My cock hardens in my pants. I can hear those soft moans as I fist her hair at the nape of her neck and thrust my dick over and over into her hot, tight cunt. I lean back in my seat and sigh as I try to erase the image from my head.
I’ve sworn off companionship. I don’t need it. But something about her is drawing me in. Insta-lust at its finest. I haven’t fallen victim to that in quite a while.
I don’t need anyone. And it’s best I don’t get attached. More so for them than for me.
I’m a selfish man, but I’m not so selfish that I’d bring another person into my life. There’s a reason I keep them away.
I need to remember that.
I can’t have her; I’m firm in that decision. But even as I come to that conclusion, I find myself looking through the convention’s website. I just need to know her name. With a little digging I’m certain I’ll lose interest in her. I’m sure it’s the fact that she left before I could talk to her, leaving me wanting, that has the image of her branded in my consciousness. At least that’s what I tell myself to justify looking through the list of presenters with their square pictures and short biographies.
I fucking want her.
As the thought hits me, her picture appears on the screen. My fingers stop on the touchpad as I take in the soft curves of her face. Her beautiful smile puts my memory to shame.
Charlotte Rose Harrison.
I focus on her middle name Rose, which is also the color of her lips, and the delicate features fit her perfectly. She was meant to be a Rose.
Keynote speaker for Armcorp and former executive of sales for Steamens Marketing.
Education: Graduated from North State University (2013) with master's degrees in business, marketing and economics.
I’ve seen resumes like this before. Although I have to admit her progression in a mere three years is impressive. I’m not concerned with her work habits though. I should be, but in this very moment, I don’t give a fuck about any of that. I want to know about her.
I open a new browser tab and type in her name.
Specifically, I want to know who she’s fucking. That’s the only thing on my mind.
Before I can press enter, I shut the laptop with more force than what’s needed and slowly rise from my seat, shaking my head.
Now’s not the time or place for this shit. This is business. And she could be an employee of mine if we settle on her company. It’s one of the two we’re considering.
I stalk across the room in darkness and head to the large windows.
The idea of buying Armcorp just to be close to her eases the part of me that’s panicking to act now before she slips through my fingers. If she’s close, I can keep tabs on her until my interest wanes. And I’m sure it will.
I run my hand through my hair and then lean against the window. It feels cool against the palms of my hands.
It’s an easy enough decision to make. A shit reason to make a business decision, but I don’t need anyone’s approval. I own my business, and I can do whatever the fuck I want to do with it.
I close my eyes and lean my forehead against the cold glass. It’s late and I can’t be rash in this decision. My hands ball into fists as I push off the large window and move to the king-size bed in the room.
Tomorrow I’ll decide. Either I’m taking her, or I’ll leave her and this fantasy alone. As I close my eyes my dick begins hardening with the thoughts of what I want to do with her and I already know what my decision will be.