I sat at the computer for about two minutes before I realized I wasn’t going to get any work done with her bouncing around in my head. Just sitting there thinking about her was enough to make my cock half-hard in my slacks.
“Fucking hell.” I got up and headed to my master bedroom. There, I took off my suit jacket and my crisp white button-up, tossing them onto the bed along with my tie.
I hadn’t had a chance to shower that morning, so I figured I’d take care of two needs at the same time. One the way to the bathroom, I took a glance at my upper body in the mirror, focusing on the flat, toned plane of my abs.
Work had been taking up nearly every minute of my time, but I hadn’t slacked on the gym. Keeping a fit body kept a fit mind, and in my line of work I couldn’t afford to backslide on either of those fronts.
Once I was in the bathroom, I kicked off my Italian leather oxfords followed by my socks. Soon after I was in nothing but my black boxer-briefs, the fabric clinging to my thick legs, my cock having gone from half-hard to full-on.
April. How the hell was she having such an effect on me? In my line of work, I had no shortage of beautiful women around, most of them eager for attention from the Jason Ryder. But none of them caught my eye, lingered in my thoughts the way she had.
Something was going on. It was enough to make me wonder if having her around would be a distraction. If not worse.
I turned on the shower, testing the water coming out of the three heads before rolling down my underwear and stepping under the warm stream.
The second I was in there, my hand was on my cock, a soft groan slipping from my mouth as I stroked my length up and down.
April. I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes and letting my imagination run wild.
I was back in the office, my feet propped up on the desk. A knock sounded at the double doors.
“Come in.”
The doors opened, and April stepped into the office. But unlike the timid and slightly nervous way she’d entered before, April sauntered into the office like she owned it, her hips swaying back and forth, a smile on those lips and her eyes narrowed in sexual hunger.
The doors shut behind her as she made her way over to the desk. I loved her outfit, those clothes she’d picked with such an eye for style, clothes that hung perfectly on her gorgeous body.
“Here about the interview?”
“That. And something else. I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr. Ryder. Thought we could take some time to get to know one another a little better.”
She stepped in front of the desk and began working the buttons of her floral blouse. One by one they popped open, exposing her cream-white skin and a red bra beneath, her breasts pushed up and together.
“And what did you have in mind?”
“I think you know.”
Getting right to it. That was fine with me.
April moved slowly around the desk, her green eyes locked onto mine. The moment she was in front of me she leaned forward, placing her hands on my knees.
“Tell me how you’d like the interview to go, Mr. Ryder.”
“Intimately. Very intimately.” My words in my fantasy sounded like something out of a porn, but I didn’t care.
“Whatever the boss wants.”
She moved her hands slowly up along my thighs, stopping at the buckle of my belt. Then she leaned in, placing her lips on mine, kissing me slowly and sensually as she undid the belt and my zipper.
Once they were open, April reached in and took my cock out, my length throbbing, dripping, just for her.
I placed my hands on the hem of her skirt, hiking it up so I could see her beautiful thighs and the matching red thong panties she wore underneath. I hooked my fingers under them and pulled them to the side, exposing the pink line of her cunt.
They were bad thoughts, thoughts a boss shouldn’t have about his soon-to-be employee. But I couldn’t resist. Back in the real world, I stroked my cock hard, each pull bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
I snapped myself back into the fantasy. Me still seated, April was on my lap, her panties pulled to the side and my cock buried in her tight pussy. I reached around her slender body as moans poured from her lips, and undid the clasp of her bra, her breasts pouring out. My mouth went right to one small, pink nipple, sucking and licking it as April wrapped her arms around my head.
It was so wrong. But as I continued to stroke myself, thinking about how her warm, wet cunt would feel wrapped around my dick, I knew it was all I wanted to think about.