Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“This one’s a joke, right?” Jansen asks after he returns to my list.
“Nothing on the list is a joke,” I say, wondering which item he’s referring to. Surely not the hybrid work plan, since it’s incredibly common in other companies.
“Pets at the office?” he says, looking like he just took a bite out of a lemon.
“I often hear people on the staff talking about their beloved pets. It would be a huge boost to morale to allow dogs and cats at the office, even if only for one day a week. It would also provide stress relief and improve work-life balance.”
“Sounds like a cause of stress to me,” he murmurs, still reading.
“Of all the ideas, I actually think that one would make the biggest impact in the shortest amount of time, and it wouldn’t affect the two of you. There would be rules, of course, and we could implement it on a trial basis at first, if you’re more comfortable with that approach.”
Derek has dropped his list onto the desk and is watching me as I speak. Something in his eyes has shifted. “These ideas are really important to you, aren’t they, Ana?”
I sit up straighter. “Yes, of course.”
He crosses to the door and closes it, then turns the lock with a very audible click, still looking at me the whole time. “Maybe you’d like to show us how badly you want us to agree to your plans.”
“What exactly are you saying?”
“I think you know, Ana.” He’s right. I’m play-acting. I asked because it was the thing to do, and now I need to protest for the same reason.
“You’re being ridiculous. These ideas will help the company.” I point at the list he left behind, even though it was obvious a minute ago that the business part of our meeting is over. My hormones are poking me from the inside, telling me to abandon all HR talk and get to the good stuff.
Derek comes to stand beside me, giving me a very enticing up close and personal view of the bulge in his faded jeans. “I’m just giving you an excuse to do something you know you want to do.”
He’s so cocky and self-assured … and so right. I hate that I’m transparent, but of course, this isn’t the first time during this meeting that I’ve checked out the way the front of his pants looked, and he knows it.
Without my permission, my fingers reach out to better gauge what’s going on there. He steps closer, giving me easy access to run my hand across the denim as I watch the shape there extend into a very obvious erection. The outline of the head of his cock becomes visible and it looks so good, I’m afraid my pussy’s going to leave a wet spot on Jansen’s office chair.
“Is this getting uncomfortable?” I ask as I stroke across the length of him.
His hands go to his fly, but I push them away, wanting that privilege for myself. I undo the snap, carefully pull down the zipper, then push his jeans down his hips just enough to give space for my hands to reach under the waistband of his black boxer briefs and free his thick cock.
There’s already a bead of arousal glistening at the tip, and I waste no time leaning in to taste it. It’s clear that I’m definitely even more excited about this than I was about my list of proposed office improvements.
“Oh fuck, Ana,” Derek mutters under his breath as I take as much of him in my mouth as I can. I have one hand around the base of his cock, but I keep hold of his open jeans with the other to prevent him from stepping away. I’m determined to start what I finish today.
As I suck on him, his hand goes down my blouse, slipping into my bra to cup one of my breasts. He strokes over my hardening nipple as I keep up a steady pace, bobbing on his cock like it’s my job.
From my peripheral vision, I see Jansen watching me, his eyes hooded with desire. I never knew I had a thing for being watched, but I definitely do.
After a minute or so, Derek’s hand goes to my chin. “I’m gonna come,” he mutters, sounding pained.
I suck faster and take him deeper, and soon his body goes tense, and then his cock starts to erupt in my mouth. He cups the back of my head as his hips pump toward me with the rhythm of his release.
I keep my mouth on him until he’s done and don’t let go of him until he starts to soften. When he steps back from me, he looks ever so slightly dazed, and pride swells in my chest. There’s something about making such a strong man just a little bit unsteady that gives me an added thrill.