Page 15 of Get It In Writing
Chapter Nine - Harper
Those hips sway like they’re made from something other than human flesh. Like something divine.
But if she had a halo, it’d be a little crooked. I still can’t figure out if she’s a good girl or a bad girl, but I know she’s an angel on my shoulder, whispering dirty little things into my ear.
“What made you decide to work here, anyway?” I ask, taking the cap off my best bottle of bourbon sitting on my bar cart against the wall in my office.
“The design business isn’t a sure thing,” my girl says, taking the drink in her pretty fingers and sitting down at one of the chairs in front of my desk. “I need a day job. I don’t want you to think this isn’t something I’m interested in, though.”
“So you always were fascinated by scheduling and answering phones? Is that as much of a passion for you as graphic design is?”
“Well,” she says, taking a small, tentative sip of her drink, “no. But it’s a good job. You should know. You gave it to me.”
“I thought you said I didn’t even know when my staff gets off for the night,” I say, sitting down on the desk in front of her.
“That doesn’t mean you aren’t a good boss.”
She’s looking up at me with those clear blue eyes, and her button-down shirt is fastened all the way up. My cock just won’t behave. Seeing her like this is making me crazy. It’s hotter that she has her shirt buttoned all the way up than it would be if she had her gorgeous tits on display. It makes me want to work harder for it.
“When do you usually get off for the night, again?” I ask, taking the drink from her and putting it with mine on the desk.
A faint blush paints her face as she opens her mouth to answer. God, those precious little lips need to be in my lap.
“Five,” she says, making her back straight in her chair. She’s trying not to relax, but I can see that she’s fighting herself.
“That’s when you get off?” I say, smiling, practically smelling the want coming off her.
I can’t take it anymore, and I can see that she can’t either. It’s been too long since that kiss on the sidewalk, and it’s been too long since I first saw her and decided that she’d be mine.
She stands up and I wrap my arms around her, making her warm and safe. Her body presses up against mine and I feel the small of her back sinking forward, deep into me. Unbuttoning her shirt slowly, her perfectly milky smooth tits moving up and down with her breath, I pull the shirt off and toss it on the floor.
I lift her up by her ass and bring her over to the desk, pressing her back against it and pushing some bullshit paperwork away so she can sit down.
“Isn’t that stuff important?” she says, glancing backwards. “All that stuff just got inter-officed to you today.”
“Fuck that stuff,” I say. “We have more important stuff to take care of now. I don’t give a shit about that stuff.”
She smiles and wraps her arms around me, our lips pressing into each other’s and our tongues dancing together like we’ve kissed a million times before. She spreads her legs open for me like a good girl and I press my cock against her.
“You’re soaked, baby,” I say, pushing her skirt up to her hips. “That all for me?”
“Yes,” she says in a small voice.
“It’s better be,” I say, trailing a path of kisses down her cheek and neck to her gorgeous cleavage. She’s curvy in all the right places, and her bra is so cute that I fight the urge to tear it right off her.
“This is crazy, right?” she says, wrapping her legs around my ass and pulling me closer.
“No,” I say, looking deep into her eyes and taking in all of her. “What is crazy is that this hasn’t already happened.”
I kneel down in front of her and spread her knees apart. Her pussy smells ripe and sweet, and I can’t wait to make love to her with my mouth. I grab her cute panties by the band at the back and slowly pull them down her thighs, revealing the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen. I lick slowly up and down her slit, pulling a sweet little moan from her mouth.
“So you’re a good girl,” I say, kissing her on the insides of her thighs. “You wanted it here in my office all along?”
“Anywhere would have been fine,” she moans, to my delight.
I draw her clit into my mouth and lick it in long, broad strokes, devouring her. She’s getting wetter by the second, and I need my cock to be buried deep inside her.
“You ready for my dick, my good girl?” I say, pulling my pants down and bringing my steel-hard cock out. “I’m going to tear your body apart right here until you can’t see straight.”
