Page 120 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

“Mr. Matthews? Are you okay?”

“Yeah…Yes,” I say, blinking a few times as I try to resist not looking at Maeve’s beautiful body. “As I was staying. Q1. Let’s do good.”

Let’s do good? I sound like a bumbling idiot. Though, they’re lucky I’m speaking at all right now as Maeve isn’t moving, just continuing to stand just out of my reach, and plenty out of sight of the camera, teasing me like the vixen she is.

“You heard the man, let’s do good.” I don’t know who said that, but I’m thankful as it naturally segues to the head of accounting taking the floor.

“I’m on camera,” I mumble, making sure the microphone is off. I don’t turn off the camera, though, because the last time I did that, I fell asleep, and Kat had to come in and slap me awake.

“I know.”

My eyes glance to her, then back to whoever is talking, then back to Maeve. She’s inching closer to me, and I’m now doing anything I can to hold myself back.

I want to touch her. I want to feel her. I want to suck on those perfect tits while she straddles my lap. I want her to ride me here on this chair. I want to bend her over this desk and make her scream.

And I will, I’ll do all of that. Once I unmute and get off this godforsaken bloody meeting.

“Great,” I groan out as Maeve starts walking around the desk. My eyes can’t help but follow her, and I know everyone on this meeting has to think I’m insane. They would be too if they had a goddess in front of them like I do. “What else do we have on the agenda?”

I shut off my microphone quickly as I realize Maeve has done an expert job of perching herself on my desk, perfectly out of camera view, but now so close to me I have to physically sit on my hands to keep from touching her.

I start scribbling gibberish on a piece of paper, anything to try to focus on the speaker, when all I want to do is bury my face between Maeve’s legs.

“Great. Fine. Let’s do it.” I say, and judging by the expressions on their faces, that takes everyone off guard.

“Mr. Matthews…you want to give everyone every Friday off?”

Oh shit…do I? That’s what they were talking about? Fuck it, might as well. If it means getting off this call quicker, and stop Maeve from snickering in the background, we can work three-day weeks for all I care.

“Yeah! Sure. Why not? Four-day work weeks should be a thing. Let’s try it through the end of the quarter and see how productivity goes and then make a permanent decision.”

Everyone starts talking among themselves on the call, apparently thrown by my decision. I take the opportunity as a perfect time to wrap this up.

“Let’s leave this here,” I say. “Happy New Year to you all. We’ll chat again next month.”

I hit end on the call and turn my chair, putting me at eye level with Maeve’s perfect, pink pussy. “Quite a show you just put on…”

She shrugs, as if Maeve Banks-Matthews has ever been coy a day in her life. “Just wanted to see how your meeting was going.”

“Really?” I say, leaning back in my chair so I can fully take her in. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.” Though as the words leave her lips, she slides off the desk. “I thought maybe you could use something to keep you awake. I know you tend to find them boring.”

I’ve seen a lot of versions of Maeve since we met. Flirty and seductive Maeve is a new persona.

She might be my favorite.

“Come here,” I say, motioning with my finger to do the same. She doesn’t hesitate as she comes to me, leaning down so I can finally taste her lips on mine. I just have to move my hands slightly to squeeze her tits that have been beautifully on display. I start to bring her on my lap when the godforsaken sound of a Teams call rings through.

“Bloody hell!” I yell, looking to see that it’s the head of human resources. Probably wanting to make sure I wasn’t crazy for declaring four-day work weeks.

“Answer it,” Maeve says as she slides down from my lap. “And don’t mind me.”

Jesus fucking Christ is she about to…

Holy shit, she is. I hear the telltale sound of my zipper coming down, and I lift up for just a second before realizing I still need to answer the phone.

“What, Tom!”

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