Magic Pussy

The first day he walked into the office, I noted how he towered over me, even in my three-inch heels. When he shook my hand and introduced himself, his country twang had my knees near buckling. A quick recovery kept him from having to grab my waist to steady me, although I wouldn’t have minded. 

I had received a promotion a month prior to his arrival. When my editor told me I’d be training my replacement before going back to the news desk, I dreaded meeting him. I enjoyed being the sports editor, especially since I’m a woman of color and the man before me held the position for nearly two decades. In fact, not many women have worked for this small Northern California newspaper at all. 

To hold this position of power and then to have to hand it back to a man frustrated me to no end. I didn’t want to be saddled with some newbie white boy from the South who just finished college and was getting his feet wet at my expense. But my initial instinct to protest was quickly overcome when I met Reese. Something about his blue eyes and Southern charm sent me into a spiral I never wanted to leave. Suffice to say, I changed my outlook quickly with the zing of electricity that flowed through me from his touch when we shook hands.

“Training” Reese was seriously distracting me from my work—longing to hear his goofy laugh, savoring the way his sandy brown hair tended to cover one of his eyes if he didn’t slick it back, and eyeing the presence of his veins popping through his very muscular arms. A month into training him, I couldn’t be sure if he was flirting or picking at me because he could…

“Hey, Renee.” I look up from my computer at the sound of his husky drawl. “I’m not sure how to set the lines up on this page. Can you come show me again? My apologies—you’re very good at explaining, but I think I was a little distracted the last time you were over here.”

“Distracted by what, Reese?”

His eyes scan my face, but he says nothing—the way his irises darken speaks volumes. He has a way of changing my mood from annoyed to wanting him like crazy—I knew I needed to bed him at least once. So I could start focusing on work again… or something like that. 

I walk over to his cubicle, and see on his screen that the text boxes and photos are completely out of frame. I bend forward and locate the button to make the rulers pop up on the screen. When I glance back to grab his attention, I catch his eyes lingering on my ass. He doesn’t look apologetic, he just slowly brings his gaze to meet mine.

“Oh, right. The rulers. That would be helpful if I kept them on.”

I squint at him, but say nothing. His smirk has me ready to kiss it right off his face.

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