Chapter 1: Introduction
The tinkling of the receptionist's laughter ricocheted down the hallway, followed by the clicking of Marianne's red stiletto heels. The sound stopped near my office door. I looked up, a guilty heat spreading over my face as I was caught ogling the secretary. It's not my fault—she was hard to ignore with an ass like that. I took a quick look around, making sure no one else caught me before I got back to work.
But Marianne being Marianne, she'd managed to catch me eyeful.
I swallowed hard, trying to push away the sudden surge of lust that shot through me as she sashayed her curvy hips into my office. She wore a tight pencil skirt that hugged her generous thighs and ass, and a low-cut blouse that showcased her full, round breasts. She'd let her long, dark hair down today, leaving it to cascade over her shoulders and down her back. Big brown eyes, so dark they looked almost black, were lined with thick, black kohl that made them look even larger and more sultry.
Marianne flashed me a flirtatious smile as she closed the door behind her with a soft click.
"Michael," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "You wanted to see me?"
She knew damn well what I wanted—she was playing a game with me, a dangerous game that only Marianne could get away with. She sauntered over to my desk, her hips swaying with each step. She leaned over, the top of her blouse hanging open just enough to give me a tempting glimpse of cleavage.
I bit my lip, feeling the urge to grab her and pull her onto my lap.
"Yes, Marianne, I did," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm. "We need to discuss your new project. But first, can you close the door?" I gestured to the half-open door.
She didn't move, instead sliding her hand up my leg, tracing her fingers up my inner thigh. I caught my breath, the motion making my groin twitch.
Marianne's hand was so close to my straining cock, and the teasing look in her eyes made it clear that she knew exactly what she was doing to me. I swallowed hard, shifting in my seat as my cock threatened to burst through my pants. I couldn't focus on work, not with Marianne's sexy body distracting me, her hand so dangerously close to my rock-hard erection.
"Marianne," I warned, my voice a hoarse whisper. "You need to stop that."
She chuckled, her hand inching closer to my cock.
"But Michael, I don't want to stop. I want to feel you inside me, fucking me until I scream your name."
I groaned, unable to resist her any longer. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from my cock, holding it firmly in my grasp. I stood up, towering over her. I leaned in close, so close I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, making my own body tense with anticipation.
I couldn't resist her any longer. I grabbed her other wrist and forced her to look at me, my grip firm enough to let her know that I meant business.
"You better be careful what you wish for, Marianne," I growled, my eyes locked onto hers. "I'm not a man to be trifled with."
She laughed, a husky, sultry sound that made my cock throb with desire. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm getting myself into," she said, her voice dripping with confidence.