Training Nicolette

An eBook By Reese Gabriel.

Brad looked sexy as the devil, lying on his stomach, arm draped over the edge of the bed, dirty blonde hair tousled, buck naked. "Baby, come on," he rasped, attempting to entice Nicolette for a quickie. "You've got time."

"Like hell I do," she replied, hobbling past in search of her second blue patent leather pump, the only shoes that matched her interview suit, the one she'd bought following graduation for the express purpose of landing a fabulous management track position at a Fortune 500 company.

"But you're not even meeting with them until ten," Brad made a grab for her ass as she bent over to look under the bed.

She pushed him away. "Stop it, Brad, I'm not kidding."

Brad rolled onto his back, revealing a glorious morning hard on. "You need to chill, Nicky. Climb up here and show Cowboy Brad what a good little cowgirl you are."

"I'm not riding your dick, Brad. I'm trying to get a damn job, you know, so we can eat and pay the rent?"

Brad reached for a cigarette. "You got your period or what?"

Nicolette threw up her hands. "Fuck it, I give up. I have to find my shoe, I lost the car keys and I'm like ten minutes late already! Don't you realize what an opportunity this is? Simons Inc. is one of the most prestigious privately held venture capital businesses in the country. They interview like one, maybe two members of the State University MBA class a year. You think they're gonna be cool with me showing up late because I had to take care of my horny boyfriend?"

"Horny boyfriends are the backbone of capitalism," he grinned.

Nicolette rolled her eyes. Brad was too damn smart and way too cute for his own good. She'd probably be supporting his ass for the next ten years, unless she figured out how to sell some of those abstract tin sculptures of his. "Whatever. Just please help me find my shoe."

"It's on the dresser. And the keys are in the ashtray on the coffee table."

"Thanks." She gave him a peck on the forehead. "Try to get out of bed before noon, will you?"

"You call that a kiss?" he complained.

"Anything more will start trouble and you know it."

He took hold of her upper arms and pulled her in for a deep passionate lip lock.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Their lips molded, he was about to get his tongue between her lips. Her brain was screaming no, but her body was itching to collaborate, Brad's little slut, totally inappropriate sense of timing as always.

"Brad..." She tried to breathe. "Please..."

He unbuttoned her jacket and pulled her blouse out of her skirt. "Just give in, baby, Bradley knows what you need."

She bit her lip as his hands worked up under her bra grasping her breasts. He knew just how to work her, just how to caress her nipples into aching points, converting her into a mass of squirming need.

"I-I need to go..."

"No, honey, you need to come."

He was right. She did need it...

She was too hungry to take off her panties. She straddled his rock hard erection, pulling aside the silk panel. She took him in one smooth motion, to the hilt, deep inside her wet, hot sex.

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