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Songbirds sing their tunes in the gardens outside my bedroom window as I roll over in bed. Two hours of sleep is more than I thought I’d get, and it’s the perfect amount of time to allow my body to settle down and my to head level out.

A big wet tongue licks my cheek, and the bed dips as Magnolia greets me with her soft brown eyes and little huffs of annoyance that I haven’t risen yet.

“Patience girl.” I mumble to her, petting her head, pushing myself up.

My uncovered muscles ripple and the snake tattoo that encircles my forearm flexes as I pet her and squish her slim cheeks. She lets me give her the affection before jumping down from the bed and disappearing from the room.

Rubbing my face, I get up, stretching my back, snickering at the massive erection jutting out from my pelvis. The dreams of Lily while I slumbered are still fresh in my mind, and obviously in my dick too. It bounces with my steps as I walk over to the desk in the far corner of the room, and flick on the monitor of my computer.

Images of her bedroom fill the screen immediately. She’s still asleep, her body tangled in her bedding like she was restless after my departure. Zooming in the view, I watch with a giddy glee as her tongue peeks out of her lips licking them.

“Can you taste me, baby?”

I could stand naked, leaning over my desk all day watching her, but alas, the real-world calls, and I need to actually show my face in the office before Jack and Kendra have a fit.

“See you later, baby.” I say, kissing the tips of my fingers and placing them on the screen.

~~~

“You look like shit.” Kendra spits out on her third round of stomping through my office in her red soled stilettos. “Have you slept?”

“Jesus, will you just quit it.” I growl, slamming closed the cover to my laptop, and taking Lily’s empty bedroom from my gaze. “You work for me, not the other way around. The day I answer to you is the day you no longer have a job here.”

“Ooohhh, did I strike a nerve in the big bad H?” She mocks, leaning on the front of my desk, shoving her tits in my face.

“Kendra.” I say slowly, my eyes boring into hers, purposefully ignoring the cleavage she’s flaunting at me, like looking at those perky things will soften my mood anyways. Only Lily’s perfect breasts could pull me from my funk of not being able to see her.

“Hedeon.” She says back, her lips curling into a devilish grin.

“You’re incorrigible.” I sigh, shaking my head. “Go get me some coffee.”

“Black? Like your soul?”

“Obviously.”

The peace and quiet when she leaves is what I need. Even though Lily isn’t in her bedroom, I can look in and relive last night’s encounter. I can still smell her scent and taste her on my tongue. As I open the laptop again and peer at the screen, I wonder if she could taste me too on her pretty lips. The thought of that has me raging hard in my black dress slacks and rushing to frost the glass windows that look out into the reception area.

With a push of the button to engage the door locks, I unbuckle my belt and wiggle my pants and boxers down just enough to grab my hard dick. It’s twitching and pulsing as I wrap my fist around it, keeping my eyes on the empty bed that I hovered over just hours ago while making my princess cum on the hand that’s tightly gripping myself.

“Mmmm, fuck, Lily.” I moan quietly to myself, touching the screen with my free hand, tracing the outline of her that’s left in the mess of soft sheets.

The screen brightens, and motion in the frame catches my attention. A second later she comes into view, her hair damp and plastered to her head, and her body donned in dark leggings and a sports bra, with running sneakers on her feet. My princess works out.

Yes baby. You wanna spend time with me in the gym? I can bend you over and fuck you on every piece of equipment.

She walks to her dresser and opens the top drawer. Her position puts her right in front of the camera, with her luscious sweat covered tits filling the frame, and I stroke myself harder imagining holding them together and fucking them. The perspiration would make them so slick and easy to slide my cock between as I held them together and pinched those pink nipples until she screamed.

The sight of her is not near long enough when she turns around and heads into her bathroom. I can hear the shower turn on, and a moment later billows of steam escape the door and fill her bedroom. I can picture her in the shower, her soapy hands running over her body, the water beading on her skin, her wet hair cascading onto her back. Her skin would be so red from the heat, and hot to the touch.

“Fuck. I need to take you in my shower.”

When she re-emerges, her body wrapped up in a fluffy white towel, water dripping off her soaked hair, my cock jumps in my hand.

Drop the towel.

I don’t need to command her, because she complies like she can hear my thoughts. The towel falls to the floor, and I’m rewarded with a full nude view of her standing there, squeezing her hair of the excess water, her tits raising and bouncing with her movement. She’s primal beauty with that hourglass figure that I want to run my hands over while taking her in every way possible.

I’ve never jerked off in my office before. No one has ever turned me on to the point that I can’t be professional at work, but fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me. She’s too beautiful, too innocent, too precious, and I can’t get my mind and eyes off her. My new obsession is just that, a goddamned obsession, and I can’t wait until the day she’s mine in body, heart, and soul.

“H! Open the door!” Kendra’s voice screeching at me breaks the trance I’m in, and I slam the laptop closed again, pinching my thumb in it, cursing as I shove my aching dick back in my pants.

“Fuck.”

To be continued, princess.

~~~

I’m beyond irritated on my way home from the office. Even the wind whipping around me and the road speeding by under my two wheels doesn’t calm my internal ire. Every time I settled down to watch Lily, something came up and had I to pull my attention away from her. I didn’t get to see her get dressed or go about her day like I wanted to. And now as I streak back to the house to get changed and ready for another visit to her place, my anger bubbles inside of me like a cauldron ready to overflow.

I need something to cool me off before I see her. I don’t want to take anything out on her just yet. She needs to want me, to trust me, to come with me willingly when it’s time, because I really don’t want to have to fight her. I don’t want to have to drug her, or force her, or do anything that will delay her acceptance of the inevitable, that’s she’s mine forever. Whether she wants it or not.

“Please princess, want it. Make it easy on me. Life has been hard. You need to be my salvation.”

My words get whipped away from my lips as I lift my visor and let the air blast my face. The coolness burns as I kick the throttle up into fourth gear and take the bike past a hundred. I want the wind to blow everything off me, but it doesn’t.

“A play thing? Would that help H?” I ask myself, leaning into a corner on the country road, my gear covered knee touching the blacktop. “I could take a night and have some fun.”

No, that won’t do.