Chapter 47 #3
“In fact, there was,” I say quickly. “I was speaking with Canyon tonight, and we were talking about books and stories, and she expressed an interest in creative writing.”
“She did?” She sounds surprised. “I didn't know she wanted to be a writer.”
“Well, she didn't say exactly she wanted to be a writer, but we were talking about books, and I told her that you're a writer, and she was really excited about that, and I figured maybe the two of you could discuss fiction and all that good stuff.” I know that I'm twisting the truth, but I don't care.
I want to see her outside of the office without it being awkward.
Even though I know I shouldn't use my daughter in this way, it's the only way I know how to approach it.
I know Canyon would forgive the lie because Canyon loves Juniper.
And I truly do think that she would love writing, as well.
She loves reading, so maybe they could write a book together and just bond.
“Sure, I'd like that.” Juniper's voice is soft again. “We can work out a time, and I’d be happy to talk to her about books and writing and all that good stuff.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate it. I know that's not part of your traditional job description.”
“I know it's not part of my job description, Remington." She sighs. "I don't want you to think that I'm not going to do anything that's not part of the traditional job description.”
“So, you're willing to do other things?” I ask teasingly, glad she doesn't sound mad at me anymore.
“Um, depends on what the ‘things’ are.”
“Sounds good to me,” I say. "I like the sound of that."
“What do you think I’m talking about, Remington?”
“I don’t know. What are you talking about, Juniper?”
“Not what you are thinking,” she says quickly.
“What am I thinking?”
“I mean if you are thinking about the belt or the hand or the tie or the rope, it’s a no.”
“Actually, I was not thinking about any of those things. But thank you for bringing them to mind. If you don’t want the hand, the belt, the tie, or the rope, what do you want?”
“Mr. Parker, we are not having this conversation again. It's highly inappropriate, especially for the evening.”
“Is it appropriate for the day, then?”
“No, but I’m your assistant. And—”
“And what? I can't ask you your preference?”
“Why do you want to know my preference?"
"I don’t know if you want to know,” I say softly. “I don’t want to scare you.”
“What does that mean?” She is whispering now.
"I mean we don't always have to be so professional, Juniper. We can spice it up a little bit."
"Spice what up?"
"Our interactions." I shift on the couch and reach into my pants. My cock is hard. I close my eyes, and Juniper's face pops into my mind. "Maybe we can ensure that we both don't fall into the all-work-and-no-play category."
"What are you saying?"
"What are you wearing?" I ask her, as my hand goes up and down.
"Nothing." She giggles. "I mean, not in the sexy way."
"There's a non-sexy naked way?" I grunt into the phone as my hand moves faster. "Are you in bed?"
"Yes!" She giggles. "I was hot, so I decided to sleep naked."
"Do you like sleeping naked?"
"What sort of question is that?" There's silence on the line, and then she lets out a low moan that turns me on even more.
"What are you doing, Juniper?"
"Nothing."
"Where are your hands?"
"In my bed."
"Under your sheets?"
"Yes."
"On your pussy?" I whisper, and there's a shocked silence. "Pretend your fingers are mine."
"Remington." She groans. "I... I'm not sure what you're saying."
"Fuck, I wish I was there with you right now." I grunt. “I'd show you exactly what I was saying."
"What are you doing?" she whispers, her voice silky.
I can picture her inquisitive face, her thick black glasses, and that bun on the top of her head.
I can picture taking those glasses off, taking her hair down, and bending her over my desk.
I can picture pushing her skirt up, sliding her panties to the side, and thrusting into her.
"Fuck." I groan as my hand stills on my throbbing cock. I am close to coming. This is not why I'd called her.
"Is everything okay?" Her voice is sultry. "What did you just say?"
“Nothing.” I groan. “I will see you in the morning, Juniper. Have a good evening.” I cannot come with her on the phone. I shouldn't even be thinking about her like that.
“You, too, Mr. Parker. Sweet dreams."
“Sweet dreams, darling Juniper. Don't let all that nakedness go to waste.” I hang up the phone and close my eyes again.
I picture Juniper walking up to me, pulling me by the tie, and pushing me down onto the chair.
I picture her pulling my cock out and slamming down on me.
I can almost feel her tight pussy on me.
"Oh, fuck, yes." I groan as my hand jerks back and forth until I feel myself exploding.
I grab the throw blanket and spurt into it, before leaning back in the chair.
"What are you doing to me?" I mumble to myself as I take a deep breath.
Juniper Hardman has infected me with her charm and sexiness, and I don't know what I'm going to do now.