Open House Desires

Chapter 1: The First Showing

I couldn’t take my eyes off her the moment she walked into the office. Sarah, the new intern, had a fire in her stride that made every head turn. She was sharp, confident, and carried herself like she owned the damn place. I’m Hugo, a seasoned real estate agent, and I’ve seen plenty of beautiful women in my line of work, but none like her. Her curves were a fucking masterpiece—those hips swaying under her tight pencil skirt, and that flat, toned stomach peeking out just slightly when she reached for a file. I was already imagining running my hands over it, feeling the heat of her skin.

‘Hugo, you’re showing me the ropes today, right?’ Sarah’s voice snapped me out of my haze. Her smirk told me she knew exactly where my mind had wandered. She leaned over my desk, her blouse dipping just enough to tease a glimpse of lace. My throat went dry.

‘Yeah, I’ve got a property to show this afternoon. High-end. You’re coming with,’ I said, trying to keep my cool. But fuck, her scent—something sweet and spicy—was already driving me wild.

‘Good. I’m a quick learner, but I expect a thorough lesson,’ she shot back, her eyes glinting with mischief. Was she flirting? Hell, I hoped so.

By the time we got to the empty luxury condo, the tension between us was electric. The place was all sleek lines and floor-to-ceiling windows, but all I could see was Sarah. She walked ahead, inspecting the space, her ass perfectly framed in that skirt. I wanted to grab her right there, pin her against the marble counter.

‘So, Hugo, how do you close a deal in a place like this?’ she asked, turning to face me. She stepped closer, her voice low and teasing. ‘Do you sweet-talk the client, or do you just… take control?’

I grinned, stepping into her space. ‘Depends on the client. Some need a firm hand. What about you, Sarah? How do you like to be handled?’

Her laugh was sharp, cutting through the silence of the empty room. ‘Oh, I don’t get handled, Hugo. I do the handling.’ She pushed me back against the wall, her hands firm on my chest. My cock twitched instantly, already hard just from her touch. This woman was trouble, and I was fucking here for it.

‘You think you can take charge of me?’ I challenged, my voice rough. I grabbed her hips, pulling her closer until I could feel the heat of her body against mine. That sexy stomach of hers pressed against me, and I nearly lost it. I wanted to taste every inch of her.

‘Try me,’ she whispered, her lips hovering over mine. Her breath was hot, and I could see the hunger in her eyes. She wasn’t backing down, and neither was I. My hands slid down to her ass, gripping tight as I ground against her. She let out a low moan, and fuck, it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. Sarah was making me ache in ways I hadn’t felt in years.

‘Goddamn, Sarah, you’re driving me insane,’ I growled, my lips brushing her neck. Her skin was soft, and I could feel her pulse racing under my tongue. She tilted her head back, giving me more access, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

‘Keep going, Hugo. Show me how much you want this,’ she demanded, her voice dripping with authority. And hell, I was ready to give her everything. My hands were already tugging at her skirt, desperate to feel her wet, to see her come undone under me. I could tell she was just as horny as I was, her breathing heavy, her body practically trembling with need.

We were seconds away from tearing each other’s clothes off, the air thick with the promise of raw, unfiltered passion. I knew once we crossed this line, there’d be no going back—and I didn’t want to.