Chapter 6

Crissy

In the reflection of the window, I could see Grant struggling as I slowly moved my ass from side to side. Torturing him was way more fun than actually doing work, and the fact that he’d caught on to my little comments only made me smile. I had seen the half chub he had through his pants while we were discussing whatever boring acquisition he was trying to achieve, but now he had a full-on erection. I could feel his eyes boring into me, watching me as I slowly swayed my ass for him. I could feel his heated gaze traveling down my legs, and I chanced a look back. His chest was rising and falling at a fast pace, and I could see how tight his pants had been pulled.

Even across his office, I could see the outline of his thick cock.

My eyes flicked down to it before I turned back to my work. Grant let out a strangled cough before I heard his chair turn, and I couldn’t help but giggle. He was struggling in ways I never thought the great Grant Jacobs could, and it made my chest swell with pride.

Among other things, that is.

As I continued to alphabetize his books, I felt myself grow wet. Teasing Grant was fun, yes, but it was also raising my nipples to painful peaks. I closed my eyes and recalled the outline of his dick against his pants. It was thick. Strong. Just like he was. I bet the tip of it would drip effortlessly between my lips if he ever gave me the chance to kiss it.

In an instant, my face heated up. The men in college were jokes compared to him. Sure, I had no issues giving it up in between classes, but those boys had no idea how to please a woman. They got their own, they half-assed the last part of the job, and I always had to fake my orgasms just to get their flopping fish bodies off mine.

By the time graduation day had arrived, I’d practically sprinted across the stage just to get away from all of them. The last year of my college days was spent teasing more than fucking, and I missed the feeling of being full. Even the few guys I was with who had massive cocks still didn’t know how to use them, but something told me Grant was different. With that age of his came experience in realms boys my age had no idea about just yet, and my body shivered at the pleasure I just knew he could give. I bet his tongue could do expert things along my skin. I bet his hands knew exactly when to smooth against my skin before cracking the cheeks of my ass.

I bet he was a dirty little boy who needed to be punished between my legs.

I’d never felt this turned on by a man. Never. I closed my eyes and conjured his cock again, only this time, I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to turn around and command Grant to remove it from his pants so I could drop to my knees and worship it. I bet if I kissed the tip of its head, it would leak for me. I bet it would be so thick I wouldn’t even be able to gobble it all down my throat.

I shivered at the thought just as knock rang out at his door.

“Get up,” he said.

“Hmm?”

“Get up and come over here,” he commanded.

I placed the books down and slowly turned around. My eyes flicked down to his crotch again, taking in the throbbing outline of his thick dick just before he rolled himself fully underneath his desk. The smile that spread across my lips was dark and menacing, but there was a look in his eyes that flashed momentarily before the door to his office opened. I slowly walked over to him, studying the profile of his face as the emotion continued to linger there, and it wasn’t until Dylan and his other frat-boy friend began talking that it faded.

Guilt. Grant Jacobs was experiencing guilt.

“Can I help you two?” Grant asked.

“Mark and I wanted to come up here and talk to you about some investment opportunities,” Dylan said.

“What did I tell you about the meeting happening this week? We’ll talk about the research from the alternate streams of revenue then, Mr. Anderson.”

“This wasn’t something suggested at that meeting,” Dylan said. “Just hear us out, Mr. Jacobs.”

His eyes flickered toward me as I stared at the two boys. I knew he would want me to take notes, but I wasn’t wasting my energy on something I didn’t need to do. Notes for hour-long meetings? Sure, that would be necessary. But meetings like this that would only take a few minutes or so? Not necessary at all. It was a talent that had helped me during classes. I had spent less time jotting down useless notes and more time studying and listening to the professor. It mitigated my study time outside class, which meant I could ace my exams while still holding on to the party schedule I’d created.

After all, everyone in college wanted to party with Crissy Marks.

“All right,” Grant said. “What’s the opportunity?”

“Tike Oils Company,” Dylan said.

A grin spread across my face before my eyes flicked down at Grant. There was a sparkle in his eyes, and without another word, I reached for the remote on his desk. The men turned their gazes to me as I crossed my hand over my body. Then I clicked the power button and watched the television screen in the corner leap to life. The only thing that was plastered on the news this morning was the bullshit that CEO had gotten himself deep into, and I took great pleasure in watching both their faces fall to the floor.

“I believe Mr. Jacobs has that avenue covered,” I said sweetly.

“We figured it would be a good venture since we’ve been having issues with the Midwest,” Dylan said.

“Do a bit more research before you waste my time, Mr. Anderson,” Grant said.

“Sorry, sir. We definitely will.”

I turned the television off before I placed the remote back down on the desk. The guy who hadn’t talked at all turned around quickly and left the room, but Dylan was sticking around. I figured he had something else he wanted to address with Grant, so I looked down at him before I drew in a deep breath. I couldn’t see whether or not his cock was still hard and thick beneath his pants, but I could tell he was trying hard to regulate his breathing.

And the smirk on my face grew just a bit broader.

“If there isn’t anything else, Mr. Jacobs…” I said.

“You’re dismissed, Miss Marks. Update my calendar accordingly, and get me that summary email.”

I started for the door and felt Dylan turn on his heels to follow me. Another young, lost puppy drawn in by my looks. I got to the door and cocked my head, taking him in before he slipped around me, and it wasn’t until I stepped out of Grant’s office that he began talking to me again.

“Crissy,” he said.

“Yes, Dylan?”

“Have you ever wondered what the difference between a golf ball and a G-spot is?”

My eyebrows ticked up, but the best part was Grant’s head whipping up from his desk. He eyed Dylan hard, almost like he was wishing for him to vanish into thin air. One sentence out of this little boy’s mouth and already Mr. Jacobs was jealous.

I simply had to know where this was going.

“I cannot honestly say I’ve ever wondered, Dylan,” I said. “What is the difference?”

“A man will actually search for a golf ball,” he said, grinning.

I giggled at his joke and saw Grant stand from his desk. It was easy to see the old man was jealous, which meant my tricks were working. He was just as riled up for me as I was for him, so I decided to put on a show I knew he would never forget.

“I suppose that’s the difference between younger men and older men, huh?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” Dylan asked.

“Boys simply get what’s coming to them. Men, however, give with the hopes of receiving a return. It’s the difference between high-risk investments and allowing something to roll low and slow. High-risk investments always give to the investor what they’re asking for, which is nothing but a quick fix before a disappointing fall. Low and slow, however…attending to one’s assets over a period of time and allowing it to simmer while you research, attend, and find…always garners a return much bigger than anticipated.”

I flicked my gaze over to Grant, whose eyes were boring into Dylan. His chest rose and lowered quickly as he placed his palms on his desk, no doubt trying to hide that thick cock I knew had jumped back to life. Dylan’s eyes were wide, and I patted his shoulder and walked away. That was when I knew what I had to do.

It was time for me to turn up the heat on Mr. Jacobs.

“Dylan, what did I tell you about fraternizing in the workplace?” Grant asked.

“It was just a joke, sir,” he said.

“Keep them to yourself,” Grant said. “I’m paying you good money, and that money isn’t so you can stand around flirting with my P.A. Get back to your desk, and get to work.”

Oh, yes. I would turn up the heat indeed.