3. Brent
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It’s taking everything I have not to tear Luna’s clothes off right now. I’m thirty-two years old and have been around plenty of gorgeous women in my life, but never have I felt this unrelenting urge to simply take one of them like I’m feeling now.
I wonder if she knows what she’s doing to me. If she truly understands the power of her beauty, of those curves, those breasts, those hips. I can’t help but picture what her bountiful ass would look like bouncing up and down as I pounded her from behind–just how hypnotized I would be.
Does she know just how much willpower it’s taking to hold myself back right now? And if she did, would she be horrified or flattered? Or both?
She clears her throat, and I realize I’ve been rubbing circles over the palm of her hand with my thumb without even thinking about it. I should let go, but I don’t.
She looks up at me, her eyes dripping with innocence but also hiding something else that only causes me to stiffen even more.
“Mix business with pleasure?” she asks, her voice soft and gentle like an angel’s. “No. I work for my father’s company. If he found out I was involved with anyone there…it would be the apocalypse.”
“You’d be in trouble. The man would be fired.”
She nods. “Bad idea for everybody.”
“Well it seems as though we’ve both been living pretty dull lives, doesn’t it?” I ask, my question followed with a slight laugh.
She giggles and involuntarily squeezes my hand in response. It’s like we’re husband and wife and have held each other like this a thousand times before.
“Well, don’t put it that way,” she protests. “It makes us sound old and boring!”
As she huffs and puffs, it causes her chest to heave, causing her breasts to rise and expand. Goddamn are they glorious. The bulge between my legs simply grows, and this time I can’t prevent my eyes from slipping down for a cheeky little glance that I’m sure she catches me doing.
“Say, Luna. I’ve got something here that I think you would like. Something no one else has tasted.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that? A new product?”
“No. It’s a special cream that isn’t for sale and isn’t a product.”
“Sounds…interesting,” she replies. I don’t think she even realizes it, but she moves closer like her body is asking to be nearer to mine.
“Oh, it is.” I smile. “I’m sure you’d like it, and I’d love to give you a tasting.”
“You would, would you?” Her eyes flare. Does she know what I’m talking about? She does, doesn’t she?
“I sure would. But not here.”
“Not here?”
“No. We’d have to go out back to the paddock office. It’s just one building over.” My eyes tell the whole tale, and it all sinks in. Luna understands.
There’s a moment’s hesitation. She’s nervous, and she should be. Her father buys from me, and he’s sent her here to handle the purchase orders for his company. If things go wrong and this goes sideways, she could blow up more than just her own job.
Just then, the door behind me opens, and Jacob, my main shipping and processing manger, comes striding in. He does not look happy.
“Problem?” I ask.
“You could sure say that,” he grumbles, flipping through the touchscreen pad in his hands. “Major screwup with our recent order. We were supposed to send twenty pallets over to Fischer and sixty to Jason. But somehow out computer system screwed up–or Dwayne screwed up and I’ll be kicking his ass later–and we sent twenty to Fischer and only forty to Jason and the last twenty to Blue Waters.”
“So Fischer’s gonna be short twenty.”
Jacob nods angrily. “And you know how Fischer gets when he’s shorted–”
“Jacob, take a breath,” I reply. “Call Townsend. Tell them one of our machines broke down and we’re backed up. Tell him we won’t have his order until next week. Take his twenty and send them to Fischer. Townsend won’t mind anyway. He’s a nice guy.”
Jacob looks up from his tablet and smiles. “Nice one, boss. Smart move.”
I pat Jacob on the back to reassure him.
“Hop to. Make sure Fischer knows we’re on it and he’ll be getting his order as usual.”
Jacob grabs his phone from his pocket and races off. When I turn back to Luna, I see her nodding at me, an impressed look on her face.
“I guess you really do know how to run a farm.”
“We wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t.” I smirk.
“I gotta say. It’s a bit of a turn-on watching a man boss other men around.”
Oh, yeah. This is working.
“Is it now? You get that from growing up watching your dad break balls at his company?”
Luna gasps–a legitimate gasp, not a playful, flirtatious gasp. She steps back, and I burst out laughing.
“What!?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Was that too far?”
“Yes!” She practically yelps. “Insinuating I have some kind of Oedipus complex! That I want to sleep with my dad–”
“Whoa, I wasn’t saying that! ” I cut her off. “That’s disgusting!” I make an over-the-top grossed-out face just to mess with her. “ Now who’s the pervert?”
Luna’s jaw drops even farther, and she takes another step back, taking this all in, processing. I let my smile creep larger and finally give her a reassuring wink. It works, and she lets out a deep breath, and I watch as her body relaxes as the tightness flows out of her.
“Asshole.” She smiles.
I raise my thumb and forefinger in front of my face, a centimeter gap between them, and grin. “Maybe just a little.”
“Well, all right, asshole,” she says, straightening herself. “Was that invitation for your special cream just a joke too? Should I leave now? Because I do have more work to get done today, you know? I can’t just be hanging around your farm until sunset.”
I have to stop myself from jumping her right then and there.
“You’ve got some fire in you, you know that?” I ask.
Christ, it’s like every moment I spend with her she grows more and more perfect. I can just imagine waking up with her every morning in my bed, pulling her panties aside and sliding every inch of my cock into her wet little pussy and pounding her until my cum is dripping out of her like the filling spilling out of a cream-filled donut.
“Yeah, my dad says that a lot.” She smiles, obviously appreciating my observation.
“You see? Your dad–?” I start to tease, but she instantly cuts me off by raising a flat hand in front of her face.
“Ah! Nope! We’re not going there!”
Chuckling, I reach out and take her hand and quickly lead her out the back, fighting the enormous erection in my pants doing its best to keep my legs from moving back and forth. We step out into the fresh spring air, but only for a moment. Then it’s back inside into the paddock office where we manage our shipping and packaging.
Jacob and the boys are working on correcting our order screw-up from earlier, but they’re down at the other end by the loading docks. I pull Luna into my private office, shut the door behind us, and close the blinds.
“In here?” Luna asks, her tone so innocent. “This is where you keep your special cream?”
I can’t take it any longer. Her breasts are two plump pillows, ready to burst from her blouse. Her lips are pure perfection, desperately begging for mine to press against them. And her body has my testosterone pumping at a level I’ve never felt before.
Yeah, I’m excited.
“Well, not in here exactly,” I say as I reach down and unbutton my fly. “In here. ”