Craving The CEO: An Office Romance
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Except I had moments when I believed Brooke was my soul mate and I was a fool for not dating her.
“Do you want some help?” I asked her.
“Not with the packing but you could help me choose,” Brooke said. “I bought some stuff online and I’m not too sure how appropriate they are.” She rose from the bed. “If I can find them that is.” Her bedroom looked a mess but that was expected on moving day.
Boxes stood everywhere but in a true Brooke fashion, they were all labelled with the rooms they were meant to be. I felt excited too, about moving downstairs. I looked forward to living close to Brooke. It wasn’t enough that I saw her at work, it would be nice to see her at home too.
But this was only because she was my best friend. The only woman—no, person who understood me and whom I understood. We were soulmates, Brooke and I.
“Found it!” Brooke said and held up a brown bag. “I’ll go and change in the next room. Promise you’ll give me your honest opinion. I don’t want to look like a fool in front of anyone.”
“You would never look like a fool,” I told her.
She smiled.
Dammit, my heart skipped a beat. Brooke was all sweetness and sugar and every time she dumped a guy, I usually went out to celebrate. She was smart and beautiful but she always picked losers for boyfriends. I wanted her to be happy but I didn’t want her to fall in love with some guy. I’d tried to be mature about it and think to the future. Brooke getting married. Brooke having a family with some guy. I hated the idea. She was my best friend and I wanted us to remain exactly as we were…Unattached.
Wishful thinking.
She was beautiful and sooner or later, some guy would snatch her up. My heart pounded as I mulled over it. I didn’t want to lose Brooke to someone, yet I was frightened of rocking the boat. I’d always had a thing for Brooke. What normal functioning hot-blooded male wouldn’t? Built like a pin up model with curves for days and incredible looking breasts. A body that made me want to do dirty things to her.
I had a problem and had known it for some time. I wanted Brooke. I always had. If it had been just sex, I would have continued as I always had, wanting her from a distance but respecting our friendship.
The problem as I saw it now, had been when I had started fantasizing about other things with her other than sex. Maybe buying a house together had made my fantasies go into overdrive. Whatever the reason, I’d started to see Brook in my future. Living with me. Sharing my bed. And it did not frighten me at all.
I had a decision to make.
“Ready?” Brooke asked from the door.
I sat up and swung my legs to the side of the bed. “I’m ready.”
Brooke sashayed in wearing a pale blue dress that knocked the wind out of me. It clung to her curves but the plunging neckline was what had gotten my mouth to water. I couldn’t take my eyes from the swell of her breasts and her deep cleavage. I imagined how it would feel to run my tongue over her soft skin. Would she moan or cry out or would she stifle her pleasure? I imagined Brooke’s hot body writhing under mine as I pressed my cock between her legs.
“Get your mind out of the gutter Blaze,” Brooke snapped.
A denial sprung to my lips but I swallowed it back. “You look beautiful Brooke.”
“You don’t think it’s too sexy for the wedding?” she asked, looking down at herself.
I cleared my throat. Was it me or had the room suddenly become stifling hot? “No, it’s perfect.”
She grinned. “Thanks Blaze. I’ll try on one more. I think I might have gone overboard with this one.” She giggled. “This trip is bringing out my wild side. I want to be wild for a week. Does that make sense?”
I nodded, unable to speak. If Brooke wanted to be wild, I’d definitely be there to witness it. Then a thought crossed my mind. Just what kind of wildness was she talking about? Did it involve guys, because if it did…?
A few minutes, Brooke’s footsteps sounded and I looked up expectantly towards the door.
When she emerged, I lost all my powers of speech. The only movement came from the lower half of me. My cock ‒ acknowledging never having witnessed such sexiness ‒ pulsed to life.
She wore what was technically a bikini but in reality, was a scrap of cloth barely covering anything. I saw skin everywhere I looked. She had thick mouthwatering hips and I couldn’t help but stare at the swell of her pussy and imagine licking it, tasting it, inhaling it.
I must have groaned out aloud, because Brooke asked me in a concerned voice if I was okay.
I cleared my voice. “I’m good. You look amazing.” I sounded how I felt. Lust filled. Out of my mind desperate to touch, to see if her skin felt as soft as it looked. To plant kisses on her belly. To cup her pussy in my big hand and claim it as mine with my cock.
She entered the room and walked the length as if she were on a catwalk.
I kept ogling her but I didn’t care. The scrap of cloth disappeared somewhere in her ass crack, leaving her ass bare. All the blood left my body and dropped to my cock.
I had never wanted a woman as much as I wanted my best friend in this very moment. I needed a cold shower desperately. Anything to take my mind off her hot body and my crazy fantasies of claiming her. Making her mine. My decision was made.
I had a new mission for Hawaii.
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