she still trusted
him, and hiccupped with laughter when he swung her away from the wall, and began
to carry her, still on the prow of his erection, down the little hallway and
into a room at the end. Every so gently, he used her to nudge the door wider,
then strode into what was revealed to be his bedroom, heading for the bed.
Miranda didn’t notice much about the room, except that it was
decorated in blues, and appeared incredibly tidy, but what she did see was that
spread right beneath where he clearly intended to deposit her, was a freshly
pressed suit laid out, along with shirt, underwear and socks.
“Where were you going?” she asked, the question purely
automatic and female. Despite the fact that his cock was inside her, she felt
fear and uncertainty for the first time since she’d walked into the flat. What
if he had a girlfriend? Someone he had a real relationship with, not just a
weird out-of-office sex thing?
“Don’t worry, sweetheart…it was all for you,” he said as he set
her down, inclining over her. He slipped out of her then, and let rip a lurid
curse, but a moment later, he’d rearranged her body and his and he thrust inside
her again, this time with the stable surface of the bed beneath her back.
“Good” was all Miranda could gasp, as he began to plough her in
even deeper strokes than before.
Despite the fact that they were fucking in comfort now, she
felt giddy, whirling, almost hysterical. The sensations doubled, tripled, went
off the scale, enhanced and illuminated by subconscious realizations and hopes
and dreams. He cared, he loved her, and something even greater and more
wonderful than just this sublime physical experience lay ahead.
But she was going to have to live through this, and have an
orgasm again first. Or several orgasms…
* * *
Afterward, naked, and following several passionate
joinings, they dozed. Or at least, Patrick did.
Typical man.
But Miranda smiled fondly at his beautiful fallen angel
profile, and his tousled blond curls. He was adorable, and she did adore him and
love him. And how dumb was she not to comprehend this a lot, lot sooner.
I should never have given you a job. I
should just have asked you for a date.
It would have been much, much simpler from a work and
relationship perspective. Who knew where they’d be by now? Far further along
their path together…maybe?
As if he’d sensed her troubled thoughts, he stirred and turned
toward her, his face alight with that sunny smile she loved so much.
“Well, fancy you being here,” he said, stroking her face. “I’ve
fantasized about you being here, and wanked so often while imagining you here,
that I can’t believe that it’s really actually happened.”
The idea of him touching himself and pleasuring himself made
Miranda’s skin tingle, and impossibly, given the amount of climaxes she’d
enjoyed, her pussy rippled with fresh desire. But there were issues to be
settled, plans to me made, and even in this quiet, special, love-filled room,
the businesswoman, the organizer in her, rallied.
“Please tell me you’re going to withdraw your notice now.” It
was going to be awkward working together and maintaining a relationship, but if
they were discreet and sensible there was no reason why they couldn’t manage
it.
“No, I’m not,” he said, his eyes steady. “I can’t come back to
the company.”
A great, empty hole seemed to yawn inside her, the prospect of
not seeing him every day, not talking with him, laughing with him. It wasn’t
even the sex. It was him, with her, that she’d missed. He was the one constant
in her life, the daily necessity, and now she could admit how little she’d
looked forward to weekends since he’d become her assistant.
“I can’t come back because relationships between staff members
are frowned upon. I’d rather see you all the rest of the time, and just get
another job.” His thumb moved slowly over her skin, brushing her lower lip, that
was a little
him, and hiccupped with laughter when he swung her away from the wall, and began
to carry her, still on the prow of his erection, down the little hallway and
into a room at the end. Every so gently, he used her to nudge the door wider,
then strode into what was revealed to be his bedroom, heading for the bed.
Miranda didn’t notice much about the room, except that it was
decorated in blues, and appeared incredibly tidy, but what she did see was that
spread right beneath where he clearly intended to deposit her, was a freshly
pressed suit laid out, along with shirt, underwear and socks.
“Where were you going?” she asked, the question purely
automatic and female. Despite the fact that his cock was inside her, she felt
fear and uncertainty for the first time since she’d walked into the flat. What
if he had a girlfriend? Someone he had a real relationship with, not just a
weird out-of-office sex thing?
“Don’t worry, sweetheart…it was all for you,” he said as he set
her down, inclining over her. He slipped out of her then, and let rip a lurid
curse, but a moment later, he’d rearranged her body and his and he thrust inside
her again, this time with the stable surface of the bed beneath her back.
“Good” was all Miranda could gasp, as he began to plough her in
even deeper strokes than before.
Despite the fact that they were fucking in comfort now, she
felt giddy, whirling, almost hysterical. The sensations doubled, tripled, went
off the scale, enhanced and illuminated by subconscious realizations and hopes
and dreams. He cared, he loved her, and something even greater and more
wonderful than just this sublime physical experience lay ahead.
But she was going to have to live through this, and have an
orgasm again first. Or several orgasms…
* * *
Afterward, naked, and following several passionate
joinings, they dozed. Or at least, Patrick did.
Typical man.
But Miranda smiled fondly at his beautiful fallen angel
profile, and his tousled blond curls. He was adorable, and she did adore him and
love him. And how dumb was she not to comprehend this a lot, lot sooner.
I should never have given you a job. I
should just have asked you for a date.
It would have been much, much simpler from a work and
relationship perspective. Who knew where they’d be by now? Far further along
their path together…maybe?
As if he’d sensed her troubled thoughts, he stirred and turned
toward her, his face alight with that sunny smile she loved so much.
“Well, fancy you being here,” he said, stroking her face. “I’ve
fantasized about you being here, and wanked so often while imagining you here,
that I can’t believe that it’s really actually happened.”
The idea of him touching himself and pleasuring himself made
Miranda’s skin tingle, and impossibly, given the amount of climaxes she’d
enjoyed, her pussy rippled with fresh desire. But there were issues to be
settled, plans to me made, and even in this quiet, special, love-filled room,
the businesswoman, the organizer in her, rallied.
“Please tell me you’re going to withdraw your notice now.” It
was going to be awkward working together and maintaining a relationship, but if
they were discreet and sensible there was no reason why they couldn’t manage
it.
“No, I’m not,” he said, his eyes steady. “I can’t come back to
the company.”
A great, empty hole seemed to yawn inside her, the prospect of
not seeing him every day, not talking with him, laughing with him. It wasn’t
even the sex. It was him, with her, that she’d missed. He was the one constant
in her life, the daily necessity, and now she could admit how little she’d
looked forward to weekends since he’d become her assistant.
“I can’t come back because relationships between staff members
are frowned upon. I’d rather see you all the rest of the time, and just get
another job.” His thumb moved slowly over her skin, brushing her lower lip, that
was a little
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