*This works stand-alone, but it’s also the last of four parts of a four-part series. Check my post history for parts 1-3 (I only post sexy stories, you’ll find them quick). Also some of the same characters from this series appear in other stories. They’re all stand-alone, but the connections are there if you look for it. Anyway, the story…*
Mark leaned his elbows on his desk, lost in thought, studying a sheaf of papers bound together by a thick staple. The papers were a print-out of emails sent years ago between two other people, but the thoughts that Mark were lost in were about his daughter’s friend Kiara. Thoughts of how amazing a fuck she had been yesterday, and how sexy she looked, shooting him needy looks with his spunk dripping down her chin.
Mark shook his head and spun his chair around, to face the floor-to-ceiling window. He looked out at the rooftops below, the bay in the distance, the headlands beyond. He took in the view, trying to focus on his work. But the memory of Kiara’s face framed by red hair, green eyes wide open, breath coming in heavy pants, sheen of sweat across her cheeks, moaning in ecstasy, inches from his while he held her against the wall and fucked her… shit… what was he working on?