by M T Stone
More than a bit stunned, I pick up the piece of paper and read the hastily written resignation letter. Leave it to Kayla to make it as official as possible even though she only had a few minutes, a pen, and notepad.
Dear Mr. Blake Taylor,
I, Kayla Young, officially announce my resignation from Taylor, Hastings & Reed, effective immediately.
The past ten years have been very rewarding. I've enjoyed working for you and managing a very successful team dedicated to serving our clients to the best of our abilities. After looking through our memories, however, I have come to the conclusion that I can no longer be employed by the firm.
Thank you for the opportunities that you have provided me. I hope to see our relationship move in a new, more fulfilling direction. If I can be of any assistance during this transition, please don't hesitate to ask.
Sincerely,
Ms. Kayla Young
1/18/2017
Chapter 5
Kayla
As I sit in silence watching Blake read the resignation letter, I can feel my heart practically beating out of my chest. By the initial scowl on his face, I have to wonder if I misunderstood the hints he has been dropping. The intensity with which he is reading the words is killing me. He sets down the letter, turns, and walks away from me toward the refrigerator. Son of a bitch! He didn’t say a word. He clears his throat and shakes his head before opening the fridge door. My heart drops. How could I have misread what he was implying?
He reaches to the back of the top shelf and pulls out a shiny, gold colored box. He turns and sets it on the counter. The label on the side of box indicates that it’s a bottle of 2009 Cristal. “You finally got the message,” he says with a smile breaking through the facade. “I’ve looked through that book about a dozen times in the past five years. Each time, I’ve thought about firing you.”
Tears fill my eyes as he pulls the bottle from the box and cuts the foil. “You have no idea how many times I have wished that it was me going to the Bahamas with you instead of those stupid interns,” I admit, my voice still crackling. “Every time that you returned and the intern disappeared into the void, I would breathe a sigh of relief. I thought for sure you would click with one of them, and then I would have to either fight for you or let you go.”
“Fight for me?” he replies with a surprised look. “You have never had to fight for me. Have you forgotten that you were the one who always turned me down? That’s why I decided to forget about it and leave you alone.”
I push the bottle of champagne to the side and slip my arms around him, squeezing tightly against his chest. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot,” I reply. “I just thought that maybe time had passed us by because you only seemed interested in girls who were barely old enough to legally have a cocktail.” I look up at him through tear-blurred eyes.
“That was just an easy way to stay out of any serious relationships. I have nothing in common with those girls,” he replies, taking my head in his hands. “You’re the only one I’ve ever truly wanted. I’ve known since I was sixteen that you’re my soulmate. Your resignation is officially accepted.” He turns my back to the wall and pushes me up against it, kissing me hard. Our hungry lips and tongues seem to be unable to get enough of each other. The smell of his skin, the taste of his lips, and the passion in his touch are enough to instantly melt me. Every care in my world immediately evaporates into the distance, and the only thing remaining in my entire consciousness is this hunk of a man, my lifelong best friend who has me pinned up against the wall and is kissing me like I’ve never been kissed in my entire life.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing that,” he says after pulling back to take a breath. “I honestly can’t believe it’s finally happening. I think this is going to be a night that we never forget.” His hands remain on my cheeks as I stare into his dark, sexy eyes. The fact that this is a dream come true for him simply blows my mind. If I had known that he still felt this way about me, I would’ve never joined the firm as his executive assistant. I can still help with anything that he needs—I just can’t be on the payroll.
“Let’s have some of that champagne,” I suggest, displaying my trembling hand for him. “I need a little to settle my nerves. This night is turning out way differently than I ever imagined. I came out here thinking I was going to have to convince you that you need more rest and a little less partying . . . and to maybe grow up a little.”
“I want nothing more than to grow up,” he replies without a hint of hesitation. “I’ve been out of college for more than a decade. I’ve had more than enough of the weekend warrior lifestyle. I’ve just been waiting for a reason to settle down.”
I grab two champagne glasses from the rack and set them down on the granite countertop in front of him. I haven’t felt this giddy in years. It’s like I’m sixteen all over again. I think back to the first kiss we shared way back then. We were such good friends that it felt a little bit like kissing a relative or something. That feeling kind of stuck with me, so I thought maybe we could never be more than friends. The kiss we just shared, however, almost knocked me off my feet. There was nothing awkward or familial about it. I have never felt that kind of passion for anyone or from anyone.
Blake
I pop the cork on the champagne and pour each of us a small glass. “Here’s to a lifetime of smiles,” I say, clinking my glass against hers. The smile on her face is absolutely radiant as she tips the glass to her lips and drinks the champagne down in a matter of seconds. I follow suit.
“Whew, I needed that,” she says with a giggle. “I’m not exactly used to being swept off my feet.”
“You haven’t seen a damn thing yet,” I growl, nuzzling against her cheek and slipping my hands around her shapely ass. It is every bit as firm as I’ve always imagined. I savor the taste of her champagne coated lips as we kiss each other with the same passion and fervor as a moment earlier. I could literally sip champagne and kiss these gorgeous full lips all night long. Unfortunately, the timer on my phone is vying for my attention. It’s probably a good thing I set that timer, or we would’ve ended up with a scorched mess instead of dinner.
“Let’s eat out on the patio and watch the sunset,” she suggests, searching through the drawers for utensils.
“There are plates in the cupboard to your right and the silverware is in the drawer right below it,” I tell her before heading out to the grill to retrieve the food. As soon as I open the door, the smoky aroma reminds me of the meals I used to share with Granddad. I shake my head, not really understanding why I’m feeling so sentimental about everything. My phone buzzes again just as I reach the grill. I glance down, expecting another message from my father, but this time it’s Mom telling me that I need to five him a call. He’s apparently ‘fit to be tied’, in her words. I shoot her a quick text telling her that I’m spending the evening with Kayla and that I’ll give him a call in the morning. I shove the phone in my pocket and open the grill, not wanting to ruin the fish by overcooking it.
I pull the foil packets onto a serving tray and turn toward the only small patio table that remains. After Labor Day, the staff packs away almost everything, leaving only a few chairs and this one small table in case any of us want to come out for the day. I smile as Kayla appears with nothing but filled champagne glasses, two forks, and two napkins. “Lets eat right out of the packets, like we did when we were kids,” she says with a smile.
“Sounds perfect.” I smirk, once again feeling the prickle of great memories. I feel my phone buzz once again, so I check it quickly knowing it’s Mom.
“Ok. I’ll tell him the two of you are working. He’ll be relieved.”
I’m not sure I’ll be doing the type of work that Dad would approve of, but at least he’ll chill out a bit. I feel as if a weight has been lifted off me as we both sit down and dig into our meals. We both dig into them as if we were starving. “This is so good,” Kayla says after finally taking a breath. “I haven’t had
this since the last time you made it for me. I think we were probably still in college.”
“Yeah, it’s still something I only make when I’m out here. It’s so easy. All you have to do is make sure you don’t burn it.” After basically inhaling my meal, I get up to grab the bottle of champagne. “I’ll be right back with a refill,” I say, finishing off the last sip from my glass.
“Why don’t we just use those wine glasses?” Kayla giggles. “These are so tiny.”
“You’re reading my mind, baby,” I reply, heading in the door. Those little champagne flutes are fine if you’re just making a toast or for people who don’t really appreciate good champagne, but we need a couple of nice big glasses. I think back to when we used to steal a bottle of wine from my father’s wine fridge, and we would drink the entire thing in one sitting regardless of how big the bottle was. I still remember trying to force down a little brunch the morning after getting sick on my first bottle of dry red. I still shudder at the thought.
Kayla comes through the door, tosses the napkins and foil scraps into the garbage, and sets the forks down on the counter. “Now that’s an efficient meal,” she comments, pointing to the two dirty forks.
“I’ll show you efficiency,” I reply, walking over to the central control panel. “First, I click the Privacy button.” The shades begin to draw, and we hear the clicking of all the door and window locks. “Then I set the ambience to Cozy and watch.” The fireplace ignites and all the lights dim to a romantic glow.
“Wow, that’s impressive,” she says with a glimmer in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. I walk over to the closet and grab two blankets from the top shelf. I spread out one in front of the fireplace and set aside the second one in case we get cold. Not that we will actually need it. “Champagne, fuzzy blankets, and a toasty fire. I definitely like where this is going,” she coos as I return to her side.
I set my glass on the countertop and slip around behind her. I glide my hands slowly up the length of her body until they are cupping her breasts. “I think you should go back to wearing bikinis,” I whisper while kissing the side of her neck.
“I’m too old for a bikini,” she protests. “Women my age wear swimsuits, cover ups, and big hats.”
“You look great in a big hat, but there is no reason to cover any of this up.” I feel my cock wanting to burst from my swim trunks as it brushes against her backside. I have always loved everything about this girl, and the fact that this is happening at the same beach house where we spent so much time together is almost surreal. I slip my fingers under her shoulder straps and guide them down her arms. She shivers as my fingers glide across her skin. I grab the waistband of her suit and continue in one fluid motion, sliding it down her legs and onto the floor.
“You’re not wasting any time,” she comments, a bit startled by my aggressiveness.
“We have wasted more than enough time,” I reply before kissing my way back up her body and once again wrapping my arms around her. “You are as beautiful as ever,” I whisper in her ear, meaning every word. I begin to slowly walk forward, guiding her in front of the fire. The way the flicker of the flames dances across her skin is absolutely tantalizing.
She turns toward me, her lips hungrily searching for mine. She doesn’t say a word, but her kiss speaks volumes. We have both been wanting this, needing this, but we have each had our reasons for not letting it happen. She bruised my ego years ago and does an incredible job helping me run the firm. In the heat of passion, however, nothing matters other than the fact that she is naked and in my arms. After several steamy seconds of passionate kissing, I pull back from her lips and kiss my way down her neck, dropping to one knee.
I pull her already erect nipple between my lips and flick it with my tongue. She lets out an enthusiastic moan that tells me her perfect buds are not only round and perky, but also sensitive. They are every bit as perfect as I envisioned back when she wore those string bikinis. I want to make love to every square inch of this woman. I slip my fingers between her thighs as I continue to move between her breasts, giving each one equal attention. Her juices explode across my finger as I slip it between her smooth, slick lips. “Oh, fuck,” she groans as I continue to roll her nipples between my lips and tongue while running my finger up and down the length of her. Her clit rises against my fingertip as I begin to focus on it, rubbing intense circles around it with my slick finger. “Oh, my God,” she pants, her legs beginning to shake beneath her.
I pivot on my knee and guide her onto the blanket, positioning her squarely in front of the roaring fire. My internal temperature is definitely rivaling those flames at this point. “You need to get rid of those shorts,” she whispers, tugging at them. “I want to feel you.” She doesn’t have to ask twice. Within a second, I have them off and fling them to the corner of the room. “That’s better,” she moans, reaching for my cock that has been straining for the last five minutes. Her soft, warm hand is a welcome change as she begins to stroke me. “At least now I see what all the fuss is about,” she says, giving me a playful grin.
“You’re about to experience what all the fuss is about,” I whisper against her cheek as I pull back from her and kiss my way down her chest, then her abdomen, stopping just short of her overheated pussy. I move back up a few inches, teasing her belly button with my tongue before kissing all along her bikini line. My fingers are once again sliding between her drenched lips while I continue to tease her with my lips and tongue.
“You’re driving me crazy.” She squirms, grabbing the hair on the back of my head in an attempt to push me lower. If this is driving her crazy, I can’t wait to see how she handles the rest of the evening. I move slowly and deliberately lower, savoring her soft skin every inch of the way down. I push my middle finger inside her at precisely the same time that the tip of my tongue reaches her clit. “Oh, God!” she cries out as I begin massaging her G-spot in rhythm with my tongue. I catch a glimpse of her breasts heaving against the glow of the fire as her hips writhe beneath me. For years, I dreamed of being between these legs, and I’m going to take my sweet time and do it right.
Kayla
Part of me is terrified that Blake Taylor is going down on me. The other part of me is enjoying every second of the experience. Listening to office and online gossip for the past decade has tested my patience. I’ve known him since before most of those girls were even born. If anyone deserves to land him, it’s me. I’ve thought about this night dozens of times, and I have a few surprises for him as well. Oh, fuck, he’s good at this. His tongue is literally up inside me. That feels amazing.
“That’s incredible,” I murmur, not wanting him to change a thing. He is a magician with that tongue. No one has ever eaten me out this way, so I want it to last as long as possible. Forever would be just fine. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and once again, I feel his finger inside me, stimulating that special spot that hasn’t seen nearly enough action over the years. Most of the men I’ve dated might have hit it occasionally by accident, but for Blake, it seems to be a main focus. He is making me feel things that I’ve never even thought of feeling, never even known that it was possible to feel . . . oh, God. He pins my legs back, and now his tongue is exploring uncharted territory where I wouldn’t have expected him. A moment of insecurity quickly transforms into another wave of intense pleasure, followed by a brief respite and another even more intense wave. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me.”
That tongue of his is like a sexual weapon. Just when I think I’m going to get a small respite, he is gliding it back up my slit and once again attacking my over-sensitized clit. My mind is reeling and my legs shake uncontrollably against the grip of his strong hands. The pleasure that has been coursing through my body is reaching a turning point and I can tell that something has to give. I arch my back, pushing the back of my head into the soft blanket, but Blake doesn’t give me an inch. He’s determined to drive me over the edge and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. “Oh, fuck,” are the only words
that spring from my lips as I move past the current state of rapture and into oblivion. A series of noises escapes my lips as wave after wave of pleasure flows outward from the center of my body. I can’t believe I’ve gone so many years without experiencing an earth-shattering orgasm like this.
“That was amazing,” Blake says, finally sliding back up my body with a devilish grin on his face. He wipes my juices from his face and kisses my neck. The plan had been to flip him onto his back so I could have my way with him, but that’s not going to happen in my current state. I’m still trying to catch my breath when I feel the girth of his swollen head resting against my already ravaged bottom. God help me.
Chapter 6
Blake
No words can accurately describe the feelings that are flowing through me as I make love to the woman of my dreams. All the things that I’ve always dreamed of doing for her are now playing out in real time. Our bodies are hot from the combination of the roaring fire and the intensity of the passion between us. My body glides easily over her skin due to the small droplets of sweat that are escaping from my pores. I run my lips along her neck, loving the taste of her skin against my tongue. I want to ravage her in every way possible.
“I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember,” I whisper, pushing the head of my cock into her. I know we should have talked about birth control, STD testing, and all those technicalities that I constantly dwell upon, but I know I can trust her. If she isn’t protected, she will let me know. If there is anyone I can count on in this world, it’s Kayla.
I glance down, suddenly wondering if I’ve somehow managed to find my way into the wrong opening. The tip is barely inside her and it’s meeting with snug resistance. “You’re okay,” she gasps. “Just push through. I’ve never been with anyone so big.”
