Chapter 1: Open House, Open Desire
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Sarah, the new intern, strutted into the open house like she owned the damn place, her pencil skirt hugging every curve of her hips, her blouse just tight enough to hint at the perfection beneath. I’m Hugo, the top real estate agent in this city, and I’ve seen plenty of beautiful women walk through these million-dollar properties, but none of them ever made my pulse race like this. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and those sharp green eyes caught mine with a glint of mischief as she approached.
“Nice place, Hugo,” she said, her voice smooth as silk, a smirk playing on her lips. “But I bet you’ve got better hidden gems to show me.”
I grinned, leaning against the marble countertop of the kitchen we were showcasing. “Oh, I’ve got plenty to show, Sarah. Question is, can you handle the full tour?”
She stepped closer, her heels clicking on the polished floor, the scent of her perfume—something sweet and dangerous—hitting me like a punch. “Try me, boss. I’m not here to play it safe.”
Fuck, that confidence. It was like a match to gasoline. My eyes dipped to her waist, that sexy curve of her belly just visible through the fabric when she shifted her weight. I wanted to run my hands over it, feel the heat of her skin under my fingers. “Careful, intern,” I teased, my voice low. “You’re stepping into dangerous territory.”
“Danger’s my middle name,” she shot back, her gaze locking with mine, challenging me. “What’s yours? Chicken?”
I laughed, a rough sound that betrayed how much I wanted her. “You’ve got a mouth on you. Keep talking like that, and I might have to shut you up.”
“Promises, promises,” she purred, stepping even closer, her hand brushing against my arm as she reached for a brochure on the counter. The touch was electric, sending a jolt straight to my cock. I was getting hard just from her proximity, and I knew she could tell. Her eyes flicked down for a split second, and that smirk widened.
“See something you like?” I asked, my voice husky, daring her to keep pushing.
“Oh, I see plenty,” she replied, her tone dripping with innuendo. “But I’m more of a hands-on learner. Care to teach me a thing or two about... closing a deal?”
My control was slipping. I could feel the heat building, my thoughts consumed by the image of her beneath me, her moans filling this empty mansion. Her belly, that perfect, taut curve—I wanted to kiss my way down it, taste every inch. “You’re playing with fire, Sarah,” I warned, stepping forward so our bodies were inches apart.
“Then burn me,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, her hand sliding up my chest. I could feel her heartbeat, fast and wild, matching mine. We were both sweating now, the tension so thick it was suffocating. I was horny as hell, and I could see in her eyes she was just as wet, just as ready.
I grabbed her waist, pulling her against me, feeling the heat of her body through that damn skirt. “You’re gonna regret teasing me,” I growled, my lips brushing her neck.
“Make me,” she challenged, her voice a mix of command and need, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she pressed herself closer, her ass grinding against me in a way that made me groan. I was panting now, desperate to feel her, to rip that blouse off and see her dripping for me. This was it—the point of no return.
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