Your Highness.

3

JASON

One week later...

The girl I saw last week got me thinking about her intensely. I didn't want to commit adultery, even though I tried to escape her out of my mind. She had to pop up. I just couldn't allow her to slip through my fingers easily.

Glaring at the mass of piled forms I had to fill in. I took one more glance and chuckled, not knowing where to begin. Being a boss and owning a company sometimes sucks. Sometimes I don't know what to do with the cash I earn.

A faint knock landed on my door, I flicked my pen about in my fingers. Yelping. "C'mon in" I immediately fixated my eyes on the monitor receiving a message from my secretary. I sighed of relief thinking it was bad news, but was informing me about the new updates taking place soon.

I blinked then looked up seeing Tasha looking so hot, could do many things to her. She wore a black midi which hugged her mesmerizing figure, with an off white cami, a fitted blazer with leather around the rim of the collar, her tan Hermes bag and orange suede heels. Don't question how I know all of the names of female clothing. I go shopping buying her stuff every single day. I would say.

"Babe" She pulled the word. Dropping her bag on my desk making herself comfortable on my lap. "Hello baby" I rose up a bit to kiss her nude lips. "How's work?" She pulled my tie letting it loose and removing two of my buttons. Just as if she sensed I was having a hard time. "You can see for yourself" I pointed weakly as my hands automatically dropped at the thought, cocking my head back.

"Oh wow! I wish I could help" Her eyes opened at the piles I had to complete.

"Baby don't feel sorry for me, you know I hate that; I'll be fine just pray for me" She laughed at the mention of pray. Tasha was never deeply into God, sometimes she classifies herself as an atheist. Which gets on my last nerves knowing I am a believer...

"We are going church tomorrow!" I said in a dead serious tone messing with her. "Well I am going out with my friend's" She shrugged.

"Whose God anyway? Plus church is boring! Who got time for that? Psht" She shooked her head looking at her diamonte engraved Rolex watch, I gave her for her birthday. "God is the one that created you-" She blatantly cut me off by nibbling on my neck, to make me forget what I was saying.

"Tash mhm stop ya nonsense..." Which worked because I was becoming drawn into the moment.

I removed her blazer, followed by her cami. Stuffing my face into her double D cups. Licking her cleavage. Opening her legs so I could retrieve more access to what we wanted. I was in need for sex so badly. I was left topless throwing her onto my couch in my office. Not my desk knowing there was important paper work on it.

Pulled off her black midi revealing her self in a flashing vivid red frenchies. I got crazy, drunk in love feeling my dick erect powerfully. I lowered myself kissing her lips caressing her awfully wet vagina. I looked up and stared at her beauty, flushing away her hair strands.

I moved her knickers to the side gliding two finders inside her. Her body rose up in pleasure. "Uhhh" She groaned quietly closing her eyes lightly preventing her self from screaming...

RING!!!

My office phone fired. "Not now please..." I begged muttering still with my fingers inside Tasha. My job they never get tired of me. Argh.

RING!!!

It fired off again. I had no choice but to answer it, I was so frustrated. "Hello Mr Carter speaking," I walked over to sit in my black presidential seat talking on the phone.