The Million Dollar Contract (On Hold)

Chapter 6

6

Tristan sat back on his office chair as the pile of files dominated his desk. It was midnight and he was still in his office, reviewing files and preliminary project reports for approval. It was a hectic day which had passed one way or another. Three days had gone by yet the work was ripping his ass. He tipped back his head after shutting the file which he scrutinised and signed away in the end and gave some rest to his eyes after a long sigh, drumming out the all day eternal enervation.

He felt long dead. Work had always been like this and he was okay with it. He had a way to put off his fatigue. What had kept him distracted in the excuse of recess was her thoughts. The fancy of her being around him whenever he needed her. The notions of her steps clicking around in his office, her mesmerising giggles filling the room like the chirping of birds in the morning, reading a book with her head on his chest or even sitting on his lap when he would need her close to his chest.

It was a ritual to think about her whenever he would feel worn out. As if she was his medicine to heal from a wound. As if she could mend him in ways nothing had the competency to.

The man had been having deep feelings for her, but was dubious about the fact that she really existed.

He imagined her in his arms, sitting in his lap, swirling her long beautiful fingers alongside his jawline as he relished her touch. Her brownish hair was casting a shadow over her face, she still studied his face with keen interest. His dried throat bobbed, she further traced her fingers down his neck, she was biting her lower lip with a playful curl of lip sitting down between her teeth.

Her mere touch was bringing havoc to his insides, it sucked out all wariness in a snap. Her hand halted near his tie which was fisted around in a second. She jerked him close and he, like a moth attracted to flame, hitched near her until their chests contracted, exchanging dire heat sprouting from each body.

It all struck him as physical when he opened his eyes. One could tell how intoxicated he was by her mere thought. That much she had swept him off his feet throughout the years. He could still feel her on his lap, playing with him, her lips lingering closer, teasing him to no end.

He could feel her around him though she was nowhere to be seen as if he had grown schizophrenic.

She dipped her head in the crook of his neck and he slammed back on his seat, erupting a surprised gasp. His eyes shut of their own accord though he imagined her sucking his neck with great vigour. She was moving her mouth as if her plan was to eat him in whole. His nails dug into the edges of his desk. A caged groan grunted out of him. She nibbled onto his skin, licked the spot and placed a kiss before retreating back with heavy-lidded eyes. He scoffed satisfyingly, lost in his wonderland while she doted on his drunk features.

His hand slipped down his pants to unbutton, he continued to imagine her hands reaching the button of her navy blue shirt that she was cladding without any bra. She undid the button of her shirt and he undid his pants. Her creamy porcelain chest came across as a display while she maintained eye contact with an innocent face. She loosened her bottoms and got rid of them. He followed her suit out of his mind and scooted his hand to clutch his throbbing shaft.

She seductively ran hands on her body as she moderately lolled back on the desk, her two lumps heaving high and low. She gripped her left mount in her hand while the other hand slunk down inside her panties. He was sufficiently provoked by her actions, stroking his cock up and down with mouth agape. She teased herself by rubbing her clit with closed eyes and lips pursed tightly. She entered her a digit inside her narrow wet tunnel, he sped up his momentum. Both of them hitched a moan, their eyes panicked in lust, their hands busy pleasuring themselves.