Chapter 12

Hunter

Honestly, I was surprised she'd come back today after what happened between us yesterday.

From the moment she walked into my office this afternoon, I wanted to leap across my desk, grab her hair in my fist, and kiss her lips until they were swollen and bruised. To make matters worse, I suspected she wanted that too.

I wasn't certain of it, but I had a hunch.

From the way she leaned in towards me, the subtle glances down to my lips, to the way her lips parted as she spoke to me, every inch of her body was telling me that yesterday wasn't just a one-time fling, that there was something more between us.

The sounds she made as she came for me yesterday had been playing on repeat in my mind ever since I left her apartment last night. The tight vice of her pussy around my cock had been more than I could bear to think about by the time I'd gotten home, and I'd stroked my cock in the shower just imagining fucking her, over and over, until my seed swirled down the shower drain.

It was a shame it wasn't deep inside her.

Down her throat.

Deep inside her pussy.

Or even in that tight little asshole that had peeked out at me between her perfectly round cheeks.

Fuck me. My dick hardened to steel in my pants. My balls ached, far too full already after being emptied twice in the last twenty-four hours. Taking a deep breath, I tried to collect myself and maintain my professional fa?ade, but it was becoming increasingly harder the longer the two of us were in the same room.

She was good at her job, that much was clear. Despite my inability to keep my thoughts on track, she had outlined a clear strategy moving forward to minimize the fallout from my uncle's criminal activities and to focus on both my charitable contributions as well as tech innovations in my company.

Then she'd licked her lips, and all thoughts of my PR campaign went right out the window.

That pretty little mouth should be wrapped around my cock.

I shook my head, trying to stay focused, but my dick was so hard that it hurt.

I wanted nothing more than to sink right back into her, but I didn't want to fuck this up. Not when she was willing to work with me despite the rumors surrounding my family name and what had happened between us yesterday. There wasn't anyone else that was willing to. Elaine had made that crystal clear, and I couldn't fuck this up.

I'd had her once.

It would have to be enough, but even as I told myself that I couldn't have her again, my dick wholeheartedly disagreed.

Having her once would never be enough, and I knew it.

Morgan Davis wasn't a one-time kind of thing.

She was a rest of your life kind of woman.

I cleared my throat, and her fingers brushed against mine, the contact enough to send a jolt of desire straight down to my cock.

I didn't know how I managed to not yank her up out of her seat, pin her against the wall, and make her come on my cock until she passed out.

Sheer force of will, maybe.

It was fucking torture.

I knew what her sweet lips tasted like. I knew what those pretty lips felt like wrapped around my cock. I knew how tight that sweet little pussy was as I sunk into her.

Fuck me.

As the day wore on and the office began to empty, it was just Morgan and I left, working diligently on the trajectory of her campaign. The sun had begun its descent to the west, casting long shadows across the room, and making her appear even more beautiful in the warm lighting.

I found myself stealing glances at her, each time with a growing sense of restraint. I wanted to reach out, to pull her into another kiss, and fuck her senseless simply because I could.

But I held back because I had to.

At one point, she set her phone down on the edge of the desk, and we both glanced at it. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, imagining the feeling of her pussy clenching around my cock, and I let it out in a rush.

"Don't forget your phone this time," I said, trying to keep my tone light, despite the heat that underlaid my words.

She looked at the phone and then back at me, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Right, I wouldn't want to give you any reason to think I'm forgetful," she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of humor and something else I couldn't quite place.

What was she thinking?

The moment stretched on, each of us seemingly waiting for the other to make a move, to open the door for something more to happen. But neither of us did.

What I wouldn't give to be able to read her mind…

A bit reluctantly, we turned back to our work and continued to list potential scientists to invite for the conference. At a little after six, I ordered Chinese take-out, which forced us to take a break.

As we waited for the food, I found myself wanting to know more about her. Despite my efforts to keep our interactions strictly professional, my curiosity about her was growing. I casually leaned back in my chair, trying to appear nonchalant while also wanting to rip her clothes off and fuck her right there over my desk.

"So, Morgan," I started, picking up a pen and spinning it between my fingers. "I realized I don't know much about your background. Where did you go to college?"

She looked up from her laptop, seeming a bit surprised by the personal nature of the question. "I went to the University of Washington," she answered, a hint of pride in her voice. "Studied communications and business."

"UW, that's impressive," I said, genuinely interested. "And how did you end up starting your own PR firm?"

Morgan leaned back too, her guard lowering slightly as she spoke about her journey. "It wasn't easy. I worked a few corporate jobs after graduation, but I always wanted to do my own thing, to have a direct impact. So, I took a leap of faith and started my company."

"Is that so?" I replied, unable to keep myself from watching her lips far too closely to be considered professional anymore.

Her eyes sparkled with a mix of determination and nostalgia. "It's been a rollercoaster, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

I couldn't help but admire her more. Starting a business from scratch required guts and resilience.

"That takes a lot of courage," I said sincerely. "I respect that."

She smiled, and for a moment, the room felt less like a workspace and more like a place where two people were simply getting to know each other.

Honestly, I was just playing myself that this could be anything more than a working relationship, that the two of us might have a normal future like everyone else.

Eventually, after we'd eaten dinner and finished our tasks for the day, I cleared my throat, noting that it was well after eight.

With a start like she hadn't realized the time, she stood up, gathering her things but leaving the phone where it was. I glanced at it, and so did she, but neither of us said anything about it.

Interesting…

"I guess that's it for today," she said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying a hint of reluctance, like she didn't want to leave, and I cocked my head.

"Yeah, good work today," I responded, trying to sound casual. Inside, I was wrestling with a desire to say more, to grab her and kiss her, but I held back.

We walked to the office door together, each step feeling heavier than the last.

"Goodnight, Hunter," she said, pausing at the door.

"Goodnight, Morgan," I replied, holding her gaze for a moment longer than necessary.

As she left, the air in the room felt colder, emptier. I turned back to the desk and saw her phone still lying there. A part of me wanted to run after her, to drag her back in here by the hair so I could show her what a little slut like her truly needed from a man like me.

But I didn't.

I didn't have to.