“Are you listening to a word I’m saying?” Julian asks later that afternoon.

I exhale a frustrated breath. “No. Today’s not a good day to go over this.”

“Tomorrow then?”

I nod. “Yeah. First thing in the morning?”

He stands and agrees. “You can’t blow me off tomorrow, though. This needs to be taken care of as soon as possible.”

Once I’m alone, I pull out my phone and send a text to Charlize. It’s just after five, and I haven’t seen or heard from her since this morning. My dick has been hard all day just thinking about her.

Me: Where are you?

Charlize: In the bathroom.

Me: Take your panties off.

Charlize: I haven’t had them on since lunch when I had to take care of myself. They were too wet to put back on.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Me: Stop what you’re doing and slide a finger inside yourself.

Charlize: I’ve never had a boss like you.

Me: Are you complaining?

Charlize: I’m too busy making myself come again to be complaining. You should finish me off.

Fuck.

I’m torn.

Jill warned me off Charlize this morning after catching us together. It wasn’t a subtle warning, either. She threatened that if I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants, she’d do everything in her power to stop North & Co. winning the Bluestone award. Turns out my ex-wife is a vindictive bitch.

Me: I’m busy. I’m all yours tonight.

I’m playing with fire here, but I can’t stop myself. I want Charlize like I want air. It’s a need as much as a want at this point. I just have to control myself at work. Jill won’t ever know what’s happening outside of work. It’s not like her path would ever cross with Charlize’s.

Charlize: You don’t know what you’re missing out on.

She texts a photo of her breasts a moment later, and I know I’m fucked.

Completely fucking fucked.

I call her.

“Yes, boss?” she purrs. “I’m kind of busy right now.”

I unzip my pants and wrap my hand around my dick. “Get your ass to my office.”

I rest my head against the back of my chair and groan as I slide my hand up and down my cock.

“Are you sure about that? I thought you couldn’t fit me in until tonight?”

“Now, Charlize,” I growl.

It’s a good thing I left my blinds closed all day. I figure they’ll never be opened again at this rate.

She arrives a few minutes later, and I soak her in as she comes towards me. I told her she was beautiful this morning, but that doesn’t cover it. Not even close. However, it’s not her beauty that has me captivated so much as her mind and everything else about her. Charlize is an original in a fake world, and that is a rare find. From her quirks to her intelligence, to her sense of humour, to her disregard for societal expectations, she has so many qualities I want in a woman. And I hardly know her yet.

Her gaze is drawn to my dick. “I see you started without me.”

Letting go of my cock, I stand and move to her. Hooking one arm around her waist, I back her up until we hit the door. Locking it, I rasp, “This is going to be fast. I hope you’re ready, because I more than fucking am.”

She guides my hand to her pussy. “You should see for yourself.”

“Fuck,” I groan as I slide my fingers through her wetness. She’s way past ready. “Turn around.”

She does as I say and I waste no time unzipping her dress and pushing it off her shoulders so it falls to the ground. I then unclip her bra and remove it, too. Turning her back to face me, I almost come as I take in her body.

Charlize is fucking perfect with curves any man would dream of. I bend my face to her breasts so I can suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She curls a hand around the back of my neck, gripping me hard while a moan escapes her lips.

I dedicate more time to her breasts than I thought possible. My dick is so hard I’d assumed I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back too long, but her tits steal all my attention for a long while.

It’s not until she drags my face back up to hers and kisses me that I let them go. “I love your mouth on my tits, but I really want your cock now.”

I reach for the condom I placed in my pocket earlier and sheathe my cock before lifting her. She wraps her arms and legs around me, and watches me with anticipation.

“Hold on tight. I’m going to move us to the other side of the room.”

“Smart move,” she murmurs. “I do have a tendency to be loud during sex.”

I picked that up about her this morning, and while I love a woman who is vocal about her pleasure, I’m aware that Jill could be near.

Fuck.

What the fuck am I doing?

Even as I ask myself this, I know I can’t stop. Charlize truly has become an obsession.

When I have her up against the wall on the other side of the room, I tease her pussy with my cock. She’s so fucking wet that it’s hard not to just enter her. I want her to be begging me to fuck her, though, so I restrain myself.

I find her mouth while I continue teasing her with my dick. Our kiss soon becomes another frantic rush for more. Neither of us can get enough of the other.

Breathless, she comes up for air and demands, “Just fuck me already. I can’t take any more of this teasing with your cock.”

I don’t wait for another invitation.

I thrust hard inside of her, slamming her against the wall.

“Oh, God,” she moans. “Yes!”

She’s not fucking wrong.

I pull out and thrust back in.

Jesus.

This isn’t going to take long.

Her fingers dig into my back through my shirt, and I wish I’d taken the damn thing off, but there’s no time now to stop. We both need this too much for that.

I place a hand over her mouth before I go any further. She doesn’t stop me. Instead, I feel her mouth curl up into a smile under my hand.

“Now, we’re ready,” I say before I slam even harder into her.

A muffled sound comes from under my hand. I can’t make out what she says, but from the way her head lolls back and her eyes close, I’m taking it as a sound of approval.

We’re all muffled moans and groans while we chase our release. As we get closer, Charlize bites my hand. Not hard, but I’m guessing just enough to stop her from screaming when she comes. A few moments later, she orgasms, and I’m struck again by the beauty of it. Only briefly, though, because I follow her over the edge soon after and am completely lost in the pleasure.

As I come down from the high, I find her eyes again. She traces a pattern on my shoulder and smiles.

“Hey, you,” she whispers, almost a little shyly.

I smile.

That’s my beautiful woman. So different from anyone I’ve ever fucked. “Hey,” I say back.

“You sure know what to do with that cock of yours.”

I chuckle. “I fucking hope so.”

“I think I’d like to schedule another date.”

“I’ve already blocked time in my diary.”

Her brows arch. “Oh, really? That seems a little presumptuous of you.”

I kiss her again. “Always.”

“And let me guess, if I said no, you’d just boss me into it.”

“You’re beginning to understand how I operate. Now, if we could just get you to agree to no short dresses in public, my life would be fucking made.”

She loops her arms around my neck again and smiles. “That would make life very boring, and I’m not about the boring life, so if you want to fuck me, you’re just going to have to get on board with my clothes.”

I groan.

I can’t help but be turned on by her unwillingness to back down, though.

I deposit her on the floor. “Get dressed. I’m taking you out for dinner.”

She looks horrified. “I can’t go out to dinner looking like this.”

“I thought you’d say that. I’ll take you home so you can get changed first.”

She places her hand on my chest and hits me with a sexy smile. “I’ve got a really short dress that will be perfect for dinner. You’re going to love it. But I need to visit the bathroom before we leave.”

I don’t take the bait. Instead, I simply say, “You go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

I watch her leave and then dispose of the condom. I’m in deeper than I’d planned. Charlize has drawn me under her spell, and I’m helpless to break it.

I don’t fucking want to break it.

I want her as often as I can have her, and I want her in my life.

The only thing that’s going to mess with that is my ex-wife.