Maya

 

 

"If your client has an interest in seeing the property for himself, I can arrange that at a time that's most convenient for him."

Todd, the man who arrived for a private showing an hour ago, turns to look at me. He's been standing in the dining area for more than ten minutes, pecking away at his phone.

When he emailed me early this morning to arrange a showing, I was still in bed with Julian. He explained in his message that he's a representative of a buyer who wishes to remain anonymous. It's not uncommon when a property of this value is up for sale.

Many wealthy people want to keep their names and faces out of the financial papers. There's an inherent understanding at Carvel that when this penthouse sells, we'll be screaming about it from the rooftops.

I glance down at my watch. I have another showing in an hour. That one is at Charles Warton Sr.'s apartment. I've been actively promoting that property on my social media pages along with this one.

Interest for the Warton property hasn't been as high but the woman meeting me today is excited. I have a good feeling about her and I don't want to keep her waiting.

"He might actually want to see this place." He holds his phone in the air. "I've been texting pictures to him and he's impressed."

I hope he's impressed enough to make an offer. My time is running out to sell this place before it's handed over to another broker. I need the deal which is why I have Jen calling every person who has viewed the penthouse to get a sense of their interest in it.

"Do you want to set up a time for that showing now?" I tug my cell out of my pants pocket.

I didn't have a lot of time to get ready for work. There was a broker's meeting at the office at nine a.m. so after I left Julian's place, I'd raced home to shower and threw on a pair of navy slacks and a light blue sweater. It's not my idea of the picture perfect business attire, but it's sufficient in a pinch.

"Let me give him a call and I'll find out."

I walk away because I know this man values his privacy. I haven't been able to place whether he's a lawyer or just an assistant hired to handle the initial viewings of properties his boss is interested in.

I take advantage of the time to sneak a peek at my messages. I scroll through them until I spot one from Julian.

You threw the rule book out last night so let's go on an official date. Pizza at seven?

I smile as I read the words. I start to type out a response telling him that I'll meet him anywhere for pizza.

"My client has a window from seven to seven-thirty tonight. Does that work?" Todd asks from where he's standing across the room.

I lower my phone and flash him a genuine smile. "Seven tonight is perfect."

 

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"What do I owe you?" I hold my hand on my hip as I turn to the side so he can get a good glimpse of my ass in the tight skirt I'm wearing. "Or do you accept sexual favors in exchange for pizza?"

"Are you offering to blow me to pay your pizza debt?" Julian breezes past me to put the pizza box on the massive island in the penthouse's kitchen. "If you are, forget that damn pizza and get on your knees."

I do. I kick off my heels and drop to my knees in the middle of the penthouse.

My mystery client, a middle-aged man named Simon, left ten minutes ago. I called Julian to tell him I could meet him for pizza but he suggested I stay put. Now, I see why. He wanted to surprise me with a pie and the sight of him in jeans and a hoodie.

I tug down the zipper of his jeans and yank them and his boxer briefs down around his upper thighs.

His cock is hard as stone, curved up to his belly as I run my hands over the length.

"This is better than any pizza I've ever had." I smile as I look up at him. "I've been thinking about doing this since I saw you last night."

He wraps my hair around his fist and pushes my mouth closer to his cock. "I've been thinking about this forever and if you don't suck it now, I'll blow my load all over your beautiful face."

I'd like that. I'd actually love that, but I want to taste him.

I lick the crown with gentle, short sweeps of my tongue. I can tell it's driving him mad with need. His hand tightens in my hair. "In your mouth, Maya."

I slide my mouth over him, gingerly taking as much as I can before I pull back. I repeat it, again and again, stroking the length of his dick with my fist as I suck in more and more of him with each bob of my head.

"You know how to suck cock."

I do. I take him down my throat, swallowing the length of him until he shudders and grabs my head with his other hand.

"Fuck, that's good. Right like that. Like that, Maya."

I give him more of what he wants, taking my time, savoring each sound he makes; every twitch of his cock in my mouth.

He pumps into me, his hips catching an uneven rhythm as he tries to stay steady on his feet.

"I have to come down your throat. Fuck, please let me come down your throat."

I inch closer on my knees. It's a silent sign that I want exactly what he does and when I feel him tense and his heavy balls draw up, I look up and into his face as I swallow every drop of his release.