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“I like it when the only thing I hear coming out of your mouth is the sound of your gagging while you choke on my cock.” After a few minutes, I can tell she’s getting tired and I know I need to speed this up, so I tilt my head back, close my eyes and envision Riley‘s mouth.

I know, I know. I’m thinking about her again. I tell myself it’s because she’s just fresh meat, but clearly my dick isn’t listening because before you know it, I’m emptying my load right down Sasha‘s throat while she struggles to breathe. I pull out quickly, zip up my pants and hand Sasha the tissue box on my desk.

“Clean yourself up, Sasha, and would you do me a favor and order me lunch? I haven’t eaten yet and I’m starving.”

“Of course, Mr Bolt,” she says, as she dabs at the corners of her mouth. “Would you like me to also pre-order dinner from that new pasta place down the street you like? I can order for both of us and come back to help you with anything you need. I know you are completely slammed with that new Pierce case and I don’t mind helping out.”

I already know where this is leading, so I’m gonna have to shut it down quickly. For whatever reason she’s got in her head that what we have going on here is way more than what it is.

“Actually Sasha,” I start, “pre-ordering that dinner from that pasta place is a great idea. And I will need you to make an order for two but it will not be necessary for you to stay late tonight.”

Sasha sputters, and her eyes go wide, “But Sebas..Mr. Bolt, who’s going to be helping you with the case?” she asks pathetically.

I casually stroll over and open the door to my office and waive my hand for her to start her exit. “The new intern, Miss Riley, will be helping me tonight. After all that is part of her job.”

I see the anger come into her eyes, but within a flash, she has her features schooled again. “Just remember, sir, not everything that you like is in her job description,” she whispers as she sashays away from me.

As I go to close my door, I’m halted by the sound of the elevator opening and laughter filtering through. Riley and Kaz stroll out, with easy-going looks of amusement on both their faces. What could they possibly have been doing at lunchtime that Riley already looks a bit loosened up?!

I’m going to have to make note to the guys to keep Kaz busy so she doesn’t corrupt Riley. As dazzling as her smile is, I much prefer that scared little look in her eyes when she’s talking to me. Like the universe is listening, Riley‘s eyes dart to mine and go wide. She immediately looks worried.

There’s that innocent little mouse, just waiting to be caught. I nod my head at her, and she visibly looks relieved. But man I’ve got to get some work done so I immediately turn back to my office and close the door.

I’ll immerse myself in files for the next few hours and countdown the minutes until I have little Miss Riley alone at last.

I’m on my last call which just happens to be a meeting with our company's advisor when I hear a knock on my office door. Looking over at my clock I notice it’s already 6:12 PM. I hadn’t even realized that the office had cleared out. “Come in,” I call out to the door.

Paul is still droning on over the phone and doesn’t even hear me interrupt him. He’s a smart man, so I trust him with plenty of my investments, but sometimes I think he just likes to hear himself talk. Riley walks in looking just as timid and scared as she did earlier and it immediately sends the blood rushing into my dick.

Down boy, it won’t be much longer, I think to myself. “Hey Paul, listen, I’ve gotta let you go. Do you think we could meet for lunch tomorrow and talk about all this in person?” I don’t wait for his answer. “I’ve got a big case I’m working on right now and my new intern is staying late just to help me.”

“Oh yeah,” Paul sputters. “Do you want me to”... he doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence because I’ve already hung up the phone. He can contact Sasha if he wants to get an exact time for our meeting. I've got better things to do right now.

I motion for Riley to pull a chair up to my desk and spread one of the case files out for us to go over. She looks pretty determined to impress me. An hour passes and we’ve managed to get a surprisingly good amount of work done.

“You know Riley, Kaz might have been onto something when she pushed your résumé through,” I say to her, still looking down at the paperwork. “You’ve done a lot more for this case in the last hour than most other interns do in a week.”

“Really, sir?” she sputters, wide-eyed

Fuck. There she goes again, calling me ‘sir’ and staring at me with those big brown eyes, and all I can think about again is her on her knees.

“Of course,” I say, as I get up from my seat and walk around to the front of my desk, casually leaning back against it I continue, “you are smart and passionate about your work.”

I can see the blush creeping up her neck, and even though I am buttering her up, I’m not entirely lying. She really is smart and if the last hour tells me anything it’s that she would be a good asset to any firm. If this is all it takes to flatter her, I’m going to have it pretty damn easy. My leg brushes up against hers, and she jumps up from the chair, surprising me.

“I’m so sorry sir,” she sputters. “It's getting late, is there anything else that you need help with?”

Before she has a chance to move away, I grab her waist and pull her between my legs. Her eyes grow wide, not just from the sudden movement but I’m sure from the semi I’m sporting in my pants. I intentionally push it into her to gauge her reaction.

“Not only are you smart Riley,” I praise as I brush my thumb across her lip and inch closer, “you are drop dead gorgeous, which I’m sure you know.” She gulps but doesn’t say anything. I can tell she wants me, she’s not fighting it, and she hasn’t pulled away.

I’m two seconds away from just smashing my lips to hers and taking her on my desk right here but I know I have to tread carefully. So I lean in, slowly inhaling her scent.

Fuck she smells like candy and sin. My own personal gift ready to be unwrapped.

There is less than an inch of space in between us, and I see her eyes flutter closed when a phone starts buzzing. Her body visibly stiffens and she pulls away quickly before I have a chance to tighten my grasp.

My dick is protesting in my pants, and I have to talk him off the ledge silently in my head. Looks like I’ll be breaking out the list of ready girls again tonight.

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