“Good job getting the Serranos back,” my dad says, popping his head into my office. He’s in town for a few days, and I go to respond, but before I can…he’s gone. Obviously in a big hurry.

Checking the clock, I have ten minutes before my next meeting, and I haven’t talked to Quinn all day. We missed each other this morning, and I can’t stop thinking about her. Grabbing my cell phone, I get up and close my office door as I dial her number. Looking out at the water while the phone rings, I wish she were looking at it with me.

“Hey, this is Quinn, leave me a message.”

“Have I ever told you that you have the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard?” I smile thinking about it. “Anyways, I might have to keep calling your voicemail and jerk off. I miss you. Call me back, sexy.”

Hanging up. I look down at my hard shaft.

Seriously?

Now is not the time! “Mr. Smith,” Suzy chimes in through my phone. “Your four o’clock is in the conference room.”

Closing my eyes, I grab my suit coat and slide it on, but as soon as I do my phone rings. Across the screen is Quinn’s name and I answer it, not caring that I have clients waiting for me.

“Hi, babe!”

“Hey.” She’s quiet, and I worry something is wrong.

“Everything good?”

“Yeah, I’m just in the bathroom at work.”

“Are you now?” My cock stiffens all the way imagining her alone in a bathroom stall. “What are you wearing?”

“A tight blue dress.”

“Send me a picture,” I ask her and begin to rub my dick through my pants.

One comes through; damn, she is absolutely breathtaking. “God, I wish I was there to fuck you.”

“Me too.”

“Touch yourself,” I tell her and am rewarded with her sweet soft moans.

“Mr. Smith, I’m sorry to bother you again, but your father is requesting you begin the meeting,” Suzy chimes in through the phone system.

“It’s not even four yet,” I bark at Suzy.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Tell him I’ll be there at four.” Glancing at my computer, it’s 3:58. Quinn and I won’t have time to mess around now.

“You have to go?” she asks me.

“I do, I have a meeting. But I’m going to have my assistant give you access to my calendar. She’ll send you the link and tell you how to look at the schedule and see where I am, this way maybe we won’t miss each other so much, okay?”

“Okay,” she agrees, and I ask her, “What time will you be home tonight?”

“Around six.”

“Okay, I’ll call you then; make sure you’re naked.”

She giggles and I hate to end our call, but I have to. “Maybe just one more picture?” I ask her, and she says to me, “Bye, Merritt.” And hangs up as I watch the screen turn black. Then I head into the conference room, thankful that my cock isn’t hard anymore. Walking in, my father has already begun the meeting.

Fucking prick!

Like he really cares about punctuality. He doesn’t make it to half of the meetings he’s scheduled to attend. Shaking the clients’ hands, I sit down, and my dad just keeps yapping away, reading off whatever agenda was emailed to him. I doubt he even knows much about the deal.

My phone buzzes and I can’t stop myself from pulling it out. On the screen is another picture of Quinn. In this one she’s blowing me a kiss, her huge tits are straining the tight confines of her dress, and I’m tempted to fly there tonight, surprise her, and fuck her all night. Then leave on the first flight out of Denver in time to return here for another day at the good ol’ job.

“If there’s something more pressing, you need to attend to, Merritt, by all means, please do so.”

Peeved at my father for calling me out in front of potential clients, I say, “Thanks, we’ve got a hiccup with the Serrano deal. I think I’ll have to fly into Denver to handle it.”

Apologizing to the clients, I leave and tell Suzy to book me the first flight out of here into Denver. “Right away, sir.” She’s quick to respond, and I head into my office, making sure I’ve got everything covered for the rest of the day. Sitting at my desk, another picture comes through. Christ, this woman is killing me.

Texting her back, I tell her, You better stop with these pictures, or I’m gonna book a flight out there and take you hostage.

Another picture comes through, this one is of her cleavage, and Suzy chimes in. “Mr. Smith?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I can get you out on a red-eye tonight leaving here at 12:37am, when would you like to return?”

“Is that the soonest that you can find for the departure?”

“It is. With Thanksgiving coming up, it seems like everyone is already making travel plans.”

“Shit,” I mutter under my breath and my dad barges in my office. “Let me get back to you,” I tell her.

“How come I was not aware that there was a problem with the Serrano deal?”

“It just came up, right before the meeting. That’s why I was late.” Even though I wasn’t actually late and there is no problem with the Serrano deal. Giving him a reason for not being there when he wanted me will make him happy.

“Can you fix it?”

“Of course I can.”

“Good.”

He walks off; my phone flooded with a ton of pictures from Quinn, and Suzy is looking at me from her desk across the building wanting to know if I want the flight booked or not. Fuck, this is all so much to handle. I’m not sure what to do. Should I go to Denver, when I won’t even get to her house until at least three in the morning? Or should I wait for her to come here this weekend?