I observe Sara as she looks out the window. The LA skyline and the shore of the ocean recede in the distance beneath us, the palm-trees becoming little green marbles down below.

“Sara.” I slip my arm around her shoulder and give her arm a little squeeze. She looks absolutely stunning with the sunlight dancing across her face, and even better in my arms. “I wanted to talk to you about something. It’s about the event tomorrow night.”

She swivels toward me as her fingers withdraw gently from my chest, looking up at me with her sweet eyes.

“What is it?” she asks.

“I wanted to ask you if you would like to attend the party as my date.”

She bites down on her bottom lip, dragging it lightly through her teeth.

“Is this a condition of my employment?” she asks with a smirk.

“That’s something I like so much about you, Sara,” I respond, slipping my hand over her hair, taking one of the soft brown locks and letting it slip between my fingers. “I don’t know if that’s a question I’ve ever heard before.”

“Well,” she says, straightening up in the seat next to me, “have you asked many interns to be your date for work events?”

I consider her question, and there isn’t really a simple answer. The short answer is no, but it’s more complicated than that. I’ve never asked an intern to be my date for an event - not exactly. But I’ve never demurred against the advances of any of the girls who’ve become attached to me through whatever other means they’re able.

Sara’s question makes me think back to Lexi. Busy, always moving Lexi. I attended many events with her, even though she was never one of my interns. She was a women I was really with - not how I was with the interns. The interns were with me, but I was never with them, and I always questioned their intentions. It was fine with me before Sara, because there were no illusions about what they wanted - not to me, at least. They never made their desires known. They never spoke up about what they wanted. But a ride in the back of a limo and the expensive dinners and bottles of Moet seemed to come before me, and after the internships were over I never heard from any of them again.

They knew it was temporary. I knew it was temporary. It worked for both of us. I was used, and I used them. It makes me feel ashamed now to think about it, because I would never want Sara to think of herself as part of that group of interns. And even more, I would never want her to think I was with her as a matter of appearances like Lexi thought. That was actually a good thing, until it wasn’t.

“No,” I say. “I’ve never asked an intern to come to a work event with me.”

She leans back against the window and closes her eyes, kneading her forehead with her thumb and forefinger.

“Want to hear something funny?” she asks, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she takes her hand away.

“Yes,” I say. “I could use a laugh. All this shit with the even is making me a little stressed out, although having you with me is making me feel a little bit more balanced.”

“Stressed?” she asks, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I didn’t realize people with your level of wealth could become stressed.”

“Believe me,” I say, thinking back to Lexi, “it can happen.”

“You can’t just buy your way out of any problem?” she says.

“Was that the funny thing you wanted to tell me?” I quip, bumping her with my shoulder.

“No,” she says, shaking her head and laughing. “So you know how I landed here by mistake. I never actually told my dad where I really work. And when I told him I was doing this on-air presentation, he told me to tell him when it airs so he can listen.”

“What’s funny about that, sweetheart?” I ask. Her lips pull up into a smile that lights up her whole face.

“I don’t exactly want my dad to know that I work for a sex podcast.”

“You tell him as much as you’re comfortable with,” I say. “And don’t worry about what he thinks. If you’re embarrassed, don’t be. Although I get that it might be a little awkward telling your dad about the kind of depraved shit you’re around all day.” I pull her onto my lap and kiss her neck, making her giggle. My heart clenches up as I feel her laugh in my arms.

“And with the boss! It’s too scandalous!” She sneaks a quick kiss on my lips, and heat flows through me.

“So you’ll come with me as my date,” I say as she settles into my arms. “Even if it’s, as you, say, scandalous?”

Sara takes a deep breath in and exhales, turning slightly to face me. She parts her knees and settles down on me with either leg on each side, and I feel my eyes widen as she slips down into my lap. Her curvy little body is soft but tense on my lap as my cock quickly reacts to her. Her eyes meet mine and scan down my body, taking in every inch of me as I pull her in closer, my hands on her ass, drawing her near.

“I knew you’d beg for it,” I growl softly, tipping her chin up and brushing my lips against hers.

She exhales and presses her body into me, the beating of her heart pounding into my chest as our mouths entangle in a kiss.

Sara is so beautiful, her lips opening softly for me as my tongue dances with hers. I bring her ass closer to me and grind myself against her, pulling a sweet, soft, wanton moan from her mouth.

“Please,” she whispers, pulling her face away from me, dragging her fingertips down my chest. “Please.”

“What are you asking for, sweetheart?” My cock is raging hard, and I gather her hair inside my fist, pulling on it and making her head tilt back slightly, her long, smooth neck exposed, pure for my kisses. With my free hand, I start at the top button on her blouse, slipping the little pearls and undoing them slowly, exposing her milky breasts inside a white lace bra. She whimpers, her head still tilted back, as I kiss her neck, starting behind her ear and making my way lower, peppering her skin with my hungry kisses.

“I want you, Ryan. I want you. Please.” Her eyes are swimming with lust and pure want, the air around us becoming hot and electric in a way I’ve never felt before. “Fuck me, Ryan,” she whispers.

My cock roars inside my pants as she grinds against me. I quickly push her shirt off her shoulders and it falls down to the ground. Her hands come up and she wraps her fingers around the sides of her neck, hiding her breasts.

“Again?” I whisper, taking her hands in mine. “If you want me to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you. You don’t get to hide from me. The other night wasn’t a one-off. No more of this professionalism bullshit.”

She gasps as I push her hands behind her back, pinning them together tightly, nipping the edge of her while lace bra with my teeth.

A sweet moan emanates from between her lips as I take one hand and unclasp her bra, letting it fall away from her chest, her small tits becoming free.

I lean down, taking one of her small, perfect pink nipples between my lips, swirling the pebbled flesh with my tongue.

Moving down her body, I shift her so she is laying down on the supple white leather of the double seat, letting her wrists slip free from my grasp as I push her down onto her back, my hands roaming over her body, letting myself get lost in the supple curves of her ass and hips. She presses her body toward me, and I quickly unbutton her jeans, yanking them down like it’s my first fucking time.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I can’t help but growl as I pull down her panties, already soaked. Her pussy is ripe and ready for me, her scent intoxicating and sweet. I lean down and kiss her, taking her clit into my mouth and pulling the sweetest, most gorgeous moan from her. “You’re so wet for me, baby. Who are you wet for?”

“It’s for you, Ryan. I’m so fucking wet for you.”

I trace two fingers along her wet seam, pushing my fingers deep inside her tight pussy, letting her sweet nectar flow onto my hand.

I push my fingers into her and search for the soft, fleshy pad inside that I know will make her scream my name, the way to mark her as mine, make her remember my fingers and my lips and my cock every fucking night.

“All mine, baby,” I say, grinding my fingers in and out of her, licking her clit and swirling my tongue against it. “All fucking mine.”

“Ryan,” she breathes, her hands coming down behind my head and lacing her fingers through my hair. Her legs hitch up as she wraps herself around me, her legs on the back of my neck. “I’m...I’m going to come.”

My heart swells as I see her back arch, her pussy meeting the thrusts of my fingers with the sweet release I’ve been waiting to give her since the moment I saw her in my office.

“Come for me, baby. Come for me. This sweet little pussy is going to come all over my face every night.”

She widens her legs as her hips sway gently, her pussy convulsing hard and fast around my fingers, her juices making the air around me sweet and heavy with lust.

Her chest heaves with heavy breaths, her eyes shut tight and one arm swung easily over her forehead. Her mouth is parted in a sweet, mischievous smile as she props herself up on her elbows, brushing a few stray hairs away from her face.

I am falling for this girl. I’m falling hard, and there’s nothing I can do to stop myself.

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