Lust in the Listings

Chapter 1: Open House, Open Desires

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Sarah, the new intern, strutted into the open house like she owned the damn place, her tight pencil skirt hugging every curve of her hips, her blouse just sheer enough to hint at the lace beneath. I’m Hugo, the top real estate agent in this city, and I’ve seen plenty of beautiful women, but none have ever made my blood boil like she does. Her sharp green eyes caught mine as she adjusted a stack of brochures on the marble countertop, a smirk playing on her lips like she knew exactly what I was thinking.

‘Hugo, you gonna stand there gawking all day, or are you actually gonna show me how to close a deal?’ Her voice was a low purr, dripping with challenge. I adjusted my tie, trying to play it cool, but my mind was already racing—imagining those long legs wrapped around me, her toned stomach pressed against mine, the way her skin would feel under my hands.

‘Careful, Sarah. I might show you more than just a deal,’ I shot back, stepping closer, the air between us crackling. Her scent—something sweet and spicy—hit me like a punch, and I swear I felt my cock twitch just from being near her. She didn’t flinch, didn’t back down. Instead, she tilted her head, her gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my throat dry.

‘Oh, I’m counting on it. I didn’t sign up to be bored,’ she quipped, her fingers brushing against my arm as she handed me a clipboard. That touch—fuck, it was electric. I could already picture her beneath me, her body arching, her moans filling the empty luxury condo we were standing in. Her flat, sexy stomach, the way it would tense as I kissed my way down… I had to shake the thought before I lost control right there.

‘You’re playing a dangerous game, intern,’ I warned, my voice rough, but she just laughed—a throaty, confident sound that sent heat straight to my core.

‘Good. I like danger. Keeps things… hard,’ she teased, her eyes flicking downward for just a split second. My breath hitched. This woman was going to be the death of me. I stepped even closer, the space between us shrinking to nothing, the tension so thick I could taste it.

‘Keep talking like that, and I’ll have to show you just how hard things can get,’ I growled, my hand brushing against her hip, testing the waters. Her smirk widened, and she leaned in, her lips so close to mine I could feel her breath.

‘Promises, promises, Hugo. Why don’t you stop selling me on it and just—’ Her words cut off as I grabbed her waist, pulling her against me, her body fitting perfectly with mine. Her gasp was sharp, but her hands were already on my chest, not pushing away, but pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of her through that damn skirt, and all I could think about was how wet she must be, how much I wanted to taste her, to feel her dripping for me.

Our lips crashed together, hungry and desperate, her tongue meeting mine with a fire that set me ablaze. My hands slid down to her ass, gripping tight, and she moaned into my mouth—a sound so fucking sexy I nearly came right then. ‘God, Sarah, you’re gonna kill me,’ I panted, my voice ragged as I pressed her against the countertop, my cock straining against my pants, aching to be inside her.

‘Then die happy,’ she shot back, her nails digging into my shoulders, her hips grinding against me, driving me wild. I could feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead, my body screaming for more, for everything. Her pussy was so close, I could almost feel it through the fabric, and I knew she was just as horny as I was, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

I was seconds away from ripping that skirt off, from sinking into her right there in this million-dollar condo, when the sound of the front door creaking open snapped us back to reality. We froze, panting, her eyes wild with lust, mine no doubt mirroring the same. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot. Sarah was mine to claim, and I’d be damned if I didn’t finish what we started.