And today is the day I stake my claim.
“What can I do for you, Jake?”
Such a loaded question. I have a laundry list. Wanna see, Jenna?
“I pulled some stock reports.” I pick up the papers and hand them to her. “I want you to take a look at them. You’ll need them for the report you prepare for Thomas in research.”
Her eyes pop open wide. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, his analysts confirmed all of your picks. These are the stocks they’re including in the portfolio for the new fund. All because of your recommendations. You’re leading the charge with this one.”
“Really?” Her eyes sparkle. Yes, literally. Like large blue gems. Christ, this woman does something to me…and it’s not like anything I’ve ever felt before.
I’ve been coveting for far too long, and the time has almost come for me to finally take.
“Yes, you did well today.” I never go overboard, but she deserves a bone after her performance this morning - in my lewd fantasy, as well as in that meeting.
She bites her lip. “Did I put Thomas in a bad spot with all of this?”
I snicker. “I hope so. He vetted all of his team’s stocks and missed the boat completely. Maybe they should make you head of Research instead.”
Her plump lips curl upward, lighting up her face. “I know I shouldn’t be happy, but—“
I stare into her eyes then allow my eyes to travel the length of her body, watching her wiggle her feet in her high heeled shoes, like she always does when she’s excited but doesn’t want to appear overly so. “You should. You’ve done great work this summer, and I’m sure it’ll continue.”
“Are we going to take on any new funds in the fall? I’ve seen a lot of good companies we may want to consider for a technology fund.”
“I’ll consider it.” She doesn’t need to know that I’m leaving, not yet. Not until afterward.
I need to get the fuck out of here. I know what I’m capable of doing, and a simple taste just won’t do.
But I’ve deprived myself for too long, and tonight, I’m finally going to sink my teeth into it.
“Okay.” She gathers the papers together and folds her hands. “Is, um, there anything else you need? I reviewed the papers in the folder you left as well, and I have some ideas about those stocks.”
“Later.” I risk from my desk. “I’ll find you when I need you.”
She bites her lower lip, and a nervous expression takes up residence on her perfect features. “That’s fine. Thanks, Jake.” Jenna pulls open the door and disappears into the hallway.
I sit back in my chair and pull out another folder from the pile on my desk, courtesy of my friend Gary in the IT department.
I don’t have the luxury of sitting on my hands any longer.
The time is now.
Chapter Four
JENNA
I walk back to my desk, nibbling on a stray cuticle, careful not to chip my nail polish. He’s giving me a huge opportunity, and I’m a little bit in shock since he makes it glaringly obvious to everyone around him that he detests me. But I call bullshit. He still wants to fuck me, regardless of his unwarranted opinions. And that gives me an edge.
Letting me take the lead on this research project is huge for an analyst, but for an intern? It’s unheard of, and I know it has nothing to do with Daddy. Jake made it pretty damned clear on day one that I’d get no special treatment, and believe me, he’s held on to that pretty tight, making my life over the past few months a living hell. But as always, I have the last laugh because for every night Jake has made me work late on some special project, Sean has been lurking, ready to go at a moment’s notice, whenever the coast is clear.
Sean’s not exactly in my league. Actually, scratch that. He’s playing an entirely different sport, but for the immediate future, I can look past the glasses, dorky jokes, and geeky demeanor. He’s cute, smart, and can fuck like a champ.
Guys around here aren’t exactly brooding heartthrobs with bulging muscles and eyes that can melt off your panties.
Not like Jake.
Speaking of, he’s nowhere in sight. Maybe I can escape for a little while without him harassing me about the stock reports. I definitely don’t want him tailing me right now.
I grab my phone and run-walk out of the open pen of cubicles and head toward the elevator bank. Jesus, it’s so eerily quiet for a Friday afternoon. Most of the analysts and traders are winding down for the weekend. The market closes in a little while, and they’re all making plans to hit the bar for happy hour as soon as the closing bell rings.
I stab the Up button and leap inside once the elevator doors open. The research library will be deserted by now, and nobody will find me in the stacks of legal books. Butterflies swarm in my belly and my pussy tingles with anticipation. I bite my lower lip to keep from yelping. I can’t wait to feel Sean’s hard cock inside of me tonight, but we’re still hours away from that. This will take the edge off, and I’ll be primed and ready for action as soon as I jump into his BMW later.
The elevator stops on the third floor and I step into the library as the doors open. Nobody will look for me here. Hell, most of the lawyers avoid this place like the plague, anyway. The books in here are so dusty; the maintenance people obviously don’t visit too often, either. I creep up the stairs to the second floor and tiptoe toward a darkened area behind the overflowing bookshelves. Yep, totally secluded. I pull out my phone and dial Sean’s number.
“Ready?” I ask when he answers.
“Yes, so fucking ready I’m about to explode.” His voice is muffled. He must be hiding out somewhere in the building. I’d have suggested he meet me up here, but after Jake caught us huddled in the copy room last time, it’s just safer to split up.
I let out a sensual sigh. “Oh Sean, I’m so lonely here in the library, all by myself in the dark. I wish you were here with me, touching me and making me feel so good.”
“Oh yeah, baby, I wish I was there so I could feel how wet you are for me. Tell me about it.” His voice cuts out a bit and I can hear him fumbling with something. Yeah, he’s ready.
I lean back against the bookcase and slide my hand under my skirt. I move my panties to the side and flick my clit a few times. “I’m rubbing my hand over my pussy right now. I’m already wet, dripping for you.”
“Mmm, my cock is so hard right now. I wish you were here rubbing it. I’m gonna fuck you so hard later. I’m gonna fill you up with my hot cum. You like that, don’t you? You’re such a bad girl.”
My pussy clamps around the three fingers I’m using to fuck myself. I let out a moan as my thumb rubs against my clit, making my body tremble. God, I wish I had my vibrator with me. Chubby G knows exactly what I like, and he always gives it to me. My fingers work well, but they’re not anywhere near as good as the alternative.
“Tell me what you’re doing, Jenna,” he hisses, his breath hitching. “I need to hear it.”
I can barely breathe. My fingers keep working my throbbing pussy, and I want so badly to cry out. I clamp down on my lower lip and unbutton my blouse with my free hand. I reach into my bra, kneading my breast and pinching the already-hard nipple. “Sean,” I whisper, thrusting my hips forward against my hand, faster and faster as the come flows over my fingers. “I’m fucking myself so deep, pretending my fingers are your dick. Oh, God, I want you so badly,” I whimper. “I’m yours tonight. I want your dick in my pussy and in my ass. Oh my God! I’m gonna fucking come!”
My eyes squeeze shut as my body quivers against the stacks. A few books slide onto the floor, but I barely notice. I’m way too busy dancing over rainbows while on the back of my unicorn.
“I’m gonna be such a dirty girl for you tonight,” I whisper, my chest heaving. I crumble to the floor and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’d better be ready for me, Jake.”
The panting stops and my eyes pop open wide. Holy shit…did I just—oh, Christ, no I didn’t!
“Jake?”
Ugh! Yes, I did! What in the hell is wrong with me? I smack a hand to my forehead and force out a tiny giggle. “I’m so sorry, Sean. I didn’t mean anything by that. I think I’m just nervous he’s going to hunt me down and force me to stay late again doing some stupid report for him.”
“Oh.” Silence. Definitely not golden in this situation.
“Babe, seriously. It’s nothing. I promise.” I shake my fist in the air. Goddamn that asshole for getting into my head! It must’ve been the tiny sliver of humanity he displayed a little while ago. It obviously really messed with me, making me think he may not be such a massive tool after all.
“Okay.” He sounds pissed. I can’t blame him.
“Sean, I’ve got to go. I don’t want anyone to find me up here.” My eyes dart around in the darkness.
“Fine. I’ll see you later.” Click.
Dammit. I need to do some serious damage control. I can’t believe I did that.
I tug a strand of my hair. Shoot. I can’t believe I actually meant it, too.
Chapter Five
JAKE
She said my name.
She said my name. I fucking heard it tumble out of that dirty mouth, loud and clear. And judging by the damned clumsy backpedaling she just did, her little boy toy Sean caught it, too.
Didn’t seem like he was too happy about the slip of her tongue, either.
I, on the other hand, am rock fucking hard and about to explode from said slip.
I’d suspected she’d be up to no good when I tailed her up here, but I had no idea what surprises she’d have in store for a voyeuristic fuck like me.
The moaning only got louder as I crept closer and saw her writhing against that bookshelf, playing with her pussy, driving herself crazy in the process. I always knew she was a fucking whore. I thought she could be like all the others. She could just be faceless with a slamming body I could use for my own gratification.
Bobby wanted me to give her a hard time. I readily seconded that motion, except our plans varied slightly. His were more professional in nature, and mine were everything but.
She runs rings around the others, exuding confidence and an overdose of sex appeal. The way she moves, the tight clothes she pours her sinful body into, the way she looks at me…yeah, I’ve caught those looks. They usually come right before I pummel her with piles of paperwork. Then the looks turn into fire blazing death glares. She doesn’t know I do it on purpose because if she stared at me for a second too long from under those long eyelashes, I’ll bend her over the side of my couch and fuck her in the ass, just like she wants.
I know she sneaks around with Sean. I know she’s fucked him everywhere in this office. As an intern and the daughter of Bobby Minton, you’d think she’d be a little more careful about what she sends via company email. I know all about her plans for tonight, thanks to my pals in the IT department. I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything except the fantasies looping through my mind – Jenna spread eagle on my desk, Jenna riding me on the couch, Jenna sucking my hard cock…
But it’s Sean, her dipshit-slash-friend-with-benefits, not me, who gets to enjoy all of that. Tonight.
How he got her naked in the first place is beyond me. Girls like her don’t screw guys like him. Guys like him spend their lonely nights playing Madden NFL and Mario Kart on their Xbox One, not plugging the homecoming queen.
There is no reason for me to be up here right now; I have a staff to handle research. But I had to find out where she was going…and what she was going to do once she got there. I never expected to see this, and it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to rush at her and plunge my hard cock into her tight little pussy, even though I’d lose my job. And knowing Bobby, he’d make sure I lose a hell of a lot more than that.
Filming her finger fuck that sweet pussy was so wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. Not that I’d ever show it to anyone, unless the need arose, but fuck. She’s gorgeous and seeing her make herself come…I can watch that face over and over and over.
I click off the video and creep down toward the exit. My goal is to get the hell out of here before her eyes flutter open. I can still hear her breathless giggles and my throat constricts. What kind of a sick fuck am I, anyway? I rake a hand through my hair. I do know that she has luscious tits and an ass I want to bite and then pound until she screams my name. Screw Sean. He’s not enough of a man for Jenna. No, she needs someone else, someone older, someone like me. Forget that she’s my intern, forget that she’s my boss’s daughter. I want that golden pussy wrapped tight around my cock.
Jesus Christ, I need a drink.
And oh yeah, maybe I should do something about the damn log in my pants first.
I duck into the men’s room outside of the library. I glance down at the fabric stretched against my cock. No way would I be able to make it back to my office. Dead cats, hair in my food, an IV needle shoved into my hand…
I let out a sigh as my dick goes limp after these images loop through my mind. The IV needle always works. I may be a grown man, but I’m a complete pussy when it comes to needles. I adjust myself and splash some cold water on my face to finish the job.
Jenna walks around like a little fucking tease, flashing her tight skirts and low-cut shirts that put her large tits on display for all the men in this place. Not that I mind the view, and I know just about every guy here shares that opinion. She loves the attention. It’s clear as fucking day. And all the guys want her. They fucking drool all over themselves every time she passes, swinging her hips and driving them mad. They’re a bunch of pigs, and if Bobby wasn’t her father, this place would be gang-bang central. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if Janet in Accounting wanted a piece of that ass, too.
But I never once let her think she did anything but irritate me. Bobby had made it clear I was supposed to be a hard ass. He didn’t want me showing her any special attention, so I guess feasting on her pussy wasn’t something he’d had in mind when he approached me about hiring Jenna in the first place. “She needs to learn how it is to work in the real world. I want her to understand the value of a dollar and how hard she has to work in order to provide for herself.”
She’s the reason why my plans changed.
I could have just left. Could have taken all of my investors with me, leaving Bobby sitting in his plush corner office with his thumb up his ass, wondering how his protégé could have destroyed him and his firm so ruthlessly after all he’d done for me. He’d never suspect I knew anything about his underhanded plot to strip me of my accounts and hand them over to Jonas on a silver platter in an attempt to bury me because he’s nervous about the power I have over his livelihood. He’d never consider that I have no regard for people on the take, people like Jonas who don’t lift a finger to change their circumstances and only hold their hands out; and most of all, he’d never believe that when you try to fuck me, literally or figuratively, your ass is going to get incinerated.
I don’t need money. I never did. That’s one of the reasons why my Uncle Brock was so anxious to take me in after my parents died. He knew about their life insurance policies, about the millions they’d made on their businesses, about my trust. He figured he’d take me and dip his greedy hands into that pot of loot.
But that’s not how things worked out. All of the money was locked up, and he got pennies to sustain me until I came into everything at the age of eighteen.
So he took out his rage on my young body and made sure he stripped me of everything I had to give – money or otherwise.
It was hell of the most vicious and fiery kind, an insufferable one I’d endured for years and years…until that night, his last drunken attempt to punish me for something over which I had absolutely zero control.
I vowed during those final moments I’d never give anyone control over me again. I was passed from foster home to foster home by willing people who’d been blinded by the dollar signs that would become more than a mirage once I turned eighteen. They thought they
could ingratiate themselves with me and reap the rewards, dumbasses that they were. I saw through them all, and they came to realize I was not the giving kind, that too much had been taken from me, and that I had nothing left to offer.
When I finally aged out of the system, I had a choice – thrive or crumble. As shattered as I was, I finally had the freedom to be the one in control of my life. So, I took it whenever an opportunity presented itself. I fucked women to silence the demons who said I wasn’t worthy of affection; I fucked over colleagues to show the demons I was smarter and more powerful than they were.
Jenna gave me the chance to do both. I could kill two birds with one stone – I’d fuck her senseless and screw her father in the process. I’d already taken more than he knew, and Jenna was just the icing on the cake.
It was a perfect plan that would shatter him. Crushing his company and his legacy wasn’t enough. I had to go the extra mile and cripple his lifeline to the future.
But, there is a problem. She’s gotten under my skin, and festers there like an infection that refuses to be cured. She’s the forbidden fruit I have to taste, the addictive drug my body craves, the crazed obsession that can’t be quelled.
Ever since she’d started as part of my team, I used her to further my own plans against her father. Pure poetic justice. She helped me poach investors for my new firm, and the beauty of it? She had no clue about my plans to cripple her dad’s company.
But for as smart as I think she is, she’s pretty fucking stupid. All she seems to care about is texting, emailing pussy pics to her friend Sean, and messing around in every corner of this place.
I think it’s time she learns how to be a proper intern. A smile tugs at my lips. I’m so close to blowing out of here. I’m going to make sure I go out with a bang.
Maybe more than just one.
Chapter Six
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