by Carlos Dash
Emily looks up at me with curiosity. “What is it?” she asks.
“Enough texting. Focus on me. You’re supposed to be my assistant, remember?”
Emily sighs and finishes up her text. She then puts her phone in her pocket. “Okay. What do you want me to do?”
In a different setting, that sentence coming out of her mouth would have been music to my ears. But right now I have to be professional. This is a team training facility. And her father’s office is right over there.
Dangerous territory.
“Is your father in his office?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“No reason.”
Really dangerous territory.
Chapter 9
“So,” Emily says, looking up at me. “What is it?”
I’m frozen. Or more accurately, my mind is frozen. I can’t think of what I want to say. The problem is that my focus is entirely fixed on her. The way she’s looking at me, expecting me to say something.
My senses and primal urges are overwhelming my common sense. My blood is warming up in my body. I can’t resist any longer. I just can’t do it.
I grab Emily by the wrist. My previous worries about upsetting her with physical contact are now gone. I have to have her.
Right fucking now.
“Come with me,” I say, turning my head. I begin to move her away from her father’s office. My ears block out whether or not she says anything in return. We turn corner after corner. The risk of someone seeing me dragging the coach’s daughter around like this… let’s just say it’s pushed to the back of my mind in favor of more immediate cravings.
I spot a closed door. I’ve never bothered to see what’s inside it. I’m willing to bet that even the guys who have been on the team for many years don’t go near that door. There’s no reason for them to.
I turn the handle. The door is unlocked. It seems luck is on my side.
My sense of hearing returns to me just as I pull Emily through the threshold. She asks me what the hell I’m up to.
I’m going to answer her, but not with words. With actions.
I feel around for a light-switch. I make contact with the thing and light illuminates the room. It’s an office space that looks as if it’s barely used. There’s a desk, and some cabinets. But the blinds are all closed.
If I had to bet money on it, I’d say the room belongs to one of the assistant coaches. Or to be more specific, one of the less important assistant coaches. Perhaps even an assistant to an assistant coach.
But it doesn’t matter. Just as long as Emily and I aren’t interrupted.
“Looks like we’ll have privacy in here,” I say to Emily, glancing at the same around me.
“Privacy to do what?” she says in a shaky voice as I lock the door. As I come towards her, she understands what’s happening. “You’re not serious? You can’t be. Someone could walk in on us.”
“How?” I reply, closing the distance between us. Each second excruciating to me. “I just locked the door.”
“Yes, but…” she trails off, looking for another excuse.
“Don’t worry. No one is going to bother us. We’re all alone.”
“This isn’t a good idea. If my dad finds out.”
“He won’t.” She still seems worried, so I sigh and try a new tactic. “Just hear my sales pitch, okay? If you don’t like it, feel free to leave.”
“Your sales pitch?” Emily sats, confusion on her face.
I’m now right in front of her. She’s backed up against one of the cabinets. I reach forward and lightly stroke her cheek. She seems to both ease up and get more nervous at the contact. When I said sales pitch, I meant it.
I begin by kissing her neck. She sighs as she feels my lips against her skin. She’s warming up to the idea of what we’re going to do, but I still have to put in a bit more work.
My hands caresses her body. I move my lips away from her neck and towards her lips. It’s the perfect kind of kiss for that situation. Firm, but with plenty of tenderness. I open my eyes. She does the same with hers. We’re barely an inch away from each other. My hands are now on her breasts. I put just enough pressure on her nipples to give her pleasure. Even the slightest increase of strength could cause her pain, but I know when to hold off. This isn’t my first rodeo.
“Feel free to leave at any time?” I whisper to her.
She smiles as my breath makes contact with her ear. “You know I won’t.”
Chapter 10
We can’t get our clothes off fast enough. When we’re both completely naked, we look around for a starting point.
“The desk,” Emily says to me, a small grin on her face.
The passion I’m feeling inside of me is building into an inferno. There are a few things on the desk. Nothing that looks important. I toss it all aside with one swipe of my arm.
I love every part of being a billionaire. Even board meetings. Sitting in a room and reading the weaknesses of others… that stuff gives me immense joy. Bliss.
But nothing like that what Emily and I are going to do. This is a completely different kind of bliss. Pure carnal paradise.
I’m transfixed as I enter her again and again. First she rides my cock on top of the desk. I relax and put my arms behind my head, enjoying the view. It’s all she can do to stop herself from moaning, and every time I cup one of her breasts, she has to bite down on her bottom lip to stop from screaming in pleasure.
As much as I enjoy that position, I don’t like to stay passive for too long during sex. I need to take charge. That’s why, before long, Emily is the one who’s lying on her back on the desk. Her legs are facing towards the door now. I lift them up and place them over my shoulders. Then I begin pound her like there’s no tomorrow. At first I’m just content to watch my dick disappear inside her time and time again. Then I look up to see that she’s squeezing her breasts herself now.
That just turns me on even more. I pick up speed.
Her moaning is getting progressively louder. But here’s the strange part: I don’t care if anyone hears us. I don’t care if a line forms outside the door to see who’s inside.
Guilt. Trepidation. Etc. All those things just disappear from my mind. I don’t give a fuck at all. The ecstasy our bodies are giving each other is the only thing on my mind. I didn’t think it was possible for us to top our first night together, but here we are doing just that. We’re creating a new high. This is even better than that first night.
Before Emily, I always thought the best sex I could have with someone was during my first time with that woman. Because that’s when I would initially feel the warmth and satisfaction of being inside her. It was like climbing a mountain. A conquest achieved. It could be fun doing it again, but you already knew what it felt like.
Having sex with the same person multiple times and the sex just getting better… it’s as if a new portion of my mind was opening up. Incredible.
I turn Emily around and she quickly gets the message. She’s on her hands and knees atop the desk. I reach forward to grab her hair, lightly pulling her head back. Each time I ram into her, she gasps with intensity. I can’t even keep track of how loud we’ve gotten.
We even continue down to the floor, my dick still inside her, banging her brains out. It’s cold and kind of uncomfortable, but neither of us complains. Our minds don’t want to interrupt the pleasure for even a second.
The last position we explore has us both standing up. Emily’s back is pressed against a cabinet. The same cabinet where I made my “sales pitch” to her. It seems poetic that we should finish off right where we started.
I look down to see my cock tunnel into her, then I return my focus to her face, which is mere inches away from mine. Each pair of eyes locked onto the other. During our first night together, I hastily tried to avoid that sort of thing. After all, eye contact during sex is a couples thing. Not my bag at all.
But right now, at this moment, I just give in. I don’t care about the implicatio
ns of what I’m doing.
Eye contact. So what? It’s not like she’s going to want to marry me after this.
My hands are on either side of her head, pressed against the cabinet’s firm surface. That gives me excellent leverage (having sex while standing up isn’t as easy as it sounds, folks). Rather than picking up speed, I decide to slow things down. Three or four seconds go by between each thrust forward. It makes things more personal, which is completely different from how I’ve had sex with every other woman I’ve been with.
This is getting out of hand.
I’m not getting over her at all. I’m falling for her more and more with each minute.
What’s happening to me?
What’s happening to my life?
Chapter 11
Emily and I get dressed without saying a word to each other.
Not an awkward silence. More of a relaxed, sedate silence. We’re content. My urges have been satisfied. For the time being, at least.
I take a breath of air and unlock the door to the office. Man, I really hope no one is standing outside, waiting to see what the commotion was about.
We couldn’t have been that loud, right?
“Let’s just get it over with,” I say, more to myself than to Emily. I turn the doorknob and get ready to face the consequences.
And nothing. There’s no-one out here. Just an empty hallway in either direction.
Emily exits the room from behind me. She looks relieved as well.
“That could have ended very badly for us,” she comments. She shoots me a sideways glance. That look lets me know that I’m going to have to explain myself.
“I know. It could have been disastrous. But I just didn’t have the willpower to resist. It’s like I went from zero to a hundred in seconds.”
“Because of me?” She sounds so innocent as she says that. I feel a sudden compulsion to give her a hug. And I’m not a hugger. At all.
I ball my fists and dig my nails into my palms. That slight pain gives me the strength to resist the thought. A hug would give her the wrong idea.
Actually, it might give her the right idea. It might let her know how I feel about her. And we can’t have that.
“Yes. Because of you. I spend most of my time here surrounded by big, sweaty men. The only women I see are reporters. So you can’t blame me for getting horny like that. I am human, you know.”
Perfect. No trace of my true emotions. I made it seem like it was just a sexual thing.
Well played, Dorian.
“How flattering for me,” Emily says with heavy sarcasm. She starts to move away.
I should be fine with her distancing herself. I got what I wanted. I don’t need to see her again for the rest of the day. Yet, there’s something else bubbling inside me.
“Wait,” I call out to her, moving forward. If I play this right, I could be doing myself a huge favor.
“What are you doing tonight?” That’s the first step in getting her into the sack again. I can’t just say “Hey, baby. Let’s bang.” She isn’t the type to go for that.
“Not much,” Emily says, briefly thinking about it. “Just hanging out with my family, I guess. Why?”
I’m quick on my feet with the perfect line.
“I thought that we could go out somewhere.”
My statement hangs in the air. I can tell that Emily is stunned by what I’m suggesting. She couldn’t have expected this.
It has to be done, though. I need to have her again. I need to feel my cock enter her body. That’s the only way I’ll ever be able to get over this cloud that’s fallen over me. A cloud that didn’t exist before I spent the night with her.
Even after the incredible sex was over, we couldn’t get enough of each other. We stayed up for hours into the night just talking to each other. It was like we were an actual couple. Strangers who are just banging for stress relief don’t talk afterwards. They either part ways immediately, or in the morning.
That’s how it always was for me before Emily came along.
I have to get back to that.
Whatever feelings I’ve developed for her can’t be real. They just can’t be. I mean, come on, I barely know her. This isn’t a movie. You can’t fall in love with someone so quickly.
Yes. It was the sex. That’s all. The sex was so out of this world fantastic that my brain is malfunctioning and telling me that I love her.
Love? Ha.
I have to keep telling myself this. That’s how it has to be.
You think it hard enough, you start to believe it.
Emily crosses her arms and looks at me with curiosity. “Are you serious? You want us to go somewhere together? Like on a date?”
I have to stop her right there. I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. Or to be more accurate again: the right idea, but an idea that terrifies me to my core. I can’t start actually dating her. That would be like jumping head-first down the rabbit hole. It would mean admitting that for the first time in my life, I have romantic feelings for someone. It would also mean bringing her family into the matter. Her mother. And of course, her father. Coach Reed.
It’s not that I’m scared of him. I’m not scared of anyone. I just can’t handle the thought of becoming one of those guys—someone who is one-half of a couple. You go out on actual dates. You gaze into each other’s eyes. You have family gathering where you interact with your partner’s folks.
Hell no.
Hell to the fucking no.
The thought of turning into one of those guys is enough to cause even me to have a panic attack. I fight to stay calm as I look at Emily and spin her the same delusion I’m forcing myself to believe: That this is about sex and nothing else.
“No, not a date. The two of us can’t date. You know that. It would be a messy situation, to put it mildly. Plus, you have your whole life ahead of you to date guys your own age. Guys actually capable of falling in love.” She can’t mask her look of disappointment quickly enough. And in turn, I can’t stop myself. I have to comfort her. I reach out and affectionately touch her shoulder. “But don’t worry about that. I do want to see you again. That night we had together was amazing. And so was right now, in there.” I gesture with my head towards the office we just came out of. “So why stop there? You’re single. I’m always single. Let’s do it again.”
Chapter 12
Emily looks at me with wide eyes. Not for the first time, I feel uncomfortable at having to have this conversation so close to her father’s office.
But it’s worth the risk.
I have to have her again. I have to be able to feel that body of hers against mine. I have to be able to see her waiting with anticipation for me to touch her.
Just thinking about such things is enough to rev my engine.
“You mean like a purely sexual thing?” Emily asks with confusion. I nod with authority. Sharp and to the point. “And you think this is the best place to ask me something like that?”
“Where would you prefer me to do it?” I reply. “It’s not like I see you all the time. This is my only opportunity.” I put my hands in my pockets as I say, “Is that a no?”
“No. I mean I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Ouch. Not what any guy wants to hear.” She doesn’t laugh at the joke. I know she’s going to need further convincing, so I decide on a ballsy move. I gently take her hand into my own, and meet her eyes. “You had fun that night, didn’t you? I know I did. And again right now in that office. We’ve both got a lot on our minds right now. So why not? Sex is the ultimate form of stress relief.”
Emily has her jaw firmly set. She looks right back at me with intensity for half a minute. She’s clearly trying to make up her mind about my offer. “I don’t know,” she finally replies. But it’s a weak “I don’t know.” Truth is that she does know. She just needs a bit more of a push. A nudge, actually.
“And I think I can do even better,” I say with a smile. “I can kick it up to another notch.”
She�
�s intrigued. No doubt about it. The sex has been incredible for her as well. “Fine. Let’s say we do this. How many more times? We can’t keep it going forever. I’ll have to go back to school eventually. And I do want to get married and have a family of my own someday.”
“Relax,” I say, raising a hand. “I know this isn’t a permanent thing. Let’s just have fun till you go back to school. After that, we’ll probably never see each other again.”
Just saying those words hurts me. The idea of never seeing her again makes my breathing get heavier.
Emily smiles at me for some reason. I raise an inquisitive eyebrow.
“Something on your mind?”
She shakes her head. “It’s just that you said those same words to me the night we met, right before we left the bar together. You said we would never see each other again after sleeping together. Look how that turned out.”
“Good point,” I admit, vaguely recalling what I said that night. “Funny how things work out sometimes.”
“Life,” she says, nodding her head.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Life.” But I haven’t gotten an answer yet. Emily seems to pick up on that.
“It could be fun,” she says, more to herself than me.
“It will be,” I assure her. “And we could both use some fun in our lives. And it’s not like we’ll jump straight into bed. We can have dinner first.”
I watch her eyes. There’s a noticeable transition. She’s finally made up her mind. “Okay.”
Now it’s my turn to remember a similar exchange between us the night I met her at the bar. “Okay as in yes?”
“Okay as in yes,” she says with a smile that indicates that she also remembers.
“Then it’s settled. Be at my place around eight. Wear something nice. You know how those elitist restaurants can be to people who show up in jeans and a t-shirt.”
“Going somewhere fancy then?”
I don’t have a destination in mind, but there are several places I could take her. Places I’ve heard about since I’ve been here in Seattle. I’ve never actually been to one myself since they all seemed like spots where couples go.
