She just has that “I can take a big dick in my mouth” look. I’m a motherfucking expert at recognizing that look.

  I stand with my crotch at face level with her in her seat. We “Cheers,” drink, and I catch her staring. I don’t react.

  “Do you know why I called you in here?”

  “I don’t,” she murmurs and clears her throat.

  I lean down, slightly, and bring my eyes to her.

  “Take off your glasses.”

  “What?”

  “I said, take them off.”

  Chapter Two

  Jack

  She removes her glasses and holds them in her hand.

  “What are you doing, Mr. Huston?”

  I stare into her pretty, little, brown eyes. Her tits are so plump and so perky. God made her lips for sucking cock, and those tits were made for me to suck on and fuck. I’m going to fit her mouth, her tits, and her cunt to my cock. She just doesn’t realize it yet.

  “Stacy, you’ve vexed me ever since I brought you on as the intern six months ago. You come in earlier than everyone else, and you do brilliant work. You haven’t turned down a single assignment. And we’re not even paying you.”

  “I like working for you,” she mutters, still looking down.

  I take a few steps away from her and lean back on my desk. I sip my whisky and shake my head. She’s brilliant, but she’s got shit confidence. What a fucking world. If she wanted to, she could probably start her own company and she’d crush it.

  She gets everything done early, and she still has time to auction off her virginity on her work computer. What a sneaky little thing. I wonder what other ideas she has up in that head of hers.

  “Stand up,” I command. “Leave the eyeglasses on the seat.”

  She does as she’s told. I can see her body shaking.

  “Your eyes are gorgeous, did you know that?”

  “They’re fine, I guess,” she mutters.

  “You just said they’re fine?”

  She shrugs. “I don’t really like them. I wish I had blue ones. Like yours.”

  She flashes a daring glance at me, then looks right back down at the floor.

  “That’s what you think of yourself? You wish you were like someone else?”

  She nods and takes another sip of her drink. I finish all of mine and slam it on the desk.

  She flinches at the noise. I’m not drunk. I’m pissed, though.

  “I’m going to show you what I think of you. Come here and stand facing the desk. Palms on the desk.”

  She hurries over and assumes the position quickly, then looks down at the desk. “Like this?” she asks.

  I smile. “You’re a fucking enigma, you know that?”

  “Why?”

  “Let’s see. Where do I start?” I walk up to her and run my hand along the nape of her neck, down her spine, to the small of her back. I leave it there.

  “You have the most gorgeous body of anyone in my entire company, yet you hide it under the baggiest pants and shirts I’ve ever seen a woman wear in this office. Why would you do a thing like that? Why wouldn’t you strut those gorgeous tits around like a normal girl would?”

  “I don’t like attention,” she whispers. “I just want to work.”

  “And not have to deal with shitbags like Bob.”

  She nods. “Yes.”

  I watch her eyes as they wander away from my desk and to the window overlooking the other skyscrapers in the city. I rub her back a little.

  “Do you like it when my hand is on your back like this?”

  “Yes,” she moans without hesitation.

  “Do you know how I know you like it?”

  She shakes her head no.

  “For such a smart girl, you made a big mistake.”

  “Mistake? What mistake?”

  “April,” I growl. “You are not allowed to work on your auction profile during company time.”

  Her jaw drops. Her breaths get heavy. There are butterflies practically emanating from her body.

  “You may not write your fantasies about your boss while you’re here.”

  She wonders if I’ll cross the line. She wonders if I’ve got the balls to do it.

  I smile and think to myself.

  Running my hand through her hair, I cradle her head and tickle her neck. She squirms, letting out a breath of desire.

  “Your hair was up in a ponytail when you came in this morning. Now it’s down. Why? Don’t lie.”

  “Because I was coming to see you,” she whispers. “I changed it before I came into your office.”

  “You like looking pretty for me, don’t you.”

  “Yes.”

  “Just for me?”

  “Yes.”

  I grab a fistful of her hair and yank it. I pull hard enough to let her know I could do some damage if I want to. She whimpers.

  “You hide this beautiful ass, these luscious tits, and those gorgeous fucking eyes from the world because those men aren’t worthy, are they.”

  “No, they aren’t,” she agrees.

  I inhale. She smells like cherries and sex.

  I scrunch my brow. Sex?

  Why would she smell like she had sex already?

  She’s not sneaking off to fuck in the morning, obviously. Unless...

  “Who is worthy of your pussy? Tell me.”

  “Oh God. You are, Mr. Huston.”

  “You’re soaking wet at the thought of my cock, aren’t you.”

  “Mm hmm,” she moans.

  I stand behind her. She grinds her ass into me, and I press my cock into her through the thin cloth of her pants. Her ass feels even better than I thought it would.

  “Oh God, you’re hard,” she mumbles.

  “What’s the matter?” I smirk. “Never felt a man’s cock before?”

  “No. I’ve only ever been with women before.”

  My jaw drops. “You’ve never been with a man? Not once?”

  “I mean it’s a virginity auction. Get it. Virginity? So I’d have to be a virgin, wouldn’t I?”

  “I’m not the kind of man who believes everything I read,” I growl. “Tell me, truthfully. You’ve never had sex?”

  “I had an ex freshman year of college, but we never got past making out.”

  “You never made it past a make-out with him?”

  A hint of wry devilishness tugs at her slight smile. “She was a girl.”

  “Oh. I see.”

  “Being honest, I’ve never been turned on by a man. Until you.”

  “You’ve never felt a man’s cock inside you before?”

  “I’ve never even seen a cock before except in porn.”

  Holy fucking shit.

  I unbutton the top of her baggy dress pants. I run my hand down her stomach, into her panties, and feel the flesh of her clit.

  She’s wet.

  And not just “quick dip in the pool” wet.

  She’s Niagara fucking Falls. I run my finger gently along her clit, causing her to moan.

  So she’s been with girls her whole life. Apparently she only gets wet for big billionaire cock.

  Lucky for me, that’s what I’ve got to offer.

  “You want my cock though, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Boss.” She puts her hand on top of mine and pushes my fingers into her. I oblige, hooking my two fingers inside her and finding her g-spot.

  Fuck am I turned on right now. She’s had fingers in her pussy before, but I’m the first long, rough, man hands to grace her g-spot.

  “Oh God, Mr. Huston. Dear God.” She fucks my fingers like a wild animal, like she’s been starved for days and an orgasm is the food she craves. She’s a diamond in the rough, a beauty with no clue what she’s capable of. I reach under her shirt, slide it up her stomach and squeeze her breast. She cries out, and I wonder if Pam can hear us. Probably, and I don’t give a fuck.

  “Are you going to be a good little girl and come for your boss?”

  She nods.

  “I can’t hear you. What’s your name?”

  “Stacy Belle,” she mutters. Still lucid. Good.

  “Stacy, you are going to come all over my fingers, but not until I say so. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  I fondle her tits. “Goddamn, you have perfect fucking tits. Where the fuck have you been hiding those?”

  “I only wanted you to see them,” she says. “Can I come, Boss? Oh God, I’m so close.”

  “You are such a good little girl to be a slut only for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes. Please, Mr. Huston, can I come now?”

  I pull my hand away from her breast and yank her pants down, still finger fucking her with the other, exposing her deliciously sexy ass. She’s so close, I can feel her pussy muscles clenching around my fingers.

  “Yes, you may. Come fucking hard, Stacy. Come all over my fingers. Let yourself go.”

  She screams and tightens around me. Her hands drift up to my body and she holds onto me. She needs something to anchor to as she convulses against me as she comes fucking hard.

  “Mr. Huston, where did you learn to...” she mutters and lets her sentence trail off. I take my fingers out of her pussy and turn her around so she’s facing me.

  “Look at how hard you came. You see these fingers? This is your cum. You’re a dirty girl, Stacy Belle. There’s no use in denying it anymore. There’s no use in hiding your true self from me.”

  I bring the two fingers covered in her juices to my mouth and lick them clean.

  “Holy shit that’s hot,” Stacy says.

  “You taste like fucking honey. I need more. How do a man’s fingers feel in you?”

  She pulls on my tie and tosses her head back.

  “Long. Hard. Strong. Glorious.”

  I glance at the clock.

  “Fuck. It’s almost nine. I have a meeting with Zark Hufferton I’m late to. You need to get back to the floor.”

  I take a step back from her and cross my arms. “Pull up your pants. Put your hair back up. Put your glasses back on. For godsake, you look like a fucking slut right now.”

  Her eyes turn downward, and I realize I’ve been loose with my words. Maybe she’s heard this word used differently. I mean it as a term of motherfucking endearment.

  I run my hand through her hair and clarify. “A hot fucking slut. My hot fucking slut. Stop looking so morose. It’s a goddamn compliment.” I tip her chin up toward me.

  Her eyes sparkle again. She smiles softly as she grabs her glasses and fixes her clothes.

  “So what. What happens now? I go back on the floor and we pretend this never happened?” She takes the last pull of her whisky. She could not get any hotter.

  I run my hand along her neck. “This is day one. Tomorrow, you wear a skirt. I need easier access. I’ll let your manager know you are in a special meeting from eight a.m. to nine a.m.” My hand drags down her shirt to her ass. Fuck the thing is curvy. I palm it, pulling her closer to me, and she squirms.

  “Tomorrow’s Saturday.”

  I clench my jaw. “Monday then. Don’t be late. We have some important things to go over. Now get out of here. Don’t auction off your virginity on company time.”

  She straightens her expression as if we had been talking business the whole time. It’s incredibly hot to watch her switch from sex mode to work mode.

  “Thank you, Mr. Huston. I’ll see you Monday at eight sharp, Mr. Huston.”

  “Excellent. We’ll continue with your training then.”

  Chapter Three

  Stacy

  Living in a sorority house, you don’t get a ton of privacy. Not like I usually mind it.

  But Saturday afternoon, before I get ready to go out for our exchange with the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity, I lie in my bed wishing I didn’t have any roommates.

  What would I do, anyway, if I were alone?

  I heave a deep sigh as I turn my cheek against the pillow. That’s a lie. I know exactly what I want to do right now.

  Although even just thinking the word in my head sounds a little weird. But I force myself to.

  Masturbation.

  Why does that word sound so dirty and weird? Actually, I think the weird clinicalness of the word is part of the reason I’ve still never done it.

  Or maybe the fact that I’d never had an orgasm.

  Until yesterday.

  I lean back and close my eyes. Why had I been so stupid to pull up the auction on my work computer?

  But more importantly, why would Mr. Huston be specifically monitoring my computer?

  I swallow, and I practically feel his big, rough hands on me in my imagination.

  I close my eyes, keep my hands at my sides, and just imagine.

  * * *

  When I walked into Mr. Huston’s office, my heart was already beating like crazy just knowing I’d be around him. His expression was so damn serious as he sat back in his office chair with that cocky look on his face.

  Thick, dark hair. Deep, sea-blue eyes like a young Bradley Cooper.

  Their intensity threatened to sear a hole in me.

  I could have stared at him all morning.

  The way my body quivered, the earth felt like it shook when he made me come.

  Yes, made me.

  His was a hostile takeover of my body. Jack Huston didn’t just sit there all passive; he demanded my orgasm.

  And I succumbed, the pleasure coursing through me like a wave of lightheaded relief.

  I could barely speak when he was finished. I wanted to beg him for another, but that seemed childish.

  And he had to get to his meeting.

  I hear someone walking down the hall, and jolted from my fantasy, I open my eyes. They land on the picture of my parents, smiling back at me as they hold me as a little, tiny baby.

  Both doctors. Both Jehovah’s Witnesses.

  Guilt riddles through me.

  What will they do if they find out their only daughter is auctioning off her virginity?

  Would the excuse that it’s for a good cause be enough to shake them off my case? That seems doubtful.

  And what about the fact that my first heterosexual experience had been with my boss, a man who is years older than me?

  My friend Sarah walks into the room with a towel wrapped around her, and another cinching her hair.

  “Hey.” She smiles. “Shower is free now.”

  “Thanks,” I respond without moving.

  “You okay?” she pries. “You’ve been lying in bed for a long time today. That’s not like you.”

  “I’m fine,” I lie, hoping my sour tone doesn’t give me away.

  She shrugs as she towels her hair. “Alright. So I just heard from Francine. We’re meeting the DIK fraternity out at the Mix It Up lounge tonight at seven for the exchange.”

  “Sounds good,” I say, sitting up in bed.

  Sarah frowns a little, looking at me. “I know what’s bugging you. The online auction ends tomorrow.”

  I nod but don’t say anything.

  “Yes, that must be it,” I reply mindlessly.

  “George is going to bid on you. His family has a lot of money. You’ll be fine.”

  I slump my shoulders as I stand up. “I know. And I know I’m lucky to have a guy we know going to bid on me...”

  Sarah puts her hand on my shoulder. “It’s going to be okay. Just keep in mind why we’re doing this. We all took the virginity pledge when we joined the house, and we’re all in this together, now. Shane needs us. We’re doing the right thing. I mean, it’s not like we’re realistically going to wait until marriage. So we might as well get a benefit from our first times. I know I sound harsh, but it’s the truth.”

  I blow out a loud exhale. “I know, I know. And George is...”

  “A nice guy. Don’t overthink this. You’ll be fine.”

  I nod.

  A little too late for that.

  * * *

  A couple of hours later, we’re out at the bar, sipping cocktails at Mix It Up. It’s a new bar that tries to be a little on the nicer end while still catering to the prices that kids living in a college town are used to.

  We turn our heads when George arrives with some of the other Delta Iota Kappas.

  “Hi George!” I say, trying to be bubbly as he approaches.

  “Hey there, my future non-virgin,” he says, kissing me on the cheek and awkwardly grabbing my shoulder.

  I cringe at his touch, and actually jump back. It’s an involuntary reaction.

  “Whoa there! Everything alright?” He looks concerned.

  “Oh? Me? Yeah. Fine,” I say, and suck down the last of my old-fashioned. I hope George can’t detect the lack of conviction in my voice. If he pries further, I’ll just have to lie to him.

  How can it be that in twenty minutes with Jack, I felt a stronger connection than I had for the four months George had been pursuing me?

  “Well, sounds good. I’m going to get a drink. Be back in a second.”

  I hold my drink up, and I’m a little put-off that he doesn’t ask me what I’m drinking.

  Where’s his southern gentleman-ness?

  Well, he is from upstate New York. Maybe they don’t treat ladies the same there. I set my empty glass on a nearby bar table. A server comes by and I order a drink from her, and she comes back quickly with a new drink for me.

  George is still trying to get service.

  I clink glasses with Sarah.

  “To paying off the medical bills for our sorority sister’s brother!” she says.

  “Yes. To Shane!” I say.

  “Oh my gosh.” She gasps, poking me as she looks at the door to Mix It Up with big, wide eyes.

  I whip around, and my jaw drops at what I see.

  Jack Huston.

  My boss.

  And orgasm-giver extraordinaire. Entering the building.

  My face heats and a red hue surely takes me over as he enters. I nervously take a big pull of my drink.

 

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