Page 67 of Pure Recklessness

I was hard.

Which meant my dick was still working.

When I’d gone to see Mirabelle the other night to try to fuck Eleanor out of my system, I thought it was broken.

I got there and for the first time in my life, I couldn’t get it up.

It was so embarrassing.

I’d thought it was weird because my cock had always responded well to Mirabelle in the past. Plus, I’d had no problem getting a stiffy that night I’d wanked in my office shower whilst thinking of Eleanor.

Mirabelle was understanding and told me it happened to everyone. But it didn’t happen to me. I was like the Energiser Bunny. I could go all night.

I put it down to stress, apologised and left.

But tonight, just looking at Eleanor made me hard.

I should be relieved that my cock was still functioning. But the fucker was getting excited about the wrong woman.

Mirabelle, my fuckbuddy, was the one it was supposed to respond to.

That was safe pussy.

There was no conflict.

No boundary crossing.

Eleanor’s pussy on the other hand had disaster, risk, devastation and pure recklessness written all over it.

There was a big red ‘No Entry’ sign with flashing ‘danger’ lights all round it.

The number of reasons I shouldn’t want to go there were infinite.

She wasn’t just an employee. She was a very innocent junior employee.

The imbalance of power was at its greatest.

I needed to stay the hell away from Eleanor.

For her sake as well as my own.

26

ELLIE

As I walked into the press office, my thoughts turned to Mr Devlin.

Last night really freaked me out. I wondered if he was okay.

When I saw him tumble off the treadmill, I was genuinely concerned. I’d called for help, but there was no one left in the gym. Just the two of us.

I was about to get my phone to call an ambulance when I saw him move. So I leant over him, calling his name, trying to get him to wake up.

The relief as he opened his eyes was huge. But he seemed dazed. At one point I thought he was staring at my boobs, but then I realised he was just trying to get his bearings. The poor man didn’t even realise he was in the gym.

He was a bit wobbly when he stood up so without even thinking, I put my hands on his arms to steady him and check that he was okay. But the second my palms made contact with his skin, it wasn’t just his wellbeing I was concerned about, it was my own.

His arms were even more solid than they looked.