She sits in her chair and I lean back on the desk and watch her.
"Am I worth it Morgana?"
She turns her head to look out the window.
"Answer me one thing Henrik, and then I can tell you for sure."
I nod and scoot closer to her.
"After we have sex, are you going to run away again? Or after I admit I love you? Or after a few months when we decide to move in together? Or at some point in the future, whenever your fear clouds your judgment and you run away like you always did before."
I grab the cupcake with the letter U on it and hand it to her. "You’re going to need some cake before I answer you."
She grimaces but unwraps the cupcake, then takes a bite. Her eyes glaze at the moist sweetness of the confection. She moans in approval and takes another bite, but her eyes widen. Morgana removes the cupcake from her mouth, her lips covered in crumbs and frosting.
"What the hell?" She mumbles, as her mouth is still full of cake.
Her fingers remove something shiny from her mouth.
I kneel down in front of her and grab the ring from her hand. "Morgana Drake, when you walked in this office over six months ago, I was in shock. I didn't want to hire you. You were so beautiful that I knew I would get fired for groping you if I took you on as an assistant. I told myself not to give you a chance. I tried my hardest to make you not want the job. I ignored you, took phone calls, was my usual rude self, and even left in the middle of the interview, not returning. I made Evaleen come in to tell you it's over."
She is furrowing her brow at me and God help me, she looks so cute with all the crumbs falling from her mouth.
"Henrik, if this is some sort of marriage proposal this is the worst one I have ever heard."
"Just hear me out. I ran away all those times because I was afraid. Afraid you would leave me, destroy me. But, you know what? You left me anyway. And guess what? It didn't destroy me. It hurt more than anything, but I still lived. I had to hire you all those months ago because no matter what I threw at you during the interview, you hung on and surprised me with what you knew. You're the smart one Morgana. You saw the best in me despite what I showed you. You pushed me when I resisted and because of all of this, I am not afraid for the first time in over a decade."
I grab her frosted covered hand and take the ring to hold up to her. Despite the layers of icing and cake crumbs, the one carat diamond that used to be my mom’s still sparkles in the fluorescent lighting.
"Because of your brain I had to hire you. Your brain then introduced me to your vagina, which then led me to your heart. That is what I fell for the hardest. I haven't been the same since. You ruined me for anyone else. To answer your questions, what happens when I get scared again, I'll just have to talk to you about it. Because if I run, where will I go? No woman will ever compare to you. I love you Morgana. I want to be with you, always. I may have only known you for six months, but when you walked away from me back in April, I knew I never wanted to lose you again. When a man knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with the most beautiful woman in the world, he does whatever he can to make himself worthy of her and put a ring on it. Please say you will marry me."
She holds out her left hand and I push the ring onto her left finger. It is a bit loose but a jeweler can easily fix that. Morgana still hasn't said a word; her gaze is focused on the ring. Finally, her eyes lift to mine and she smirks.
"Well, well, well Mr. Payne, how the tides have turned. Now I am the executive with you kneeling before me, begging me." She slips her finger into her mouth, sucking the frosting away; her words and actions taunting me.
"Morgana, I just—“
“—That’s Ms. Drake to you.” I start to get up but her hand clenches my shoulder, pushing me back down. I stumble and fall on my ass. She slides off her chair and straddles my legs, pinning me down.
"Morgana I just asked..." She waves her finger in the air stopping me, correcting me. “Sorry, Ms. Drake, I just asked you to marry me and you are playing games.”
I swear her eyes sparkle at that moment; maybe the light hit them as she cocked her head and smirked at me.
"How am I supposed to answer you, Mr. Payne, with my mouth full?"
Chapter 12
Payne’s Anti-Rule 6: Never Assume You are in Control
There is nothing in her mouth. In fact, she’s licking her lips at me, and biting down on her bottom lip as her eyes scan my body. Is she avoiding the question? Playing some mind game so I will be too distracted to notice? I'm about to ask her but I freeze as her fingers brush over the belt buckle to my pants.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Mr. Payne, obviously you got rid of your personal shopping assistant when you downsized because this belt doesn't go with your pants. In fact,” she pauses dramatically, biting her bottom lip as if deep in thought, “let’s just remove all this." Morgana unzips my pants and pushes everything down as I mindlessly lift my ass off the carpet to help her. Since she’s still seated on my legs, she stops at mid-thigh. Captain Cock springs forth; giving her the salute he has wanted to since she walked in here.
Her hand wraps around the base, lightly stroking it. I lean back on my elbows and groan as she taunts me with her hand.
Morgana moves from my legs and is now on all fours hovering over me. My eyes wander to her cleavage, her blouse falling enough to show her white lace bra. She firms her grip on my shaft and I focus on her glistening lips as they are less than an inch from my tip.
Her head turns up to face me and she is the vision of every fantasy I have ever had. The loose bun, with tendrils falling around her face, the dark glasses resting on the tip of her nose, her lavish tits almost falling out of her sexy business suit, and her mini skirt riding up her ass displaying the lacy edge of her sheer dark stockings.
"Fuck me," I whisper, drinking her in.
"You are asking a lot of me, Mr. Payne. First, you want me to answer your question and now you want me to fuck you? Make up your mind. Perhaps I have a question for you. It is a big commitment you are asking of me."
My head bobs rapidly. "Yes, yes, anything. Ask me anything."
Her tongue darts out quickly licking up the pre-cum that has formed on the tip. My head falls back from the heavy ache between my thighs.
"What kind of cake will be served at our wedding?"
I gaze back into her eyes; she is serious. Her hand is becoming needier, pumping my cock faster. My mind is a blur as images of cake fly around in my head. Before long, they morph into her popping out of them, naked. And now, I imagine she’s covered in frosting as I lick it off of her.
"Chocolate," I blurt out, praying that was the right answer and she’ll reward me by putting her lips on my swollen head.
"You are getting warm, Mr. Payne. However, that is still too general. Is it chocolate cake, or icing, or both? Are there decorative flowers or a simple modern design? How many tiers? A wedding cake is the holy grail of all cakes. If I marry you, Mr. Payne, I must know how good you are at knowing the true art of cake."
Her mouth encases my engorged member, now purple from building pressure. Quickly her mouth seizes all of me, and just a fast, she’s sitting back up, leaving a glistening trail behind. As her hand takes over, all her questions fall from my thoughts; I can only see and feel Morgana’s warm touch on me.
"Focus, Mr. Payne. You are too smart to be distracted by a little teasing." She frowns. I think at any moment she will stop, but Morgana's hand picks up the pace causing my hips to follow suit.
"My eyes are right here, Mr. Payne. Now, about that cake..." She reaches up to the desk with her free hand, grabbing a cupcake and bringing it to her lips. I watch in erotic glory as she licks at the creamy frosting.
"Here you try it Mr. Payne, perhaps it will help you decide what type of frosting we will have." She pushes the cake in my face smearing the icing all over my mouth, while her hand continues to beat me off.
The assault to my senses causes me to only be in the moment. The last thing I can
comprehend is a wedding cake, until I feel her lips crash into mine.
It was always her kiss. The thing that I kept from her all those months when we first met because deep down I knew if I tasted her, felt her soft lips, breathed her in, I would be lost forever. But I wasn't. I was lost before our kiss. Her kiss forced me to wake up and figure out who I really am.
Now that her lips are on mine, the taste of sugar, cream cheese, and Morgana stir me yet again. My tongue slips in her mouth and I devour her. I bite her lip and our tongues dance together. I hear her moan as I nip at her.
I grab her hand and gently remove it from my cock, while pinning her hands behind her back. She now has to lay on me as I hold her hostage in my grasp. I sit up, bringing her with me, and break our kiss. I let go of her wrists and trail a hand down her neck to her breasts, slipping in to pinch her nipple. She arches into my palm.
"Ms. Drake, you have been a very bad woman, torturing me like that. You know I will have no option but to punish you for your actions. However, you know me; I’m not an unreasonable man. I will still answer your question...slowly...as I fuck you."
I flick her nipple with my thumb causing her to gasp. "Now get up, put your hands on the desk, and bend over, Ms. Drake."
Morgana's eyes widen as a small smile breaks out on her face. She pushes off me and gets into position. She instinctively goes to remove her glasses, but I stop her.
"Leave them on," I state firmly as I shimmy off my pants and black boxer briefs. Once I am standing, I have everything off from the waist down.
Walking to the side of her, my hand trails down to the hem of her skirt, lifting it to show her lace covered cheeks. I watch her as she turns her head to look at me. Her eyes softening as I skim my fingers over her flesh, trailing the edge of the lace.
I push down her panties but just to her thighs and spread open her cheeks to see her shimmering rose colored pussy waiting for me. I dip my finger between her folds, sliding it in and out a few times as she releases a heavy sigh.
"Three tier," I state just as I get on my knees and brush my tongue along her soft wet curves. I make sure to bypass her clit, knowing it will be too sensitive right now, and focus on pushing my tongue inside her. She tastes tangy but with a certain sweetness that is only Morgana. When I fantasized about her over the past few months, this is what I pictured, me tasting every inch of her body as she wore her sexy as fuck glasses.
"Henrik. Ah. Ah. Ahhh."
Morgana is pushing into my face and I have to stroke myself as I taste her. I need her to slow it down or I'm going to come in my hand. After a few strokes, I take my hand away from myself and slap her beautiful round ass cheek. Morgana yelps, but it's followed by a groan as I massage away the sting.
A few more smacks, some on her cheek, a few on her thigh, and I push my fingers inside her while sucking on her clit. Already I feel her tightening around me. After a couple more kisses, she breaks apart over me.
"I'm coming..." she yells, as she pulses around my fingers, her thighs shaking as her orgasm spreads through her.
"Okay Morgana. I'll wait a few more minutes, but then I have to leave for that meeting in the loop." We both look up at the sound of Jamie's voice floating under the office door. Both of us don't move for a few moments until we hear him walk away before breaking out into laughter.
"Do you think he heard us?" I ask but she shakes her head, still breathing hard against the desk.
"No and even if he did, I’ve caught him before with his assistant, so he would never say anything."
Morgana starts to push up from the desk, but I halt her progress and press her back down. Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, "Blue fondant icing with reddish pink flowers edging a trail up the side."
She moans and I quickly grab a condom from my pants pocket on the floor. After rolling it on, I line my cock to her and slide it up and down her slickness. Slowly I thrust into her. I can still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm as I fill her.
"God Morgana, I forgot how good you feel."
I try to take it slow, but her soft heat is too addicting. That and she keeps crying for me to go faster.
The sounds of our breathing and the slapping of our skin fill the room. I know I won't last long. This is all too much and I can only be grateful I have a condom on which is helping me last as long as I am.
"Sweetcakes, I can't hold out." I bite my lip and look away. Seeing her bent over the desk as her ass shakes, while I pound into her is more than I can handle.
"I love you, Henrik."
I snap my head back to see her face morphed into blissful pain. She cries out and I can feel her muscles contract around me as she climaxes. Watching her fall while opening her heart sends me over the edge.
My head falls back as I push deep inside her, stilling my movements.
"Oh God, Morgana," I partially groan the words.
After I return to Earth and we both laugh in relief, I push out of her and get rid of the condom. I help her off the desk and wrap my arms around her from behind. Sprinkling her neck with kisses, I keep fondling her boobs because they were made to be groped.
"That was a hell of a cake you talked about, Mr. Payne." She pulls away from me, turns around, and holds her hand out to shake.
"Looks like you have yourself a deal. Yes, I will marry you Henrik"
I grin like the biggest idiot and push her hand away, kissing her instead. After a few minutes of our lip assault, I stand back and gaze at her in curiosity.
"So, what if I had described a different cake or a cake you didn't like? Would you have said no?"
Her brows crease as she tilts her head. "A cake I don't like? Do you even know me Henrik? That is the most ridiculous question I have ever heard."
A knock on the door interrupts my laughter. We freeze again, but then I realize we aren't having sex this time. We quickly adjust our clothes before she tells the person to come in.
"Hey Drake, I just wanted...oh. Hello Payne." Evaleen stops mid stride as she notices me standing beside Morgana. Her usual snarly tone is not as evil this time. I think our conversation yesterday warmed Evaleen to me.
"Evaleen, so nice to see you." I nod and notice Morgana staring at me out of the corner of my eye, her mouth wide open.
"I'll come back later when you’re alone." Evaleen starts to turn but Morgana stops her.
"No, Evaleen, please stay. Anything you wish to say, you can say in front of my fiancé."
I grin and wrap Morgana in a side hug as Evaleen's mouth falls open. The ups and downs, ins and outs, being with and without Morgana, were almost all worth it to watch the expression on Evaleen's face. I am starting to like surprising Evaleen. Maybe from now on instead of pissing her off, I’ll just try to shock her.
"Fiancé? Just an hour ago you called him a controlling dick." Evaleen smirks at me as she speaks the words.
A few months ago, what Morgana said about me would have pissed me off. A few weeks ago, I would have understood why she said it. Even an hour ago, I would have cringed at those words, but right now, I am beaming.
"I...uh..." Morgana stutters.
I wave my hand in the air to stop her. "I was a controlling dick. Morgana was right, but right now, I am just in love with the sexiest, smartest woman in the world." I grin at Morgana as she blushes.
I can hear dry heaving sounds coming from Evaleen, but we ignore her.
"Okay, well I'll be in my office trying to keep my lunch down Drake. You stop by when you two stop being so nauseating." She turns on her heel and walks out, shutting the door behind her.
"Why don't I leave work early, and we go back to your place Henrik and you can tell me more about our wedding cake."
She pulls at my hand and I follow her, knowing how happy I am to follow her anywhere she wants to go.
Epilogue
Morgana - One Year Later
I'm crying. The tears are falling down my face and I can't stop them. Henrik tries desperately to pull my hands away from my eyes, but I refuse to l
et him see me like this.
"Morgana, please. I don't understand this," he pleads with me.
He is right, it's not normal. I know that.
My breath shudders as I inhale, bringing my hands down to my lap. I still can't look at him, so I turn to face the window. Clouds float by beneath us and the bright light causes me to squint. I move my gaze to the tan leather seat in front of me.
I should be happy. Yesterday I married the man I love, who is now sitting beside me on a private plane headed to Italy. The wedding was beautiful. The highlight, watching Tiffany’s son, David, walk down the aisle as the ring bearer, without the use of his walker. I don’t think there was a dry eye at the church for that.
Just six months ago, I was permanently given the position of Executive Vice President of Sales and Marketing at Mirmir, my dream job. I mean, it doesn't get better than that. Yet, I can't stop thinking about it.
"It's the cake again, isn't it Morgana," Henrik sounds irritated.
I try to speak but only a whimper comes out, so I nod my head. I can hear him sigh.
"It was exactly what you wanted. Why are you still crying about it?"
The stewardess comes over and hands me a flute of champagne. I take it and nod my thanks to her, before downing it in one gulp.
That is the good stuff. I burp.
Without looking, I hand the glass away. Finally, I turn to Henrik. He's so hot in his fitted gingham button up shirt and faded blue jeans. His dark brown hair tousled in his usual sexy way. I should be happy and turned on, going on my honeymoon with my husband, but I'm melancholy and turned on. I can't help but be horny around him.
"I just miss it so much." Right after I say it, the waterworks start again.
He puts his arms around me and kisses my head. "Shhh. It will be okay. There will always be cake Morgana. Always."
I look up at him, my eyes still watery. "Promise?"
He nods his head and we stay cuddled up for a few minutes before the stewardess interrupts us, "Excuse me sir, madam, but the pilot has just informed me that you are free to move about the cabin. I will be in the back of the plane getting your lunch ready. It should be about fifteen minutes." The unusually tall brunette gives us a warm smile before straightening her posture and walking to the back of the plane.
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