All In_ Paying to Play(4)

My stomach growls, reminding me that in the rush to get over here I skipped lunch. Instead of sitting around waiting for my bible size stack of copies, I grab my purse and decide to go eat and come back later. Or better yet, just have my dad bring the paperwork to me.

Most of the hallway maze of the office is dark since it's the weekend. I head for the one room that has a light shining out of it. I'm pretty sure it's the copy room since I hear the equipment running and sort of a banging sound. What's my dad's assistant's name? Hanna? Hope? Holly! That's it.

"Hey, Holly?" I call out as I round the doorway and then come to a complete stop. My eyes try to process the sight before me, but it's taking longer than usual. There's this buff, dark-haired man with his back to me, his bare ass completely exposed since his cargo khakis are tugged down his hips. He didn't hear me above the roar of the office equipment, and doesn't seem the least bit concerned that someone could come along and find him fucking a girl face down on the copier while it spouts out pages. Oh, but not just any girl. I'm pretty sure that's Hailey or Holly, whatever her name, getting drilled hard and fast from behind. My opinion of her drops drastically after seeing her screw her boyfriend in my dad's office while she's on the cock. I mean the clock. Dang Freudian slip.

The most disturbing part of the entire ordeal is that I can't look away or force my feet to retreat. The man is a machine! His tight, completely tan ass clinches deliciously with each of his powerful thrusts. Holding her down with a hand on her back, he's so forceful that he's rocking the huge piece of equipment against the wall. Watching him take her so…vigorously is really freaking hot.

How sad is it that in my nine years of being sexually active, I've only been with three men, none of which in this particular position? And none of which this...enthusiastically. Sex with my three ex-boyfriends was always slow and gentle. Also known as boring and completely unsatisfying. I'd lie on my back formulating the next day's to-do list while wishing they'd hurry up and finish already, so we could cuddle and go to sleep. God I'm pathetic. I may need to have a psychiatrist prescribe me some anti-depressants.

"You gonna miss my cock?" the virile man asks, his voice deep and sultry.

"Yes!" the girl underneath him cries out. "God yes!"

Okay, maybe he's in the military and getting ready to ship out. Now I feel bad about my initial judgment. This fine man is about to go overseas to serve our country, and he deserves one last, amazing romp.

Then he leans down to her ear, and says, "I won't tell anyone if you won't."

Maybe not military then. Who the heck knows?

Finally finding the strength to get my feet moving, I sneak out of the doorway and speed walk down the hallway to the elevator. I slam my palm against the down arrow impatiently a few times, like that will make it come any faster. Pressing my thumb and finger to my eyes, I try to force the previously witnessed pornographic movie from my mind without much success.





Chapter Two


Jake Young

I head home after it feels like I just signed my fucking life away. In a way I had, to Satan's goddamn daughter. I shiver again imagining how jacked up this chick is gonna be if she's biologically related to that that evil fucker. As soon as I heard Zack use the moniker Satan for the attorney I laughed and started using it, since it was so perfect. At least I got off one last time. In a way, I'd wanted him to catch me hammering my cock into his shy and sexy assistant on his copy machine. One last screw you motherfucker, but for Holly's sake, I guess it's a good thing he didn't.

I pull up in front of my newly constructed brick ranch house beside a cherry red BMW convertible sitting in the driveway. Great she's early. Ready to get this over with I climb out of my Challenger and make my way over to her vehicle. Satan's spawn has her back to me, pulling something out the backseat of her car. All I can tell is that she has long, jet black hair that flows down her back. The rest of her is hidden behind the open car door. She finally tugs a bag loose and shuts the door before turning around.

Fuck. Me.

The woman is actually...pretty. No, drop dead beautiful is more accurate. With big, innocent golden eyes, her pale skin glows and looks flawless against her dark hair. Wearing an old lady, black knee length skirt and conservative, long-sleeved crimson blouse, she looks like a naughty librarian, one with a helluva hourglass figure that should be flaunted instead of covered.

I can feel the corners of my lips curl up in appreciation at the same time her mouth falls open.

"Turn around," she says when she stops abruptly, five feet away from me.

"What?" I ask in confusion.

"Turn. Around," she repeats through clenched teeth, twirling a finger. Okay so maybe she just wants to see all my goods. I can handle that. As soon as my back is to her I hear her curse under her breath.