He pulled away from me, just long enough to tug me into the bedroom, and then I was in his arms again. Pushing his hands under my shirt, he broke the kiss and yanked it up over my head. He brushed his lips across my neck and I whimpered in response. As he continued to suck and nip gently at my neck, he slipped a hand under the waistband of my pants and down to grab my bare ass.
With a groan, he dropped to his knees and pushed my pants down, taking my panties with them. He kissed my stomach as he stroked my ass. “Lie back on the bed.”
Kicking my pants off, I did as he asked. Still on his knees, he yanked my legs apart and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. This was such a bad idea. He started planting gentle kisses on my inner thigh, working closer to my pussy and I couldn’t think about anything else. My stomach tightened in anticipation as he stopped, sending a soft breath over my clit.
“Oh, God!” I cried out, eager to feel his mouth against me.
He chuckled and turned his head to the other leg where he kissed my thigh, slowly working his way higher.
“Richard, please!”
“Please what?”
“Please lick my pussy. You’re driving me crazy!”
With a grin, he bent his head and at last, he pushed his tongue between my labia, thrusting into my cunt. Dear Lord, Richard Hamilton was eating my pussy. I had to be dreaming. But when he finally touched his tongue to my clit, I knew this was far better than a dream.
He swept his tongue around and around my clit, the pleasure building with each stroke. Within minutes, I came, my hips bucking against his face. As I recovered from my orgasm, he stood and stripped, revealing a body bordering on perfection. His cock stood thick and hard and ready to be used. I reached for him, but he stepped back for a moment and sheathed himself with a condom. A good thing too because in the haze of lust, I hadn’t been thinking about protection at all.
Stepping forward, he spread my legs and positioned himself at my entrance. “Is this okay?”
“Yes, yes. Please, just fuck me!”
With a grunt, he drove his cock into my cunt, filling and stretching it more than it had ever been before. I gasped with the force of it. He pulled back and thrust forward again, establishing a steady rhythm of hard pounding that brought me to the brink of another orgasm. I slipped my hand down between us and started to stroke my clit in time to his thrusts. It pushed me over again and my cunt clenched wildly on his cock.
He groaned and bent his head to kiss me, his hips stilling, tension keeping his muscles taut beneath my hands. Finally, he let out a small whimper, and then collapsed on top of me.
For a moment we lay there panting. “I’ll be back in a second. Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he got off me. I watched his fine ass walk out the bedroom door. Rolling over, I scooted up on the bed, crawled under the duvet, and pulled a pillow under my head with a contented sigh. The post-orgasmic bliss pulsed through my body, causing little flashes of desire when I remembered the feel of him. Closing my eyes, I relived every second in glorious detail.
Hearing the bathroom door open, I looked up, swallowing when he walked in and I could see his impressive dick again. Glancing at his face, I saw his amused expression and realized I’d been caught staring. I could feel my ears blushing as I hid my head in the pillow. He turned the covers down and climbed in beside me. When he kissed me again, it felt sweet, and tender, with just a hint of passion waiting for the slightest move to reignite it. He pulled back and traced his fingers over my collarbone and down to the cups of my bra.
“I didn’t even get to see these yet,” he said, cupping and squeezing one of my breasts through the fabric.
“Mmm, feel free to take that off.”
He unhooked my bra with one hand and pulled the garment off. I whimpered when he pinched my nipples, tugging on them until they were so hard it hurt a bit. Then he leaned down and sucked one into his mouth. My pussy, still sensitive from the fucking I’d just received, began to clench and moisten in anticipation. Arching my back as his teeth grazed my nipple, I let out a soft cry.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to want to fuck you again,” I said.
Removing his mouth from my boob, he continued stimulating it with his fingers. “I might be up for that, but I’m afraid my cock isn’t at the moment.”
Pushing him onto his back, I began to move down his body. “I think I can help with that.” When my head was above his crotch, I bent down and wrapped my lips around his cock, pleased with the groan I got out of him. Despite what he said, he’d started to harden, and it didn’t take more than a few bobs of my head for him to be fully erect. He grasped my hair with one hand and guided my head, forcing his cock deep into my mouth. I tasted the salty pre-cum now leaking from his head and sucked harder while he whispered encouragement.
He pulled up on my hair a moment later, forcing me to let go of his cock. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that, and I’d rather be fucking that sweet pussy when I do.”
“Fine by me.” I took the condom package he held out to me and tore it open. It had been a while since I’d had to use one, but I managed to get it rolled down his impressive length.
“Ride me,” he said. “I want to play with those gorgeous tits while I fuck you.”
I straddled his hips, shifting until he was positioned properly and then I sank down on his cock, allowing it to fill me. “God, you have a great cock.”
“Glad you enjoy it.” He took my hips in his hands and began to move under me, thrusting up. Picking up the motion, I lifted my hips and bounced up and down on him. Grabbing my breasts, he tweaked and twisted my nipples until I cried out.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he said. I clambered off him and assumed the position while he knelt behind me. As he guided his cock into me from behind, he yanked my hair, forcing my head back. No one had done that to me before, and it surprised me that I enjoyed it. He started to pound me, our bodies slapping together loudly while inside me he hit my g-spot again and again. I’d never been able to come from straight penetration before but Richard seemed to know just how to stimulate me.
My moans had turned into a keening wail as my orgasm approached. “I’m going to come!”
“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock.” He yanked my hair harder and moved even faster until I hit my peak and my body went into spasms around his. With a roar, he buried himself to the hilt and froze, shuddering as he came. I fell face first when he released my hair and pulled out of me.
“Oh my God,” I said, my voice muffled by the bed.
Richard tumbled down beside me. “Fuck,that was good.”
Stretching my legs out so I lay on my stomach, I turned my head to look at him. He met my gaze and smiled. “I don’t think I can move yet,” I said.
“I’m going to clean up, and then I think I need some sleep,” he said. He brushed a soft kiss across my lips and then headed to the bathroom again. He paused at the door and turned back. “I don’t have to sleep on the couch, do I?”
I shook my head and he took off. I’d fallen asleep before he returned.
Chapter Four
During our meetings over the next few days, Richard and I did our best to keep our contact professional, but we couldn’t help reaching out sometimes to touch each other. A caress of the knee, a stolen kiss here and there. And we spent every night making love, an area where Richard excelled. At odd times, I’d remember our encounters and a flash of desire would pass through me. I looked at him a lot when he wasn’t watching, thinking that I’d started falling for him. That had me worrying about what would happen once we were back in New York, but I was afraid to bring it up.
The morning we were scheduled to leave, he woke me up for another round, and afterward, I snuggled against his chest wishing we could stay forever. “I had a lot of fun this week.”
He squeezed me and kissed my forehead. “Me too. I’ve wanted you for a while now.”
Lifting my head to look at him I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah. But you never talked to me unless I talked to you first, and then it seemed like you were in a hurry to get away.”
“You have a bit of a reputation. I wasn’t interested in…” I couldn’t finish that sentence. I wasn’t interested in a temporary relationship, but in the end, I’d wound up in his bed anyway. And I still wanted so much more. God, I was an idiot. Tears welled up and I jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom. I sat on the floor and drew my knees up to my chest, crying softly.
A few minutes passed and I heard the door opening, but I wouldn’t look up. He sat beside me and gathered me into his arms. “I know I have a reputation,” he said. “I’ve been through most of the single women at the office and I’m ashamed to admit a couple of married ones, too. I’m not proud of it. But if you pay attention to the water cooler gossip, you know I haven’t seen anyone in a while.”
I had heard that. Everyone just figured he’d been finding sex somewhere else because he had slept with most of the women at work. The man was a player. “I don’t want to be a conquest,” I said.
“I don’t want that either.”
Lifting my head, I met his gaze. “So what happens now?”
“I’d like to keep seeing you. Go on some real dates and get to know each other.”
Hope swelled in my chest. Maybe there was something here after all. “I’d like that, too.”
He kissed me again with a sweetness that made my heart sing, and I was disappointed when he pulled away. “This is fun, but we do have a flight to catch.”
“I’m not in any hurry to get back on a plane.”
“I’ll think of some way to distract you,” he said with a wicked glint in his eye.
****
Richard had some very naughty ways of keeping me distracted and the flight back to New York was over in no time. He invited me to spend the night with him, but I was out of clean clothes, so I sent him home with a kiss and a promise for the weekend.
Friday morning dawned and I headed to work feeling lighter than usual. Memories of my time in LA kept a smile on my face, and not even the crowd on the subway dampened my spirits. When I reached the office, I spent a few minutes with Tim, my boss, going over everything that had or hadn’t been done in my absence. He dismissed me and I went back to my desk outside his office. Mid-morning, Julie, Richard’s assistant, stopped by my desk.
“Hey Stephanie,” she said. “I wanted to thank you for taking my place in LA this week.”
“No problem. Are you feeling better?” I grabbed the files from the meetings and passed them to her.
“Yes. It was just a stomach bug and I was okay by Tuesday.” She paused. “Did you have a nice time?”
Feeling the heat creep up my cheeks, I rifled through some papers and kept my eyes down. “It was great.”
“Richard wasn’t too hard on you, was he?”
My face burned and I knew my ears had gone red, too. She had a strange note to her voice and I wondered if she guessed what had occurred between me and her boss. We had agreed not to make our relationship public knowledge yet. “Everything was fine,” I said.
“Okay, great. Thanks again.”
“You’re welcome.” I took a couple deep breaths and tried to will my face to return to normal. Turning to my computer, I attempted to work on the report Tim needed finished, but my mind kept wandering. Figuring a stretch and some coffee would help, I grabbed my mug and headed to the break room. As I approached the door, I heard Julie’s voice floating out.
“…telling you Gail, she fucked him. You should have seen the way she blushed.”
I froze. Was she talking about me? I stood outside the door listening as the conversation continued.
“But she always avoided him. She never seemed like the type.”
“Richard can be extremely persuasive. And get this.” Julie lowered her voice and I leaned forward to hear. “I was entering his receipts in for expenses and there was only one hotel room.”
“Maybe Stephanie had her own receipts.”
“Everything goes through him. I bet he pulled the same thing with her that he did with me the first time we went away.”
“What was that?”
“He cancelled my room without telling me. When we got there, no more rooms were available so he offered to sleep on the couch. And let’s just say neither one of us slept a whole lot.”
They laughed and I thought I was going to throw up. Everyone knew that Julie and Richard had slept together before she’d met her fiancé, but I had never heard the circumstances until now. I heard Gail say she had to get back to work and I took off down the hall, coffee forgotten. Instead of returning to my desk, I stormed into Richard’s office and slammed the door behind me.
He jerked his head up and smiled when he saw me. “Hey, sexy. I was just thinking about you.”
“You cancelled the second room in LA, didn’t you?” I wanted to scream at him, but I managed to keep my voice level.
His smile faltered, and he paused for a moment. “I can explain.”
I had hoped that there’d been a mistake, but in those three short words, I knew. Knew that I’d been played, knew that I’d fallen for it, and knew that there never had been anything real between us. Blinking to keep the tears at bay, I turned on my heel and ran out.
“Stephanie!” he called, but I ignored him and strode back through the office. Along the way, several of my co-workers, Julie and Gail included, stared at me, but I kept my head down and kept moving until I reached my desk. Struggling to keep my shit together, I tried to focus on the report I’d been working on earlier, but I couldn’t even see the screen properly.
I sensed him approaching and squeezed my hands into fists. I was not usually a violent person, but at that moment I wanted to break things.
“Stephanie, can we talk about this?” His voice was quiet as he crouched down in front of me.
“Fuck off.”
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “I screwed up.”
“No shit.” From the corner of my eye, I saw several other co-workers watching us. Did he have to do this right now?
“Please come back to my office and talk to me.”
“Fuck off.”
“Stephanie—”
I turned and looked him in the eye, trying to ignore his pleading look. I’d been stupid once. He wouldn’t trick me again. “I’m not interested in pursuing this discussion any further, sir. If you don’t leave me alone, I will file a sexual harassment complaint.”
He didn’t move, just kept staring at me with those beautiful eyes.
“Please,” I whispered, the tears finally spilling out. “Just go.”
He left then, but for some reason, I didn’t feel any better.
Chapter Five
By Monday morning I felt better equipped to deal with Richard and the atmosphere at work. A weekend of soul searching with Ben and Jerry had helped. When I arrived, I marched into Tim’s office and dropped my letter of resignation on his desk.
“What the hell, Stephanie?” he said.
“I’m sorry, sir, but I’ve been offered a position with better working conditions.” Really, anything was better than having to see Richard or deal with gossipy co-workers, but I’d been lucky because one of my cousins owned a growing publishing company which required an office manager. She’d jumped at the chance when I called her.
Tim looked up at me and narrowed his eyes. “Does this have anything to do with your trip last week?” Damn Richard and his reputation! Did everyone know? I couldn’t keep the blush from my face, and Tim swore. “I don’t accept this.”
“With respect, sir, you don’t have a choice. I’m leaving at the end of the month.” I turned and stalked out to my desk. I had a lot of work to do to get everything ready for whoever Tim found to replace me.
Less than five minutes later, a deep voice spoke from behind me. “You can’t quit.”
Wincing, I turned around to see Richard standing there. Over the weekend I’d t
ried to convince myself that he really wasn’t all that special, but seeing him now, I realized how wrong I’d been. As I looked at him, I couldn’t help remembering how he looked with no clothes on at all, or the sound of his voice while he fucked me, and my traitorous body responded.
“I could walk out of this office right now and you can’t stop me,” I retorted.
He ran a hand through his hair before placing it on his hip. “Stephanie, please can we talk about this?”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said, annoyed that my voice had started to tremble. “I’ve got a new job.”
He crouched down and lowered his voice. “Please. You didn’t answer my calls this weekend, and I’ve been going crazy thinking about you. I deserve a chance to explain.”
“You lied to me and took advantage of me. You don’t deserve anything.” I crossed my arms and legs and glared at him.
Opening his mouth, he took a breath, and then closed it again, running his hand through his hair. Then he shook his head and stomped away. I exhaled and tried to get back to work.
About an hour later, a delivery man stopped at my desk with a vase full of roses. I stared at the card. Please forgive me. I’m an ass. R.
Oh he was an ass all right. I tossed the card in the garbage and carried the vase over to his office. “You take these,” I said to Julie.
She looked surprised. “He sent you flowers?”
I kept my silence and went back to my desk. That afternoon, another bouquet arrived, and I dropped it off at Gail’s desk, irritated at the way people whispered as I passed. Two weeks would be a long time.
****
By Thursday, I had taken flowers to everyone and filled a table in the break room. My voicemail was full of messages from Richard, and he’d sent me a dozen emails. He’d sent flowers to my apartment, too. I kept those ones, since he couldn’t see them there, but I tossed out all the cards unopened.
“Stephanie?”
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