“How have you been? Did you miss me?” I knew he was just teasing me, but that didn’t prevent me from blushing. I noticed the curious look Gemma gave me, and I turned my back on her.
“To answer your first question, I’m good,” I lowered my voice, inching away from Gemma. “And about your second question… I could ask you the same.”
“Dodging a question with a question? Clever. And yes. I missed you. Especially the way you screamed my name again and again and begged me to let you come.”
Holy moly. I shifted on my feet, turned on.
“You know we can’t talk about that now,” I whispered into the phone. Not that I didn’t want to. A dirty talk with him over the phone sounded tempting. Too bad this wasn’t the time or the place.
“Right. Then let’s talk about your job. I’ve made good on my promise.” A radiant smile spread across my face. “You’ll be working for an older congressman. Someone who’s been in the trenches, it’s good resume building opportunity. Not like working in my office, but we can’t have people getting suspicious.”
I wished I could jump and squeal in excitement. Yes!
“Thank you! Thank you so much!”
He chuckled in response to the bubbly excitement in my voice. “I have to tell you it’s nothing special because you’ll be running around and making coffee, but it’s a start.”
“It doesn’t matter.” It was a start definitely, even if I had to do menial tasks for the congressman—no more no less. This was the chance I needed. I would work hard and climb up the ladder eventually. “Thanks a lot.”
“You’re starting tomorrow.” He explained to me how to reach the right congressional office building. “Be there early, around 8am, to get acquainted with your colleagues and work space.”
“Alright. Thanks again Merritt, really.” For a moment there, I wasn’t sure what to tell him, since this was probably the last time I would hear from him. There was no reason for us to talk anymore after this, and a part of me didn’t like it.
“I make good on my promises Camilla.” Tingles danced across my skin at how sure he sounded. I wanted to see him, but that might not be possible.
However, he proved me wrong when he said, “I’ll see you soon.”
I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but he already ended the call. See you soon?
I broke out into a smile. Now this should be interesting.
The next day, I showed up to work excited and nervous, and my step had a bounce to it. I was finally able to make my dreams come true.
My mom was over the moon when I told her the news. She kept repeating how proud she was of me, certain that I would make something out of myself soon. Of course, I didn’t divulge how I’d gotten the job.
The staff were so nice to me, and my new boss was a guy who looked and acted like everyone’s favorite grandpa. I knew from the start I was going to like it here.
The place was brimming with activity, and I found myself getting more excited as the day passed by. I was told to make and deliver coffee, distribute documents, and reorganize some papers in the archives. I had met a few important people, admiring how professional and knowledgeable they all appeared. This was all I ever wanted. I wanted to be in the middle of the political scene and make a change. I wanted to help make things happen.
I was going through the hall, on my lunch break, when I bumped into Merritt.
I did a double take, astounded to see him here. “Merritt?” I couldn’t resist checking him out, noticing how hot he looked in his black designer suit. In fact, he looked better than any other man I’d met so far in the office. “What are you doing here?”
“Not ‘Nice to see you’ or ‘I missed you’, but ‘What are you doing here’?” He placed his hand across his heart, feigning hurt. “Ouch. That’s a blow to my ego.” He smirked at me. “I work here.”
Well, of course. “I didn’t know that you were in this building too. It’s good to know that.”
He took a step closer to me, observing me intently. “Is it? Good, I mean?”
The temperature in the hall had risen by a few degrees. My heart reacted almost immediately, throb after throb of desire for him. A few people passed us by, greeting Merritt, but they didn’t seem to notice the tension between us.
“Absolutely.”
He took another step toward me, and now he was standing too close for it not to be suspicious. Thankfully, there was no one in the hall, but that fact didn’t calm down my erratic heart beat in the slightest.
“I wanted to see you, Camilla,” he said quietly, trapping me with his fiery gaze. “I couldn’t quite concentrate on my work today knowing you were near me.” My pulse quickened even more. “I couldn’t wait to see you.”
I licked my lips, something pulling me to play a dangerous game. “And now that you’ve seen me…” I looked at him under my eyelashes. “What are you going to do?”
It took him only seconds to scan our surroundings and pull me into a coat closet that was ten feet away from us. He flipped on the light switch and closed the door behind him, his face taut with lust.
“The question is—What am I not going to do?”
He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me, pressing his erection against my mound. I moaned into his mouth and covered his hands with mine, arching my back to get closer to him. He tasted of mint and something that was his, and the taste was equally exquisite as the scent of his cologne.
His hand traveled down my front and underneath my skirt, rewarding me with a faint brush of his fingers against my undies.
“Mmm, already wet? Nice,” he muttered into my lips and continued kissing me, sliding his hand underneath my panties. He found my clit right away and started rubbing it in circles, messing with my mind.
“Yes… Ah so good…” He leaned away to look at me, panting.
“You’re so beautiful. I have no idea what you’ve done to me, but I can’t stop thinking about you. That day in the hotel room wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.”
Leaving those words to hang in the air, he dropped to his knees, pushed my panties aside, and buried his face into my pussy. And just like that, the world narrowed to the sensations he was creating in me, filled with pure bliss and nothing else.
7
Merritt
I was addicted. There was no other way to explain why I couldn’t get Camilla out of my head these days.
I was supposed to be over her. We had got a good time, and sex—no matter how mind-blowing it was—was just that. Sex. I didn’t do commitments, and I certainly wasn’t the one to chase the girl. I had a taste of her, perfect. We were finished, goodbye.
But Camilla… With her, everything was different. With her, everything felt more intense. It felt more real. Not only the way her pussy clamped around my cock, but also her sexy moans, her distorted face as she came, the way she screamed my name when I pushed her over the edge…
Then her captivating eyes. The way she looked at me like she was seeing the real me. Her intelligence. Her wits and her charm. Everything.
After that day in the hotel, I knew it was just a matter of time before I slept with her again. This job arrangement was perfect because I knew she would be close to me. I could see her and make sure she was satisfied with her new work place. I didn’t know why exactly, but her happiness mattered to me.
And then I arrived to my office with a massive boner in my pants this morning, and I couldn’t stop thinking about banging her. I wanted to go and see her, but I was too busy for that.
However, when the lunch break came, I knew I had to try to see her. As luck would have it, we stumbled upon each other, and the sexual tension between us was at an all-time high. That was all I needed to grab her and pull her into the nearest closet, too impatient to get a taste of her.
I had never done something like this at my job. I didn’t mix pleasure with work, but Camilla made me forget about all that, until all that mattered was only her.
I ran my tongue o
ver her smooth lips before I pushed it into her mouth, reaching with my hand down to stroke her sweet pussy. She was incredibly wet and ready for me.
“You’re so beautiful. I have no idea what you’ve done to me, but I can’t stop thinking about you. That day in the hotel room wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough,” I said and went down to my knees, my mouth salivating at the thought of eating her pussy.
I could sense the scent of her arousal, and it was the best fucking smell. Pulling her sexy red panties to the side, I pressed my face into her beautiful pussy. Her hands reached out to grab my head and keep me in place.
“What are you doing to me?” Her voice was almost whiny, her breaths coming out short and quick. “It’s sooo good. Yes. Right there.”
I was licking her clit like I was lapping at an ice cream, except her pussy was ten times better than an ice cream. Her flavor couldn’t compare to anything else, and I was drowning in her. I rubbed my face against her, placing her leg over my shoulder to open her widely.
She was so fucking wet. When I pushed two fingers inside her slick hole, she swallowed them as if they were nothing. I wanted her pussy to swallow my cock in the same way.
I was switching between sucking her clit and licking her whole mound, increasing my tempo with each change of my movements, until she was a hot mess ready to explode any moment. Just when I sensed her close, I pulled away and unzipped my pants fast. I had a condom in my back pocket, so I fished it out and sheathed myself with it.
In two seconds, I turned her around, raised her skirt up her waist, and plunged into her, my cock throbbing like crazy.
“Ah, fuck me. You’re so wet and warm. And your pussy is gripping me so hard…”
I placed my hand on her back and began a steady pace. She was close, too close, and a few thrusts later, she was coming all around my cock. I pressed my hand over her mouth right before she started screaming, barely silencing her.
“Shh. We have to be quiet.” Although, knowing we could get caught made everything even better.
I dug my fingers into her hips, the hard pounding in my chest matching the tempo of my thrusts. She had an amazing ass that bounced up and down each time I entered her, and it was a feast for my eyes. Her pussy was soft, hugging me further inside, and if I continued like this, I would cum too soon.
I pulled out of her and replaced my cock with three fingers, thrusting them fully inside. I didn’t want this to be over yet. I took them out and pushed them into her mouth, letting her get a taste of herself.
“Taste yourself.” She moaned, grinding against me. I slapped her ass, fucking her mouth with my fingers. “Delicious, hm?” I brought them back into her pussy and made several thrusts before I pushed them into my mouth. She was looking at me over her shoulder with her darkened eyes. I could look at those eyes all day long.
I went down to my knees again, holding her ample ass with my hands, and licked her mound all over again. Her juices were overflowing out of her, trickling down her legs, and I sucked in a breath, close to completely losing control.
“I want you to explode again, but this time on my mouth. I want you to make a mess out of my face.”
I pressed my face against her pussy and pushed three digits into her tight canal. She whimpered and pushed closer to me, which sent my fingers deeper into her. I found her g-spot and rubbed against the bumpy flesh. She was rocking her hips left and right, up and down, moaning into her hand as she grew more restless.
I sucked her clit roughly, increasing my pace by a second, and soon she was orgasming so hard that her juices squirted out and splashed my face. She probably soaked my shirt too, but I didn’t care about it at all. I had a spare shirt in my office, anyway.
“Jesus, Camilla. You’re sexy.”
This time, I spun her around and picked her up. She wound her legs around my waist and clung to my shoulders, the expression on her face that of an ecstasy. Grabbing my dick, I brought it to her entrance and rubbed my tip against her wet folds before I pushed into her once again.
“Merritt. Oh God, I’ve never felt like this before.”
I pressed my hand into her ass and groped her boob over her clothes with the other hand. I wished she was naked. I wanted to cum all over her tits. Next time, I promised myself.
“I can’t get enough of you. What are you doing to me?” I sucked her lower lip into my mouth and tugged at it, going faster and faster. Our tongues clashed against each other.
“Don’t stop! Please don’t!” She pleaded and smashed her lips against mine again, clutching my shirt.
I could feel the pressure building up deep in me, quickly reaching its bursting point.
“I’m going to come, Camilla.”
“Yes. Me too.”
A couple more thrusts later, we exploded at the same time, our mouths fusing together as the ecstasy overcome us, and for some reason I wanted to laugh my ass off. I felt unusually happy and calm, which left me baffled.
This was supposed to be just sex, but somehow it wasn’t. It went deeper than that, but I couldn’t pinpoint how exactly it affected me. All I knew was that I wanted to do it again with her, and that alone was a shocker. And the weirdest part was that it wasn’t just about her body or a good sex. I genuinely enjoyed her company and wanted to know more about her.
What was happening to me?
8
Camilla
I held onto Merritt tightly, unable to catch my breath. This had been one of the longest orgasms I’d had, and I was still in a daze. I closed my eyes, enjoying his scent and closeness. I felt so secure next to him, and I wished he could hold me like this longer.
“I’m sorry for your shirt,” I said with a giggle, looking at the stain below his neck. I had actually ruined his shirt. Imagine that.
He grinned. “Don’t worry about it. I have the spare one in my office.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Carefully, he pulled out of me and put me down on my feet, looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time. There was something in his gaze that hadn’t been there before, and I didn’t know what to make of it.
“Merritt?” My pulse quickened. I was unable to look away.
“You’re beautiful,” he said barely audibly, creating flutters in my stomach. The softness in his gaze melted something in me, gluing me to the ground. I wasn’t able to speak. “There is something irresistible about you.”
I could barely breathe, my chest inflating with emotions. I tried to turn this into a joke because I didn’t have it in me to deal with what I was experiencing right now. It was unexpected and intense. “I bet you say this to every woman.”
He didn’t smile. No, he remained serious, cupping my cheek with his warm hand. I was leaning into it before I was even aware of what I was doing.
“Actually, you’re the first who I’ve said that to. I’ll be honest with you. Usually, I fuck girls and that’s it. I don’t have the need to tell them these things. Hell, they don’t even make me feel anything.”
“But I do?”
His lips curled into a half-smile, his unblinking gaze taking my breath away. “If you only knew… I can’t even put it into words, but I enjoy this more than I’ve thought.”
“This?”
“Being with you. You.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what this is, but it feels good, right even.”
I didn’t know what to say. Did I feel the same way? I got dressed quickly and left the closet before he could say anything else. This was new territory to me too. I couldn’t fall for a playboy like him.
I returned to work right before the lunch time finished, hot and bothered from the hot scene in the closet. I sat down at my desk and willed my mind to think of anything else but Merritt, however, it was impossible.
I covered my face with my hands and sighed, reminded of the look in his eyes as he told me those words… He had been honest. I could feel it. He wasn’t just sweet-talking me. Even the kiss that he gave me in the closet before we parted wa
ys had felt different. It felt meaningful.
“Camilla? Did you hear me?” I winced and dropped my hands, meeting the gaze of my coworker. If my memory served me right, her name was Megan.
“Yes?”
“I said that the Congressman had asked for you. He has some important guests and needs you to serve them coffee.”
“Sure. I’m right on it.” I jumped to my feet, telling myself to focus and stop daydreaming. I was working now, and I couldn’t afford to mess this opportunity up because of Merritt. I was better than that.
“Are you okay?” Megan asked me, her head tilted to the side, observing me.
I stopped in my tracks. “Yeah. Why?”
“You look flustered.” I almost pressed my hands against my cheeks, which felt scalding hot. I didn’t need her to become suspicious about me and sniff out what happened just a few minutes ago.
If she only knew I had just been banged, right near our office…
And then it hit me. I was being an idiot. I was playing with my career here for… What? A few quickies? And then what? I would be without a job and back to square one. What if my boss had seen us? What if someone else had seen us and started the rumors? What if Carter found out?
Letting Merritt take me to that coat closet was a mistake.
I choked back my annoyance with myself, making sure my neutral mask was on. I had to play my cards right.
“It’s just that it’s a bit too hot in here.” I fanned myself with my hand.
Megan glanced over her shoulder at the AC that wasn’t functioning currently. “Yeah, they should fix that AC by the end of this week. We’re all dying in here from the heat.”
“You can say that again.”
She returned to her computer to work on some document, and I went to the coffee maker, relieved that I managed to convince her with that excuse. That faulty AC was a lucky coincidence.
I expected to see Merritt by the end of my day, but it didn’t happen. Later, I heard from Megan that he was one of the most respected and liked people around here. Almost everybody had something nice to say about him, emphasizing the fact that he was an honest and hard-working politician with a vision.
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