by Harlow Layne
INTERN
A STEAMY OFFICE ROMANCE
Harlow Layne
Intern
Copyright © 2018 by Harlow Layne. All rights reserved.
ISBN-13: 978-1-950044-00-9 (Ebook Edition)
ISBN-13: 978-1-950044-01-6 (Paperback Edition)
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are use fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Contents
Intern
1. Sadie
2. Tyson
3. Sadie
4. Tyson
5. Sadie
6. Tyson
7. Sadie
8. Tyson
9. Sadie
10. Tyson
11. Sadie
12. Tyson
13. Sadie
14. Tyson
15. Sadie
16. Tyson
17. Sadie
18. Tyson
19. Sadie
Epilogue
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Acknowledgments
About Harlow
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1
Sadie
As I look around at my hotel room for the night, I can’t help but wonder what I’m doing. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d hire a male escort. Not only that, but I didn’t hire him to take me to a high school reunion or a wedding. No, I hired my escort for sex. Hopefully fabulous sex, because that had been sorely lacking in my marriage.
It had been a little more than a year and a half since I’d last had sex. Why you ask? Because I found out that my husband, Gerald, was gay. In my vows I promised fidelity, so I promptly filed for divorce when I found my then husband in bed with another man. Maybe his vows didn’t matter to him, but when I make a promise, I stick to it.
The day my divorce was finalized, I booked my date for the night online. My best friend, Erin, had promised me that the company was totally professional. She had used them multiple times for work functions and family events to keep the vultures at bay on her love life.
What no one knew was that my best friend was gay and had moved from the state, away from her nosy and judgmental family, so that she could be with her long-time girlfriend. They had even had a private wedding ceremony that I attended last year. They were beautiful and in love, and I hated that they had to move so far away so they could be together.
From the moment I woke up this morning, I’ve been a ball of nerves. Tonight, I was going to have sex with a man I paid for. A man I had never met. What had my life come to?
Then at work, a new intern who is drop-dead gorgeous, spilled coffee all over my carefully planned outfit. He’s a clumsy fool. From the moment he’d been hired, he never failed to drop something every time he was in my presence. Why he was still employed, I didn’t know.
Probably because he’s the office eye candy.
Now I wait with my nicely stained blouse and skirt on, my knee bounces when there’s a knock on the door. Imagine my surprise when I open the hotel door to find the clumsy intern leaning casually against the frame.
My knees go weak. How the hell am I going to explain this?
“Mrs. Frost?” he asks, eyes wide.
“Intern?” My mouth gapes open while my heart speeds up being in his proximity, and smelling his spicy scent.
Stepping out into the hall, I look both ways, sure that he’s gotten the wrong the room.
“My name’s Tyson. Tyson Jacobs.”
“How can I help you Mr. Jacobs?” Taking in his long, lean frame, I try not to drool. He’s well over six foot, standing a head over my five foot, seven inches. Tyson is one fine male specimen. A little young, but it never hurt to look. Wearing dark jeans with a black button-down shirt that did nothing to hide his muscular physique. His light brown hair is carefully combed to one side while normally it’s a dishelved mess at the office. His light green eyes are rimmed with a dark gray that glow as they peruse me.
“Are you my client?” he asks as he peers around me into the room. Does he think there’s someone else in there who hired him?
Noticing no one else is in the room, his eyes dart to my left ring finger. Yep, nothing there, buddy. Never again.
“Your client?” I stammer.
“Did you hire an escort?”
“Um…”
“Mrs. Frost, aren’t you married? I could have sworn I’ve seen a wedding ring on your finger at work.”
Had he been checking me out at work?
“As of today, I’m officially divorced.” I try not to say sadly.
Looking down the hall and then back at me, the intern skims my body from head to toe. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” I draw out as I take a step back letting him in. “Mr. Jacobs are you an escort?” I ask as I move across the room only to stop at the window.
“Indeed, I am.” He laughs awkwardly as he sits on the big king size bed that takes up most of the room. “I need the money, Mrs. Frost.”
“Please, I think we’re past the point of you calling me Mrs. Frost. Call me Sadie, Mr. Jacobs.”
A small smile graces his strong jaw. “Sadie.” The way he says my name sounds like a prayer being uttered from his delicious lips.
“Call me Tyson. So…”
“Okay, Tyson, how old are you?”
“Twenty-five.”
Holy shit. He’s just a baby.
Fiddling with the sleeve of my shirt, I can’t help but ogle him one more time. “I… think… Tyson, surely there are other ways for you to make money.”
“But they don’t pay as well, and I’m good at what I do.” He smiles slyly at me and winks. “I’d ask how old you are, but I do know it’s not proper to ever ask a woman her age.”
“You are correct, but I’ll tell you anyhow. It’s only right. I asked your age,” I shrug. “I’m thirty-nine.”
Tyson’s eyes widen as he takes me in with a new set of eyes. “You look great for thirty-nine. If I had guessed, I would have said twenty-six.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Jacobs.”
Was I flirting with him now?
Even though I’m sure he’s blowing smoke up my ass, I can’t help but smile. I’ll take twenty-six any day.
“I can’t wrap my head around the fact that you hired me.”
“You’re telling me. I’ve never done this before and then to find you on the other side of the door. Well…”
“A bit of a shock for me too.” He finishes for me. Smiling softly, he asks. “Why did you hire an escort?”
Letting out a bitter laugh, I sit in the chair closest to the window. “Because I haven’t had sex in close to two years, and I wanted to feel good again.” Tears well up in my eyes, and the room becomes a blur. “I’m almost forty and divorced.”
Moving to kneel down in front of me, Tyson takes my hands in his. “Don’t cry, Sadie. You’re much too beautiful to cry. Let’s move over to the bed. I’m willing to bet that I can make you feel good.”
“Isn’t this going to make thing
s awkward at the office?” I ask as I walk with him.
Smiling genuinely at me, he replies. “Only if you make it awkward.”
“I’m being serious, Tyson.” I huff out in annoyance.
“Personally, I’ve never worked with someone I’ve had sex with. I won’t make it awkward if you won’t. Deal?” He winks with a sexy smirk on his face.
Thoughts of my gay husband and how he was my only lover plague me. What if I’d driven him to be with a man?
My body’s rigid as I sit beside him, “What if I’m not any good at this?”
“Relax,” he brushes a strand of hair from the side of my face. “Surely you’re not still a virgin. You were married.” His hands find my shoulders and start to massage. His touch is divine, even if it is only on my shoulders. Or am I that desperate for the human touch?
“I’m not a virgin, but…”
“Let me take care of you. Make you feel good,” he whispers into my ear.
His hot breath eases something inside of me, and I relax against his touch.
“Please,” I say breathlessly.
Was that me? I sounded… sexy.
Pulling me onto his lap, Tyson begins to slowly unbutton my blouse. “Sorry about spilling coffee on you earlier today.”
“Don’t ruin the moment,” I rush out, placing my hands to his hard chest.
His only response is to chuckle. Kissing up the side of my neck, he continues to undo each button. Slowly he slides my top from my shoulders and down my arms. His eyes feast on my see-through black lace bra.
“You have magnificent tits. I thought so from the day we met, but now…” he groans in the back of his throat as each hand cups my aching breasts. His mouth trails down the column of my neck and across my collarbone, igniting something deep inside of me.
Slowly he stands and places me down on the bed. Hovering over me for only a moment, an unnamed emotion crosses his face as he leans down to take my nipple into his mouth. The feel of his hot tongue along with the lace of my bra against my sensitive nipple sends my libido into overdrive.
“Tyson,” I moan out his name.
“Does that feel good?” His voice is rough with want, turning me on even more.
“So good. Don’t stop.”
I feel him smile against my overheated skin.
Unable to stop myself, my hips rock against the large bulge in his strained pants.
“I don’t plan to stop until I’ve wrung every last ounce of pleasure out of you.” His lips trail a line of kisses down to the top of my skirt. Ever so slowly, he lowers the zip on the side of my skirt and peels it down my legs leaving me only in my heels, bra, and panties.
“You’re so beautiful, Sadie.”
My skin flushes from head to toe at his compliment. Here stands this beautiful man and he’s complimenting me.
Diving down, Tyson puts his mouth to my slit and digs his tongue through my panties. His nose nudges against the spot I want him most. I moan. Pulling the fabric to the side, his tongue sweeps along my slit up to my bundle of nerves; I buck into him.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet. I could eat you all night.” He growls against my folds.
“Yes,” I moan, arching my hips up for greater friction, and starting to ride his face.
Plunging first one finger and then two into my core, he sucks my clit into his talented mouth, pushing me over the edge. My fingers fist into his hair as I ride out the waves of pleasure. He doesn’t stop until I lay spent on the bed with a sated smile on my face.
Feeling him move, I peek up at him only to find Tyson slowly stripping his clothes off. First, he fists the back of his shirt to pull it over his head and then peels his jeans down his strong, muscular thighs. Heaven help me, his body is gorgeous. I could orgasm just at the sight of him.
“What do you want from me, Sadie?”
I watch as his impressive cock juts out and bobs from between his muscular legs.
“I want your cock.”
“You can have my cock, but what else do you want?” he asks as he kneels on the bed beside me.
“I don’t know. I’m not used to this.”
His brows furrow. “Used to what? Being asked what you like or want?”
As embarrassing as it is to say, for some reason I want to open up to Tyson. “When we did have sex, it was always the way Gerald wanted to do it and that was from behind. He didn’t want to look at me.”
“I can promise you that I very much want to look at you while I fuck you, but I want you to tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Oh,” my skin flushes in embarrassment. Now this is getting awkward. Would I be able to look at him again when I saw him in the halls at work?
“Nothing to be ashamed of. You’re a grown woman who should get what she wants. Tell me, and I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
“I want to straddle you and ride your beautiful cock.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he smiles deviously. Sitting with his back against the headboard, Tyson once again pulls me onto his lap, and I feel his thick tip nudge my opening. Slowly I start to rock, only for him to grip my hips and stop me. “Give me a second to put a condom on.”
How had I not thought about using a condom? For Christ sakes, Tyson’s an escort. Who knew how many people he’d had sex with? What he might have?
“You’re making me lose my mind, Sadie. I almost forgot the condom and that never happens.”
“We can’t have that,” I murmur as he shifts, once again nudging my entrance.
“Ride me, Sadie. Fuck me hard.” Tyson breathes against my lips before he plunges his tongue into my waiting mouth.
Doing exactly what he wants, I lift up and let myself go, taking Tyson into me fully in one go.
“Oh, God,” we both moan into each other’s mouths.
My core stretches to try and take his massive length and girth. The pressure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so fucking big. What was I thinking?”
“You weren’t thinking that’s the point. Now ride me like you said you wanted to.”
On shaky knees, I slowly slide up only to drop back down, taking him in fully, again and again. Each time he hits a spot inside that feels out of this world.
“You have a magical cock,” I moan as tingles start to work their way down my spine. “I’m going to come again.”
“Yes! Fuck me, Sadie. Fuck me hard.” Who knew that the clumsy intern also has a dirty mouth?
His grip on my hips tighten as he pulls me down and thrusts up, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. His fingers dig deep enough that I know I’ll have bruises the next day, I feel his cock pulse inside of me, and I hurdle over the edge, screaming out his name.
I fall gracelessly on top of him, trying to catch my breath.
“Fuck, Sadie, that was fantastic,” he groans from underneath me.
Rolling off him, I let out a sated breath. “Yeah, it was.”
We lay there quietly for a moment until I remember I have to pay Tyson and also see him at work.
Fumbling out of bed, I quickly start to get dressed. My clothes are scattered throughout the entire room, and I can feel Tyson’s eyes on me the entire time.
“It was nice seeing you outside the office. Do you know what everyone calls you behind your back?”
My head immediately turns to look at him as he pulls on his dark jeans.
“What do they say?”
“That you’re the Ice Queen of Mathers, Inc. If only they could all see this side of you.” He frowns as he puts a shoe on. “Strike that. I don’t want them seeing you like this.”
“Thanks?”
I definitely don’t want everyone at work seeing me naked. That would be a nightmare.
Moving over to my purse, I pull out the cash to pay him when his large hand covers mine. “Keep your money, Sadie.”
“But…”
Shaking his head, he lea
ns down and kisses me soft and sweet. As if we had kissed a million times before that night. “Let’s keep this between me and you. Goodnight, Mrs. Frost. I’ll see you at work on Monday,” he winks and walks away.
2
Tyson
It’s been one week, and I can’t stop thinking back to my night with Sadie. Of course, I see her at work, but either she doesn’t see me, or is avoiding me.
“Tyson, you need to stop looking at Mrs. Frost’s office before she sees you and freezes you in your spot with one look.”
I let out an irritated sigh. “Don’t say that. She’s not as bad as everyone makes her out to be.”
“How would you know?” Derrick asks with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t know,” I shrug. “I just do. Now leave me alone so I can get my work done before lunch. I don’t want to have to shorten it because you couldn’t leave me alone.”
“Someone’s crabby today. Maybe you need to get laid or something.” Derrick eyes me before turning and walking away to his cubicle.
If he only knew how badly I needed to get laid, and by who.
Getting back to task, I don’t stop until everyone around me starts to file out of their cubbies and out to lunch. As I’m on my way, I spy Mrs. Frost standing by the elevators alone. We don’t make eye contact as we silently wait for the elevator’s arrival. The moment the doors close on us and we’re alone, I pull her to me and kiss her as if I hadn’t kissed her in a lifetime.
Her answering moan has me quickly pinning her against the wall with her legs wrapped around my waist. I grind my aching cock in her heat as she claws her nails down my back.