Green Eyed Daydream #Wattys2016

Chapter 34

Warning: this chapter contains sexually explicit material. Reader discretion advised.

Tyler's POV

I spend the day at the restaurant, sitting in my office and trying to focus on this contract I have to finalize with our Napa supplier, but it's fucking impossible to concentrate on anything when my thoughts keep slipping back to one image. One stunning image that's emblazoned on my memory forever. Carrie, lying sprawled underneath me, panting, and whimpering with pleasure, as I claim her for my own. I close my eyes, and the image appears before me more vivid than ever, and I can feel my dick harden. I recall the sensation of her nails digging into my skin as I plowed into her soft body, and I get shivers running down my spine. When she screamed out my name, I was completely fucking lost for her. I can't remember the last time having sex affected me so damn much. It felt like more than just sex. So much more. Fuck, do I want her again...like, right fucking now.

I check the time. It's just after four. If in about an hour I'm not buried deep inside of her, I'll have to be committed. I'm like an addict, and Carrie's my drug...I can't get enough of this girl, and right now I'm going through major withdrawals.

I'm at the curb in front of Ruby World at 4:55, and I keep looking at the revolving door, as people begin to trickle out, heading home for the day.

Finally, Carrie steps out, looking hot as hell in her tight fitting skirt, and heels. She's talking to some man in a trenchcoat, and smiling. Who the fuck is he, cutting in on my time?

Carrie spots me, and waves 'bye' to the trenchcoat, and runs over to the car, big smile on her face.

"Hey!" she greets, as she slides into the seat.

I reach over and cup her cheek, bringing her cool face to mine. I thread my fingers into her hair and kiss her soft lips. She tastes even sweeter than I remember.

"I've been thinking about you all day," I confess.

"Really? I thought about you too. I was so distracted I could barely focus on work," she tells me, and blushes, lowering her gaze.

"Who was that guy you were talking to?" I ask, pulling the car away from the curb.

"Oh, that was Kenneth, my boss. He's been kind of dropping hints that I might get a full time position at the firm, so I just have to prove myself to him. I've showed him some of my work, and he seems to think it's pretty good, so, maybe he'll give me a shot."

Well, fuck me, here we go again. Just what I need. An ambitious young girl who's eager to prove herself, and a, most likely, lustful older man in the position of authority holding all the cards to her bright future. How far will Carrie go to get what she wants? As far as Nicole? Fuck no. I'll be damned if I end up in this fucked up situation again.

Wait, what in the hell is wrong with me? Carrie and Nicole are nowhere near the same, and it's not fair to compare that whore to this sweet girl.

"So, how do you plan on proving yourself?" I ask, gripping the wheel tighter, and keeping my eyes on the road.

"Just, you know, doing what I've been doing. Trying to do the best work I can, and hope that it's good enough," she tell me, not suspecting the sick twist of my wretched thoughts.

"And what if it's not good enough?" I prod.

"I guess, I'll have to look for an opening at a different firm," she says, and I can see her eyebrows draw into a frown. Great job, Tyler, you fucking asshole. Way to turn up the romance.

"I don't mean to sound like I don't have confidence in your abilities, it's just that I'm a businessman, so I always have several backup plans in case my ideal circumstances don't work out."