Page 12 of Her Billionaire Bossholes

"Right this way." The man gestures us forward, leading us into the building.

As we walk behind him, Charlie leans in closer to me. "Mr. Carter, I don't think this facility is safe."

I chuckle lightly. "That's what you're here for."

As we walk among the various demonstration gardens containing everything from fruits and vegetables to exotic plants from faraway lands, I can't help but feel an unexpected connection between myself and Charlie. I can see that his eyes keep flickering towards Charlie. He's not subtle about it either. It's as if he's trying to capture her attention with every word he utters.

The man continues to ramble about the new technology they’ve developed, but my attention is completely elsewhere. I'm too caught up in the way Charlie shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her eyes narrowing and lips pursing with interest. God, she's so fucking hot when she's focused.

The presentation continues, but I'm hardly listening anymore-- instead my mind drifts to fantasies of Charlie bent over my desk, skirt hiked up over her hips as I pound into her from behind. I shift in my seat, trying to ignore the growing hardness in my pants.

She's here to keep me safe, I remind myself. No sense letting your imagination get the better of you.

I turn to look at Charlie then, focusing on her lips as she calmly intones our plan of attack. Yes, I think, watching her face as she confidently discusses each step of her plan, she'll definitely be a tremendous asset--if I can keep myself from fucking her senseless.

She looks tense all over, and it's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.

"Are you okay?" I ask her quietly, leaning closer.

She jumps slightly as if I'd startled her--her eyes snapping up to meet mine. She nods quickly. "I'm just--" she takes a deep breath. "I'm not fond of crowds."

"Crowds?" I ask, trying not to chuckle.

She glares at me, then sighs softly. "People. Just a lot of people," she corrects herself.

Turning back toward the presentation, I wonder how many people she could handle at once. Now that's a fun daydream to work on….

I lean in closer, breathing in her scent and my cock twitches in my pants--the tiny drop of juice that runs down the side of the head leaving a small wet patch on my pants leg. I must have accidentally nudged her thigh with mine, because when I pause to look at her again she's watching me curiously and biting her lip hard enough to pale the skin.

"Mr. Carter?" Charlie begins tentatively.

"I need to use the restroom," I say suddenly, hopping to my feet and shooting down the hallway.

Safely inside the bathroom, I slip into a stall and lean my head against the wall. This is insane--what the hell is wrong with me? I've never had this problem before.

I've never been this attracted to a woman before, either. Her skin, her eyes, her hair--fuck, it's driving me crazy.

Yanking my slacks down, I free my erection and grip it tightly. The image of her on her knees in front of me makes me groan.

The way her hair spills down the side of her face as she looks up at me--that look in her eyes. The fire. The desire. The need. I can feel it burning inside of me, too. I can feel the inevitable tingles racing up my spine; the gentle teasing of my balls and the too-sensitive head of my cock as it begins to pulse with impending release.

A small, strangled sound escapes from my throat as I pump myself furiously; every pump demanding the release of all this stress and lust that's consuming me. My balls tighten almost painfully and a tingle starts at the base of my spine--the telltale precursor to an orgasm so good I might black out from its power--and that's exactly what I need right now.

I'm so fucking hard for Charlie that all I can think about is fucking her hard against the nearest wall; driving myself deep inside her, feeling her moan into my neck begging for more.

"Fuck, yes," I grunt, shooting a thick stream into the toilet.

Damn. I think this girl has turned me into a monster.

12

LEO

"Ah, Charlie, there you are," I greet, grinning happily as I observe the way she stands beside the car. "How did you sleep?"

"Well, thank you," she responds. "Where are we headed?"

I open the door, gesturing for her to get in ahead of me. "Well, when I was feeling extroverted, I decided to sponsor a bioengineering convention for genetics. Now they want me to make an appearance."

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