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I found a new job in less than a day; I'm going to guess he had something to do with that, but I'll never complain. He knows everyone who matters in this city. I'm sure he pulled some strings and I sure didn't stop him. I needed a job fast to keep up with the lifestyle I was used to. I make great money where I'm at, hell I'm even the CFO and I don't have the everyday temptation that is Jack.
I walk past the glass doors and front desk, continuing to walk even when the receptionist is trying to stop me. She’ll let him know some crazy woman is here and he’ll know it's me immediately.
He's hitting a button on his phone when I enter. His eyes move over me as I walk toward him. He sits back in his chair and continues to stare me over even when I'm standing in front of him across the desk.
“Shit, Ava. How am I supposed to concentrate with you dressed like that?”
“What is there to concentrate about, Jack?”
“Our little arrangement.”
“Yes, that.” I sit on the edge of his desk, making sure he can see the open back of my dress. He stands instantly, walking around to be near me.
“My tattoo.” He tries to claim it as he gets closer.
“No Jack. That is my tattoo.”
“You wear it perfectly. Your back was always so beautiful.” He runs a fingertip down my spine, sending a rush through my body. I stand and walk a few feet away from him.
“I want three men. I'll need a sex swing, a St. Andrew’s cross, and a fuck bench. I'll bring the rest of the toys myself. I want a full bar available and we’ll order room service for the rest.” I talk as I walk over to his desk chair and sit down. It's a power move.
“Easy enough. Do you want me to pick the men?”
“You know my taste. I'm okay with that.”
“I do.” He moves toward me until he's leaning against the desk directly in front of me, leaving me with a direct view of the bulge in his slacks as he opens his suit jacket.
“Go to lunch with me.”
“I can't.”
“You can.”
“Jack. I'll play games with you all day, but we’re not going to bed together.”
“I don't need a bed.”
“I know you don't. I remember.”
“What if I'm one of the three?” I think about his suggestion for a second. That's a terrible idea.
“That's not an option. This was supposed to be my fantasy.”
“Are you saying you don't fantasize about me anymore?” He steps forward on me, moving the chair back against the glass. He bends to spread my legs as far as the dress allows, before he slides his hands between my tits instead.
My nipples tingle at his touch and I go on a sensation overload as he continues to explore. His touch isn't supposed to do that to me anymore.
I grab his wrist and he stops moving. I slowly guide his hand out of my dress and place it on the outside of his pants.
“The only touching you’ll be doing is to yourself as you watch me, Jack. I can't go there with you and you know it.” I wish I was truly the whore I've been called. I want nothing more than to feel him fuck me right here and now, but I can't. He has my heart tangled up and that is one area I can't stand to break again. He’s married. I'll never fuck a married man. My ex husband cheated on me and I know how it feels to be on the other side of that.
I stand to leave the room. “Make sure they're not married. I don't fuck married men.” He's standing with his back to me, looking out the huge glass window. Opening the door, I feel a sudden burst of excitement for this weekend. I'm long overdue for a great fuck and like it or not, he just turned me on like no other. Fuck me and my rules.
ary Storm
