Mr. Buff

by Angel, April

  Contents

  ~ Look for these titles from April Angel ~

  Copyright Warning

  ~ Dedication ~

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  ~ About the Author ~

  ~ Coming Soon ~

  ~ More Erotic Romance from Etopia Press ~

  ~ Look for these titles from April Angel ~

  Coming Soon:

  Party Crasher

  Stranded Temptation

  Mr. Buff

  April Angel

  Copyright Warning

  EBooks are not transferable. They cannot be sold, shared, or given away. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is a crime punishable by law. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded to or downloaded from file sharing sites, or distributed in any other way via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000 (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/).

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are fictitious or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Published By

  Etopia Press

  1643 Warwick Ave., #124

  Warwick, RI 02889

  http://www.etopia-press.net

  Mr. Buff

  Copyright © 2012 by April Angel

  ISBN: 978-1-937976-75-0

  Edited by Melinda Fulton

  Cover by Mina Carter

  All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  First Etopia Press electronic publication: October 2012

  ~ Dedication ~

  For my girls, Jewel and Yoli. This one’s for you, freaky ladies! Enjoy Mr. Dominant.

  Heidi H.—thank you for everything! And Melinda—I couldn’t do this without such a great editor!

  Chapter One

  “So? What’s he doing? Come on, come on. Stop holding out already.” The soft, feminine voice on the other end of the line whined like a child.

  Alexandra rolled her eyes and tried not to smile. Why in the world had she decided to tell Nina about Mr. Buff? Every morning, like clockwork, she’d get a call from her best friend and cousin requesting updates. Wound up and ready to pant, she looked into the office right across the street.

  The large, sparkling glass windows on both buildings allowed her to view the man walking around. She drank in the sight of the large, buff body, hence the name Mr. Buff. The man definitely took his workouts to heart.

  “Alex! What’s Mr. Buff doing now, chica? Tell me please, please, pretty pleeease?” Her fiery cousin, Nina, was a pain in the neck when she thought she was missing out on something good—especially information about one sexy, half-naked man, a man currently running long fingers through his impeccably cut hair.

  Alex watched a few locks fall across his forehead. “Not much. He’s about to put his shirt on.”

  “Crap. Listen, I have to go, but you have to record this stuff on your phone and e-mail it to me. Stop being so selfish and share. You know I don’t have a man right now. I can use all the visual stimulation I can get.”

  She hung up on her cousin’s laughter and continued watching the top contestant to fulfill all her fantasies dress. Under an idyllic trance, she visualized the rest of him when he was in the shower. Excitement hurled through her at the thought of getting a peek at Mr. Buff in the wet room. A streak of unbidden desire whisked through her veins and raced down to her cunt.

  Her brain, better than any digital calendar, had recorded his schedule down to the minute. Each morning, he walked into his office wearing his workout gear. In running shorts and tank top, his body glistened with perspiration. Every time she got a glimpse of all that sweat-covered brawn, her nipples pebbled.

  In wide-eyed enthrallment, she watched him head into the bathroom attached to his office to shower. Every single day it was the same. He walked out in his suit pants but never the shirt. She wondered if he had some kind of conspiracy against her hormones. The display of contracting muscle made her breath hitch.

  His powerful back and amazing, tight ass were sending out Morse code signals, beguiling and inciting her interest.

  His white, tailored dress shirt cut the visual feast short. She had to bite back the urge to scream. Not that he would hear her, but her coworkers sure would.

  Why not just go over there and ask the man out? Typically, she would have done that already. Found out his name, instead of just calling the poor, sexy, strapping creature Mr. Buff, at the very least. “Go after what you want” was her motto in every aspect of her life; she was a self-assured woman. Until recently, she didn’t lack self-confidence. Thanks to her ex, her confidence had taken a whipping some months back.

  Jerk-off Jack had been cheating, and the confrontation that followed was not pretty. Questions that had never existed before rose with his words: “You’re a control freak, Alexandra. No man wants a woman telling him what to do in the sack. Sometimes I want to be the one leading. You’re too aggressive. You’re a good fuck, but not someone I could ever be with long term. I even wonder if you’re faking it at times.” Oh yeah, Jerk-off Jack had definitely let loose.

  Would she be able to find a man who would want her, deal with her for who she was and not try to change her? At thirty-three she was tired of the dating scene. Was it so wrong that she wanted to meet someone and maybe settle down?

  Alexandria refocused her mind, her vision still glued to Mr. Buff. Oh shit. He was watching her. Heat crawled across her skin and settled over her cheeks. Embarrassed, she gave him the usual small smile and microsecond wave.

  His wicked grin turned the man from handsome to outright gorgeous when he waved back. Balling and holding papers in a death grip, she dropped her gaze. All she needed was for the man to think she had some kind of sick fetish for watching him.

  * * *

  An unexpected meeting had run late. Appeased by the quiet, she was sure the floor was empty as she walked back to her office. The soft rustle of her skirt was the only noise she heard. She needed to send some emails and update files before she went home.

  She was worn out, but wanted to take care of these tasks while they were fresh in her head; tomorrow she had other things to do. Darkness enveloped Mr. Buff’s office, and a small tug of gloom pulled at her. Foolishly, not having seen him all afternoon, she missed the sexy giant.

  Peaceful and silent, the starlit sky summoned her. She headed to the large glass window to stare out at the night for a few moments. Irritation flared at a bothersome tear in her pantyhose. Whoever created hose was surely into cruel and unusual punishment. Without a second’s hesitation, she lifted her pencil skirt, turned her back to the glass, and attempted to pull down the stretchy nylon.

  Toeing off the high heels, she twisted a foot. Her nails became caught on the material, and she tripped and lost her balance. The room spun, and she careened backward. Plastered all over the glass, her bikini-clad ass was on display.

  She pulled and huffed in frustration. Angry, ag
gravated, and exhausted, she soon lost her composure. She pinched her own skin and growled when she tugged.

  She finally was able to rip off the torn hose. Exasperated, she fixed her skirt and straightened. Stupid material—no way she was wearing a pair again. She was going back to thigh highs. Making a face that matched her disdain, she balled the hose and hurled them at the trash. She peered into the darkened office across the street and gave thanks no one had witnessed her embarrassing moment. Out of breath, she sat down to work and placed the annoying experience in the back of her mind.

  Chapter Two

  “What do you want, Leslie?”

  Andrew gritted his teeth. He listened to the woman on the other end of the line complain about his lack of interest in returning her calls. For fuck’s sake, when would she get the picture? He’d stopped calling, didn’t answer her messages, and had stated in his nicest possible tone, “I don’t think this is going to work out,” but she still continued to reach out to him.

  “I already told you; it’s over. I’m not interested in going to the opera or any other function with you. No. That’s it. Stop calling. I won’t change my mind.”

  Screw being nice, with the press of a button he cut her off midsentence. Biting back a curse to keep from offending the elderly lady walking beside him, he made his way to the twenty-four-hour gym at the base of his building.

  Under normal circumstances, no one would dare call him this early. Everyone knew he was intense and took his workouts seriously. It was the only way he had to deal with the amount of stress he was thrown each day. Not Leslie. Cool and distant at every call, he couldn’t figure why she kept trying. Being a pampered heiress, she was used to getting whatever she wanted, but this time she was shit out of luck. Bitchy models and needy daddy’s girls exhausted him. A woman who knew her own mind, that’s what he wanted.

  After a grueling session of weights, cardio, and boxing at the gym, Andrew walked into his office as he did every morning, ready for coffee and a cold shower. His eyes strayed to gaze at the office across the alley for his daily temptation, only to find she wasn’t there.

  When he’d first seen Alexandra, or Alex, as everyone called her, he’d been run over by instant lust. To call a woman so feminine by a man’s name seemed wrong. In his mind, she was always Alexandra. Her beauty only inflamed his infatuation. With hair that hung in thick, jet-black, glossy waves past her shoulders enhancing her sexy golden skin, she was gorgeous. The aura of self-assurance surrounding her fascinated him.

  Dropping his gym bag on the ground, he walked over to his laptop to take a quick glance at his email. He had mistakenly left his webcam recording. Fast-forwarding through the media file, he stopped and played it at regular speed when he saw the image of Alexandra Berte fill his screen. He lowered his face for a closer view. His breath caught when the woman walked toward the large glass window in her office.

  Bent at the waist, she hoisted her skirt up, her face creased in disgust. Excitement rushed through him when he took in her half-naked lower body. He knew that even over her clothing she was a sexy little package, but shit, this was his own private strip show. Fuck, the woman had perfect legs.

  Slack-jawed, he watched her struggle to remove the sheer material of her nylons. In the process, she exposed every sensual curve for his viewing pleasure. He continued watching her limp and wiggle. He gulped, and her sexy, round ass jiggled in her panties…her teeny, tiny panties.

  Chest heaving and almost falling out of her purple top, she bent forward some more, giving him a clear bird’s-eye view of her creamy breasts. Caught on something, she tumbled backward. Her body turned until her mouthwatering ass kissed the glass, leaving an imprint of two perfect globes. Face red with frustration, she tried to stand without falling over.

  His throat was dry, and his hands were in fists. He wanted to reach out and help her balance. At long last, she got the offensive material off. Tossing the torn nylons on the floor, she stomped on them. He chuckled at the glare she threw the fabric as she threw it in the trash.

  She turned her still-pink face and flashing eyes to glance at his office. Oblivious to his webcam recording, she sat down, fixed her drooping ponytail, and went to work. He fast-forwarded until he saw her stand, grab her bag, and walk out.

  Still dazed and with his heart racing, he went to clean himself up. One of the perks of his position was a large, private bathroom with shower included. Replaying the scene he’d just watched, he looped the part where her ass and breasts jiggled for him.

  Stripped of his sweaty workout gear, he threw the clothing in the laundry pile, walked into the tiled cubicle, and shut the glass door behind him. Erection throbbing, he soaped his body.

  He fisted his dick in a chokehold and thought of sexy Alexandra. Looking for some relief over the lust that surged at thoughts of her, he squeezed, groaning. Images of her sexy mouth, luscious tight nipples, and legs spread open for him to fuck, took over his mind. Eyes closed, he fisted tight and grunted. He thrust his full length into his hand. He pictured her sucking him deep in her mouth.

  In the best erotic scene he had ever conjured, she pinched at her taut nipples, blew him, and whimpered in the back of her throat. Her skin was flushed with arousal, and he pictured her growing bolder. She’d pull him out and suck him in, her cheeks hollowed to a suction grip on his dick. In his mind, she ran her tongue on the underside of his cock and his balls drew tight. He worked himself faster in his fist. She opened her throat and took him so far he was unable to see any of himself outside her lips. Inside his head, he fisted her hair and thrust into her lips. The imagined Alexandra hummed in approval at his aggression. He groaned and intensified the pumping of his hand.

  “Fuck!”

  The tingle of his climax approached in record time. He formed images of her hand jerking him at the same time she blew him. Tension coiled in his gut, and he watched her suck him deep and swallow when he came in her mouth. His movements became short and jerky, and he groaned and shot his semen all over the tiled wall. He leaned against the cool surface and panted.

  Her image alone had given him one of the most intense orgasms of his life. His mind wondered what it would be like finally to have one with her. His shallow pants and the low tinkle of the spray were the only sounds in the bathroom. A renewed sense of control filled him while he cleaned himself and the wall. If only it had been her soft body he’d been able to come inside of. He dressed and got to work.

  Chapter Three

  “Alex?”

  Lifting her eyes from the blurred figures, she blinked to find Nina stepping through her door and heading straight toward her window. She looked out with the avid attention of a bird of prey hunting for meaty quarry. But Mr. Buff had left for the day, so there was nothing for her to see.

  “Sorry, you missed him. He left a while ago, and I don’t think he’s coming back.”

  She finished assembling the employee payroll accounts she had been working on and placed them in a drawer. Alex locked the drawer and then shut off her computer. She grabbed her small bag and she stood.

  “Oh, did I tell you there’s this new place we have to try?” Nina bombarded her with excitement as she went through the reasons why the new lounge would be fun.

  “I don’t know, Nina. I’m not in the mood today.” She sighed. The drive to go out after work was gone. She wanted to go home and mope. Life sucked, men sucked…well, not all men. Mr. Buff seemed to be staring into her office much more often. Every time she looked up from her work, he would be watching her. The two were smiling and waving more than they had ever done before. Or was it just her imagination in overdrive, creating something out of nothing?

  “No. No me vengas con mierda. Don’t give me no shit. You know Friday night is our time to relax and unwind. We’re going to this lounge for a little bit. I hear it’s great; my neighbor Jen said it has these super comfy sofas in these dark cubicle areas so you can have privacy. I am dying to see it! And you are not backing out.” Nina turned her smile loos
e.” Come on, Alex baby.”

  “All right, all right. I’m coming.” She joined Nina at the window to stare out at the evening sky.

  Nina gave a quick shake of her head. “We’re going to get you someone good, you’ll see. Don’t worry, I’m on the case. I’m going to go through all the clients I know who are nice. Before you know it, you’re going to be barefoot and pregnant in somebody’s kitchen.”

  Alex smacked her in the arm while they walked toward the office door. “I’m not looking to be barefoot and pregnant, you nut. I just want to meet a guy I can feel comfortable with for longer than the blink of eye. For a relationship that’s more than a booty call.”

  She threw a glance over her shoulder at Mr. Buff’s dark office, sighed, and walked out the door.

  * * *

  Come Again was packed. Most of the patrons consisted of middle-aged executives and hot twenty-one-year-olds looking to hook up.

  Nina was taken away by a group of friends, leaving Alex alone for the moment.

  Alex took a seat by the bar. She didn’t order her usual apple martini but instead went straight for the painkiller, Hennessey on the rocks.

  She downed the drink in a few gulps. She asked for a refill and turned in her seat to people watch. The liquor went down smoothly; a sense of warmth enveloped her. She looked at the glass. That was some authentic good stuff. Tension slowly drained away.