I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.

I’m lying on the couch, taking a fifteen-minute break from my work project, my fingers pressed firmly into the corners of my eyes. My headphones are in, Patty Griffin singing softly about things that don’t come easy.

I focus on my breathing, in for four. Hold…out for four.

It isn’t helping.

So, I’ve decided it might be a good idea to indulge in a little distraction. Maybe losing myself for a few minutes is exactly what I need. I let my hand drift lower beneath the hem of my shorts and into my panties. 

I’ve always been blessed, or cursed, with a vivid imagination. Today, it settles on him. My online crush. A sexy, middle-aged man with piercing eyes and the kind of confidence that comes from knowing what he wants. Strong hands. An easy smile.

The sort of body that suggests equal devotion to the gym, the golf course, and enjoying life.

In my mind, he’s beside me before I even realize I’ve invited him there.

He doesn’t rush. In my fantasy, he never does. He knows I’m wound too tight, carrying too much, thinking too hard.

The couch dips beneath his weight, and somehow that alone feels like relief.

At first, he settles between my thighs, his palms under me, lifting me to meet his mouth. He bites playfully at my inner thighs and circles me softly with his tongue, driving me wild and making me squirm. 

He moves over me, reaching up and gently pulling one earbud free, letting it dangle against my shoulder. I can feel the warmth of his breath near my ear.

“How’s Daddy’s baby girl today?” he asks softly. “Miss me?”

The question alone nearly undoes me.

I turn my head just enough to meet his eyes. The kind that makes you feel seen and wanted all at once.

“Maybe,” I whisper.

He smiles because he knows better.

His hand brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch impossibly gentle. He kisses my forehead first, then my cheek, as he presses himself against me, flooding me before pushing firmly, filling me. Jesus, I can feel him everywhere. 

“Relax. Let me take care of you for a while,” he whispers.

I close my eyes.

His pace was steady, and it makes me animalistic. He started kissing me softly on my neck. The room filled with soft sounds neither of us intended to make.

I breathed him in.

Dior Sauvage Elixir. So fucking sexy. 

“God, baby,” he murmurs, his voice rough around the edges, “you feel amazing.”

“You want Daddy to help you forget about work for a while longer?” 

He smiles as he turns me over, face down, placing two pillows under my hips. 

I look back over my shoulder, “Yes, Daddy.” 

He doesn't hesitate. 

My body resists slightly at first, but eventually yields to him. I love this part most, when he takes what he wants, knowing exactly what I need. 

But he is patient and relentless all at once.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, his voice rough against my ear. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

And somehow, I do.

He stretches me, the sensation is equal parts discomfort mixed with pure ecstasy, and when he lets loose his pace, increasing my body shudders uncontrollably. Shortly after, he too loses himself deep inside of me, filling me with his heat. 

And just like that, the noise in my head finally goes quiet.

What project?