seemed to get sexier each time he
saw her and the temptation of acting on his feelings was getting harder to resist.
He’d never lacked self-control around any woman and didn’t intend to lose himself
over Maggie.
But each day he grew weaker with need for her. She’d become a fever in his blood.
He would sit in his office grinding his teeth together as he listened to her humming
some happy tune while she worked as if all was right with the world. He was torn between
wringing her neck and fucking the shit out of her. Something needed to be done and
fast or else he would go insane.
In the beginning he was only attracted to her physically, but now the lust he felt
for her had moved to a higher plane. Maggie Williams was not the same woman she had
been when she had started working for G and T. She seemed happier; the sadness in
her eyes was still there at times but not like it had been four months earlier.
She even dressed better. Instead of the flowery tent-like dresses and floor-length
skirts that she once sported, Maggie wore clothes that showed off her voluptuous form
to its advantage while still looking tasteful and businesslike. The skirts she now
favored were just above her knees, showing off her shapely legs. Maggie had great
legs, and GianMarco had spent many nights fantasizing how they would feel wrapped
around his waist as he drove his dick into her dripping wet pussy.
Maggie always had a smile on her pretty face and a kind word to say, and the clients
sang her praises. He liked the way her cheeks would dimple when she smiled. It made
him want to run his tongue all over her soft brown skin. He could still sense her
vulnerability, but she hid it well. She had transformed from the quivering ball of
nerves he had first seen into a swan. Whatever was responsible for her metamorphosis,
GianMarco didn’t know whether to be grateful or not, because it put his heart and
libido in a more precarious position.
At times he would ignore her, walking by her desk without saying a word so that he
wouldn’t have to look at her and want her. Each night he dreamed about their lovemaking
on Maggie’s couch that day, but in his dreams they had gone further. He would wake
up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. The vivid images of him screwing
her in every conceivable position were never far from his mind. His resistance was
definitely waning.
Today’s incident had only underlined how precarious his situation was. When he had
stepped into the office this afternoon, Maggie had been on her hands and knees crawling
around the floor searching for something. The sight of her generous derriere positioned
sinfully up in the air was enough to make his mouth go dry and his dick jump to instant
attention. Dio , but she was enticing. More than anything he had wanted to fall to his knees behind
her, hike up that dangerously short skirt, and slid his member between her succulently thick thighs.
Instead of acting on impulse as his body screamed out for him to do, GianMarco had
cleared his throat to announce his presence. She looked up at him with a welcoming
smile. “Hi, GianMarco. You have a message on your desk. The voicemail system was down
earlier so I needed to handwrite it. A Mr. Brown called about some work you had done
for him last month.” She turned her attention back to the floor. That was another
thing about Maggie. She was the only person who called him by his full first name,
and the way she pronounced it with a slight southern drawl made his balls throb.
GianMarco hated that he didn’t have the strength to walk away right then and there,
but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her ass. “What are you doing on the floor,
Maggie?”
“I lost an earring. I’m certain I walked into the office with them on.”
“What does it look like?”
“It’s just a plain diamond stud, a diamond speck actually. See?” She turned her head
saw her and the temptation of acting on his feelings was getting harder to resist.
He’d never lacked self-control around any woman and didn’t intend to lose himself
over Maggie.
But each day he grew weaker with need for her. She’d become a fever in his blood.
He would sit in his office grinding his teeth together as he listened to her humming
some happy tune while she worked as if all was right with the world. He was torn between
wringing her neck and fucking the shit out of her. Something needed to be done and
fast or else he would go insane.
In the beginning he was only attracted to her physically, but now the lust he felt
for her had moved to a higher plane. Maggie Williams was not the same woman she had
been when she had started working for G and T. She seemed happier; the sadness in
her eyes was still there at times but not like it had been four months earlier.
She even dressed better. Instead of the flowery tent-like dresses and floor-length
skirts that she once sported, Maggie wore clothes that showed off her voluptuous form
to its advantage while still looking tasteful and businesslike. The skirts she now
favored were just above her knees, showing off her shapely legs. Maggie had great
legs, and GianMarco had spent many nights fantasizing how they would feel wrapped
around his waist as he drove his dick into her dripping wet pussy.
Maggie always had a smile on her pretty face and a kind word to say, and the clients
sang her praises. He liked the way her cheeks would dimple when she smiled. It made
him want to run his tongue all over her soft brown skin. He could still sense her
vulnerability, but she hid it well. She had transformed from the quivering ball of
nerves he had first seen into a swan. Whatever was responsible for her metamorphosis,
GianMarco didn’t know whether to be grateful or not, because it put his heart and
libido in a more precarious position.
At times he would ignore her, walking by her desk without saying a word so that he
wouldn’t have to look at her and want her. Each night he dreamed about their lovemaking
on Maggie’s couch that day, but in his dreams they had gone further. He would wake
up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. The vivid images of him screwing
her in every conceivable position were never far from his mind. His resistance was
definitely waning.
Today’s incident had only underlined how precarious his situation was. When he had
stepped into the office this afternoon, Maggie had been on her hands and knees crawling
around the floor searching for something. The sight of her generous derriere positioned
sinfully up in the air was enough to make his mouth go dry and his dick jump to instant
attention. Dio , but she was enticing. More than anything he had wanted to fall to his knees behind
her, hike up that dangerously short skirt, and slid his member between her succulently thick thighs.
Instead of acting on impulse as his body screamed out for him to do, GianMarco had
cleared his throat to announce his presence. She looked up at him with a welcoming
smile. “Hi, GianMarco. You have a message on your desk. The voicemail system was down
earlier so I needed to handwrite it. A Mr. Brown called about some work you had done
for him last month.” She turned her attention back to the floor. That was another
thing about Maggie. She was the only person who called him by his full first name,
and the way she pronounced it with a slight southern drawl made his balls throb.
GianMarco hated that he didn’t have the strength to walk away right then and there,
but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her ass. “What are you doing on the floor,
Maggie?”
“I lost an earring. I’m certain I walked into the office with them on.”
“What does it look like?”
“It’s just a plain diamond stud, a diamond speck actually. See?” She turned her head
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