Page 44 of One Taste
Night after night last week was spent tossing and turning, thinking about the salacious things we did in that hotel room, in between nightmares about the office and the shit going on there. Any hope of expelling her from my dreams vanished when she stood in my doorway looking down-right delectable, ready to start her first day at a job.
“Let this person take some shit off your plate”Jax said. Yeah, I wonder what he would say if I told him the person who was supposed to help me focus on getting to the bottom of this media shit was only helping me focus on my cock and the constant erection I walk around with. I’m not ready to open that can of worms yet. Both my best buddy and my sister would spend an hour lecturing me about how unethical it is to have slept with an employee. Only she wasn’t an employee when I slept with her and now, I can’t fire her because I slept with her, that is also unethical and not to mention illegal.
My head pounds. This is one of the many reasons I never got involved with the women I work with. Plus, once you see someone naked, you can’t unsee it. Every time I look at Devin in her sexy, tight as hell, business entire, all I can think about is how unbelievably sexy she looked with her tits popping out of the top of her body suit and the way she screamed my name as I plowed into her.
Fuck! Now my cock is hard again.
I stomp through my home, back to my bedroom and begin stripping off my sweat-soaked clothes. Even an hour pounding the fucking treadmill did nothing to alleviate any of the pent-up aggression I have.
This is all Madison’s fault.
If she didn’t go behind my back and conduct the interviews without me, none of this would have ever happened. I wouldn’t be stuck working side by side with the one woman whose brains I want to fuck from here to Brooklyn and back.
The water sluices down the back of my neck and over my shoulders but does nothing to release any of the tension encompassing my entire upper body. I feel like a top, wound up tight, ready to be let go but waiting and waiting, yet it never happens. I fear I’ll spiral entirely out of control when it does happen.
This all could have been avoided if I was part of the hiring process as Madison and I discussed. But instead, I’m stuck standing in the shower willing my hardon to die. I cannot forget the image of Devin’s breasts, full and perky with the pinkest nipples, moving with my thrusts as her eyes rolled back into her head when her orgasm finally consumed her. The way her pussy gripped me like the last drop of water in the hottest of deserts, her last bit of salvation, until she wrung me dry.
Fuck!
My cock throbs, aches for attention.
I know I told Devin I would ruin her for all other men, but I think Karma turned that shit right around on me. It’s me who is most likely ruined for all women. By a woman who I can’t have.
Or can I?
We’re grown adults. She’s only here as a temp. She’ll be moving along. Why can’t we do this thing again?
My cock weeps at the thought, refusing to be ignored any longer.
Fisting my length, I allow my head to lull back as I rip down the wall that I built to hold back the fantasies of Devin and me.
I reach for my body wash and squeeze some into my hand. My aching balls sing for joy as the scent of citrus and sandalwood fill the air and my hand slips up and down the shaft with ease.
Devin bent over my desk.
Devin spread-eagle on top of my desk.
Devin screaming my name so loud, I have to shove her panties into her mouth to keep HR from hearing her.
God, yes.
My release comes in waves, stream after stream of white-hot liquid hitting the shower wall as I moan out her name. “Devin.”
Now I only have to seduce her again. Remind her she wants me just as much as I want her. She didn’t deny it Monday, just that it couldn’t happen again. We’ll see how well Ms. Miller likes to play now.
Devin
My stomach growls and Iglance at the clock—eleven thirty. I’m meeting Brielle for lunch in half an hour and I don’t know if I’m going to make it. I’m starving, but she made reservations at the beginning of the week to celebrate getting the job and supposedly this restaurant is one of the best.
“Knock, knock,” Madison singsongs as she stands in the doorway of my office.
“Hi.”
She trots in wearing a killer romper, to-die-for heels, and a big smile on her face.
Taking a seat in one of the chairs opposite my desk, she frowns. “I feel terrible that I haven’t been able to sit and have a proper meeting with you since you’ve started. This image restoration has been nonstop meetings and planning. How did your meetings go this week? Did everything go smooth? I missed your introduction speech, but I heard it was great. Is anyone giving you any issues?”
I think I may have a girl crush on this woman.
