"So impatient for me" he mumbled kissing my neck. "So eager for me" he added, circling his thumb over my clit.
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A story in which the workaholic Veronica has to fight against the new guy to get her dream job. Her rival? The hot and breathtaking Etha...
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There is something about lust that I just cannot comprehend. The way in which it could drive anyone crazy. I've had the same goal my whole life. And all of the work that I've done could just fall apart because of one hot guy that I would not mind fucking. My legs move on their own as I walk to his office. Knowing exactly where it is, because it once used to be mine.
His office is as big as I rembered, which is great, and it's looks quite sunny, there is so much natural light coming from the big windows, I have to admit that it is quite empty but that is probably because he just moved in. It hasn't changed that much.
His secretary welcomed me with a warm smile and by opening the door for me. She has a tall slim figure, a beautiful face and gorgeous red hair, so yeah he definitely fucks her. I'm wearing a tight black skirt that gets almost to my knees, with a small split at the right thigh, a white shirt and black high heels, I didn't even know this was in my closet.
When I walk in I see him, he raises his eyes from his computer once he hears my steps and smiles, the only thing I like about him is his smile, such a perfect smile in such a perfect face. He is hot but a dickhead.
"Veronica" he says and I stare at him. His voice sound confident, his breathing controlled and steady.
"Ethan" I reply, trying to sound confident, walking behind his desk and leaning in looking at his computer.
"So I received this email yesterday" he started to explain pointing to his computer, I look down reading the email closely feeling his hot breath on my neck, he was sitting down and I was on his left leaning in on his desk, my stomach almost hitting the edge of the desk, and my shirt was a bit open. I notice him checking me out, multiple times actually, pig.
"It's a bullshit, this guy will not offer us this much, I know it, but reply to him anyways, tell your secretary to set an appointment for next week" he nods and looks up at me, amused almost.
"What about the meeting?" I ask turning around to look him in the eyes. "Vero, it's 11" he answered. I don't like him calling me Vero. He doesn't even know me and thinks that he has the right to call me Vero.
"Yeah but you are already here, so let me check your presentation" I mumble grabbing the mouse of his computer but before I could click it, his hand stops me, blocking mine, making my body temperature rise from his quick reaction, I take a deep breath and look at him, he clears his throat and takes his hand off mine, making me feel cold, not feeling the warmth of his body on mine anymore. I haven't got fucked in a long time.
The way his hand touched mine made me feel warm, wanted, desired. He is a drug, something so wrong and so useless but once it is in your system you can't stop thinking about it. It's new, addicting and even though you know how wrong it is you want more, you need more, you deserve more. I need to have sex.
I look down at my hand and sigh, blinking fast and feeling my chest rise quickly. He's looking at me, worried that his action had hurt me, or worse that it had scared me.
