Don't Forget About Me: A Second Chance Amnesia Romance

by Eva Luxe

  A hear a knock on my door and Grace peaks her head in, but doesn’t enter the room. She looks nervous and I can’t help but feel the same way.

  “You wanted to see me?” she says, her eyes lingering on my face.

  “Yes, Grace, please come in,” I say, hoping beyond hope that she’ll enter the room and we’ll be back to where we were the week before.

  She steps into the room cautiously, papers from a project she was working on, in her hands.

  “I was hoping you would be able to stay late tonight,” I say, not looking directly at her. “We have a large project coming up and we’re going to need all hands on deck.”

  “Alright, I can stay,” she says, after a hesitant moment. “But it would have to be strictly professional. I can’t…”

  “It will be nothing but professional. I promise,” I say, making a promise I don’t think I’ll be able to keep. “Thank you for agreeing to stay. Overtime will be included.”

  She nods her head and walks back out the door without another word.

  Chapter Nine – Grace

  Later that evening, I find Grace on the floor of my office, surrounded by papers. She’s going through this weeks projections and finds a few discrepancies. By this simple act, I know I’ve hired a good assistant. In more way than one. After she finishes, she gets and looks at the clock: 8 o’clock.

  “I should really get going,” Grace says, wiping herself off. “I already missed dinner and my pare…my foster family doesn’t like it when I’m late.” She doesn’t lift her head to look at me but continues to readjust her clothing.

  “You told them you were staying late to work on a project though, right?” I ask, not wanting her to leave just yet.

  “Yes, a group project that the other assistants were working on,” she says, and makes her way toward the door. “I didn’t think it would take this long though. They’re expecting me.”

  I walk over toward her and grab her arm, gently, spinning her to face me. “What’s a few more minutes?” I give her a smile, trying to get her to give me one in return.

  I place my hands on either side of her head and gently touch my lips to hers. She hesitates at first but then throws her entire body into it. It’s like a switched has flipped on in her body. She kisses me with vigor and I can’t help but feel myself getting hard. I push her over toward the couch on the other side of the office and lay her down on it. I hold my weight above her and begin kissing her more passionately. I hear her moan softly at ever touch I give her. I trail my tongue down her neck and she giggles at the sensation. I bring my head up towards hers again and kiss her on the lips. She drags her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer to her. Her hands are everywhere on my body and I’m anxious to move things along.

  I begin pulling up her skirt but she puts a hand up to stop me.

  “Wait, we can’t,” she says, out of breath. She moves from underneath me and I can’t help but feel disappointed.

  “Why not? Do you not want to?” I ask. My hands are still on her skirt but I don’t move them any further. “I know you’re a virgin but I promise I’ll be gentle. You don’t have to worry about that.”

  “It’s not that,” she says and pulls her body further away from me. I sit up on the couch and look at her, curious. “Well, it is and it isn’t.”

  “What else is it about?” I ask, not having a single clear notion as to what she could be referring to. Most women don’t hesitate to be with me. But this girl, she’s something else entirely.

  “Why not? We’re both adults.” I stroke my fingers along her arms and she watches the motion with her eyes. I bit my lip, desperate to touch her more.

  “I can’t be with you because this is a sin. God doesn’t want us to do this.”

  I stare at her in disbelief. I knew she was a virgin but I didn’t think that this was the reason why. In fact, the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.

  “Is that why you’re a virgin? Are you saving yourself?” I honestly didn’t think there were women out there who still did that. It’s not like they can’t explore their own sexual desires. Everyone woman I’ve known has been more than willing to do so.

  She nods silently at me, her cheeks getting red in embarrassment. I desperately want to comfort her but she might take my reaching towards her the wrong way.

  “I didn’t know that,” I say, looking around towards the bookcase, avoiding her eyes. “So, what do we do?” I ask, hoping there’s going to be a satisfying answer.

  “I can’t have sex with you,” she says, causing me to look at her. I immediately recognize a golden opportunity and I’m hoping she’s willing to take it with me.

  “You know, there’s plenty we can do that doesn’t involve penetration. You can still remain…intact,” I say, slowly and carefully, as not to offend her. I hope my offer of a solution is satisfying for the both of us.

  She looks up at me, her eyes narrowing, but she doesn’t get up from the couch. She remains where she is and continues to stare.

  “Please, let me eat your pussy,” I say, wanting nothing more than my tongue on her most intimate body parts. “It will be entirely for your pleasure, I promise.”

  I watch as the thoughts run through her head and she narrows her eyes again, coming to a conclusion. “Okay,” she says and slides her body closer to mine. I hike her skirt up above her waist and pull her panties off in one fluid movement.

  I gaze at her exposed pussy and smile, pleased with what I see. I run a finger along the inside of her thigh, knowing full well that it will get her going. She instinctually raises her hips toward my face and I take in the scent of her. I run my hands along her thighs and toward her soft buttocks. I squeeze her ass gently, bringing her glorious pussy closer. I look up a layer of sweat and anticipation has broken out against her forehead. I spread her legs wider and then gently lick her lips. She tightens immediately at the touch but doesn’t stop me. I lick her gently again and again, moving my tongue faster with each movement. I watch as she becomes wet with desire and the mere fact that I’ve turned her on makes me extremely hard. She moans softly and her hips begin moving again. I trail one finger along her lips and she shrieks loudly. I take this as encouragement to continue.

  I move my finger up towards her clit and tap it softly with just the tip of my finger. She immediately closes her legs in response, her thighs tights against my head. I remove my finger from her clit and replace it with my tongue. Her response is immediate. I continue sucking as I feel her reach climax. Her body begins to tense, both of us waiting in anticipation for her orgasm to come full circle. I suck on her clit with vigor, her body spasms and she emits an extremely cute squeal. Her squeal becomes a full-on scream as she reaches her finish, her pussy lips dripping with cum. I lick any remaining juices from her body, enjoying the taste of her. I sit back, a smile wide on my face, impressed by my accomplishments.

  I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and look up at Grace. She’s breathing heavily and has a wide grin on her face, one hand is flung over her eyes.

  “Good thing no one was around to hear that,” she says and I can’t help but agree with her. I hadn’t expected her to be a screamer. It was a pleasant surprise.

  “I know that you were hesitant about us doing anything,” I say, getting up from the couch and handing Grace her panties. “And I understand that. So, from now on I’ll respect that and not try and pursue anything further with you until you say otherwise.”

  Grace slide her panties on and pulls her skirt all the way down. She gives me an intriguing look. I’m not sure what she’s thinking.

  “I appreciate that and I think that’s wise,” she says, coming over to me. “I don’t need any more guilt or shame for feeling this way. I think it’s best that we don’t take things further.” She gets up from the couch and composes herself, sliding a hand down her wrinkled blouse. She sighs, knowing that there’s nothing she can do to eliminate the wrinkles.

  I nod my head at her and I place her coat in her hands.
I help her put I on, careful not to inhale the lovely scent of sex coming off her.

  Chapter Ten – Grace

  The next day at work, Boyd insists that the person who was supposed to initially train me, train me instead of him. He seems to be taking the not seeing each other very seriously. I appreciate him respecting my wishes but I find it hard not seeing him as often as I used to. He spends an unusual amount of time in his office and he rarely calls me in to see him anymore.

  “This program is designed for cater to the company’s needs,” Noah says, looking over my shoulder as I type. His idea of training is being way too close to me. At least he’s not like Gabe and isn’t trying to sneak of a peak at my boobs every time he sees me. “You keep track of everyone’s schedules, their meetings and when projects are due. Everything you need is right here.”

  “Thanks, I think I can take it from here,” I say, hoping my tone will indict that his close talking isn’t exactly endearing. He moves away from me and gathers up a few more folders.

  “If you need anything else, I’ll be right over here,” Noah says and goes back over to his desk mere feet away. He gives me a smile and I force one in return. I have nothing against Noah and he knows what he’s doing. The training isn’t the problem. It’s the fat that I can’t get Boyd out of my head. I want nothing more than for him to call me into his office so I can see him face to face.

  “Grace,” I hear my name and immediately look up. I see Boyd standing in his office doorway, looking directly at me. “Would you come here for a moment?”

  I nod my head and try and contain myself. I gather my things in what I hope looks like a calm and collected manner. Not in the manner in which I want to sprint over to him and jump into his arms.

  He leaves the door open and I walk into this office. I turn to close the door but he puts a hand up to stop me.

  “I wanted to talk to you about your progress so far,” he says, louder than would be necessary. I get the feeling that he’s trying to let people know that I’ll be in his office for a while, but for professional reasons. The thought gets me all hot and bothered.

  “Sure, Mr. Ashdown,” I say, playing along. “I’d greatly appreciate knowing how you think I’m doing here.”

  He gestures for me to close the door and I do so without hesitation.

  As soon as the door’s closed, he’s immediately in front of me. He hesitates for a moment before kissing me, urgently and passionately.

  “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he says, once he pulls away. “I can’t stand being away from you for so long.” He kisses me again and I grab onto his shirt, bunching it together in my hands. My breath comes heavily and I gasp, pulling away from him.

  “Me either,” I say, taking his hands in mine. “I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you. I can barely get any work done. Anytime Noah tries to teach my something, it goes it one ear and out the other.”

  “Well, that could be a problem,” Boyd says, smiling. “We’re going to have to do something about our work ethic. I can’t seem to get any work done either.”

  “I know I said before that we couldn’t have sex and that it would be a sin, but I can’t stop thinking that I don’t care. I want to be with you Boyd,” I say, finally telling him and myself the truth. I had at first thought that I was only feeling lust for Boyd but these last few weeks without him have been torture. I want nothing more than to be with him as much as possible.

  “I want to be with you too, Grace,” Boyd says, grabbing my waist and pulling me close to him. He kisses me deeply, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I suck on his tongue and the response is immediate. He pulls me even closer and begins tugging on my blouse. He pulls it over my head and tosses it to the floor.

  “If what happened last time was any indication of our volume level, we’ll have to be careful,” I say, giggling. “It is the middle of the day.”

  “I think we can manage,” Boyd says, unbuckling his belt and tossing it on top of my blouse. He looks at me with lust and with something else. I can’t quite put my finger on it but I file it away for later. I reach over towards him and start unbuttoning his shirt. Then I toss it to the side of the room.

  I walk over to the couch, sliding out of my skirt as a do so. I can feel his eyes on me and heard his pants drop to the floor. I can’t help but smile. I feel his hands on me in an instant and turn around to face him. I put my hands on his bare chest and marvel at the feel of his hard pecks. This is going to be fun.

  I pull his briefs down in an instant and his penis springs forward just for me. I smile at the sight and grab a hold of his engorged cock, rubbing it vigorously with my hands. He smiles and kisses me again, deeply. His tongue reaching the roof of my mouth. I pull away and move to sit down on the couch, but he pulls me back up toward him. He turns me around and walks me over to his desk where he bends me over. His hands run along my buttocks, squeezing it gently. Then, out of nowhere, he slaps his hand across my ass and I let out a yelp. I look back over at him and he raises his eyebrows in question, asking for my permission to continue. I nod my head at him and he doesn’t leave a moment of hesitation. He slaps my ass again and then rubs his hand against my backside to soften the blow.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl, Grace,” Boyd says, running a hand up my back. “You haven’t been getting your work done.” Slap. “And because of this insubordination, I’m going to have to punish you.” Slap.

  I hear him unwrapping something and can only assume that it’s a condom.

  “Don’t want to take any chances,” Boyd says, affirming my suspicions.

  After a moment, he grabs my ass with both hands and I can feel the tip of his large member against the entrance of my pussy. I’m already wet with desire and I can’t stand the thought of him being so close to me without him actually being inside me.

  “Do with me, what you must, Mr. Ashdown,” I say, in what I hope sounds like a sexy manner. He takes this as an invitation and slowly slides his penis inside me. His gentleness almost makes me want to weep. But the feel of him inside me, makes me want to cum. He moves in and out of my slowly at first but then begins to pick up the rhythm. He grabs my hips for support and moves harder with each thrust. The desk groans its resistance and I groan in unison with Boyd. I can’t help but imagine his large cock as an eight inch tool, trying to move deeper inside me.

  On and on, Boyd hammers inside me, moving harder and faster. Beads of sweat break out on my upper lip and my forehead. Soon, my orgasm reaches climax and I can feel the tension in his penis. My vagina closes tightly around his cock and he lets out a moan of pleasure. Just as I’m about to cum, I feel his cock vibrating, and can feeling him emptying his clip at the same time as me. I lift my head back and try to control my breathing. He runs a hand along my back and slowly pulls out of me. The empty sensation, new and uninviting.

  “That was amazing,” I say, turning around and kissing him deeply. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me.

  “It wasn’t too rough?” Boyd asks, concern clear on his face. He searches my face with his eyes. “I didn’t hurt you?”

  “To the contrary, Mr. Ashdown,” I say, running my hands along his body. “You’ve made me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before in my life.” I speak honestly, feeling as though this man is the only one who can bring out my true self.

  “I’m glad to hear that. And I enjoyed that very much too,” Boyd says, picking up our clothes from the floor and separately them out between us.

  I slowly get dressed, watching him the entire time. I can’t get rid of the smile on my face as I finished dressing and gather up my work to leave. He smiles widely at me as I leave his office and the all too distressing thoughts of what I’ve just done don’t reach me until I’m half way down the hallway.

  Chapter Eleven – Grace

  “I need to tell you both something,” I say, walking into the dining room where both Andrew and Colleen are silently working their own laptops. They only occasional
ly speak to each as to not disrupt the flow for the other. They stop what they’re doing and look up at me.

  “What’s wrong, darling?” Colleen says, concern clear on her face. “Please, sit down.”

  I take the seat she offers beside her. I try and remain as calm as possible, not knowing how they’re going to take the news I’m about to drop on them. This isn’t going to go well.

  “Well, I talked about this with Andrew a few weeks ago,” I begin and watch as they exchange looks. Andrew looks like he’s about to speak but he stops, thinking better of it and gestures for me to go ahead. “I’m sure he told you, Colleen.”

  “Yes, Andrew did tell me. But he also said that you told him nothing had happened between you and your boss.”

  “That wasn’t strictly true...”

  “What do you mean?” Andrew asks, reaching toward me and placing his hand on top of mine. “Did something happen? You can talk to us. We’ve always been honest in this family. That still holds true.” Colleen nods her head in agreement. I hang my head but work up the courage to look them in the eye when I tell them the truth.

  “Well, when we first talked, it wasn’t just that I was starting to have feelings for my Boyd. It was…”

  “Is Boyd your boss?” Colleen asks.

  I nod my head and try to continue but by the looks on their faces, I can sense that they already know what I’m going to say.

  “Did you sleep with him?” Andrew looks directly at me and I’m unable to look away from his piercing gaze. Colleen looks between Andrew and I, silently willing the truth to be not as it seems.