I was totally fucked. Instead of studying the charts and graphs professionally presented by my intern, Leah Hammond, I wondered if her breasts would fill my hands if I cupped them. Would her nipples pucker and taste like raspberries on my tongue?
I looked up from where my eyes had been ogling her fine tits, to see her watching me with her large round blue eyes. I shifted uncomfortably because my cock was so hard. I was sure he was poking out of the waistband of my expensive Italian slacks.
One blonde brow arched. “What do you think?”
I was thinking that I wanted to bend her over my desk and fuck her until my dick fell off.
I cleared my throat. “Looks good, Leah.” Inwardly I winced. I was pretty sure she knew I was ogling her, and my comment could be construed as sexual harassment.
She smiled. “I was up all night working on it.”
Whew. She thought I was talking about her project. I didn’t actually know for sure it was good. I did know she was smart and a hard worker, so I couldn’t imagine that her work was anything other than acceptable. But as the mentor for her internship, I was supposed to give her constructive feedback. Unfortunately, my brain was completely incapable of forming something remotely business related.
“Can you excuse me a minute, Leah?” I closed my coat as I rose from my chair and turned so she couldn’t see my erection. I had been in enough locker rooms to know that God was very generous to me when handing out dicks. It was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because the tighter fit made a better orgasm both for me and the woman I was fucking. A curse, because there was no hiding him when he reached full staff at unacceptable times, like now.
I entered the private bath in my office and shut the door.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Cox.” I looked in the mirror, wondering when I became the clichéd older man lusting after his intern. It’s not like I couldn’t get any woman I wanted. I might be forty, but I had my looks, a body still hard and strong from rowing and running, a voracious sexual drive, and as I mentioned, a massive cock. The fact that I was filthy rich didn’t hurt either.
My difficulty in dealing with Leah wasn’t just that I was so unused to being blindsided by lust. My wanting to fuck her was wrong on so many levels, the least of which because she was my intern. My board would fire me in a second if they found out all the ways I’d imagined fucking Leah.
The biggest problem with this maddening lust was that she was my best friend’s daughter. Her father helped me cope with my grief when my wife died unexpectedly five years ago in a car accident. At the time of her death, our company Sensual Delights, which had initial success, was also stalling. Leah’s father helped me turn that around too and now it was the number one company in the adult toy and lingerie industry. I admired and respected this man. He was only a decade older, but felt almost like a father. My stomach churned at the thought that wanting to fuck his daughter was a betrayal of him. The lust I feel today is nothing new. I’ve wanted her since the first time I met her four years ago when she was only 19.
I’d known it would be difficult to mentor her this year because of my attraction to her. For most of the year, I’d been able to assign her to other areas of the business. But for this last quarter of her MBA program, she asked to work with me. Because of my feelings of gratitude for her father, I’d agreed. And this was what it brought me to, I thought as I shoved my pants down, releasing my thick cock.
“You’re a fucking idiot, Cox.” I grabbed a bottle of unscented lube from under the sink and then moved to the toilet, putting the lid up.
I opened the lube, squeezing a bit on my hand and tossing the tube into the sink. I wrapped my hand around my dick, hissing at the feel of the wet cold lube. I started stroking my cock, flicking my thumb over the rim.
I closed my eyes and went where I shouldn’t let my mind go. Leah on her knees looking up at me with those large gorgeous blue eyes. Her cupid-bow lips forming an O just large enough to fit my tip.
“Fuck, yeah.” The image sent a spark shooting from my balls to the tip of my dick. I tightened my grip, as my hand worked my cock, making slippery sounds as I stroked faster. “Show me your tits.”