Chapter One
T
he day started like any other Wednesday, but I didn’t know at the time I’d soon be faced with one of the biggest challenges of my life.
I hit the gym around five for chest, shoulders and arms, and was showered and shaved by six. Dressed for success in a light gray suit and pale blue button-down shirt that I wore open at the throat, I slipped on a pair of burgundy monk loafers, grabbed my messenger bag, and was out the door by seven.
Leaving my BMW in the garage, I opted for an Uber, knowing I’d be going out for drinks tonight with Melissa and her friends. Safety first, I always say. Anyway, Melissa and I were together for almost a month now (that was a record for me) and she wanted to show me off to her friends. I didn’t mind playing the part of Melissa’s trophy. I worked out hard, I dressed well, and I played hard. Life was too short to live any other way.
I tipped the Uber driver and breezed into the office around eight. Madison Monroe, my personal assistant, had my coffee ready. It was her own recipe; she roasted and ground the beans herself. Madison could have put Starbucks out of business if she wanted.
Madison was in her early fifties, but you wouldn’t know it looking at her except for her platinum hair. Today, she wore her hair pulled back into a slight upsweep. She looked great, but I preferred when she let it flow over her shoulders.
She wore a navy-blue fitted pant suit, which hugged her tight body nicely. Madison took pride in herself and her appearance. She could turn heads quicker than most of the young ladies that seemed a dime a dozen around this place.
I lucked into Madison, who was the assistant for my predecessor, Walt Blankenship. Walt was a legend around here with more than twenty years of experience and 100 major accounts under his belt. Everyone said Walt could sell ice to Eskimos. When he announced his retirement, all the junior account managers, including yours truly, were frothing at the mouth to move into his corner office.
“Today’s agenda is on your tablet, Mr. Colton,” Madison said, following me into my office. “I rescheduled your ten o’clock to next week so you’re free the entire morning.”
“You’re the best, Maddy,” I said, setting my coffee down.
I took off my jacket and hung it on the coat rack beside the credenza. Madison stood in front of my desk and crossed her arms, pushing her breasts together. The top three buttons of her white blouse were open, and I couldn’t help but stare at her peaks of smooth flesh.
She peered at me over the Gucci reading glasses she wore. She looked like a sexy librarian and I couldn’t help but feel s stir in my groin. “Can I get anything else for you this morning, Mr. Colton?”
I looked up, meeting her gaze. Her eyes, like mine, were bright blue. She’d caught me looking. A smile played at the corners of her mouth and she bit her lip coyly.
Since my promotion a year ago, Maddy and I had spent many long nights at the office. There was an obvious sexual tension that developed between us, though neither of us ever acted on our impulses. Not that I didn’t want to. It was just that I was worried about losing her if things went wrong. I had a horrible track record with women.
Right now, I wondered if she was picturing me naked or if she was fantasizing about sitting at the edge of my desk while I had my face between her legs.
Myself, I was thinking about bending her over my desk and taking her from behind. In my mind, I could see Maddy leaning over in front of me, her tits slapping against the desk while I pounded her.
I had to sit suddenly when I realized I had a huge boner tenting my slacks. “No, that will be all, Maddy. Thank you.”
“Just buzz me if you need me.” She paused a moment longer before she finally turned and left me alone.
I couldn’t help but stare at her ass in those tight slacks as she went. I almost got busted looking again when Melissa walked into my office and closed the door behind her. I heard the click of the lock being engaged.
“Good morning, handsome,” Melissa said, pausing just inside the threshold. She stood with one hand on her cocked hip, looking me over. She wore a pair of charcoal gray pants that were tailored perfectly to her body and a lavender shirt cut just right.
Melissa Danvers started as one of the company interns and was brought on full-time in our administrative pool a few months ago. I saw her for the first time when she delivered the morning briefs and I was instantly attracted to her.
“Good morning yourself, sexy,” I said.
She walked slowly to the wall of windows and closed each of the blinds one by one. I knew where this was going. Shortly, I was going to put this raging boner to good use.
I walked to her and put my hands on her hips, pulling her in so that her ass pressed against me. She laughed, feeling the firmness of me stabbing at her.
“This is definitely off to a good start,” she said, leaning her head back against my shoulder.
Her chestnut hair was soft, like gossamer strands of spider’s silk, and smelled of green apple shampoo. I kissed her neck and moved my hands forward, feeling her firm stomach beneath my strong hands. Melissa’s breathing quickened when I slid my hands up to cup her breasts, kneading them gently.
Melissa reached back and grabbed my cock through the fabric of my pants. She returned the favor by squeezing me gently, then releasing, then squeezing again. My cock throbbed in time with her hand each time it opened and closed around my hard flesh.
I spun her around, taking her face in my hands and kissing her deeply. Our tongues clashed, like fleshy swords.
When I finally came up for air, I asked, “Are we really doing this here?”
“Oh, yes,” she whispered and smiled.
Melissa took my hand and led me behind my desk. She pushed me down into my chair and then got down onto her knees in front of me. She looked at with her emerald green eyes and started to unbuckle my belt.
“Do you want me to take you in my mouth?” Melissa asked playfully.
“God, yes.”
Now she unbuttoned my pants and slid down my zipper. When she pulled down the waistband of my Calvin Klein briefs, my cock sprang out, eight inches of firm flesh.
She flinched, and then laughed. Her eyes grew wide as she wrapped one of her hands around my thick pole and started to slide her hand up and down.
“So big,” she said, stroking my cock for a half a minute, her green eyes locked on mine the whole time. I loved that Melissa made eye contact, making it more intimate.
Now she stopped stroking me, leaned forward, and ran her tongue slowly along the underside of my cock, from balls to tip.
“Oh, shit,” I moaned, feeling that tickle all the way in the pit of my stomach.
Melissa smiled. With my cock firmly in her grip, she guided it into her mouth, taking it in about three or four inches. She started slowly, her head moving up and down as she sucked my dick.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, my head nodding in rhythm. Now, Melissa started to move faster. She wrapped both hands around my shaft and started to squeeze and stroke while her warm tongue played around the tip. If I let her go on much longer, I would blow my load all over her gorgeous face before I had a chance to fuck her.
And boy, did I want to fuck her. I really wanted to run my hands all over her tight, petite body while I slid my cock deep inside her.
Pushing her back, I took her hands and pulled her to her feet. “Let’s not make this all about me, babe,” I said.
“What a gentleman,” Melissa said and laughed.
I wrapped my hands around her hips and lifted her onto the edge of my desk, then gently laid her back. Now it was my turn to undo her pants. I slid them down to her knees, then peeled away her panties, exposing her well-manicured mound.
I slid my thumb slowly back and forth across her warm pussy, drawing an immediate reaction. Melissa moaned softly and I felt her knees shiver. I played with her for a few seconds then leaned forward and licked her clit, tasting her saltiness.
Now I started to flick my tongue back and forth, causing her to gasp. I put my hands on her taut stomach and pushed her back down while I buried my face between her legs and motorboated her moist honeypot.
“Holy fuck,” Melissa moaned, now rocking her hips. She was so wet; I could feel her juices running down my chin. Her whole body was shaking, ready to orgasm.
Suddenly, my phone beeped, and Madison’s voice came over the intercom, startling us both.
“Pardon my interruption, Mr. Colton, but Mr. Campbell is here to see you.”
“Shit,” was all I could manage when I pulled my face away from Melissa’s hot pussy.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she said, and then laughed. “I was just about to cum.”
I leaned over Melissa— “Sorry baby”—and pressed the intercom button. “One moment, please. I’ll be right out.”
“Clitorupted by the fucking boss,” Melissa said and laughed.
“Did you just say clitorupted?” I asked.
“Yup. I just made that up.”
“You’re a comedic genius,” I said, rolling aside in my chair. I plucked a couple of tissues from a box on my desk and blotted my mouth while she slipped back into her slacks.
“Do you need some help,” I asked, tucking my shirt into my waistband and buckling my belt.
“I think you’ve done enough, darling,” she said.
I grabbed my jacket from the coat rack and slipped it on as we walked toward the door.
“Do I look presentable?” I asked.
“Just barely.”
“And the jokes keep coming.”
“Rain check tonight?” she asked, her hand on the doorknob. “You need to finish what you started.”
“What I started? Who walked into who’s office and pulled the blinds closed?”
She smiled coyly and planted a last kiss on me before she opened the door.
We both stepped out into the bull pen and Melissa said, “I’ll email those proposals to Tokyo right now, Mr. Colton.”
“Uh, yeah, thank you,” I said.
“Good morning, Mr. Campbell,” Melissa said as she passed the boss. She completely ignored Madison.
“Good morning,” Mr. Campbell said, taking a long look at Melissa’s ass. When she turned the corner, he looked over at me and said, “They just get younger and hotter, don’t they?”
“I wouldn’t know about that, Mr. Campbell. I only have eyes for this platinum haired goddess right here,” I said taking Maddy’s hand and kissing it gently. “God broke the mold when he made her. No reason to mess with perfection, am I right?”
“Madison is quite a looker. I wouldn’t mind being seduced by Mrs. Robinson,” Pete said and winked. He had quite a knack at putting his foot in his mouth without realizing he was doing it. When you’re the boss, you can get away with it, I guess.
“In your dreams, Peter,” Madison said stiffly. “Now if you don’t mind, move your conversation along. You wouldn’t want the wrong ears to hear and let Mrs. Campbell know you’re taking an interest in the interns.”
“Melissa’s not an intern anymore,” I reminded her.
“You don’t need to tell me twice,” Pete said. He took ahold of my elbow and led me down the hall, saving me from Madison’s stern look. “Walk with me, Tyler.”
“Sure, what’s up, Mr. Campbell?”
“Listen, you know the misses and I have a timeshare down at Myrtle Beach, right?”
“You might have mentioned it.”
“Yeah, so anyway, we were scheduled to go down there for two weeks. We were going to leave this weekend, but Michelle’s mother was just diagnosed with COPD or some shit, and so we’re going to Martha’s Vineyard instead to be with her.”
“Sorry to hear that,” I said.
We stopped outside of his office. “I’d hate for the place to stay empty—it cost a pretty penny and I don’t like to waste my pennies. So, I was thinking, why don’t you go down there. Take whatever hot number you’re dipping into this week. Make a mini-vacation out of it.”
“Are you serious, boss?”
“Yes. Hell, you deserve it after saving the Aussie account after Brian fucked it up. So, what do you say?”
“I say Myrtle Beach, here I come.”
“Ata-boy! Let me get you the keys and security codes. In the meantime, tell that old biddy assistant of yours to clear your calendar.”
“Thank you, Mr. Campbell. I can’t wait.”
“No problem, kid. And hey? Make sure you put that California King bed to good use, if you know what I mean.”
