Apollo

She was on her knees, between my legs, in my office, behind my desk. Her mouth wrapped around my cock, her eyes locked on mine.

For the first time in my forty years of existing, I woke up with a boner.

A fucking wet dream.

I couldn’t remember the last time something like that happened. Hell, I didn’t think it ever had. I’d never been that sexually frustrated, not to the point of dreaming about sex, much less waking up hard and throbbing like a horny teenager.

My fingers tapped a steady rhythm on the conference table, all because of that chaotic, intoxicating young woman from the hotel room....