Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Thanks again for watching Mackie. You’re his favorite, way more than my parents. Plus, he’s so strong that sometimes I worry he’ll pull them too much, and I’ll see them in the hospital while I’m working.”
“Anytime. I love the goofy dude. He’s a good snuggle buddy, too.” I drop the wine glasses and bottle of wine on the counter before bending down to give Mackie some attention before heading out.
“Still, it’s appreciated. Now get out of here, have a date night with the man of your dreams, and keep me posted. I want all the juicy details.” Talia and I hug, I tell her to keep her phone handy for updates via text, give one last goodbye rub to Mackie, and head home.
7
CREW
“Good morning, Crew. Serena is in the office waiting for you,” Mary greets me on this Monday morning. The phone is already ringing on her desk, and I’m later than usual when I walk through the office doors. An aching cock will do that to you. It didn’t seem to matter how much I tried to ignore it, the damn thing wouldn’t calm down until I took care of business. It didn’t matter what I did. All weekend, it seemed like my thoughts circled back to Serena. Waking up this morning from an erotic dream where she was bent over my desk didn’t help matters, either.
It's a dream that will no doubt become a reality if I’m not careful. In fact, when I wrapped my hand around my dick, it was with the thought of taking her on every surface of my office. I lick my lips, remembering this morning and how I imagined Serena spread out on my desk, on her back, feet on the arms of my chair, ass hanging over the edge, and my shoulders keeping her open for me.
The first swipe of my tongue along the inside of her thigh made her quiver, and I inhaled her sweet scent, which only made me want more, at least in my fucking dream it did. It’s probably nothing like the real deal, but while I was slowly dragging my palm up and down my length, it sure as hell seemed that way.
She was wet, so damn wet, and my imagination ran wild with the idea of tasting her. The first time I get my mouth between her thighs is going to have me coming in my pants. Shit, it almost did this morning. I barely had enough time to pull my shorts down before things got even better than I expected. Serena’s hands delved into my hair, sinking her fingers into my flesh and holding me right where she needed me the most. I’d lick her through her first orgasm but wouldn’t stop there, no fucking way. Her slick heat, the way she’d clamp down on my tongue, I’d need to feel it elsewhere, like on my fingers, and definitely on my cock. Both of which got used while I continued to stroke my cock, using the cum dripping fast and furiously from the tip.
My mind went into overdrive, bypassing everything else besides sinking inside her wet heat. The only problem with that is me coming too fast for my liking, and it barely took the edge off, per fucking usual. Then, by the time I dragged my ass into the shower, the dumb piece of flesh between my legs perked up yet again. It took longer for me to get out of the door, needing more caffeine than usual, and to clear my head in the form of meeting up with a few of the guys. Between Asher, Johnny, and Tysen, it helped get me to a point where I’d bend my rules. Fuck everything between Todd has to say about keeping away from his niece and my self-imposed rules.
“Good morning, Mary. Can you order lunch again for the three of us? Not sure what Serena will be in the mood for, but I’ll leave that up to you and her.” I made a stop at human resources on my way out on Friday, and Serena will be receiving a check. Todd didn’t want to do it for fear he’d be portrayed as playing favorites, and the way I’m feeling about his niece, the last thing I want is for her to struggle when there’s something I can do to prevent it.
“Of course. There are no meetings scheduled today, either. I’m knocking on wood, if you know what I mean.” Anytime we start on a Monday without a meeting and things seem like they’re going okay, we get swamped with shit you don’t see coming.
“Bite your tongue,” I say jokingly before heading into my office. The door is only slightly ajar, and there’s no telling what Serena is doing without me in there. She could be working on the computer, going over past plans, or waiting patiently for me.