Chapter 1: Wrecked

Zack

The incredibly sexy host of On Location with Caroline Quinn was the kind of woman who made the air feel lighter and sweeter whenever she walked into a room.

She was thirty-nine, five-seven in bare feet, with long, tanned, athletic legs that turned simple khaki field shorts into something borderline criminal. She had sun-streaked blonde hair that never stayed fully tamed. It was usually twisted up loosely so a few strands always fell against her sharp cheekbones. Her beautiful blue-green eyes missed nothing and somehow still managed to look intrigued. Her full lips curved into the kind of smile that made people lean in closer. She had the strong, narrow shoulders of someone who carried her own gear through war zones, a soft flare at her hips, and big, gorgeous tits that filled out a white linen blouse in a way that made concentration basically impossible. Everything about her was clean lines and quiet confidence. She had the body of a woman who stayed fit because the job demanded it and yet still looked soft and fuckable where it counted.

She was confident and brave whereas I was ... well ... let’s just say risk-averse. I had spent the last eight weeks in Southeast Asia trying not to get rock hard every time she leaned over my shoulder in the edit bay. It was a losing battle. The scent of her skin after a long day in the field, the way her blouse pulled tight across her chest when she reached for something, the low laugh she gave when something actually surprised her ... it all lived rent-free in my head. At night in the hotel, I would lie there thinking about what those long legs would feel like wrapped around me, what that mouth would look like wrapped around my cock, how her voice would sound if she ever said my name while I was inside her. I was twenty-two, three months out of college, and completely gone for a woman who treated me like a slightly amusing junior colleague.