by Alex Wolf
She pointed at a semi-colon on the page and breathed him in once more. Her pussy was already wet just because of the close proximity. She could easily grab him by his hair and pull his head down to where she needed it. Her clit swelled and throbbed just at the sound of him breathing. Goosebumps pebbled along the backs of her arms thinking about his rough fingers digging into her hips.
Her eyes followed from the paper up to his face where he studied what she’d written.
He didn’t say anything for a few moments, then handed her the paper.
“It’s not terrible. Just not great.”
She stood there, staring nervously.
He sighed. “What would you like me to do? You’ve only turned in one assignment. Maybe you’re not putting forth enough effort.”
She should’ve felt embarrassed at what he’d said, but all she could think was that he’d paid enough attention to realize she’d only turned in one paper. The class was huge. There was no way he could keep track of everyone personally, but he had for her.
Her hands were clammy once more. Why was it so hard to just fucking breathe around him? And he’d asked her a simple question that heated her up even more.
“What would you like me to do?”
Everything. Do anything you want to me.
She wasn’t sure how to actually answer. Her brain was nothing but a giant mass of exposed wires.
“Umm, is there—I mean, maybe you know a tutor?”
He let out another exasperated sigh. “Well, did you go to student services?”
“No.”
“You’re aware there’s a department for helping out with problems like these, right?” He glanced up at her and seared her with those eyes. “So that you don’t bother your professor with it.”
Of course, she knew that. But she didn’t want to go to student services. She wanted to be in the room with him. She wanted any opportunity she could get to ask him questions.
“S-sorry. I didn’t know.”
He smirked as if to say, we both know damn well what’s happening here.
She rose and smoothed down the front of her skirt.
She caught his eyes glancing to her legs and then back up to her face as quickly as possible.
God, there was something about this man that made her ramble like an idiot. Part of her worried he’d think of her as some kind of helpless airhead.
They both sat there, staring at one another for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. His eyes raked up and down her body, this time without any attempts to avert his stare.
His gaze moved up to her face, still perfectly framed in his hot-as-all-fuck glasses. He let out a breathy sigh. “I normally don’t do this. But I can help you with a few things.”
Houston, we have lift off.
A wave of delicious tension swam through her body and funneled straight down into her pussy. It was like floating on air. Everything became bright and more radiant. Colors were vivid.
“You would do that?” She blinked. “For me?” Her face had to be pink with excitement.
He smiled. Not a warm, happy smile. It was more like a devilish grin. But it was still the first time he’d ever smiled at her. “Stop by after class tomorrow. We can go over a few things.”
She nodded, unable to even think of classes she had the next day. It didn’t matter. She would clear her schedule for him.
“Thank you. I really appreciate this.” She scurried away as fast as she could.
What had she just done? What had he just done?
It had to be nothing. He was just being nice, showing her some kind of mercy. But the way his eyes seared into her flesh and warmed her all over. The tone of his voice. She hadn’t seen this coming at all, him offering to help her personally.
“I expect you to work, Miss Monroe.”
She whipped back around to face him.
His face was tense, and his eyes narrowed. “Do not waste my time.”
She nodded. “I promise.”
She turned on her heel and pushed through the door.
Holy fuck, he was so intense. And she was going to be given time with him, alone.
She had him entirely to herself.
The thought ran through her mind once more.
Alone. Tomorrow.
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Introduction
Banging the Intern
I’m a man who has everything…power, money and respect.
I acquired these through hard work, and running my company with an iron fist.
I don’t date. I don’t fall in love. I don’t make bad decisions. Not my style.
I’ve seen enough empires crumble at the hands of temptation to know better.
But right now, there’s a woman in my office.
She’s applying for a summer internship.
She’s young, smart, tempting, and her slightest movement sends my pulse racing.
I want to own her—claim her.
I always get what I want.
I should tell her to get lost before the interview begins.
There’s only one problem…
She’s my daughter’s best friend.
Tom
Tom
Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Carver.”
“Call me Tom. And I’m happy to do it. When Hannah said you were looking for an internship, I knew this would be a perfect opportunity, for both of us.”
Her chest blooms pink, and it spreads up her neck to her cheeks. Rose is my daughter’s college roommate. I couldn’t say no to Hannah. I’ve always spoiled her, and she knows all she has to do is ask and it’ll be done
“I’ll work hard. You won’t regret this, I promise.”
Yeah, you will.
“You sure I won’t bother you? I know you’re super busy. I don’t want to get in your way.” She shifts in her seat, crossing her ankles.
My eyes dart down to a pair of fuck-me heels, and my gaze rakes up her lean legs. Inappropriate things race through my mind every time I see Rose Collins. I know it’s wrong, but fuck, she’s hot.
“Not at all. You’re staying at the apartment over the break, and we’ll be working a lot of hours. You’ll be sick of me in no time.”
“That’ll never happen.” She glances out the window. “I can’t believe Hannah’s going to Europe with Steven for the summer. I’m going to get lonely.” She flashes me a weak smile and straightens up in her chair. “I don’t party or anything like that. I want you to know that I’ll take my position seriously.”
You won’t be lonely. Trust me.
“I doubt that. You’ll have men falling at your feet. I already noticed a few staring on the way in. We’ll keep you busy, though. Lots of work to do around here.”
I’ll keep you busy.
“You’re just trying to make me feel better.” She takes off her glasses as she finishes her new-employee paperwork.
I will definitely make her feel better. God, she has no idea how sexy she is. Legs for days. Dark hair pinned back neatly. Hair I’d love to yank on and run my fingers through. Soft red lips that’d look perfect wrapped around my cock as I fucked her mouth. And those tits. Fuck. She’s nothing but walking temptation.
I stare hard into her hazel eyes. “I don’t lie. I mean everything I say.”
“Well, umm, I should let you get back to work. Unless you want me to start today.”
“Actually, I do need you. I have a meeting, and my assistant is on maternity leave. Can you take notes? I have some other errands you could take care of as well.”
You could take care of my rock-hard cock.
Her eyes lock onto mine. A wry smile curls her lips upward as she nibbles the end of her pen. I can’t help but imagine that tongue of hers swirling around the head of my dick.
“Sure. Anything you need.”
Any
thing?
“Could you grab a file for me? It’s right behind you.”
“Sure.” She caps her pen and sets it beside the paperwork.
Her dainty fingers smooth down her skirt. They should be on me, stroking up and down my shaft while she awaits further instruction.
I shouldn’t think these things, but I can’t help myself.
She’s beautiful, smart, tempting—and, not to mention—forbidden. Which makes me want her even more, considering I’m a man who always gets what he wants.
“Bottom drawer. File titled ‘Titan Industry’.”
My eyes dart to her ass as she bends down to get the folder. Her charcoal gray skirt hugs her soft curves in all the right places. I want nothing more than to bend her over my desk, dig my fingers into her, and sink my cock deep inside her tight virgin pussy.
Rose is a good girl. I overheard her and Hannah before Hannah left for her trip.
Hannah had said, “Don’t be uptight all summer. Get drunk or, I don’t know, lose your virginity.”
Fuck, just hearing she was a virgin had my cock warring with my zipper. Rose needs a man to guide her, teach her things. A real man. Not some fucking frat-boy loser. She dated some clown all semester who cheated on her because she refused to give it up. Motherfucker didn’t deserve her.
Not that I do, but I’m exactly what she needs.
Not some little cocksucker who treated her like shit and made her cry.
I have to do this right. If I move too fast, I’ll scare her off. I have no doubt by the time I make my move, she’ll be begging for it.
Her fingers brush over mine as she hands me the file. It shocks me out of my thoughts. Her touch is electric. It pulses through my limbs.
“Thank you.” I smirk when her cheeks flush with pink hues.
I’m going to enjoy this—playing with her.
“Is there anything else I can do, Mr. Carver?”
The way she says my name drives me fucking crazy. I know I told her to call me Tom, but she just changed my mind.
Right now, I want nothing more than to swipe everything off my desk, sit her on top of the hard oak, and eat her pussy for lunch.
“I was about to get some food. Why don’t you order us something?”
“What do you want?”
Your legs, trembling around my face. Now.
My eyes roll up to meet hers. “Surprise me.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “Okay.”
Rose
Rose
I have no idea what to order him for lunch.
I’ve been around Mr. Carver a few times, but never enough to pay attention to what he eats.
Men like meat and sandwiches, I suppose. I decide to order him a club and fries. I opt for a burger. My stomach grumbles a little at the thought. I’m freaking starving. I was too nervous to eat breakfast.
I want to do my best to make a good impression here.
If I do well, maybe they’ll offer me a job when I graduate. A low, entry-level job, but it would be an awesome start.
Carver Global would be an amazing company to work for.
I sit in his office and watch him devour the sandwich while I pick at my burger. Apparently, I chose well. I can’t help but be intrigued by the man in the suit.
He lets his guard down, and laughs. Ketchup drips down his chin. Without thinking, I take a napkin and wipe it away.
When he smiles, my heart drums in my chest.
His hand reaches out and covers mine. “This was perfect. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You do this every day, I may have to keep you around permanently.”
His tone is light, but his stare smolders me. God, he looks like he could throw me over the desk and do unspeakable things to me. Every time he talks—Jesus. He’s powerful, experienced, charming—and just too fucking hot for words.
I step out of the shower, and my body welcomes the cool air. Today couldn’t have gone better. I spent most of it running errands for Mr. Carver. I really should call him Tom like he requested. It’s just that I’ve always known him as Hannah’s dad.
He’s the president of a multi-billion-dollar company. Calling him by his first name seems so—I don’t know—informal or insulting. Maybe I’m making a big deal out of nothing. My mind does that sometimes. But the man just oozes power and sophistication. I’ve never seen a more gorgeous man for his age. He could be a model for Dior.
Thinking about how he looked in his office today, how he looked at me, it sends a tingling sensation between my thighs. I could swear a few times when he looked at me, there was something between us.
I shouldn’t think about him like this, but I can’t stop myself.
The man is fine.
A real silver fox. His eyes are steely grey and penetrate my core like armor-piercing rounds. And his smile—fuck, his smile.
I walk over to my door and crack it open, barely. I don’t think he’s home from work yet.
I stroll over to my nightstand, open the top drawer, and pull out my B.O.B.
I can’t get Tom’s searing eyes out of my mind, and I need to release this tension before it destroys me.
Biting my lip, I drop my towel and lie down on the bed.
My fingers trail over my breasts, caressing my nipples, imagining my hands are his.
It’s not the first time I’ve gotten off to the thought of Tom Carver. It’s even more intense now, knowing I’m staying at his apartment. It’s like his presence is all around me. He’s been in this room, probably sat on this bed. He could be home any time.
The first time I met him was a party at their house in the Hamptons. We arrived early, and he was out by the pool. He definitely works out and takes care of himself. He’s muscular but not overly thick. He has a trim build, like a swimmer’s frame, and that damn vee that cuts down below his shorts. It took everything I had not to gawk with my mouth wide open.
Arching my back and spreading my thighs, I circle my fingers over my clit. My body burns with need. There’s an ache between my legs that only thoughts of Tom can heal.
It’s too bad I can’t have him.
Spreading my fingers through my slick folds, my pussy is ready for B.O.B. to do his job.
I power him on and glide him inside while fantasizing about my new boss—my best friend’s dad.
I work it in and out, the entire time imagining it’s Tom’s thick cock pumping in and out of me.
I’ve fooled around before, and I have B.O.B., but I’ve never been with a man.
I came close with my ex, but found out he was cheating on me. It was actually a relief, even though I cried myself to sleep for a week. Thank God I didn’t give him what he wanted before I found out.
I’m saving myself for someone I can trust.
A man who knows what I need and won’t shatter my heart into a million pieces.
A man like Tom Carver.
I’m so close to finding my release when I hear a door close. I yank the covers up over my body.
“Rose? You eat dinner yet?”
Oh my God.
B.O.B.’s vibrations and the sound of his voice sends me over the edge, and my eyes roll up in my head.
A knock on my door sends it wide open.
I freeze, legs spread on my bed, completely exposed beneath the covers, and in walks the man I can’t stop thinking about.
The orgasm rolls through my body, which moves on its own accord. My hips buck as his eyes narrow on me.
There’s no way he doesn’t see what I’m doing. Well, what I was doing.
Jesus, I could die right here on the spot, but it feels so fucking good.
Tom doesn’t move or speak, but a tiny muscle jumps in his cheek, and his chest heaves and falls with each breath. He’s lost the jacket of his suit. His button-down stretches tight across his broad chest, tie loosened around his neck. His hungry eyes sear into me.
What the hell am I going to do?
Does he know I was thinking about
him? Does he know I want nothing more than for him to close the distance between us and fuck me?
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Introduction
Playboy in a Suit
I’m a playboy in a suit.
I like to do two things—whatever I want and dominate in the courtroom.
My brother and I run one of the most powerful law firms in Dallas.
I have a reputation.
Weston was the same, until Brooke came along and tamed him.
That leaves me.
One of us has to take care of all the smoking hot women in the city.
I knew better than to let my guard down at his bachelor party with all the booze floating around.
Apparently, I hooked up with the hottest stripper there. She was meant for my brother, but I kept her for myself.
We were so wasted I can’t remember anything about her.
When a dancer named April shows up at my firm a few months later wanting to sue her boss, one of my biggest clients, there’s a conflict of interest.
She looks familiar.
A lump forms in my throat when I notice a baby bump.
I have a sinking feeling she’s the one I hooked up with, and that baby might be mine.
No matter how hard I fight it, I know one thing—I want her, and the baby too.
She can fight it all she wants, but I’ll get her. I always get what I want. And I take care of what’s mine.
Because I’m Brodie Hunter, Attorney at Law.
April
Have you seen my gold hoop earrings?”
Jenny is always borrowing my stuff. I wouldn’t mind if she’d remember to return what she took once in a while.
I finish applying my lipstick while I wait for her to make an appearance.
