EroticReverie

Scott Sullivan

It's Monday morning, and I'm sitting across the table from Maddie at the meeting, our boss Mr.Carroll and several other agents sitting at the table as we discuss the next batch of possible athletes looking for new agents and management. 

She ignored my texts and calls all weekend. I only called her once each day, might have text her a bit more than that though. She left my place after two fucking hours of fucking. Called herself an Uber , even though I told her to just stay the night. But she'd refused, pulled the same act as she did the morning after that night in Vegas, calling it a mistake, acting like she was disgusted with me, and herself.  Her little demon woman pussy wore me out though and I didnt have the energy to argue, so I took her home. Told her if she wanted to leave in the middle of the fucking night, then I'd drive her. She'd slammed the car door getting out, stomping her hot little ass up the walkway of her place, heels in hand, hot little blue dress clinging to her body, hair a fucking mess. 

I can't help but smirk slightly as I think about it, looking across the table briefly at her. Her dark brown hair, done up in a chignon, a dark green silk blouse with a black pencil skirt. My dick twitching everytime I steal a fucking glance at her. I grip the pen in my hand as I stare at her tits. The blouse hanging over them, just a hint of nipple poking through whatever lightly lined bra she's wearing. My pants fucking tighten under the desk. I shift slightly, drawing my eyes away, trying to fucking focus.

James , who is sitting next to Maddie across the table, catches my eyes, the corner of his mouth lifting, a slight shake of his head as he gives me a knowing smug fucking look and then looks back towards the head of the table. 

Everytime she fucking moves, or fucking breathes, my eyes go to her. She doesn't look at me once.  My eyes go to her face, she's looking at our boss, actually paying attention, but I can't. I can't take my fucking eyes off her. Her pretty fucking eyes, those long lashes, her makeup done a bit deeper on the eyes today, her lips tinted like they've been bitten all day. 

I watch the way her brows pinch at whatever our boss is saying. My cock begging me to jump over this table, bend Maddie over it, and fuck her senseless, and to hell with losing my job, if it means getting back inside her.  I was a fucking addict, the best thing I've ever done with my cock, was also the worst. Because the woman was a fucking deviant, hypnotizing little pussy of hers and-

"Sullivan?" I hear my boss call my name, I hear it, but my eyes are on Maddie, because she's looking at me for the first time. A little glare of her light blue eyes, a cock of her perfect brow as she widens her eyes.

"Sullivan?" My boss's voice is louder, breaking my trance and I jolt further upright, clearing my throat as I turn my attention him. 

"Yeah. Sorry, what was that?" I ask with tight lips, and a bit of a wince, my silent apology for not fucking hearing a damn thing he said. 

Mr. Carroll huffs, eyeing me. 

"Did you hear a damn thing that was said?" he huffs. 

"Sorry, just , my mind was elsewhere...wont' happen again. What was the question sir?" I ask. 

"Your mind has been gone for about a week now, get it back in that fucking head Sullivan." he bites out and I nod, smoothing out my tie.

"Of course sir." I nod. "My apologies. You're right." 

He eyes me, narrowing his eyes, nostrils flaring with broken blood vessels on his fat nose. 

"Maybe I should pair Miss McAdams with someone more focused for the onboarding meeting in Vegas with Torrent tomorrow." He huffs, at that my eyes shoot to Maddie, and back to him. I shake my head. 

"No sir. I'm here...I'm here a hundred percent. I promise." I say, all my colleagues watching, just grateful that their asses arent the ones being reprimanded by Carroll. 

"I can't risk this client. YOU can't risk this client Sullivan." he warns, and I swallow, nodding. 

"Miss McAdams, would you like a different partner in this onboarding process with Torrent?" he asks, my eyes going to Maddie. She gives me a look. My brows pinching. Fuck. She's so fucking hot. She could easily say yes, say she wants to get someone else to work with. Rip this one off my list of wins and let someone else take the glory with her. She could say yes to get me out of her hair too. 

"No. I'd like Mr. Sullivan with me. He was there for the initial meeting, and should be the one to see it through. We don't want Torrent thinking he's not important , or that we care so little to pass him off to someone else once we got him." She says giving good reasoning, and I wonder if that's all it is. 

"very well." Mr. Carroll waves a hand. "You two leave on the red eye tonight."  My dick puts on a party hat and celebrates in my fucking pants. I hear nothing of the rest of the meeting, Maddie doesnt look at me again the rest of the hour long meeting. 

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She's out of the meeting room before I even get the chance to get out of my fucking seat. James and every other male in the room watches that ass as it goes too. I grit my teeth, and go to her office , finding her sliding her heels off at the side of her desk, hands on the edge of the desk. 

Her head turns and lifts towards the door and she sighs. 

"What do you want Sullivan?" she asks, toeing her shoes behind the desk and walking around it, and sitting in the leather chair.

I close the door behind me, and lock the door. 

She glares at the lock and then up at me. 

"Do not make me take back what I said to Carroll." she warns. 

"Me wanting you on the transfer of Torrent with me, has nothing to do with anything other than what I said. And Torrent likes you, for whatever fucking reason." she mutters, pushing a loose strand of hair back from her face, and then reaching up and pulling a pin from her hair, and I watch the brown locks fall down slowly, as she lets out a soft hum. 

"fuck" she exhales, reaching her fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp, and I walk over, her eyes opening.

"Get away from my desk." she says, fingers pausing. 

I just smirk. 

"Easy tiger. I just want to say thank you." I say, walking behind her, pushing her hands from her hair.

"Scott don- "she inhales slightly and then sinks into her chair with a low moan as I replace her fingers with my own and massage her scalp. 

"You could have easily said you wanted someone else...and I know you want me out of your hair....maybe not literally..." I smirk as I keep my fingers moving through my hair. 

"You could've been cut throat, and let someone else move in on the glory of us bringing in Torrent officially...so...thank you..." I say, she just sighs. 

"mhm" she says, head nodding side to side. 

"I want to thank you, by behaving myself on this trip Maddie....but I cant promise I'm not going to try to fuck you again" I say, letting my fingers clench in her hair at the nape and gently tug. She gasps, head tilted back, those eyes looking up at me. 

"I'll try...but fuck....I can't fucking promise I wont beg for it Maddie" I groan as she swallows, my one hand sliding over her shoulder and down over her blouse slowly and her breath hitches.

"I like this green.." I say hand slipping down over the emerald green blouse and cupping her breast. 

 "I like this blouse" I say, pinching her nipple through her blouse and bra and she hisses. 

"I can get you fired for this Sullivan." she exhales and I hum as I drop her hair, my other hand sliding down the other side of her blouse.

"I know you can.....and i'd risk my job...and my future...just to put my fucking hands you...that's what you fucking do to me Maddie" I say, reaching for the buttons at the top of her blouse.

"why didnt you answer my texts or my calls?" I ask , my voice low as I unbutton the first one, fingers drifting to the second.

"because I didnt want to" she huffs, her breath shaking slightly, my fingers undoing the third button.

"Why not? You dont like what I do to that sexy little fucking pussy of yours?" I whisper, leaning down slightly, my face , near the side of hers as I undo the buttons all the way down to the top of her skirt and peel the sides of her blouse open, looking down at her perky tits in a black satin bra. "Or is the problem, you DO like what I do to it?" I whisper, my hands sliding over her upper breasts,fingers down into the cups of her bra till my finger tips brush her hard nipples. 

"Scott....we're at work" she breathes. "Stop" 

"No" I whisper, fingers and hands sliding further into her bra, grabbing her breasts as she gasps. 

"Scott" she whispers, and I groan quietly, and bring my mouth to her ear. 

"Carroll is right....my mind hasnt been here all fucking week...not since our trip to Vegas...because my mind is on you...every god damn second...it's driving me fucking insane.." I kiss below her ear and down her neck as she whimpers, squirming in her seat. 

"Should I tell Carroll not to waste the companys money on two hotel rooms, since we'll be sharing the same bed?" I ask, rubbing her nipples and she moans. 

"You need to get out of my office" she exhales and I kiss her neck. 

"why? Is your pussy wet Maddie, do you need me to bend you over your desk for a quick fuck?" I whisper with a slight groan and she inahels sharply, her legs pressing together, back arching. 

"Stand up right now...and take that fucking skirt off, so I can give your pussy what it needs"