Mr. Hott Mess - Page 4/30

Lunch was scrumptious and well deserved but it was now time to get back to the real world, as i made my way to the counter to pick up a blueberry muffin i found myself stepping on others territory. As i look up to see the owner of this soft masculine hand that was in twined with mine my breath caught as i saw two turquoise eyes stared back at me smiling with perfectly chizzled cheek bones stretching the thin pink lips that sheltered his white manicured teeth.

I looked down to see his layered abs bursting for air through his grey silk shirt leading down to his buldge in his slacks who seemed aroused to see me. Damn, what a hunk.

'Meeca ' what was that all about?',

'Girl i think i just soaked my panties hahahah'

Meeca 'hahah but i got to admit, he was one fine piece o' ass'

And with that i caught a cab and head back to work.

Back at the office i sat in my very expensive but comfortable reclyner rubbing the back of my hand still feeling the soft imprint of his Palm on mine, squirming in my chair as goosebumps ran over my body as the taught of him pinning me down with his strong muscular arms, laying on top of me dripping with hottness stretching me out with his thick, massive,