This may not be the first time I’ve come to see her this morning.
“Morning, beautiful.”
Willa looks radiant. Fuck, even that doesn’t do her justice. All the stress has melted away, like her whole body has finally let out a deep exhale she’s been holding for too long. There’s a twinkle in her eye that wasn’t there before, a softness in her expression. $100,000 was a small price to pay; seeing her this happy is priceless.
It’s not just Willa who looks different—the office has been transformed from the chaos I was drowning in before she arrived. After the debts were cleared, I offered to bump up her hours and make her my full-time assistant. She agreed, finally quitting her jobs at the diner and the hotel. Now she works regular hours here in the office, and she’s really damn good at it. Competent. Organized. Not allergic to tech like me. She always insists I’m the one who did her a favor by offering her the job, but it’s the other way around. I’m lucky as hell to have her working here.
“How’s your morning going?” I ask, reaching down to pull her out of the desk chair and into my arms.
“Amazing!” She beams at me. “Everly called. She’s finally moving back to Cherry Hollow.”
I smile back at her. “That’s awesome.”
I’ve never met Willa’s best friend—she’s been living in Chicago since she moved there for college. But I’ve heard a lot about her, and I know what it must mean to Willa to have Everly back in town.
“I can’t wait for you to meet her,” she gushes. “I still can’t believe she’s coming back. Honestly, I was starting to think she’d stay in Chicago forever.”
“I’m happy for you, princess. Bet she’s just as excited to see you.”
“I hope so.”
Willa talks animatedly about Everly’s homecoming, multi-tasking her way around the office without missing a beat. She looks so adorable, flushed with joy, swishing around in the pale green summer dress I bought her last week. A familiar need pulses through my veins as I watch her, hot and slick. The need to claim her. Possess her. Turn that pretty smile into a wild moan.
I cross the room in three strides and pull her into me, hooking a thumb under her chin until she’s looking me in the eye. She stops talking, lips parted.
“I need you, princess.”
The harsh growl makes Willa shudder against me.
“I’m working,” she half-protests.
“Your boss says it’s time for a break.”
“My boss is a bad influence.”
I chuckle darkly as I lean in, capturing those plump lips in a searing kiss. Willa moans against my mouth, and I fill my hands with her thick curves, touching every inch of her I can reach. I’m already hard. My cock throbs in my boxers, sore and swollen.
I need her. Now.
My fingers dip beneath the hem of her dress, sliding into her panties. She’s a sticky mess—soaking with arousal.
Ready for me.
I don’t hesitate. I drop my jeans and boxers and turn Willa around, bending her over the desk and hiking up her dress. She whimpers, thighs pressing together like she’s trying to quell the ache as I yank her panties down to her knees.
“That’s it, princess. Hold on to the desk.”
She does as she’s told, gripping the wooden edge tight as I press my cock to her entrance, thrusting into her from behind. She lets out a guttural moan, nails digging into her desk as I grab a fistful of her hair and pound her sopping pussy.
“Flint…oh!”
She feels so snug around my cock, her tight pink hole stretching open around me. My balls slap against her core as I bend down to kiss her neck, our moans filling the office, work forgotten.
“Fuck, princess,” I growl. “Look at you taking my cock.”
Willa whimpers. “It feels so good.”
“I know, baby. It feels good for me too. You’re so fucking tight.”
