Free Juice: Part Two (Juice #2) by Victoria Starke Page B

the audacity to invite a total stranger up to his place?
Then again, I hear this building has the best views of the entire city, so at
least if he kills me, it will be a beautiful place to die.
    “Sure, I hear the views are sexy,” I say, trying to use my
sultriest voice, and recover from my earlier stumble.
    “The sexiest”, he says holding my gaze and making my skin
flush.
    A short high-speed elevator trip later, I enter the 96th
floor apartment after him to a brilliant bright space, seemingly made entirely
of floor to ceiling glass, Italian marble, and plush leather seating. I walk up
to a wall of windows and can see the entirety of Central Park. The summer sun
is now setting and drawing long shadows across the cityscape.
    “Wow… we’re so high up. It’s making me dizzy.”
    “You get used it,” he says. “Here, sit for a moment.”
    I sit on a soft white leather chaise, but my eyes follow Mr.
Chase walking into his bedroom now, who’s pulling off his sweat-wicking running
shirt to reveal a muscular and tattooed back. Maybe there’s some bad boy in
this rich kid.
     “I was lying earlier,” he calls from the other room,
“It’s not my assistant that ordered your juices. I actually love these things,”
he confesses while cracking a bottle open.
     “Ha, I knew it!” I reply.
     “You know, the health and nutrition market is
something I’d like to get into,” he says while walking back over to me
shirtless. “Are you interested in investment or do you like to do it solo?” If
his back was impressive, his chest and torso are even more so. He has a huge
double-eagle tattoo framing his heaving pectoral muscles. I can’t hide my
admiration for his physique, looking up and down his frame.
    Everett is now standing just a few feet away from me while
I’m still seated. I’m again caught off guard by his candor and direct nature.
But I’m also unable not to notice the impressive bulge in his running pants,
which is starting to grow.
    I feel a warmness in my inner thighs, which I quickly
misdirect by asking, “What kind of investment can you offer? We’re one of the
fastest growing juice cleanses on the market,” I lie.
    I’m now questioning everything going on. Could he just using
his status and looks to use me for sex before tossing me out to the New York
streets? Shouldn’t I check with my business partner Piper first? Do I really
even care?
     “I created, built, and sold one of the most popular
blogging platforms in internet history, and I’m now fortunate to be in a very
strong cash position,” Everett says while pacing back and forth. “Frankly I’m
bored with this money sitting in the bank and want to make new connections with
promising upstart talents like yourself. I see a lot of potential in this
space,” he says while looking up and down my shape.
     “Are you willing to work together?”, he says with his
thick cock straining against the fabric just inches from my face.
    My clit is tingling and I’m unable to ignore my needs
anymore. “Yes, Everett, I would love to work with you,” I say as I settle into
the chaise further, and pulling him on top of me.
    We lock lips in a passionate kiss, while he pushes me into
the soft and velvety leather. His strong tongue enters my mouth with insistence
while I feel his weight over me. I shudder and feel an electricity shoot
through me as he sucks and tongues beneath my ear.
    I look up at the tall ceilings while he makes his way down
my belly to my pussy which is now drenching through my panties. I help lift up
my skirt to expose myself and give him a better view. “I forgot to wear panties
today, I hope you don’t think I’m a whore,” I say.
    Everett didn’t even respond, rather his chiseled jaw
immediately dropped to my smooth and freshly lasered pussy lips. His stiff
tongue darted around and around my clit until while I pulled his head into my
center. I always orgasm easily and all this build-up had me close to the brink.
     “Yes,