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Jack

“— and with the construction of the Quayside Lofts nearly completed, the Bede house and everything else, we’re going to busy over the next few months.

We’re a strong team, but please don’t struggle in silence.

Jack and I are here to support you with each of your listings.

Spend the next two weeks with your loved ones, your families and friends.

Eat and be merry. Return in the new year with a fresh face and mindset ready to sell some properties,” Mike rounded up the final meeting of the year.

We sat at either end of the elongated glass boardroom table, with every member of the sales team, HR, marketing and even our newly acquired interior design team surrounding us, their expressions one of exhaustion.

It had been a big year, and for the most-part they’d ran the show with one CEO down and the well-oiled machine that was Willow.

As everyone stood to leave, I interrupted again.

“Guys, I just want to thank you all. This year has been hard. For many reasons.” My gaze flickered to Willow beside me, then Frannie, before returning to the rest of the crowd.

“But your unwavering support and commitment to keeping Lambert and Johnson at the top of the industry, as well as making it a special place to work, is incredible.” There was a pregnant pause as British awkwardness swept the room.

“And a reminder that Willow and I are away from tomorrow for the next two weeks.” I glanced at my girl, who sunk into her chair blushing.

“So, unless the building's on fire or you’re my daughter, please contact Mike for all things work-related.” A soft laugh rippled through the room.

“Thanks everyone, head home early and enjoy your Christmas.”

The crowd dispersed through the single door, and I sighed, relieved the year was over.

Frannie stood from her seat, pushing the chair in and joining the back of the queue.

Her spine straightened when Mike’s son, Gabe, sidled up beside her, smirking at her frustration.

I frowned, adding to question the new dynamic to the endless mental list. Once upon a time, they’d spent every waking minute with each other, until suddenly they didn’t.

My little girl was a ray of sunshine with everyone, apart from Gabe, seemingly.

“I’ll have the minutes over to you shortly, Mr Lambert.” Willow’s soft rasp returned me to reality.

She stood and held her laptop and pile of notebooks, offering me a flirty smile before leaving, hips swaying in her black midi dress. Fuck . She knew what that name did to me. She used it as foreplay, especially when it wasn’t feasible for me to act on it. My mischievous, gorgeous girl.

She’d started her course on a part-time basis whilst continuing to manage my diary. I’d return home from the office and find her with her nose in books or laptop in her home office, converted from her previous bedroom. She was thriving, and I was completely obsessed with watching her grow.

I stood, collecting my suit jacket from the back of my seat, leaving Mike for my office to finish before Christmas closure. It was a known fact that realtors would wind down at the end of the year, but I wasn’t used to taking so much time off.

Pulling my desk chair out, I froze.

Laid on the cushioned seat, was a lacy pair of my girlfriend’s underwear. The same pair I’d watched from our bed as they covered her perfect arse that morning. I turned my head to my right, looking through the currently clear office window to her desk – Willow’s was perpendicular to my office.

With her focus entirely on the work on her laptop, she slowly spun in her chair until her legs were visible to me. With a knowing smirk, she opened her legs, offering a partial view up her dress of her tanned, long legs. Not enough to share her intimacy, but enough to entice me.

Jokes on her, I was always enticed. Whether she wore baggy pyjamas, last night’s hot chocolate stained on her lips or freshly moisturised in tiny lingerie.

My laptop pinged with a notification – she’d sent the meeting minutes. A perfect excuse to see her. I pressed the intercom buzzer. “Willow, please can you come into my office.”

She pouted, hiding her smirk as she locked her computer and pushed up from her desk seductively. Was it seductive? I didn’t fucking know, everything about her was seductive. She stood in the glass doorway innocently.

“You called, Mr Lambert?”

I raised two fingers and flicked them towards me. “Come here.” She did as instructed.

When she reached me, I looked down at the chair, her gaze followed with an innocent gasp.

“You sound surprised,” I questioned.

“ I am . Doesn’t everyone know we’re together? Why would someone leave their underwear on your chair? ”

I bit back a laugh. She was good.

“So, these don’t belong to you?” I plucked them with the tip of my finger until they hung between us. “They look like yours.” I sniffed the lace. “And they certainly smell like yours.”

She giggled, perching on the edge of my desk with her arms crossed watching amused. Shoving the panties in my pocket, I crowded her space, my breath coasting her ear.

“So, if I were to slide my fingers up here—” I grazed slowly from her knee, up her inner thigh, relishing the shudder that escaped her.

“Would I find you completely bare? Or are these truly the panties of a mystery woman? Hmm?” She hummed as I brushed the seam of her pussy.

My erection throbbed. “So, they are yours? No underwear in the workplace? Surely that crosses health and safety lines.”

“It’s your safety that’ll be at risk if you don’t touch me, Jack,” she grumbled, opening her legs wider.

“Is that so? Seems to me you’re the one whose struggling…”

She pulled her head back slightly, her fiery eyes framed by furrowed brows. I held her gaze as I finally flicked my thumb over her swollen clit, her long lashes fluttered with pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Do you want to come?”

“Mhm.” She nodded sloppily, clamping her thighs around my hand.

“So tell me, do I have a mystery woman leaving her underwear? Or have you been a naughty girl?” I pressed the tip of my finger inside her wet entrance, eliciting a filthy moan.

“They’re mine.”

“Good girl. Cock or fingers?” I asked through long, languid thrusts. I knew which I wanted but I was putty in her hand, and she knew it.

“ Jack ,” she whined.

“What’s it going to be?”

“Your cock. Definitely your cock.”

That was all I needed to tug on my belt and pull my aching cock from it’s constrains. Lifting up, she tugged her dress up her hips, revealing the glistening opening that called my name. I pressed in and groaned at the bliss between her thighs, the perfect welcome home.

With every thrust, I pushed her further onto the desk. Her arms tight around my shoulders. We were a symphony of filthy sounds, the sordid slaps of our bodies colliding, the moans that combined between us.

“I’m so fucking lucky, the only man to see you like this.”

“Ja-ck—” she groaned broken by thrusts .

My balls pulled up and the inevitable ending was closing in.

Her head flung back as her core tightened.

I leaned down, nibbling her perky nipples through the layers of dress and lingerie, and she lit up like a lighthouse in the dark.

She shattered around me with a raspy groan, tugging the hairs at the back of my neck and I followed her, pumping my orgasm into her.

She looked up at me with glassy eyes, full of adoration, and smiled freely. I caressed her cheek, forever in awe she’d picked me.

A sudden squeak filled through the room, and a voice surrounded us.

“May I recommend you flick on the privacy screens next time?” Mike’s voice bellowed.

Willow launched herself into my chest, desperately trying to hide in my embrace. I couldn’t help but laugh, my arms wrapping around her. I clicked the intercom, replying with an apology, and flicked the button for the frosted glass.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I chuckled. “Logic goes out the window whenever you’re in the room.”

“It’s not funny! That’s so embarrassing, Jack!”

I laughed into her hair. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and go home. I need to check your suitcase, make sure there’s nothing but sun cream and bikinis.”

It was her turn to laugh without inhibitions as I pulled out, grabbing tissues from my desk and cleaning her up. I grabbed her underwear from my pocket, kneeling and returning them up her legs and under her dress with a final kiss to her thigh.

Fuck, I loved this woman.