like I’d promised. The last thing I
wanted was for her to think I wasn’t committed to putting effort
into a relationship.
I opened up my
computer and quickly went about paying wages and the few invoices
that needed attention. Time management had never been my strong
suite, but if I was going to succeed and make the most of this
business, now was the time to learn. As the day ticked away more
quickly than I anticipated, I was dragged back to thoughts of Inta.
We’d had to come to work together this morning on the bike, and
though she put on a brave face I knew she was bothered by it.
Checking the time, I figured if I left now I had enough time to get
back in time to catch Inta before she left for the day. Grabbing my
helmet and keys, I headed out the back door and sped off.
I finally had
everything under control at the office, my mid-afternoon plans had
gone well and I’d had time to drop in and talk to Roman and tell
him about Inta and I.
What had
started as an unproductive day had turned out well in the end.
Heading out into the studio, I noticed that the guys were all busy
with clients and Inta had just finished up for the day.
Winking in her
direction, her face blushed but she met my eye contact and smiled
cheekily back. I tapped my watch and she mouthed “five minutes” to
me. Checking the bookings schedule, I noticed Valenti and Halls
would be finishing at the same time and would be able to close up
for the night. Great, everything was falling into place nicely.
Settling back
into my chair, I shut my eyes for the first time all day; I was so
tired. It took a while to get Inta relaxed last night and once she
did, her need for release was intense. We’d finally fallen apart,
utterly exhausted in the early hours of the morning after a
marathon session and though I was exhausted, I knew already I was
keen to back up again tonight.
As if reading
my thoughts, I looked up to see Inta sashaying past my office and
giving me a wink on the way past. It was time to split and get this
gorgeous woman home.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
We'd been together a few weeks and though we were
spending every available minute together, each day still felt new
and fresh and fun—a first for me given my track record with
relationships. Inta had slowly overcome some of her fears about
giving up control and was finally starting to enjoy her new relaxed
and carefree lifestyle.
Pulling away
from her, I murmured, “I’ll take you home, you can get some
supplies before the weekend” before returning my attention back to
nuzzling her neck.
“I should have
the weekend at home Dom” she whispered, “I’ve spent every waking
moment either here or at your place for weeks, I barely know what
my place looks like anymore!” she replied, throwing her head back
to allow me more access to her neck.
“You’re luckier
than me; I haven’t even been invited back to your place yet”, I
said with mock outrage.
“Ha! That’s
because your house is so perfect Dom, I don’t want to leave there”
she laughed back.
Now that got my
attention. I’d wondered why she’d never invited me back to her
place—it was a compliment that she found my home so comfortable, I
wondered if now was the right time to ask her to move in with me.
We’d both become consumed in each other and the direction that the
relationship was heading. Every time we parted, I felt like I was
losing a part of myself so to me it seemed only natural that she’d
move in with me, sooner rather than later.
“Let’s go”, I
said, straightening up and pulling her shirt back up onto her
shoulders.
“Where?” she
said excitedly.
“I want you
now, Miss Inta. It’s either here on my desk again” I said with a
smirk, “or back at your place".
“Oh Dom, you
are persistent” she smiled, already unbuttoning her shirt. “I love
it when you take me on your desk.”
Who was I to
argue, we’d get to her place eventually even if it was just to pack
her stuff up so she could
wanted was for her to think I wasn’t committed to putting effort
into a relationship.
I opened up my
computer and quickly went about paying wages and the few invoices
that needed attention. Time management had never been my strong
suite, but if I was going to succeed and make the most of this
business, now was the time to learn. As the day ticked away more
quickly than I anticipated, I was dragged back to thoughts of Inta.
We’d had to come to work together this morning on the bike, and
though she put on a brave face I knew she was bothered by it.
Checking the time, I figured if I left now I had enough time to get
back in time to catch Inta before she left for the day. Grabbing my
helmet and keys, I headed out the back door and sped off.
I finally had
everything under control at the office, my mid-afternoon plans had
gone well and I’d had time to drop in and talk to Roman and tell
him about Inta and I.
What had
started as an unproductive day had turned out well in the end.
Heading out into the studio, I noticed that the guys were all busy
with clients and Inta had just finished up for the day.
Winking in her
direction, her face blushed but she met my eye contact and smiled
cheekily back. I tapped my watch and she mouthed “five minutes” to
me. Checking the bookings schedule, I noticed Valenti and Halls
would be finishing at the same time and would be able to close up
for the night. Great, everything was falling into place nicely.
Settling back
into my chair, I shut my eyes for the first time all day; I was so
tired. It took a while to get Inta relaxed last night and once she
did, her need for release was intense. We’d finally fallen apart,
utterly exhausted in the early hours of the morning after a
marathon session and though I was exhausted, I knew already I was
keen to back up again tonight.
As if reading
my thoughts, I looked up to see Inta sashaying past my office and
giving me a wink on the way past. It was time to split and get this
gorgeous woman home.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
We'd been together a few weeks and though we were
spending every available minute together, each day still felt new
and fresh and fun—a first for me given my track record with
relationships. Inta had slowly overcome some of her fears about
giving up control and was finally starting to enjoy her new relaxed
and carefree lifestyle.
Pulling away
from her, I murmured, “I’ll take you home, you can get some
supplies before the weekend” before returning my attention back to
nuzzling her neck.
“I should have
the weekend at home Dom” she whispered, “I’ve spent every waking
moment either here or at your place for weeks, I barely know what
my place looks like anymore!” she replied, throwing her head back
to allow me more access to her neck.
“You’re luckier
than me; I haven’t even been invited back to your place yet”, I
said with mock outrage.
“Ha! That’s
because your house is so perfect Dom, I don’t want to leave there”
she laughed back.
Now that got my
attention. I’d wondered why she’d never invited me back to her
place—it was a compliment that she found my home so comfortable, I
wondered if now was the right time to ask her to move in with me.
We’d both become consumed in each other and the direction that the
relationship was heading. Every time we parted, I felt like I was
losing a part of myself so to me it seemed only natural that she’d
move in with me, sooner rather than later.
“Let’s go”, I
said, straightening up and pulling her shirt back up onto her
shoulders.
“Where?” she
said excitedly.
“I want you
now, Miss Inta. It’s either here on my desk again” I said with a
smirk, “or back at your place".
“Oh Dom, you
are persistent” she smiled, already unbuttoning her shirt. “I love
it when you take me on your desk.”
Who was I to
argue, we’d get to her place eventually even if it was just to pack
her stuff up so she could
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