I pull my Mercedes up to the valet in front of The Ritz. It’s one of my favorite bars to pick women up in because in general, only fine women can handle what I have to offer to drink here. It’s right in town and, just in case I need it, I can always rent a room for the night as a place to fuck whoever catches my interest for the night. No need to bring them back to my place and the mess that entails because room service can kick them out and I don’t have to. It’s wham and bam, and they don’t hang around for breakfast … not with me at least. I mean you have to check out, right? Plus, I can use the gym after and the hotel’s amazing steam room. Hmmm, wish it was coed and I could start the morning off on a better note with a new woman.

The valet knows me by now and I always leave him a big tip for getting the car ready so fast when I need to make a quick escape out of an awkward morning scene with a girl. You have to have people you can trust everywhere. "Hey Thomas, park it, thanks."

He nods and smiles. "No problem Jason, nice to see you."

I head into the massive hotel that’s become my second home. Most of all I need a scotch to relax. I walk in like I own the place. I practically could own it if I wanted to. But who wants to own a hotel when there’s fine ass to be found at work? Plus, I love to argue so being a lawyer fits me perfectly. I open my mouth, and I win.

Good thing Ginny’s bartending tonight in case I need a booty call repeat. "Hey Ginny, how are ya?"

I sit at the bar and can’t help but scroll through the notifications on my phone. Texts, phone calls . . . man, does the day ever end?

Just then, who should walk in, but Jacqueline. She's all legs in her dress that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. She knows she’s hot. She knows I know she’s hot. But, we’ve never hooked up. Work always got in the way. She cares about how you can’t fuck above your pay grade. That being said she did get promoted. While my cock can get me into all sorts of situations, I didn’t go with the partners’ recommendation because I wanted to fuck Jacqueline.

But when she walks over here, I’m so glad she's a partner now.

"Hi Jason, nice to see you here."

"Hi there! I guess I should offer you congratulations. You’re my equal now." I love to tease her but now this isn’t some good-natured ribbing about a case. No, this is me telling her everything I’m packing can slide right inside her as soon as she says she’s ready.

You know with more than just that black dress sliding along her perfect curves.

Jacqueline’s eyes glower and she feigns being offended.

She can’t resist me. I'm 6’5" of all male muscle. I could wrap her up around my 12-inch cock so easily until she’s crying out my name. I’ve always wanted to. But as, technically, her superior, I never could. Now that she’s made partner, we’re on an equal playing field. Let the games begin.

"Oh Jason, you know I’ve won more cases than you." That’s what makes Jacqueline the only person I could fuck here tonight. She isn’t afraid to call me right out like that. Maybe she’ll scream my name when I slide inside her, and hasn’t Jacqueline earned it?

She’s playing me now. "Oh yeah, you want to make a wager over that? Come sit here, let’s just take a look through our case histories."

She backs down. She knows she’d never win. I'm older and have been at the firm way longer. At least, I think she wouldn’t win. This girl is on fire in court and fuck I might actually have to do the math and she might win. I might even tell after she’s had a few orgasms.

Jacqueline always knows how to work a judge until he sees how she sees. Same with jurors. That’s what also attracts me to her so much. Jacqueline’s not some bimbo who plays dumb. She’s a really aggressive lawyer. Brains, brawn, and looks . . . how could any judge or jury say no? They fucking can’t because she’s a winner, too.

God, the idea of pounding my cock into Jacqueline, who looks like a supermodel but can actually carry on a conversation gets my dick so hard it's practically begging to be let out and inside her. I need to fuck her. I always have. She deserves partner and she is so much fucking hotter than any random piece of ass I could have.

I watch Jacqueline’s ass as she saunters over to the bar. I know those perfect half moons sculpted, toned, and would feel just perfect if I dug my fingers into them while pumping into her. I could give that perfect ass a few spanks. I’ve undressed her in my mind enough to know this. Plus, she’s always hitting the gym before work. I’d like to take that sweet little ass up to a room and prove to her just what being the boss means...and knowing her, she’d show me something new, too.

She sits down with her drink. Wine of course. She loves wine. That champagne tonight was just not her drink. That’s why she stepped out.

So maybe I’m not all that surprised to find her, but I didn’t consciously come here to fuck her.

Jacqueline affects her sharpest courtroom tone and her eyes narrow at me. "Hey Jason, you’re not my boss anymore. How does that feel?"

My eyes darken at her words. "Honey, I'll always be the boss to you."

I see her clench and cross her legs. God, I must’ve made her panties wet. She eyes me seductively.

"We’ll see about that."

"I guess the idea of working closely with me now must be really turning you on," I test her.

"You guessed it. You’re all I think about Jason," she says sarcastically.

Whatever. I know she thinks about me. I’ve seen her eyeing me the way I’ve been doing it to her. We’ve always had this unspoken . . . connection.

I can tell by the way she smells my cologne when I bend over her desk to show her something. It’s so hot having someone you want to fuck at work. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined taking her right there on my desk. I would command her to come in, and then spank her until she admits how bad she’s wanting to suck the living daylights out of my cock.

"You know, since you made partner, you and I could be a thing."

"A thing?" she says. "I’m no man’s thing. Certainly not yours."

She’s acting disinterested, but I know she wants my cock so far down her throat that she’d struggle to breathe.

"You know, I win at more than being a lawyer," I try to tempt her.

"Oh really? Your track record with women would prove otherwise."

I finish my drink in one gulp, eyeing her the whole time. Now I’ve got a challenge.

"If you let me take you upstairs, I could help you make an informed decision," I say as I see she’s eyeing the bulge of my cock, trying to see if it would be worth it.

"Come on Jacqueline, I can tell you want to. I’ve seen the way you look at me at work. You’ve never been with a real man until you’ve been with me." She glances up at my eyes, questioning. I’ve got her now.

"Come on, it’ll be our little work secret."

I lay it on thick. I’ve got to lock this in now or it'll never happen. And, I have to be with Jacqueline at least once.

She’s no fool. She knows what I’m in for. She knows I’m a one-night kind of guy. With her, though, it could be something special. I would never reveal the depth of my feelings on this matter though. It’s on a need-to-know basis.

"I promise to treat you right," I say lightly. I’m not tipping my hand too much, remember?

"Okay, boss, I’m in." She gulps down her entire glass of wine just looking at me in that flirtatious way. This is gonna be fun.