Olivia — Bend over

"With all due respect Mr. Hunter, I don't need a rookie distracting me," Harmon said, brushing me off with soulless eyes and indifference.

The liquid warmth in my eyes brought on by thoughts of our night together turned into daggers being glared at Harmon.

Being Will Hunter's sister meant no one expected me to have a brain. I was just a good fuck. Billy deserved better. He believed in me. I didn't want to let him down when my new internship already came as no surprise to my colleagues.

What they didn't know was I worked my ass off for Hunter Industries long before my official position was given to me. Billy wanted to make me an executive right away after graduation but I declined. I wanted to earn it. Same as everyone else.

Harmon knew this shit. Until last night, he was my biggest supporter. Then we fucked and suddenly I was a distraction? Oh fucking really?

"Billy, Harmon wants to tell you how last night went. We stayed up late. Worked up quite a sweat," I said with an innocent beam that meant are you sure you don't care if he knows?

"What the hell is going on? Harmon, you love working with Olive, screw ups and all. You've covered her ass more times than you two think I'm aware of," said Billy, looking between Harmon and I.

"This time he uncovered my ass instead. Isn't that right Harmon?" I said in a sickly sweet voice.

Who the fuck was Harmon to decide where I did and didn't go? Was I keeping the rage out of my face or was I too far gone as Harmon and I stared each other down?

"Give us a minute, Will," said Harmon, smoothly transitioning from COO to friend mode, eyes still locked with mine.

"Whatever. Sort your shit out man. This is the only thing she asked for for graduation. To work directly under you. Cupid's Cove is low stakes. It would be a shame if she couldn't go, but you get the final say. It's your call, Harmon," said Billy, backing out of the office and closing the door behind him.

The moment the door closed my brain went to war with my pussy. My eyes followed Harmon's hand, dropping to unbutton his suit jacket before he rose from his chair. He came out from behind his desk. I fought with my body not to react when my gaze dropped lower down and fell upon the tent in his pants.

Images of us tearing each other's clothes off as we made out feverishly last night flashed through my head. The longer I stared at his hard dick in his pants, the more I recalled sliding it into my warm mouth while I was on my knees before him in his bedroom. It was all I could do not to drop to the floor and beg to suck it again as he stuck his hands into his pockets. Ever calm, proudly displaying his not so little situation. Meanwhile my heart threatened to leap out of my chest.

"Directly under you. Guess I've been there done that. Think I should tell Billy that ship has sailed, Harmon?" my smart mouth asked, going directly into flirt mode.

Too angry. I meant it as a joke, but it came out like a threat.

He stuck his index finger into the air, not a flicker of emotion in his eyes as he crooked his finger, beckoning me towards him.

"Come here, Miss Hunter," he said, voice far too controlled for my liking.

My legs moved on their own. Before I knew it I was before him and he was using the back of that same finger to stroke my cheek.

"Bend over," he said, motioning towards the desk with his head.

I was so blown away words failed me.

"Wh-what?" I finally stammered, watching him take off his jacket and toss it onto his chair before my gaze returned to the hard dick in his pants.

"Do you want it, Olive?" he asked, his matter of fact tone making me uncertain he meant what I thought he did as his gaze followed mine down to his dick. "Bend the fuck over so I can give you my dick," he persisted, taking his cufflinks off before he rolled up his sleeves.

My mouth went dry as my body complied all on its own. As I laid my hands on the cool mahogany desk before me and bent over before him, flashes of him taking me from behind went through my head. By this point we were on round three but he only seemed to be more turned on as he hammered away at my cunt.

"This is what you want, right?" he asked, a slight edge to his voice as his hands slid up my skirt and onto my thighs.

"Harmon," I purred, instantly going weak in the knees, a slight shiver going through my body.