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sight? Bullshit , he’d always thought. Now he couldn’t imagine life without her and her sweet personality, the ever-changing colors of her hazel eyes and her flame-red hair. So elegant and refined during the day, and so hot and wanton at night.
He’d had plenty of relationships, and mostly throwaway where he and the woman would have a fling and part ways amicably. He’d never wanted more than that. There were too many good-looking women to enjoy to be tied down to one.
As he stared out his office window he wondered what Elsie was doing right at this moment. They’d decided it wasn’t a good idea for the two of them to work together.
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They’d be going at it like fucking bunnies all the time. He rubbed his cock through his slacks. That pink rabbit with the drum had nothing on them.
The sky was cloudy, threatening to rain like it had the day she’d first walked into his office. What was it? A week ago? God, it seemed like it had been months instead of days.
Right this minute she was still at work consulting for the company where her contract was about to run out in the next week or so. She’d told him that often between jobs she’d take time off—usually her contracts were lucrative enough that she could afford it.
He just needed to convince her to take that time off now and spend it with him instead of spending it looking for a full-time position, or even another contract job. He hadn’t taken a vacation in who knew how long, and he had an efficient staff that could manage without him for a couple of weeks. Hell, a month even.
John drew his cell phone out of its holster and pressed the speed dial number he’d programmed in for Elsie’s cell.
She answered on the third ring, her voice breathless and low as she said, “Hi, John,”
in her sexy fuck-me voice that made him harder than ever.
He adjusted his raging hard-on through his slacks. He could picture her in his office now, on her knees, sucking his cock.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” His words always seemed to be low and husky when he spoke to Elsie. He felt like he was in high school again. It was like he could barely speak around her.
John imagined her twirling a strand of her red hair around her finger. “Staring at a computer screen and thinking about you.”
A groan rose up in his throat that he barely held back. “And what were you thinking?”
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“About going down on you in your office with your whole staff on the other side of that door.” Her words made him groan again. “It would be so hot just knowing they had no clue what we were doing—or maybe they’d be trying to guess if I was fucking their boss.”
“You’re being a very bad girl, Elsie.” He couldn’t stop rubbing his erection through his slacks. “Teasing me will only get you punished.”
“Who, me?” she said and he pictured her doing her best to look innocent. “I would never tease you about wanting you to come here, where I’m working, and do me in this backroom.”
“Oh, I definitely think you’ve earned a punishment…or two.” He leaned forward and toyed with a pen on his desk. “Any plans for the first couple of weeks in February?”
He imagined her tucking the strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, no.”
“How about skiing in Colorado?” To his surprise he actually felt nervous about asking her and what her response might be.
A pause. “I—well…I don’t know how to ski.”
He smiled. She wasn’t saying no. “I’ll teach you, sweetheart.”
“I’m scared to death of anything fast, John.”
“Bunny slopes,” he said, thinking of that pink rabbit and almost laughing. “We’ll keep things slow and easy until you’re ready to move faster.”
Like their relationship. Zero to sixty as far as his heart was concerned, but he knew he’d have to take it slower with her.
“Sure,” she said after another pause, and he blew out a breath of relief. “But I’ll warn you in advance that
He’d had plenty of relationships, and mostly throwaway where he and the woman would have a fling and part ways amicably. He’d never wanted more than that. There were too many good-looking women to enjoy to be tied down to one.
As he stared out his office window he wondered what Elsie was doing right at this moment. They’d decided it wasn’t a good idea for the two of them to work together.
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Taking the Job
They’d be going at it like fucking bunnies all the time. He rubbed his cock through his slacks. That pink rabbit with the drum had nothing on them.
The sky was cloudy, threatening to rain like it had the day she’d first walked into his office. What was it? A week ago? God, it seemed like it had been months instead of days.
Right this minute she was still at work consulting for the company where her contract was about to run out in the next week or so. She’d told him that often between jobs she’d take time off—usually her contracts were lucrative enough that she could afford it.
He just needed to convince her to take that time off now and spend it with him instead of spending it looking for a full-time position, or even another contract job. He hadn’t taken a vacation in who knew how long, and he had an efficient staff that could manage without him for a couple of weeks. Hell, a month even.
John drew his cell phone out of its holster and pressed the speed dial number he’d programmed in for Elsie’s cell.
She answered on the third ring, her voice breathless and low as she said, “Hi, John,”
in her sexy fuck-me voice that made him harder than ever.
He adjusted his raging hard-on through his slacks. He could picture her in his office now, on her knees, sucking his cock.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” His words always seemed to be low and husky when he spoke to Elsie. He felt like he was in high school again. It was like he could barely speak around her.
John imagined her twirling a strand of her red hair around her finger. “Staring at a computer screen and thinking about you.”
A groan rose up in his throat that he barely held back. “And what were you thinking?”
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“About going down on you in your office with your whole staff on the other side of that door.” Her words made him groan again. “It would be so hot just knowing they had no clue what we were doing—or maybe they’d be trying to guess if I was fucking their boss.”
“You’re being a very bad girl, Elsie.” He couldn’t stop rubbing his erection through his slacks. “Teasing me will only get you punished.”
“Who, me?” she said and he pictured her doing her best to look innocent. “I would never tease you about wanting you to come here, where I’m working, and do me in this backroom.”
“Oh, I definitely think you’ve earned a punishment…or two.” He leaned forward and toyed with a pen on his desk. “Any plans for the first couple of weeks in February?”
He imagined her tucking the strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, no.”
“How about skiing in Colorado?” To his surprise he actually felt nervous about asking her and what her response might be.
A pause. “I—well…I don’t know how to ski.”
He smiled. She wasn’t saying no. “I’ll teach you, sweetheart.”
“I’m scared to death of anything fast, John.”
“Bunny slopes,” he said, thinking of that pink rabbit and almost laughing. “We’ll keep things slow and easy until you’re ready to move faster.”
Like their relationship. Zero to sixty as far as his heart was concerned, but he knew he’d have to take it slower with her.
“Sure,” she said after another pause, and he blew out a breath of relief. “But I’ll warn you in advance that
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