Branson
For the whole week, I’ve avoided Riley. Every time I look into her green eyes I remember how they clouded with passion as I rammed myself into her. When I walked into her hotel room, I firmly believed it was just to get her out of my system.
Who the hell was I kidding? I had taken her four times in one night, and now I wanted her even more than I had before I knew how sweet she would taste or how tight her pussy would hug my dick.
This is a fucking disaster.
Just now, I had Riley down the hall staring at me with wide-eyes, and my cock twitched for her attention.
This was why I need to stay away from her, I reprimand myself. It’s Wednesday evening, and I need to present the executives with something in less than forty-eight hours, and I’m out of ideas. I was stupid to think this contract was mine. I should’ve immediately got to work with designs, but the offer was made so quickly.
My mind is only working in one direction. The direction that leads directly to Riley’s pants.
I shake my head and pour myself a stiff scotch. I need something to calm my desire and help me focus. Alcohol probably isn’t the best idea, but it’s the only one I have. I walk over to the windows and swallow the two fingers down in one gulp. The fiery liquid burns my throat before settling in my stomach, warming me to the core…just the way Riley had.
Her lips, her touch, everything about her had been so different, so unique. I expected her to be more hesitant, but instead, she rode me like a cowgirl. I’m sure if I dragged off my shirt now, the welts from her fingernails still bloomed on my back.
A smile fills my face as I remembered her scraping her nails down my back. The sensation drove me wild. In the early morning hours she took me into her mouth tentatively at first, then she gave me the best head I’ve ever had before.
A shiver runs up my spine as I remember her green eyes looking up at me from my crotch.
This whole week I’ve avoided being alone with her. I knew we’d pick up right up where we had left off, and I couldn’t allow that to happen. I didn’t want another repeat of the situation I was in with Lisa. BPC Advertising couldn’t start losing staff because I couldn’t control my dick.
After just a few weeks of working with Riley, I suddenly didn’t fear losing Lisa anymore. My company had greatly benefited from Lisa’s direction and firm control over the creative team, but her being here wouldn’t make or break my company. Only I could do that.
If I think abou
t the designs, Riley completed in her short time here, the income she had produced, I wonder if Riley wouldn’t be a better fit. I let the thought mull over in my mind as I look at the bright lights shining from the Empire State Building. I wonder if Riley would enjoy the gale-force winds at the top or would she stay inside like Lisa had?
I shrug and shake my head at my comparison of two completely different women as I hear a knock on my office door.
“I’ve got it.” Riley’s voice is chirpy as she walks into my office without waiting for an invitation. She slides behind my computer and after a few clicks brings up an image.
I glance at her briefly before moving closer to see a photo of various athletes from different sports cover my screen. At the bottom, there’s a bold tagline colored with the American flag: The Balls Behind it All.
I shake my head at the brilliant design, the great tagline, and the bold colors. This is precisely what Fitness Trainers would go for. After just meeting them a few times Riley had them pegged. Wasn’t sport after all the one thing that brings us together as a nation? It’s fucking brilliant.
“So what do you think?” Riley asks inches from my face, her bright smile pushing away the dark cloud that been following me around.
I turn my head fractionally and know I’ve lost the inner-fight against myself. There was no way I could resist her any more than I could refuse my next breath.
My mouth crushes against hers with the power of an electrical surge. She doesn’t draw back or push me away as I expected, instead, she digs her fingers into my scalp and kisses me back fervently.
I grab her by the shoulders and drag her to the floor. It doesn’t even occur to me that we’re beneath my desk, or that I’m panting like a teenage boy eager to deflower his first girlfriend.
My heart drums in my chest as I tug up her blouse and shove away the fabric covering her luscious breasts. As my mouth closes over her tight bud, my cock responds eagerly. Riley moans from the assault, her hands unfastening my pants as she spreads her legs.
With her skirt bunched around her waist, I shove down her panties. Fervent kisses and urgent touches color the scene as my blood heats.
She’s like a drug that I can’t resist. A fix I’d give my billions for without another thought. I want her more than I’ve wanted anything or anyone in this world.
No one’s mind has ever turned me on like Riley’s does. She’s smart and talented and doesn’t apologize for it. With campaigns and images forgotten, I seek her heat. She’s hot and ready as I push her legs apart with my own. I consider taking my time and grunt at the thought. I’ve waited four days to get my hands on her again; I’m not waiting another fucking second.
I sink into her, achingly slow, drawing a moan from her. Her head thrashes back knocking over a stack of magazines I kept beneath my desk. We both laugh before passion quickly takes over.
My teeth sink into her collarbone as I drive myself into her. I can feel her body clenching me already; she wants this as much as I do.
“Harder, Branson. Please,” Riley begs, moaning as she grabs my ass.