“Sir?” Chris calls out as I head toward my office. “You have a one o’clock appointment, and it’s one-fifteen. They’ve been waiting.”

I glance over at the tall blonde with beautiful blue eyes. She looks no older than twenty-five. And I look at her short, halfway bent-over husband with his cane. He’s no younger than eighty-five. I’ve dealt with plenty of people like this.

“Mr. Adams.” She nods and slowly guides her mostly blind husband toward the office. “It’s nice to meet the author turned financial advisor.”

“Part-time.” I correct her and gesture my hand toward the room. “I’m still an author. I took on a few businesses to increase my income, and I’ve always wanted to be a financial advisor.”

It’s obvious with the smile she gives and the flirty look in her eyes, she wants something from me. I could be wrong, but I’ve been getting a lot of women like this lately.

“I have a blunt question.” She says while sitting her husband down.

Her husband partially opens his eyes and raises his head. “What about a diaper change?” He rasps. “Mine’s full, baby. I’ll need that ‘special change’ that only you can give me.”

Her eyes widen, and a look of disgust fills her face. “Forgive him. His nurse has been slacking lately. He can hardly hear and honestly…I’m not sure if he can even see anymore. His hearing is so horrible that I can yell into his ear, and he will think I was whispering.”

I want to laugh, but in this profession, I have to be professional. She’s right. Just by looking at the older gentleman, it’s obvious he’s knee-deep in the grave.

“What’s the question?” I ask, sitting down.

She lowers her head, almost looking embarrassed. “In your book, is it true? The sex scenes? By the way, I’ve read the book three times, and I swear I could read it again and again.”

I swallow the growing knot in my throat. The first thing I notice as she sits is that she’s pressing her legs tight and sliding her tongue along her tight bottom lip. I’d like to think she’s aroused just by the sight of me.

I place my hands together and sit back in my chair. “You and I both know it’s no secret unless you are someone who has yet to read the book. My ex-wife and I were very open and could have made porn, but the book leaves more for the imagination.”

“I heard.” She says seductively, leaning in and purposely flaunting her breasts. “Lambert, here, cannot have sex anymore. He loves me, and I try to please him. But he feels horrible. He knows he doesn’t have a lot of time left on this earth, and he permits me to sleep with other men.”

“Okay,” I say, raising my eyebrows with concern. “We are here to talk about the financial situation, right?”

She nods. “We are. But if you have any interest, we can take this conversation a bit further at his mansion. Everyone deserves some kind of love in their life. I feel bad that your wife left you after all those years. I'm willing if you’re looking for a rebound or just some fun.”

“Thank you,” I say, glancing down at the files. “I’m not interested at the moment. You are beautiful, but I am not looking for any romance.”

“Oh, Noah.” She smiles, giving me the most seductive look she possibly can, and it’s obvious she is trying too hard. “I’m not looking for romance either. I’m looking for someone to sleep with me like your books state.”

Okay, she’s overly blunt. She has no fear of going for what she wants. She’s actively hunting for sex.

I set the papers down. “I’m not your guy. Yes, my books are correct. But I’m not looking to sleep with anyone. And no offense, but your husband shouldn’t be in here right now if he’s shitting himself.”

She sniffs the air. “You’re right. Damn it, Lambert. We just got here. You have to sign those papers. Your lawyer was insistent on your completing this today…” She returns her attention to me. “Can he just sign the papers, and you give us a copy for his lawyer to look at? He doesn’t need any advice today. He just needs to sign. If it wasn’t for the stupid restrictions, I would have come and signed it myself.”

“I can do that…” I pause and watch as the old man slowly gets up.

He steps forward, leans in, grabs a pen, and quickly signs a napkin I have on my desk. “I’ve gotta shit!” He rasps, slowly turning around. “I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”

I watch in shock as this old man walks perfectly out of my office and hooks a left toward the bathroom. Confused, I point toward the door. “How?”

           “Don’t ask.” She’s quick to say as she walks around my desk. I inhale a cough as she rolls my chair back and quickly slides her legs on each side of me, straddling me. “Tell me, you don’t want this right here right now.”

I look at her and her beautiful blue-green eyes. Her long blonde hair and her stunning face only accent it. She smells like lilacs and fresh shampoo. Her bright white teeth give her a beautiful smile. And on any other day, I’d demolish this beautiful woman. But she’s married, and looking for sex. And I’m not in the mood to hook up with her.

“No thanks,” I say, wrapping my hands around her wrists to move her. “You’re stunning, Megan. You truly are. But I’m not looking. And you are overly blunt and have no shame of trying to seduce a man you’ve never met.”

“It’s just sex, handsome.” She leans closer to me, puckering her lips the slightest bit and even that looks sexy on her. “And I enjoy when men take control of me like you are with my hands.”

Okay, I can’t lie to myself. This woman is good at getting men to want her. Her aura alone turns me on.

“Megan,” I say commandingly, damn near losing my voice and turning my head away. “I cannot stress how badly I’d love to do this. But I can’t. Even if I said, ‘fuck it’ and decided to bend you over my desk in my office, it wouldn’t work. Number one, I have morals, which means I won’t go off and sleep with my client's wife. Number two, your husband can walk right back through that door and so can anyone else. Number three…” I pause. “Well, there isn’t a number three.”

“Is that all that’s holding you back?” She questions seductively into my ear and slides her tongue along the outer ear lobe.

This woman is persistent and not taking no for an answer!

She slowly slides her hand down to my groin, cupping me and my slowly growing cock. Her soft breath somehow smells like a bouquet of roses mixed with something sugary. Her pink lipstick acts like soft glue as she kisses my neck, causing me to go hard.

“There it is.” She softly whispers while her hand slides across the outline of my cock pressing against my pants. “I know we hardly know each other, Noah. But it’s just sex. And I’ve been wanting to sleep with you for over a year. Half this country has been wanting to sleep with you since finding out your sex scenes in that book are based on real life.”

Yeah. Except, I don’t want to sleep with everyone. That’s not who I am.

The sound of my zipper slowly unzipping as she smiles begins to cause my heart to pound faster and my body to tense up. My blood is flowing with dopamine, and my self-control needs to step up or I will bend this woman over my desk. But right now, that part of me is failing. I mean, she’s slipping her hand into my pants, and I have yet to stop her.

“I know,” I say, my breaths almost shaky as my breathing increases and my head tingles. “I’ve been told by plenty of women. But, Megan, you have to stop. You’re throwing yourself at me…” I pause and groan from the back of my throat as her hand strokes my cock, the precum slipping along her hand.

She leans closer, quickly stealing a kiss and tugging the bottom of my lip with her teeth. I can’t stop her, and I have no idea why. I’m even softly thrusting my lower body along with her hand. My breaths only seem to grow more erratic and rapid.

I am not about to fuck this random woman. I hardly know her. And I’m…

She exhales a single soft chuckle. “You’re a big boy. My hand wraps around your thick cock perfectly. But it is thick…and it is long…and I want all of you inside of me.”

Jesus Christ! She’s crazy! She has to be! Or just someone who needs sex so badly that she’ll do anything to get it.

“Megan,” I say, fighting between breaths and fighting myself from sleeping with her. “We hardly know each other. Picture this scenario. A woman walks into a financial office. Her old husband leaves. She sleeps with the financial advisor because he’s an author who wrote a book basically about his sex life.”

Her eyes light up with excitement causing her to stroke my cock harder and faster. “Oh! You could write a scene about this! Bending me over and feeling how tight I am.”

Something tells me she’s not tight.

I groan again, my hand pulling on her wrist to try to get her to stop. “You’re right. It would be a great scene. But this scene cannot happen here. Not now. It’ll have to be a different time.”

I cannot believe I am denying myself sex when I am single! This woman already has me wildly aroused to the point that I have to ‘get off’. She’s willing and she’s right. No one would come into my office if I closed that door. But I cannot do this! I might be single, but I’m not looking for sex with anyone else. And something keeps tugging me toward the other night and Harper. I know I hardly know Harper, and there might never be anything between us. But I’m the type of person that if I find interest in someone, I want it to just be them. Harper and I might never speak or see each other again, but if I sleep with Megan right now and then end up sleeping with Harper in the future, I’d feel like shit.

Why would I feel like shit? Harper could be sleeping with someone right now. We hardly know each other. We hung out once and that was it.

“Oh, dear God!” I moan as Megan brings me back to reality, slipping her hot lips around my cock, and sending my body into an overdrive of euphoric pleasure. “When the fuck did you get down there?”

She slides her mouth off. “While your head was leaned back, and you were in dreamland. I came while jerking you off. I’m so fucking wet right now it’d take less than thirty seconds to make me orgasm. I promise you I will suck you off like no one ever has before and then I will slide onto your thick cock and fuck you so good, you’ll plead for more.”

I shake my head. I’m truly losing my mind right now. My body is so fucking aroused it’s like I’ve been having sex for the past five to ten minutes and if I stop now, I will have blue balls. But I will be going against my morals and beliefs if I allow myself to fuck her.

“But Harper,” I say softly, almost inaudible.

“I’m Megan.” She says and quickly returns her hot lips to my cock, quickly sliding her mouth over the entire thing.

I moan loudly even though my office door is wide open. My hands tightly wrap around the armrests of my chair, and I raise my pelvis, slightly thrusting into her mouth. She has no gag reflex, and she’s making that more than obvious.

My heart races, my stomach spasms, my body tenses, my cock throbs, and she wasn’t lying. Her mouth is twirling and sucking in a way I’ve never felt. And Ivy spent fifteen years learning how to give me blowjobs. I thought she was a pro. But this woman is doing things to my cock that I have never felt. She wasn’t lying. If I push the slightest, I could probably come right now.

“This is not right.” I rasp as my head rests back and my lower body continues to thrust into her mouth as what feels like a whirlwind hurricane is giving my cock a massage. “Megan. I can’t stop, but we have to.”

I’m not fucking lying. I cannot stop myself. My self-control is out the fucking window. My willpower is gone. There is nothing left of me except the need to release. Is this what it feels like to be this aroused, knowing I shouldn’t be doing this but having zero power to stop? I feel fucking powerless in the worst possible way yet the best possible feeling.

She pulls her lips off. “Your cock is throbbing so hard right now. You’re about to come, aren’t you!”

I softly nod, feeling defeated and refusing to wipe away the small beads of sweat that have formed on my face. My eyes are mostly closed, and I feel like I’ve been on a treadmill for the past hour. “Yes. I am. You weren’t lying. Whatever you did with your mouth should be a crime. But it doesn’t mean we should be having sex. Where is your husband? And you can’t strip down in my office and think you can…”

She pushes the chair further back with the widest sex-drunk smile on her face. Her sex-drunk eyes look into mine like she’s about to powerhouse me.

She flashes her eyebrows, gripping my cock and sliding her legs underneath the arms of my chair. “It’s called a sundress without panties. I don’t have to take anything off…unless you want me to. I can slide my breasts out.”

“No!” I plead while gripping her ass, trying to raise her up and off me and come up with any excuse to somehow stop this twisted madness. “This has gone too far. We can’t do this. We don’t have a condom, and I am not about to get you pregnant.”

She chuckles as she slides the tip of my cock along her pussy lips, and she wasn’t kidding! She’s soaked. She’s dripping onto my cock.

“Noah.” She gasps as she slides down and onto my thick cock. “I can’t get pregnant. I’m fixed. I promised myself I’d never have kids.”

I gasp as her tight pussy wraps around my cock like a glove that is almost too tight for a hand. She wasn’t fucking lying about that either! How is she so tight?

My breaths skip with each long exhale. Her body grinds against mine as her hands slide up my neck and to my face. She knows how to grind against my body like a professional sex worker.

“Megan…” I breathe, almost inaudible as my body fills with wild rivers of pleasure leading straight to my cock. “We can’t…this…what in the fuck is happening right now!”

She chuckles, steals another kiss, and continues to bounce her ass on me, causing a small clap between us, and holy shit it’s hot! “We’re fucking and you’re realizing what you’ve missed while being married. I’m a little different when it comes to sex.”

I gasp and moan. “I…can…tell.”

My hands grab her ass tighter, helping her bounce against my body, sending the chair to squeak and roll back and forth along. With my cock only out from the zipper, her pussy is soaking my pants.

Her moans fill the room and my cock throbs harder. She leans in, our faces almost connecting. “I’m almost there.” She cries with pleasure.

She bounces her ass, moaning louder, and something inside her lights her eyes up like she’s won the lottery.

“Fuck!” She wails in pleasure.

I feel it. The walls of her pussy contract, wrapping tighter around my cock and sending me to arch my back. I can’t hold back as my cock expands inside of her, releasing. Her body milks me.  

I slide my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her in and kissing her. I don’t want to kiss this woman. But as I cum, I like kissing.

Our lips collide as her pussy helps me release, filling her. My cock throbs deep inside of her my body feeling relieved of this massive wave of built-up pleasure.

What the fuck did I just do?