My name is Marcus Hunter. I own Hunter Investments, a billion dollar hedge fund.
I admit it, I’m a total womanizer. A player, a serial-seducer, call me what you like.
I enjoy a variety of women and I don’t do love.
I work hard, and I play even harder.
I rarely dip into the office pool. That was until I became intrigued with Sophie Shawn. She is a high-flying money manager like myself and we’ve had to work closely together.
Sophie’s my equal, she’s smart, sharp-witted and of course she has to be sexy-as-hell.
The way she shakes her little ass in her tight, short skirts has me wanting to bury myself deep inside her.
We’re enjoying a drink together after work.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to bed her tonight. I want to hear her beneath me begging for more. When I’m done with her she won’t be able to utter a single coherent word.
Little did I know, I was the one in for a surprise from Miss Sophie Shawn.
Marcus
We’re sitting at the bar in the restaurant downstairs from the offices of Hunter Investments. Sophie and I have put in long hours this week and we need to unwind. I can think of the perfect way to unwind and she’s sitting right next to me looking oh-so-damn sexy. Her dress slits open in the front and I think I catch a glimpse of, what is that, a garter and stockings? I’m in trouble; she catches me looking.
“Like what you see, Marcus?” she says, as the words roll off those luscious red lips of hers.
“I do. I do indeed,” I say, as my eyes cast down to her breasts straining against the fabric of her low cut dress. She lets out a soft laugh as she takes a sip of her wine.
“Have dinner with me,” I tell her.
“Alright,” she accepts my invitation.
“What are you in the mood for?” I ask.
“You,” she replies, and I’m not sure I heard her right.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“You heard me,” she says, staring at me seductively. Damn, I have to loosen my tie.
“Let’s eat first,” I say with a wicked smile.
“Suit yourself. You choose the place,” Sophie says.
“Let’s eat here,” I suggest.
“Sounds good,” she says, leaning into me as she slides off her bar stool and spreads her legs to make sure I can see up her skirt, as her silky dress pulls tightly across her breasts. Maybe we should skip dinner.
“Is it hot in here?” I tease, as we walk into the restaurant. We order right away, not wanting to waste a minute before I can rip the clothes off that tight little body of hers. “Your place or mine?” I ask, leaning back in my chair and crossing my legs while we wait for our dinner to arrive.
“Where do you live again? I know you’ve told me before but I can’t remember,” she says.
“Manhattan Beach, you’ll have to come over some time,” I answer.
“My place then, it’s closer,” she says sultrily, and adds a wink for good measure. She leans forward and lets her long, silky black hair drape sexily across her gorgeous face. Sophie shared her heritage with me one day a few months ago over lunch. Her Mom is Chinese and her Dad is Scottish. She has exotic Eurasian features; I’ve never been with a Eurasian girl, but I’ve heard great things about them. How am I going to manage walking out of here with a raging hard on? After we finish having dinner, I settle the bill. Sophie stands and we head down to the parking garage. I follow her home a short distance to her apartment. She lives alone in one of those high-rise luxury apartment buildings that are just a stone’s throw from our offices in Century City.
“You live so close to work, you could almost walk,” I say, once I park in front of her building and walk into her grand and spacious lobby.
“Yes, it’s so convenient. I don’t have much of a commute,” she says as we get on the elevator.
Once we close the door to her luxurious apartment and she puts her things down, she starts walking into her bedroom while she’s unbuttoning the front of her dress and sliding off its belt. My feet are rooted in place as she leaves me standing in the entryway of her lavishly decorated Century City apartment and I’m not sure what to make of this.
“Get in here,” she calls out to me from her bedroom. Just like that, no foreplay? Damn, she’s throwing me off my game big time; she almost makes me nervous. I walk slowly towards her room and she’s sprawled out sexily on her king size bed in the most alluring black lace lingerie. My heart stops. All she is wearing now is a black lace bra that she fills out nicely, then my eyes travel down to her shapely waistline where I see her black lace garter belt that looks amazing on her curves. Next, I see her black lace panties and sheer black stockings covering her lean legs, down to the tips of her toes. She’s posed like a pin-up, and she looks so sexy I immediately rise to the occasion.
“Strip,” she commands as she rolls over to turn on her iPod player. I do as I’m told; this girl is stealing all of my lines. Unbelievable. I strip down to my tight black briefs and climb on top of her, then my lips crash down onto those ruby red lips of hers that I can’t wait to have wrapped around me.
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