Like always.
My eyes take in the beautiful entryway and front desk, designed to impress potential clients. My fingers swipe through the fine layer of dust coating the counter and I barely contain a growl of irritation. There’s never been a need for a receptionist because we don’t come here unless necessary, so the only person to blame for the shitty condition of the place is me.
Pushing through the door that separates the front end from the back, I flick on the hall light, illuminating the row of office doors. Stephen’s only ever here when he’s not working at the restaurant, but he’s a clean freak so his office, is pristine. Charlie prefers physical labor over office work so his office sits completely untouched but just as dusty as the reception area.
The last door remains closed, as always. It’s never been used, nor will it ever be.
The anger that had finally calmed, makes a reappearance as I storm past it toward my office. Correction,my father’s office,because no matter how much time passes since I’ve taken over, it will never feel like mine.
It sits at the end of the lengthy, well-lit hall, in a position of importance and respect. It’s the largest of the four and is the only one with a killer view of the Colorado River, but even that’s not enough to draw me in.
Pulling out my office key, I stop short when I find it already unlocked and slightly open, which is odd since I’m anal as hell about keeping the damn thing bolted.
Muscles tense and ready for a fight, I throw the door open. It bounces uselessly off the wall protector and slams back into me just as I step through the threshold. My nose takes the brunt of the injury, sending a sharp pain through my skull and pissing me the hell off.
“God fucking damnit!” I shout, resisting the need to punch something.
A scream pierces the air, making me stumble backward in shock. My head damn near slams into the wall in my rush to avoid the shrill sound.
My brain momentarily goes offline as I take in the scene before me. Confusion, irritation, panic, and anger swirl within me at a speed so quick, that I can’t process what’s happening. It’s a fucked up side-effect of two tours in the military. You’d think it would make my instincts sharper, and maybe at one point they were, but not so much anymore.
As I reign in the emotions flying through me, I focus on the room in an attempt to gain some clarity. My eyes zero in on the intruder, sitting on the floor, surrounded by piles of paperwork.
A woman.
There is a woman in my office, going through my shit.
A strange, random woman, wearing a dress that’s so goddamned tight, I can see every single spectacular curve and dip of her lush body.It’s red. My brain decides to zero in on that fact for some reason, negating everything else.
Red. The color of strawberries and sin, because with a body like hers, there’s no way the Devil wasn’t involved in its creation.
I force myself to focus once more, letting go of the ridiculous infatuation with her dress. My eyes trail up her body, taking in every fucking tantalizing inch of her. She’s sitting on her knees, her thick thighs spread wide, causing her dress to ride up just below her pussy. The tight, red material clings to her wide hips, rounded belly, and perfect tits. I think it has sleeves, though, I couldn’t give a single fuck either way, especially when my eyes catch on her long, silky brown hair pulled up into a ponytail that resembles a leash far too closely.
God, the things I could do with that hair.
And that body, fucking hell.
Her thick thighs could snap my neck while I ate her sweet cunt, and I honest to God cannot think of a better way to go. I could wrap that long hair around my fist while I pounded into her wet cunt, forcing her to take every inch of me until I came deep inside her. Her wide hips and rounded belly bring forth images of her knocked up and heavy with my kid.
Holy shit, where did that thought come from?
“Oh my god! You almost gave me a heart attack!” the woman cries, yanking me from my obvious perusal of her body. My eyes snap up at the sound of her voice, and for the first time, I meet her eyes.
Fuck.
Her eyes are chocolate. Pure molten chocolate. Her heart-shaped face with rounded cheeks, a sharp nose, and dimpled chin should be illegal. She’s perfect. Utterly fucking intoxicating. Her golden tanned skin is pink with irritation or embarrassment. I don’t know, don’t care. All I can think isI wonder if the rest of her looks just as pretty pink.
Against my will, my eyes rake back down her body, homing in on her spread thighs. If she’d shift, even just an inch or two, her pussy would be exposed. Would she be wearing a thong? Boy shorts? Is her pussy bare or does she have dark curls that would look so beautiful coated in her cum.
No, in my cum.
Who is this woman and why is she in my office, looking like a fuckin’ gift laid out for me?
“You know, I can see you staring, right?” she drawls, as she snaps her thighs closed. A surge of anger washes through me at the fact that she just took awaymyview.
My lip curls and my eyes shoot to meet her pissed-off gaze. She yanks her dress down and uses the edge of my desk to climb to her feet. If I was a gentleman, I’d help her up, and maybe any other day, any other situation, I might. Unfortunately, I’m too busy trying to figure out how to both speak and hide my thoroughly impressed cock before she sees it.
God, I can’t even remember the last time my dick was this interested in anything.