Chapter 10 – Garrett
3 Weeks Later
Having Carolina as my assistant has proven to be everything I thought it would be. For one, she’s already turned out to be a much better legal assistant than Jeff or his male predecessor were. I don't mean to be sexist, but in my experience, I've found that women usually are.
Also, she is smoking hot, with curves that go on for miles and a body meant for worshipping. And worship it, I do. I can’t help but want to touch, even though I’m only supposed to look. Ever since our first awkward but adorable meeting in my office, it is clear that the feeling is mutual.
Since then, every time Carolina has to come into my office for something, she gives me a cute curtsy, while twirling a strand of her long brown hair. I can tell she wants me to pull on it while I take her from behind. I’m just waiting for the chance to do it without getting my partners up in arms.
At first they were upset that I'd gone behind their backs and hired a woman, and not just any woman, but this woman— a brunette bombshell of curvy temptation. But I assured them they had nothing to worry about. And what were they going to do, fucking fire me?
To the contrary, they've been quite pleased ever since Carolina started working here. I have found a renewed energy and vigor. My legal work is better, sharper, if only because my cock is always standing at least at half-mast when Carolina is around.
But it’s about to backfire soon if I don’t act on my urges. My heart is pumping too much blood to my cock for me to handle. I have to do something with all that energy.
I have to admit that having Carolina around is good for me. She isn’t like all the other girls who always let me hit and quit it. She is drawing out the game, teasing with me, flirting with me.
I’m happy about that, because the chase is the best part of the game sometimes. I know that as soon as I conquer my prize, I'll move onto the next conquest.
Won’t I?
That's how it had always been in the past, but I have to stop and ask myself if this time is different somehow. When it comes to Carolina, well, she brings out something in me that I don't think any woman ever has.
I love her charming Southern accent. She talks with a twang but it’s genteel, not hick. Her laugh is genuine and her smile lights up her whole face.
Fuck.
I better stop thinking this way before I do something silly and fall in love.
This afternoon, after Carolina had just been in my office to take some dictation, I can’t seem to get her out of my mind. I try to tell myself my obsession is purely physical. I need to satisfy my desires with her soon, before I go crazy.
I lock my office door and take my cock out so I can relieve some of the anticipation bubbling to the surface, both physically and mentally. I stroke my eleven inches of surging power and imagine her sucking eagerly on my cock, taking all of me down her throat like a good little slutty secretary.
I want her to bend over my desk so I can spread her ass cheeks wide and get a good look at her little pussy. I just know it will be so tight and wet for me.
I'll have to spank her ass for being such a bad girl at work and letting me corrupt her. Then I'll have to slide myself into her and have my way with her.
As I stroke my cock, I imagine it going in and out of her pussy as she moans my name and cries out "Fuck me harder, Boss."
I want her spread open wide and naked in front of me while I pound my cock into her pussy like I’m pounding it with my own hand just now, jerking off, thinking of throbbing and pulsing inside her while I claim her as not just my legal assistant but also my lover.
Finally, my goal is accomplished. I think of her gorgeous face as I get my sweet release. Then I grab a handful of tissues and blow a big load of cum into my hand. God, I needed that.
I slump back in my chair and think about going out to the balcony attached to my office to smoke a cigar and plan how to seduce Carolina so that she will let me do this with her in real life. I have a feeling it won’t be too hard.
Instead, I’m overcome with the desire to be near her right this second—and not just in a sexual way. I want to hug her lovely curves up against me, smell her fresh scent— I swear she still always smells like saltwater, like the ocean from where she’d come— and run my hands through her hair that would no doubt be tangled and sweaty from the amazing sex we would have just had.
Fuck.
I know I’m absolutely screwed since I’m thinking like this. This has never happened to me. I’m not the type to enjoy cuddling up next to a woman. I’m all about the fucking— get in, get off, and get out.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I had expected to want to fuck Carolina. I hadn't expected to feel this way about her. I hadn’t expected to not be able to get her out of my fucking head.