“Hey, Jake,” she says shyly before shaking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you too. Now you’re not just a bodiless voice on the phone.”
“Oh, I’ve got a body all right.” He’s got a charming smile plastered on his face, and I want to punch it right off.
“Jake!” I bark at him. “Don’t you think that’s a little inappropriate?”
He looks at me strangely. I know that he’s just joking around. Inappropriate jokes are what Jake does. He doesn’t necessarily mean anything by it, but he can find someone else to joke and flirt with, not my Violet.
“It’s fine, Dante,” Violet says. “I’m not incapable of taking a joke after all.” Fuck. I can tell by the tone of her voice that she’s annoyed with me, but she better get used to it. If any man other than Jake had been trying to flirt with her, he’d already be laid out flat on the floor.
Violet and I are staring at each other, and Jake’s head is ping-ponging between the two of us, like he’s trying to figure something out. Suddenly, there’s a mischievous glint in his eye, and the corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk. This can’t be good.
“I just wanted to drop off these bills of lading for the supplies that were delivered this morning,” he says before handing Violet a few slips of papers. I notice his fingers don’t touch hers, and I’m glad that I don’t have to kill one of my best workers and friends.
“Thanks so much,” she says, flipping through the receipts, making sure everything is in order.
“Listen, if you’re not doing anything Friday night, I’d love to take you out. There’s this little bar over on Fifth that has some great live music I think you’d enjoy.” As Jake asks out my girlfriend, or whatever she is to me, he slides his eyes over in my direction, and I know he’s doing this just to fuck with me. That’s the only reason he’s still alive right now.
It takes all my self-restraint to keep from kicking him out of my office, but I want to give Violet a chance to answer him. Not only am I interested in what she has to say, but I don’t want to be one of those men who smothers his woman. She gets enough of that from her mother. If she wants to be with me, she needs to make that choice.
“That’s really nice of you, Jake. Thank you for the offer.” I take a deep breath. I don’t expect her to accept, but there’s always that lingering doubt in the back of my head. “But I’m actually seeing someone right now.”
The tension that was flowing through my body immediately releases followed swiftly by something like satisfaction. She may not have said it was me she’s seeing, but just the fact that she would acknowledge to him that there’s someone in her life is more than enough for me. Well, at least for now. God, when did I become this pathetic? Oh right, the moment I started to see Violet Daniels.
“Well, if you change your mind, you have my number,” he says with a wink, like he doesn’t know that his life is in danger. Violet just smiles and thanks him but doesn’t give any indication that she plans on taking him up on his offer.
Once Jake’s left and gotten back to what he’s actually supposed to be doing, which isn’t hitting on my girl, the weight of both his flirting and her mother’s efforts to take her away from me have become too much. I need to remind her she’s mine. She doesn’t even notice as I make my way to her desk and spin her chair so that she’s facing me, her eyes blinking in owl-like surprise. I drop to my knees in front of her and spread her legs. Her sharp intake of breath makes me smile as I hike up her skirt, ready to pull down her panties, then my hands meet her bare skin.
Shocked, I look up at her. “Have you been sitting here all day with no panties on?”
She gives me that shy smile and a quick little shrug. “I figured why bother when you usually have them off of me by noon?”
I let out a growl from deep in my chest. “So you were just sitting here, talking to Jake, with nothing underneath you dress? That’s unacceptable, baby.”
Her expression clouds with confusion. “It’s not like he could see anything.”
“It doesn’t matter. This is mine, you understand?” I ask while cupping her hot sex in my hand. She lets out a moan, and I can feel how slick she is already. I raise up off the floor and take her by the hand over to my desk. Placing a hand in the middle of her back, I gently push until she’s bent over it, cheek pressed against the cool wood, ass in the air which she has the audacity to wiggle at me. Doesn’t she realize I’m trying to hold on to what little control I have left?
I slowly lift her skirt, letting it caress the backs of her legs, then reveal the round curve of her bare, pantiless ass to me. “I’m the only one you don’t wear panties around, Violet.” I pull back my hand and give her a sharp swat on her right ass cheek. She lets out a little squeal and jumps, trying to lift herself off the desk, but I have my hand firmly holding her down.
“What are you doing, Dante?” Her voice is a husky whisper, and I can tell that this is turning her on, so I continue.
“Teaching you what happens when bad girls go around and don’t protect what’s mine.” I deliver several more spanks, alternating between each of her glorious cheeks. It’s not so hard as to really hurt her, just enough to provide a little sting. She lets out a low moan that causes my dick to twitch in my pants, and I take a minute to kick her legs apart, revealing her pink and swollen pussy. My hand slowly caresses and kneads her pink ass as I bend down and whisper in her ear, “You like this, don’t you, baby?”
She doesn’t answer but lets out a little whimper of desire. I run my fingers down her slit and realize that she’s soaked. Taking my opportunity, I plunge my finger into her tight channel, causing her to shout out my name.
“I didn’t hear you, Violet. Do you like this?”
“Oh, yes,” she moans, wiggling her ass, trying to push her pussy farther into my hand. I lazily play with her wet pussy, only occasionally brushing against the swollen nub of her clit.
The sight of her bent over my desk, so clearly aroused, is too much for me and I unzip my pants, much to the relief of my restrained dick. Jesus, there must be an imprint of my zipper on it. I start to stroke my rock-hard shaft while I alternate between light slaps on her ass and dipping into her pussy to play with it.
“It’s too much, please, Dante. Please. Please.” Her begging is the last straw and I start mercilessly finger fucking her with two fingers while my thumb firmly rubs against her swollen bud. She’s writhing against my hand, making those unintelligible sounds that I now know signal her imminent climax.
Suddenly, her body stiffens, and she lets out a scream, but I don’t stop my ministrations. I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her while her orgasm racks her body, and when she turns her head to look at me, still in the throes of her pleasure, eyes hazy with lust, I’m done. I let out a shout and with one more hard stroke of my shaft, my seed spurts out, landing on her ass. If there’s a more beautiful sight than my cum covering Violet’s reddened ass cheeks, I’ve never seen it.
When we’re both fully satiated and staring at each other, panting, I pull her up from the desk and hold her in my arms, murmuring soft reassurances in her ear. How beautiful she is, how much I want her, and a plethora of other things that are probably unintelligible. I grab some tissues off my desk and clean us both up before pulling back so that I can see her face. “I’m so sorry. That wasn’t too much for you, was it?”
“Dante Moreno. Don’t you ever be sorry for giving me the best orgasm of my life.”