Page 23 of Mister Stark

The surprise wouldn’t be complete without a stop at his office to leave the gift in plain sight just for him. Since our make-up sex last night didn’t quite go in my favor, I’d take matters into my own hands. I’d gift him with a sexy surprise and a message to help spice up our evening. The chances of me climaxing were higher with me in control.

I smirked as Dylan’s workplace came into sight and I had an excited spunk in each step. I was on a mission to seduce my husband to be, and no one was going to stop me. Not even dear old daddy.

“Good afternoon, Gracie.” I beamed in a cheery, upbeat fashion and held up the box. “I’ve got a gift to drop off for Dylan. Is he in the office?”

She flashed a bright smile and pulled at her tight black dress. “No, he’s at a meeting right now and doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

Sounded just like him.

“That’s perfect. This will be a surprise when he gets back.” I smirked with my devious plan in mind and headed for the elevator. “Oh, one last thing, Gracie?”

“And what would that be, Ms. Lovette?” Gracie asked as she blinked her eyes and tilted her head to the side. It showed I had her undivided attention. A quality that I was sure Daxon taught her or else she’d be out on her ass.

“Is Dylan’s father in the office?” I asked with uncertainty and held my breath.

The last thing I needed was to run into Daxon. I didn’t need a scolding stare burning into my backside or his sarcastic behavior getting on my last nerve. And I certainly didn’t need Mr. Daxon Stark finding out about my plans to seduce his son for the evening. None of that was on my schedule for today.

“No, Mr. Stark is out for lunch.” She smiled gracefully and shook her head with her ponytail waving from side to side.

“Great, that’s just perfect. Thank you, Gracie.” I exhaled the breath I’d been holding and pressed the button for the elevator.

Within a minute, it chimed, and I climbed on board. It carried me up towards the fiftieth floor as my nerves got the best of me and I wasn’t sure why. Sure, I was on a top-secret mission of seduction, but there wasn’t anything to be worried about. Dylan was in a meeting and daddy was out for lunch.

What could go wrong?

I shook myself just as the elevator doors opened and walked onto the fiftieth floor. I held the box against my chest and carried on forward. But stopped dead in my tracks.

Oh, no...

I peered through the double doors, and everything didn’t look right. The carpet was new; the desks were bigger than I remembered and the room smelled of fresh paint. I went in further towards the other office and it, too, didn’t look the same. Everything has changed.

Each office was unrecognizable, and I had no idea which one was Dylan’s or Daxon’s. The makeover was so fresh that the paint was probably still wet. There were no nameplates and no pictures. Absolutely no way to figure out which office was Dylan’s. But after closer examination, I found a note with Dylan’s name on it attached to a desk. This had to be his office.

The plan must go on because this girl wanted an orgasm.

I raised an eyebrow, closed the door, and pressed my lips together with determination. I tiptoed over towards his office chair, swiveled it out, and placed the box on top of the smooth leather. Sneaking around put me on high alert and I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. Everything was going according to plan, and I didn’t need to get caught in the act.

I tucked the chair back into place and hurried towards the door, but halted on the spot. There was commotion on the other side of the door and my eyes went wide. I could hear a female giggle and a low, husky voice, but I couldn’t be sure who it was. It didn’t matter because their footsteps were headed this way.

‘Oh, shit!’ I mouthed out loud and backed away from the door with moments to spare.

My eyes landed on the office closet and it was the closest thing for me to hide in. I hurried over towards it with fear of being caught and got inside. But I had to leave the door slightly ajar just before the unwanted company stumbled into the room and my mind went crazy.

It was Daxon!

And he was in a heated embrace.

They kissed wildly as his lips fumbled to caress more of her skin and he pressed her up against the closed office door. Her moans filled the room as his hands ran up her thick thighs and he cupped her butt cheeks within his grasp. He didn’t hold back as he devoured her and her hands ran wildly through his untamed hair. The salt and pepper strands glistened with the light as he flicked the switch and pulled back.

“I want to see every inch of your pretty youthful body.” Daxon growled as he got back to work and didn’t waste time.

And was she ever young.

She was probably my age, and that fact made my pussy throb. Or maybe it throbbed from the way he touched her, kissed her and consumed her. Either way, I couldn’t look away from the sexual frenzy that ensued. The small crack through the door gave me a front-row seat. The bachelor billionaire Daxon Stark about to fuck the daylights out of a woman no older than me.

My breath hitched as he pulled her off of the door, but his lips never left her body and he brought her over towards his desk. His back was towards me as he ripped open her blouse and devoured her perky mounds. He claimed them as his mouth took each round nipple and his tongue teased. She threw her head back in pleasure with her hands clenching the sides of his desk and I bit my lower lip.

The sight of him in his greedy glory did something to me deep inside, and my panties felt wet. The sweet juices had a mind of their own, and so did my aroused body. In this naughty moment, I didn’t look at Daxon Stark like my future father-in-law. I viewed him as eye fuck candy and I wanted his hands all over me.

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