Kapitel 5: Chapter 5
She entered as I was making my way to my office. I assumed one of two things based on how she departed last night, virtually rushing out the door. She would either be staring at me and believing that last night or we meant something. Or she would have my behind.
Not only might I lose my career if news of what we had done spread, but I could also lose all I had fought so hard to achieve. Nevertheless, even with how much I despised her, I couldn't see her doing that. She was dependable and devoted if there was anything I had learned about her. Despite the fact that she may be a vile shrew, I didn't anticipate her sending me to the lions. She has been a respected employee of Ramirez Media Group since she graduated from college. She would have her choice of employment when she was ready since she was just a few months away from earning her MBA. She would never put it in danger.
But dammit if she didn't totally disregard me. She entered with a trench coat that reached her knees. It protected whatever was underneath while doing a great job of showcasing those gorgeous legs.
Oh sh*t, there was a decent likelihood that she was wearing those shoes. Not that dress, please. For the love of God, don't wear that outfit. I was certain that I lacked the willpower to do such a thing today.
She put her jacket on the hook in the closet and sat down at her desk while I scowled at her. That lady was the greatest tease in the whole world, so fuck me for fleeing.
The white dress did it. The dress was the bane of my life, a delightful combination of paradise and hell, with a neckline that dipped down to highlight the delicate, silky flesh of her neck and collarbone and white fabric that clung perfectly to those magnificent tits.
It was the prettiest thing I had ever seen, with the hem ending just below her knees. Although it wasn't at all suggestive, the cut and that damned virginal white had me on edge for almost the whole day. And when she wore it down, she always did. One of my recurrent fantasies was to remove all of her hairpins before grabbing a few and fucking her.
God, she irritated me.
She continued to ignore me, so I turned around and slammed the door behind me as I rushed into my office. Why was she still having such an impact on me? She was the first person or object to ever take my attention away from my job, and I detested her for it.
But a part of me enjoyed recalling the triumphant look on her face as she turned away, leaving me gasping and virtually pleading with her to suck me off. The girl had a steel backbone. I forced a smile and concentrated on loathing her instead.
Work. I would simply put my attention on my job and put her out of my mind. I strolled over to my desk and sat down, trying to focus on anything other than how wonderful those lips felt around me the night before.
Not favorable, Robert.
I opened my laptop and looked over my daily agenda. My schedule is a total mess. The latest version was on the bitch's PC. I hoped I wasn't running late for any meetings this morning since I didn't call Ice Queen in until I had to.
"I was reviewing a spreadsheet when my doorbell rang. I cried out, "Come in." I said. On my desk, a white envelope was smashed. Miss Brown was glaring down at me as I glanced up, her eyebrow arched fiercely. She turned around and went out of my office without saying anything.
Panicked, I stared at the envelope. It was probably an official letter outlining my actions and stating that she intended to sue me for harassment. "I anticipated letterhead and her scrawled signature at the bottom of the page," the author said.
"What I didn't anticipate was receiving a sales receipt from an online clothing store charged to the business credit card," the author said. I sprang out of my chair and followed her out of my office quickly. She was moving toward the stairs. Good. Only the two of us may have utilized the stairs when we were on the eighteenth floor. "No one would know if I screamed at her all I wanted," she said.
"The door shut with a loud clang, and just in front of me, her heels echoed down the stairs." Where the heck do you think you're going, Miss Brown, I yelled.
She didn't glance back at me as she continued to walk. "There is no coffee left. I'm heading to the café on fourteen to get some as your office girl. We can't let you go without your coffee fix.
How could such a gorgeous person be such a bitch? I had that notion. On the stairwell landing where the two levels meet, I came up to her and grabbed her arm, pressing her against the wall. Her teeth tightened in a hiss as her gaze narrowed in disdain at me. I stared back at her and pulled the receipt up in front of her face. "What's this?"
She gave a headshake. "You know, sometimes you really are a foolish son of a bitch for such a pretentious know-it-all. How does it appear? It's an invoice.
I gritted my teeth, "I can see that," and crumpled the paper into my closed hand. My cock twitched as she gasped and her eyes widened as I drove the pointed tip of it into the thin skin just above her breast. "Why are you using your company credit card to buy clothes?"
My blouse was torn by some scoundrel. And my panties," she said as she shrugged her shoulders and moved in close to me.
Oh, fuck.
I inhaled deeply, flung the paper on the ground, leaned forward, pressed my lips to hers, dug my fingers into her hair, and pinned her body against the wall. As I felt her hand mimic my own and tightly clutch my hair, my dick throbbed against her stomach.
My fingers again found the lace edge of her thigh highs as I dragged her dress up to her thighs and moaned into her lips. She had to do this to torture me. My fingers caressed the soft, moist material of her underwear as I felt her tongue sweep across my lips. I tightened my grip on the cloth and gave it a forceful pull.
I growled "Make a note to order another pair then," and inserted my tongue between her lips and into her mouth.
As I inserted two fingers inside of her, she let out a loud sigh and, if it was possible, she was even drier than last night. We are dealing with a very screwed-up scenario right now. As I fucked her hard with my fingers, my thumb making forceful circles on her clit, she gasped away from my lips.
"Get your cock out," she commanded. "I must feel you inside of me. Now."
I avoided letting her see the impact her comments had on me as I narrowed my eyes at her.
Please, Miss Brown, say.
She added, "Now," with additional vigor.
The question "Bossy much?"
I chuckled despite myself as she gave me a look that would have made a weaker guy shrivel his dick. Brown was capable of competing. "Good thing I'm in a giving mood."
I quickly removed my belt and trousers before raising her up and making a powerful indent. Oh my God, she felt wonderful. superior to anything. It clarified why I couldn't stop thinking about her, and a little voice warned me that I may never tire of her.
Geschenke
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erhalten Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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Stein