Fuck, she crept back into my thoughts and imagination no matter what I did.
I gave in. I was just a man, and a man wasn’t made of stone. I imagined what it would be like to have her on top of me, her slender legs spread wide, knees on the mattress on either side of my hips. I slid my hand up and down faster on my cock as I pictured her riding me, rocking back and forth, so I drove deeper and deeper into her. In my mind’s eye, she gasped and moaned as she fucked me, her breasts jiggling with every thrust.
Her face twisted into a mask of pure pleasure, and I gritted my teeth, breathing harder as I pushed myself closer and closer to the edge.
I pictured Emily on her back, pinned beneath my body, her legs wrapped around my waist as I skewered her and drove her up, up, up on my mattress every time I rammed into her. She cried out, her voice breathy in my ear. She wrapped her arms around my neck, nails digging into my skin.
The thought of her was incredible, and it didn’t take long before I reached my orgasm. My balls tightened, pleasure washed over me in waves, and my cock jerked and spat as I came.
I rolled onto my side, still gripping my cock tightly, riding out the orgasm as my body jerked and I breathed erratically.
When it was over, I pushed up. I’d made a mess of my sheets, but housekeeping would get it. I bundled the sheets up and pushed them into the hamper before I got into the shower. The hot water didn’t do much to wash away the need I still had, but the release had helped a little.
After I showered and ate breakfast, I walked to my home office and got to work.
I usually went into the office downtown, but the only way I could have a meeting with Emily was if she actually saw the place. I would work from home until we were done here before I left.
At eleven on the dot, the doorman called up that Miss Jenkins had arrived.
I walked to the front door and waited for the elevator doors to slide open in the lobby.
When Emily stepped out, she looked professional in a pencil skirt and white button-up shirt. Low heels completed the look. She wore her dark hair in a high ponytail that completed the look.
Classy.
Polished.
Sexy as fuck.
My cock jerked in my pants, a reminder of our little session this morning. But I pushed the thoughts away.
“Emily,” I said with a smile and held out my hand.
“Come on, we’re notthatprofessional, are we?” she asked with a smile and stepped in for a hug instead.
Her body was warm, and when she wrapped her arms around my back, her breasts pushed up against my chest. It was quick, but I hadn’t missed it.
Behave.
“Come in,” I said and gestured to the front door.
Emily stepped in first and looked around.
“Wow,” she said. “Ryan wasn’t kidding about this being a blank canvas.”
“Yeah ...” I suddenly felt self-conscious about how boring my space was. Dammit, I blamed Ryan. I’d never given a shit before. “I guess I just haven’t gotten around to doing something about it yet.”
“Well, you’re in luck,” Emily said and held up her tablet. “I have a few ideas I want to show you, just to get the cogs turning.”
I nodded. “Sounds great. Do you want something to drink?”
“Coffee, if you’re making,” she said.
I nodded and gestured for her to sit down. “I’ll be right back.” I walked to the kitchen to make us two cups of coffee. I tugged at my belt, trying to rearrange my cock. I was hard again. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d taken care of myself before she’d come for a reason.
When I returned to the living room, Emily sat on one couch, paging through designs on her tablet. I put her cup on the coffee table.
“Oh, thanks.” She locked the screen and set her tablet on the coffee table, picking up the coffee. She took a sip.