Single Dad Boss
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No, scratch that. I can think of something worse. Doing it to a client. While I have a semi-hard-on in my trousers. Which is exactly what just happened.
Kari rounds on me, her eyes wide and shocked. I step back fast, both hands up to show her that was absolutely, positively not what I intended to do. For a moment, both of us just stand and look at each other. And then her eyes move down to the front of my pants and stay there.
Like a goddamn teenager, in a second I’m no longer at half-mast. With just a look Kari Michaels has my full attention.
She changes then. Her eyes, her whole demeanor. There’s nothing shocked or innocent about the way she looks up at me next. More like a cat, who’s just found a brand-new toy to bat around.
“Really?” she asks. And smiles at me for the very first time.
As I watch, Kari executes a perfect little step and pivot then bends over low, giving me a perfect and completely open shot at her ass. She plucks a tube of lip-gloss up from the floor and pops back up again, flipping her long hair as she closes the tube in her purse. Somehow she’s standing closer to me too, though I haven’t moved an inch. I realize her hair isn’t just dark brown like I thought before, but a deep dark chestnut.
Kari isn’t coy or flirtatious or even shy as she looks up into my eyes. Penetrating and direct at a very close distance she asks, “I’m your client, too, right?”
She’s playing a game and I don’t know all the rules yet. But I nod.
Kari tilts her head closer. “You … work for me?”
I have to blink a few times. “Yes. In a manner of speaking.”
“Good,” she says, and smiles again, only this time she bites her lip while she does it. Our bodies aren’t touching, my hands are still in the air. Kari steps even closer.
“I don’t like the deal.” Her voice is soft and low, caressing my face. This close, her skin looks baby soft and smooth. I want to touch it. Kari’s lips almost graze mine as she leans closer. “I want you to think about what you can do for me.”
I move forward then. Completely out of instinct. Not quite sure what I’m about to do, but plenty of things come to mind.
Only she steps back, her eyes burning. She lifts her chin like she’s daring me to touch her. Which is when I realize this whole thing is a game. She’s fucking with me so I’ll help her and get her what she wants.
“You’re good, I’ll give you that.” I turn back, adjusting my cock as I walk back to my desk. There’s a bottle of scotch in my office drawer. I’m going to need a drink after this.
Kari hasn’t moved from the spot where I left her. She’s got a little knowing smirk on her face.
I battle back for a draw. “Ms. Michaels, you gave me some new information today. I will have my assistant look over our original assessment and see if we can come back to you with a second offer.” Kari’s eyes light up, and I speak quickly to tamp down her excitement. “Don’t get your hopes up. I think I know how a court would rule even if you chose to fight it. And then there’s Danny. He wants to fight, just like you do. My legal opinion is that it is best for both of you to curb that instinct and find a solution you can live with and walk away.”
I’m doing everything I can to try to talk baseball and give the impression of the dispassionate lawyer. If it’s working, I can’t tell. Kari’s still smiling like she knows something I don’t.
“Ok then,” she says brightly, gathering up her bag. She makes for the door, bouncing on her heels, and I get a nice parting shot of her ass in that tight skirt.
“Ms. Michaels?”
“Yes?” she asks brightly, turning on her peep toes.
“Next time make an appointment.”
She saunters out without bothering to reply, but a decidedly softer exit than when she arrived.
The second the door closes, I’m out of my chair and pacing the goddamn room like a maniac. What the hell just happened?
I don’t call Leo again because if I do I’m just going to curse him out. Not to mention the fact that calling the old man with this raging hard-on in my pants is absolutely the last thing I want to think about right now.
It’s all rushing me—her skin, her hips in my hands. The hot little dare on her face, knowing I couldn’t do a goddamn thing or risk compromising the case. Shit. Shit!
I walk up to my office door and silently click the lock so I won’t be disturbed again. My fly springs open as I take my cock in hand, pumping a few times as I remember the way Kari’s back arched when I pulled her into me. There’s a glistening drop at the tip as I stroke, and soon my palm is gliding freely up and down the shaft, clicking now as more pre-cum beads up. I think about her in other positions, other places in my office. Bent over my desk, or on the floor, her heels in the air while I pump between her stockinged thighs. Her legs spread wide while I eat her out in my office chair.
I want you to think about what you can do for me.
More. That naughty pin-up girl smile, and the taut creamy legs, opening for me, taking the dick I’m stroking now and that she was eyeing so hungrily less than a half hour ago. Toying with me, playing, right up until I take her up on that offer and show her exactly how I’m going to finish what she started.
When I come it’s like a shot going off in my head and through my cock at the same time. I bite back all sound and try to contain my breathing as it keeps going, going, into the handkerchief I pulled out of my shirt pocket.
As I’m cleaning up a minute or two later, I feel a little bit of hope flair. Jack off a time or two (I don’t lie to myself, it’s going to happen again.) Kari strikes me as a bit of a problem, but I tell myself that if that’s the worst that happens, the case will still be fine. No harm, no foul, and we all go home happy.
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