Chapter 1: The Seductive Showing
I’ve been in real estate for a decade, but nothing could’ve prepared me for Sarah. She’s the new intern at the agency, all sharp wit and fiery confidence, with a body that could stop traffic. I’m Hugo, 34, seasoned at closing deals, but damn, she’s the toughest negotiation I’ve ever faced. Today, I’m showing her the ropes at an upscale penthouse listing—floor-to-ceiling windows, marble counters, the works. But all I can focus on is her.
She’s striding ahead of me, her heels clicking on the hardwood, that tight pencil skirt hugging her curves like it’s a second skin. Her ass sways with every step, and I’m trying to keep my thoughts professional, but fuck, it’s a losing battle. Her long, dark hair cascades down her back, and when she turns to face me, those piercing green eyes cut right through my bullshit.
“So, Hugo,” she says, her voice dripping with a challenge, “you gonna teach me how to sell a place like this, or are you just gonna stare at my ass all day?”
I smirk, adjusting my tie, trying to play it cool while my pulse hammers. “I’m multitasking, Sarah. Appreciating the view while strategizing. This place sells itself—luxury, privacy, a bed with a view of the city skyline. Perfect for… late-night negotiations.”
She laughs, sharp and unapologetic, stepping closer. “Oh, I bet you’ve closed a lot of ‘deals’ up here, haven’t you? What’s your pitch? ‘Buy this penthouse, and I’ll throw in a personal tour of the bedroom’?”
Her words hit like a punch, and I can’t help but grin. “Only for the right client. You interested in a private showing?”
She doesn’t back down, her gaze locking with mine, electric. “Depends. You gonna make it worth my while, or are you all talk?”
Fuck, she’s bold. I step closer, the air between us crackling. I can smell her perfume—something spicy and intoxicating. My eyes drop to her lips, then lower, to the way her blouse clings to her chest, hinting at what’s underneath. My mind’s racing, picturing her flat, sexy stomach, the way it’d feel under my hands, smooth and warm. I’m already half-hard just thinking about it.
“Sarah,” I murmur, voice low, “I don’t do half-measures. You want a tour? I’ll show you every damn inch.”
Her lips curl into a wicked smile, and she tilts her head, challenging. “Prove it, then. Start with the bedroom. I wanna see if the view’s as good as you claim.”
We move toward the master suite, tension thick as hell. She’s walking with purpose, and I’m right behind, my eyes glued to her every move. My cock’s straining against my slacks now, and I don’t even care if she notices. I want her to know what she’s doing to me. Her confidence, her sharp tongue—it’s driving me fucking wild.
Inside the bedroom, the city sprawls out beyond the glass, but I don’t give a shit about the view outside. She turns to me, leaning against the edge of the king-sized bed, her posture daring me to make a move. “Well?” she taunts, crossing her arms, pushing her chest out just enough to make my mouth go dry. “I’m waiting, Hugo. Show me why this place is worth the price tag.”
I close the distance, my hands itching to touch her. “It’s not about the place,” I growl, voice rough with need. “It’s about what happens in it.” My fingers brush her hip, testing the waters, and she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she steps into me, her breath hot against my neck.
“Then make it happen,” she whispers, her tone commanding, not a hint of hesitation. “I’m not here to play games.”
That’s it. I’m done holding back. My hands grip her waist, pulling her against me, feeling the heat of her body through that damn skirt. Her stomach presses against mine, and fuck, it’s as sexy as I imagined—toned, perfect, begging to be kissed. I’m hard as hell now, and she knows it, grinding just enough to make me groan. Her moans start soft, teasing, and they’re already unraveling me. She feels so fucking good, I can’t think straight.
Our lips crash together, hungry, desperate, and I know this is just the beginning. The penthouse echoes with the promise of what’s coming—sweating, panting, her wet and dripping for me, my cock buried deep. But for now, I’m lost in her taste, her fire, and the way she’s taking control as much as I am.
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