Page 186 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

SILAS

“Excuse me, Mr. James,” an employee said from the small opening she made in the conference room door. She glanced at all of us in turn apologetically for the interruption. Our meetings ran into the evening and they’d had dinner brought in.

Everyone at the table turned to look at her.

“Yes?” I asked.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but your assistant asks that you check your phone for a message.”

I offered her a small smile. “Thank you.” I glanced at the three women and two men. “I apologize, please give me just a moment.”

With a shift in my chair, I pulled my cell from my pocket and swiped for a text. From Theo.

How’s your wrist from all that jerking off? Got carpal tunnel yet?

Such a dick brother thing to send, and he clearly hadn’t gotten an update about fucking Eve in the conference room. It definitely wasn’t why Bradley interrupted a meeting. There was another text. Bridget.

Instantly, a flare of worry surged through me. I was in San Francisco. Not near Hunter Valley if something was wrong. Until this exact moment, I hadn’t really considered this challenge.

Fuck.

I swiped the text.

Mav and I think you’d want to know about this. Let us know if we’re wrong. Starts @ 8pm here, but not sure when that is for you.

I looked at the time on the phone. That was twenty minutes ago. Fuck! I pressed the link.

It pulled up a video and out came a loud female moan, followed by a… “Oh, that big dick is too big for my untried little pussy. It’ll be too much!”

I blinked, then practically shouted, “What the fuck?”

Shit. Everyone in the room heard the woman’s breathy voice worried about taking too much and then my response.

Porn was the last thing I expected.

I fumbled with the volume on my cell. I felt like a middle schooler caught with a nudey magazine.

“What the hell was that?” someone asked. “Did I hear–”

I looked up, pasted on a fake smile that hopefully hid my total mortification. Shit. Shit!

“Absolutely not,” I said quickly, shutting down the fact that they heard porn coming from my cell. In the middle of a meeting.

Thankfully, my beard hid the blush I could feel creeping across my cheeks.

“But–”

“One moment please.” I spun my chair around to face away from the table. It was a snub, but fuck, what the hell did Bridget send?

With the phone held close to my chest, I looked at the video that was still running. Definitely an intro for porn.

A woman was on her bed in a red cardigan that was barely closed. Her breasts were practically busting open the remaining buttons, those lush globes filling out a pale pink lacy bra to perfection. Fuck, if she leaned in any further, her nipples might spill out.

Wait. WAIT!

That wasn’t any woman. That was Eve.

What the actual fuck? Eve was doing porn? Live? RIGHT NOW?

I jumped to my feet, realized I had a hard on like a steel beam in my pants, then set my hands in front of it holding the phone.

I spun about awkwardly, looked the vice president in the eye and hopefully keeping him from looking lower.

I wasn’t so sure about the rest of the Hyport group.

“My apologies. There’s something urgent I must see to on my phone. ”

I ducked out of the room and found the nearest empty office and slammed the door shut. Leaning against it, I tried to catch my breath as I studied the video again. With fumbling fingers, I turned the sound up, but only a little bit. Enough to hear what Eve was saying and no more.

“I’m not sure if I should read this story after all. It’s really… ahem, naughty.”

She looked up from what looked like an ereader and right into the camera. “You think I should?”

She bit her lip, unsure.

“Okay. Here goes. I’ve… I’ve never had a man touch me before. There. Oh, your finger feels so good. Is that why I’m all wet and sticky? It’s all over my thighs, she explained to the lumberjack. His big cock was as big as his ax.”

Lumberjack? Ax? It was a cam room and she was dressed. She was alone, which meant she wasn’t having sex with someone. She was streaming herself–in her bedroom?–reading porn. What would that be? Porn-adjacent?

Except porn-adjacent was still hot. I wasn’t sure if I was losing brain cells by looking at her in that little sweater or if it was the pearls around her neck that made her seem so innocent and the words she was saying so fucking naughty.

“Oh, this story is actually really good. I didn’t know I had a thing for lumberjacks. It’s making me really hot. I think I need to undo my little sweater to try and cool off.”

She glanced down at the remaining buttons, then up at the camera. Bit her lip.

“But does this make me a naughty little virgin letting you see more of my bra?”

I couldn’t help it. My free hand fumbled with my leather belt, and I got it open and my fly down so I could grip my dick and stroke it as I watched Eve.

She was not a virgin. I knew exactly what those tits looked like and was well aware of how wet and sticky she got.

I stroked myself as I watched, completely mesmerized, as she popped one of those little buttons free and… fuck! While only an inch more of her pale skin was exposed, her tits looked incredible. They bounced when she took her little panting breaths.

In the corner was the word LIVE in vibrant red. She was doing this right now. Now. In Hunter Valley. I’d never been to her house before, but was that her bed? Beside the word was a count of how many people were watching. 473.

Almost five hundred horny fuckers–like me since I was jacking off to her sitting all prim and slutty on a bed–were seeing those lush tits and thinking about her virgin, swollen, sticky pussy.

Hell, to the fuck, NO.

“Oh, that’s better. Where was I?”

She lifted the ereader and held it up as she read aloud.

“The burly man sucked his finger and licked all my pussy juices off. Climb on and take me for a ride. Good girl. I hovered over that club-sized head and tried to get it to fit. It won’t go in… oh! It can’t… I’m… you’re opening up my little flower with that big meat.”

Big meat? What the fuck was she reading?

“I can’t take all of it. It hurts. My virgin pussy can’t take– You’ll take it all like a good girl.”

A knock shook the door behind my back. “Is everything all right, Mr. James?”

I startled, gripped my dick harder at the interruption through the door.

“Remember good girls get their pussies fucked hard and deep. Oh, please!”

“What the hell?” I heard the person’s concern, which meant he must be hearing the streaming, but it did nothing to stop my orgasm from seeing Eve’s gorgeous cleavage and listening to her say such naughty, cum-inducing words.

I came all over my hand when she whimpered the last. She was reading from a book.

Some filthy, pervy erotic story. It was her voice, her breathy sounds that finished me, because I knew what they sounded like when it was real.

When my dick was deep inside her. When she was saying that exact same thing when she looked up at me and told me she wanted it harder. Deeper.

“It hurts so good. Wait, I’m not on birth control so don’t fill me with–”

The screen went black, then text came up. YOUR FREE TIME IS UP. PLEASE PURCHASE THE MONTHLY SUBSCRIPTION TO CONTINUE.

“Fuck!”

“Mr. James? Silas!”

“I’m fine,” I pant-called. “Please give me a few more minutes.”

I dropped my head back against the door. I was in an empty office at the Hyport US office building with my dick out, cum all over my hand, and Eve talking about getting railed for the first time by a lumberjack with a mega-dick and I got cut off by the porn service.

Pulling out a handkerchief–thanks to Bradley for ensuring they were included with every suit packed for me–I wiped my hand semi-clean.

Then I fumbled with the cell to purchase a membership to a cam site, not giving a shit that someone in accounting would see the expense on my corporate credit card bill.

It took a few minutes of swiping and swearing, but I was back in with Eve.

I turned and leaned against the desk, relieved she was still there.

Now that I was a member, there was a box beneath LIVE that said private chat. I hit that faster than reasonable and paid more for private time with Eve. I couldn’t join her now since I had to go back to the meeting and explain myself, but she was mine and mine alone.

No way were five hundred men going to ogle my woman.

No fucking way. Because with one flick of a cardigan button, Eve and her gorgeous body were all mine.

Mine.