by Celia Kyle
“You can do it. Come and then I’ll fuck you and make love to you like no other.”
Talk of fucking and being fucked brought her higher and her body reacted without her. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around Paul’s fingers, milking him. She came with a scream, Paul’s name on her lips while her abdomen tightened and her body acted as if it wanted to curl into a small ball of immense pleasure.
Paul continued. He kept circling, rubbing, and stroking her as the tremors eased and slowed to a sporadic tightening of muscles and nerves until he finally pulled his fingers free of her pussy.
Ember whimpered and opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes locked onto hers, he slipped two fingers into his mouth and moaned. Not just any two fingers. No, he licked, sucked, and cleaned the two fingers that had been inside her… and he acted like he liked it. Hell, almost as if he enjoyed her taste.
Whoa.
Before she could blink, Paul eased away from her and stood by the bed. Gazes still intent on one another, she could see his desire for her burning bright in his eyes. Leather sliding against leather distracted her and she focused on the movements of his hands as he slipped his belt off. As soon as the belt was discarded, the pants began to follow. The wet spot on the front of his slacks didn’t matter any longer. She wanted what the finely woven wool held within.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Paul flicked the button and lowered the zipper with lightning speed to reveal his cock. Gods, how could she have ever thought of a man’s cock as a thing, an “it” to be feared? Paul was… beautiful. Her fingers itched to stroke him, pet him, as he had done to her. But her inexperience kept her frozen to her spot on the bed. He could ask, direct her, but she wouldn’t make the first move.
She licked her lips, imagining his taste. His skin had been clean and slightly salty; she imagined his male musk was more concentrated around his cock.
Dark hair surrounded Paul’s erection, an extension of the hair on his stomach and chest. His cock appeared to be about eight inches in length and her mouth watered at the thought of wrapping her lips around his wide girth. Just when she was building the courage to ask if she could have a taste, he changed directions on her.
“I think someone’s a bit overdressed.”
Her attention shot to his face. The man simply smirked and quirked a brow at her. Did they really have to get all the way naked?
“Yes, you really have to get all the way naked. I want to kiss and lick every inch of you, starting with your mouth, all the way to your toes and back again.”
Ember dropped back onto the bed with a gasp and covered her mouth. “I said that out loud?”
Paul crawled between her legs, this time it was his heated, uncovered cock nestling into the valley of her pussy. She closed her eyes with a moan, hips rising to meet his.
He nibbled and nipped the fingers covering her mouth. “Yeah, you did. Now, let’s get you naked. You have to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on and I can’t wait to see all of you.”
She swallowed hard. “There’s a lot to see,” she whispered, wincing at how idiotic and needy she sounded.
“More for me to love, baby. More for me to lick, suck, fuck and make love to all night.”
She shook her head. Nope. No one wanted her all night, least of all a hunk like Paul Ashe.
“Quit shaking your head at me or I’ll turn you over my knee. Men can’t lie about what turns them on, Em, and my cock is so hard I could hang a billboard from it.”
Suddenly, the image of a giant billboard hanging from Paul’s erect cock, in the middle of Times Square, filled her mind and she couldn’t hold back the laugh. She opened her eyes, stared into Paul’s and felt herself relax. He was right. A man wouldn’t be as hard as he was if he weren’t interested. From the shaft nestled in her cleft, she knew the man on top of her was very interested.
He pressed a kiss to her nose. “That’s better. Now, let’s strip you so I can have my wicked way with you.”
It didn’t take long for Paul to get his way once he’d set his mind to something. Like a dog with a bone, he wouldn’t let Ember be bashful or shy or crawl under the covers after she’d stripped. The ass.
After guiding her to her feet, he tugged and pulled on her skirt till it fell around her ankles. Her blouse soon followed, though thankfully he didn’t pop the buttons as he’d done to his shirt. Her bra went next and when he was done, she stood there in all her chubby naked glory. Looking down at her saggy boobs, pudgy stomach and dimpled legs, Ember resolved to start a new diet first thing the next morning. Of course, Paul’s opinion of her changed her mind real quick.
“Beautiful. So fucking gorgeous. I’m going to come before I even sink into you. Damn, Em.”
It was his sincerity that won her over. Words were just that, words. She worked in advertising and knew the power of speech and print. But the look in his eyes proved to her that he meant every single syllable.
Emboldened by his response to her naked body, she closed the distance between them and brushed a soft kiss across his lips. His tongue chased her, but she pulled back before he could deepen the kiss. She took a step toward the bed and without thinking twice, jumped and landed with a bounce in the middle of the mattress.
Giggling, she held her arms out to Paul. “Well, we can’t have you ending before things get started. Get over here hot stuff.”
Hot stuff? Gah! I’m an idiot!
Paul didn’t seem to notice.
He pounced on her with a growl, pushing her back against the mattress while he loomed over her. “I’ll show you an ending, baby.”
Paul caught her lips in a tangle of tongues. Swirling, licking and dipping, they tasted each other while his hands roamed her body. His fingers stroked and pinched her breasts while she moaned into his mouth, urging him on without words. At some point, words weren’t needed.
He touched every inch of her. If she moaned, he repeated the caress. If she groaned, he stopped until she whimpered in protest. Again and again he played the game, the whole time stoking her fires higher, hotter, harder. A searing ache formed low in her belly that could only be put out with a massive climax. She figured she had just the man for the job.
When she thought she couldn’t take any more tormenting, she begged for what her pussy demanded.
Ember twined her fingers through Paul’s hair and yanked his head from her breast. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep, or slow and tender—whatever you want. But fuck me, now.” She needed to come.
An easy grin broke out on his face and Paul braced himself above her as she breathed a sigh of relief. This was something she knew from other lover’s: the fucking position. He shifted his hips, nestling the tip of his cock into the valley of her opening. Her thighs spread for him. Never before had she wanted to be filled like this. Sure, she’d had sex before, but she had never craved another man inside her like this.
“You ready, Em. Ready for this cock to fill your sweet pussy? Ready to be made love to? To be fucked?”
Yes, please. All of the above!
He chuckled and belatedly she realized she’d spoken aloud, again. Before she could get embarrassed for being so damned brazen, Paul entered her. Not slow and sweet, but fierce and hard. In one giant thrust he filled her to near bursting, stretching her rarely used pussy to capacity, almost to the point of pain, but the pure pleasure overrode everything.
She clawed and scratched his forearms while she arched her back; a cry tore from her lips. So good, so hot, and so full.
“Fuck, baby, be still. So fucking tight and hot. Fucking perfect.”
Fucking. They needed to get to fucking and moving and if he didn’t move she’d scream and—
He moved. Withdrawing and then slowly thrusting home again. Like the Fourth of July and New Years all rolled into one, her body was aflame with sensation.
Without words, Paul set a slow, lingering pace of thrust and retreat. The ebb and flow of their lovemaking was tender. Soft pants mingled with s
ofter moans as their bodies continued engaging in the sinuous primal dance.
His cock stroked and petted her inner walls, teasing the special spot within her pussy that made her whole body come alive with tingles of pleasure. The electric shocks of her approaching orgasm danced along her nerves, lighting them on fire. They burned brighter and hotter than the sun itself as they made love.
In and out. In and out. Over and again he stroked his cock into her cunt until she couldn’t hold her orgasm at bay any longer. With each thrust, his muscles became more taut beneath her fingertips and she imagined that his own climax was fast approaching.
“Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me hard and make me come. Please.” She’d fast learned that he couldn’t deny her pleading. As if the one tiny word was all it took for him to lose control, Paul increased his pace to that of a jackhammer. He pounded her pussy in the most delicious way so that, within mere seconds, her climax washed over her like a great tsunami, destroying her and tearing down every wall around her heart that she’d ever built.
Paul tensed and strained above her, panting, groaning, and moaning until he froze, her name on his lips. He jerked as he came, pumping his pulsing cock into her cunt with a few last forceful thrusts until he collapsed over her, his harsh breathing fanning her ear. After a few seconds, he rolled to the side and pulled her with him, tucking her head against his chest.
Yeah, this was the perfect way to say goodbye to her old life and get on with the new.
Perfect.
Chapter Four
“Fallon and Associates, Mr. Fallon’s office, Ember speaking, how can I help you?”
Perfect. Perfection.
Okay, it wasn’t the perfection she’d been dreaming of two months ago, but a job as Jake Fallon’s assistant was a hell of a lot better than working for Claudette, Constance, and Clementine at Ellason Advertising. At least at Fallon and Associates, Jake had told her she’d have a job with the ad squad just as soon as she got her degree. Even now, as his assistant, she sat in on meetings and he coached her on thinking “outside the box” when it came to brainstorming ad campaigns. Jake was considered a bit of an oddball in the advertising world, but Fallon was still a respected agency and Ember thanked God for her job everyday.
Of course, getting the job had taken every bit of determination she had, but she knew it had been worth it. Out from under the evil of her stepmother and stepsisters, she felt better already. And it’d only been two months! She couldn’t imagine how much better she’d feel after a year.
“This is Paul. I need to speak with Jake.” The gruff voice coming from the phone pulled her from her thoughts and her heart froze in her chest. Paul. The name brought back memories, but that voice—that voice threw her into the thick of her most lurid memories of her time with Paul Ashe.
Oh, fuck a duck. It was Paul Ashe on the phone. Did he hunt her down? Had he figured out who she was? Oh, shit, was he going to get her fired?
Only through the grace of God and non-disclosure agreements had she secured a job with Jake Fallon. Was Paul calling to try and mess it up in some way? She swallowed past the lump in her throat.
She’d avoided Paul’s calls to the Ellason offices after their one night together. Hell, it hadn’t even been a full night. They’d slept for a while and Ember woke, still wrapped in Paul’s arms. Before he awoke, she gathered her clothes, snuck into the living room, and called a cab. She dressed hastily in his entryway as she kept an eye out the window for her ride. Within minutes, the car arrived and she dashed through the front door, never to see Paul again. Sure, he’d sent flowers to the office to “Em,” but she’d tossed the card and set the roses out for everyone to enjoy. For all the employees knew, Claudette had let a few pennies loose to buy something nice for the office. Right. The only one who knew the “big secret” was Marnie.
“I’m sorry, Paul, but Mr. Fallon is in a meeting at the moment. Can I take a message?”
Paul sighed. “Tell Jake I’ll be by on Wednesday at two.”
Before she could check Jake’s schedule or utter a word, Paul was gone and a dial tone sounded through the phone.
Shocked, Ember opened Jake’s schedule in Outlook and checked to see if he was available to meet with Paul. Thankfully, he was. Too bad she’d have to be at the office as well. What the hell was she going to do?
Before thinking twice or worrying about her new company’s policy regarding personal calls, she called Marnie. Her friend answered it on the first ring like a dutiful little administrative assistant, and Ember didn’t let her get through her spiel. “Paul’s coming.”
“Well, don’t you think that’s something you two should do in private, or is this something you decided to share with the class?”
Gah! Marnie and her humor. “No, I mean, he’s coming to my office. He’s coming to see Jake on Wednesday. Shit, Marnie, what am I gonna do?”
Marnie snorted. “You know, I don’t know why you don’t just call him. He’s obviously interested in you. Do you know how many calls I’ve fielded from that man? How many different ways I’ve had to tell him that Em is busy? I’m telling you, Ember, he’s got it bad whether you decide to see it or not.”
Ember bit her lip and rolled her eyes. They’d had this conversation before. Many, many times. “There is no way Mr. Paul ‘built like a Greek god’ Ashe has got anything bad…” Oh my God! “Shit, Marnie, what if he’s got some venereal disease that he wants to warn me about? What… fuck, we didn’t use a condom—what if he’s got AIDS or something?”
Ember bounced her head on the desk. “Idiot, idiot, idiot…”
“Ember, you’re an idiot!”
“No, you think? We just got so caught up in the moment and…”
“For the love of… I wasn’t talking about not using a condom, though you are an idiot and we’ll have that conversation separate from this one. I meant you’re an idiot if you think some man is going to send you a dozen roses every day for a month because he wants to tell you he’s got VD.” Her best friend sighed. One of those long, drawn out ones and Ember knew she wasn’t done.
“Go ahead. Say it.”
“Dumbass!”
They both broke into a fit of giggles and Ember caught herself before her giggle turned into an all-out laugh. Jake was laid back, but she didn’t want to push her luck when it came to acting up in the office.
“Okay, maybe I’m a bit moronic.”
“Two words, Ember. Dumb. Ass.”
She cleared her throat. The truth hurt. “Anyway, what am I going to do about Wednesday? The man’s been sending flowers this whole time. How do you think he’ll react to seeing me in the flesh, so to speak, after two months? I should call in sick, right? Right. That’s what I’ll do. I don’t have any sick time, but I can still pay the bills if I miss one day. Of course, I haven’t been at this job for long. Should I let him chase me away from my job?
“Ember. Shut it. I don’t know what you’ll do, but we’ll think of something.”
Chapter Five
Two days later something turned out to be nothing. Not a thing. The whole best defense is a good offense idea recommended by Marnie’s brother was lost on the two women.
Defense, offense… Ember wondered if there was a no-fense option. She didn’t want to face Paul. At first, she’d run from embarrassment and fear. In her mind, Paul had been drinking a lot and she didn’t want him waking up with her and saying something stupid. Like that she wasn’t just ugly, but coyote ugly. Nope, a grisly morning after wasn’t Em’s idea of fun, so she ran.
Then, after the running was through, she kept on running. Especially when she realized that perhaps Paul Ashe was interested in her. Her! Perfectly plump Ember Ellason. It didn’t matter that she’d kinda sorta lied about who she was.
Okay, lots of kinda and no sorta. She lied. That was another reason for not coming clean. Between the chub, the running, and the lies, she figured staying away from Paul Ashe was best. Even if he didn’t realize how fortunate he was to not have her in his life.
Fortunate. Yeah.
* * * *
The day finally dawned like any other and Em tromped into work at eight with everyone else. She checked emails, filled coffee mugs, sat in on a few meetings with Jake and basically went about her day as if it were any other. Though she did stay away from food of any kind. Even the yummy yogurt parfait Jake sat on her desk when he sailed through the doors at ten. He was already fifteen minutes late for his meeting. Ember tossed the yogurt into the refrigerator while he met with his department heads. Her stomach just wasn’t up to tolerating anything at all.
Two o’clock rolled around and she just couldn’t seem to sit still. Instead of sitting at her desk and completing the spreadsheet she’d been working on, she left to walk around the office. She’d become friendly with a few other ladies since she started at Fallon and Associates. Now was as good a time as any to visit. She wasn’t avoiding Jake’s office because Paul was due to come by. Nope. Nu uh. Not at all.
Just her luck, all of the other admins were too busy to chat. Damn it. Ember weaved back through the cubicles that she lovingly referred to as a Habitrail for overgrown hamsters, and headed back toward her own space. She took the long way, of course.
She checked her watch as she neared her cubicle and was happy to note that it was already fifteen after. Maybe she’d get lucky and Paul would already be in Jake’s office.
Ember rounded the last corner, a tiny pep in her step at the prospect of managing to avoid an embarrassing confrontation, when an all-too familiar voice called out to her.
“Em?”
She cringed, shoulders rising nearly to her ears and eyes squeezed shut. Maybe, just maybe, if she kept her eyes closed, she’d turn invisible. It worked for three year olds. Sort of.
“Em, is that you?” The voice drew closer and she knew it was inevitable, might as well face the music.
She opened her eyes a tad, just enough to recognize the shock that quickly turned to anger on Paul’s face. Just as she opened her mouth to say… something, Jake interrupted.
