“You mean, when do you really get to fuck me again?”
“No, I’m going to fuck you tonight,” he said. “I truly mean, when are you coming back to work?”
“Once you admit that you need me a lot more than you think you do, and once you apologize for being so rude to me over the past year that I’ve worked for you.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Well, amazing sex aside, I have three more weeks of sick leave and some very generous vacation days I can make use of. As a matter of fact—”
“I need you and I’m sorry.” His words came out in a rush. “And I really do need you to come back to help me, until you “quit” that is...”
I knew he wanted me to say that I wasn’t quitting, that I would at least consider staying, but one nice date and hot office sex or not, I was leaving Leighton Publishing the second I received a worthy enough job offer.
Thankfully, the waiter returned before I could get a word out, and the two of us ordered the exact same thing. A simple Swiss chicken pasta.
To my surprise, Michael steered our dinner conversation away from work and sex. For hours, we talked about all the things we had in common, which, for some reason, was a lot more than I thought.
And even though he was behaving like a complete gentleman, every time our eyes met, it was clear he was seconds away from suggesting that I let him fuck me on the spot.
At three o’clock in the morning, the waiter told us he couldn’t keep the space open a second longer, so Michael helped me into my coat and we ventured out into the city. He held me against his side as snow fell over us, and we walked all the way down to the skating rink at Rockefeller Plaza.
I gripped the railing and for several minutes we watched couples and families attempt to keep their balance on the ice.
“Can I ask you something personal?” I looked up at Michael.
“Yes.”
“Were any of those stories in the tabloids from last year true?”
“Some of them.”
“Oh.” I frowned. “Really?”
“What are you really asking me, Mya?”
“Is there any reason why you haven’t been featured in one for a very long time?”
“Yes...It’s because I haven’t done any of the things I used to do for a very long time.” He trailed his finger against my lips. “I promised my advisor I would tone down my ‘activities’ for the sake of the company going public in the future.” He paused. “I also happened to accidentally hire a very compelling and sexy distraction working on the floor right below me.”
“In other words, you slept with your usual groupies in private.”
“I tried to.” He admitted. “But I was honestly too damn attracted to someone else to waste my time on other people.”
“I don’t believe you.” I blushed. “There’s no way you haven’t slept with anyone else since I started working for you.”
“You should, and I haven’t.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “I have no reason to lie to you. I even tried getting rid of you when you first started since you were such a distraction, but that clearly didn’t work out.”
“You were purposely being mean to me in the beginning to get me to quit?”
He smiled, silently confirming it.
“That is so...” I couldn’t believe he could look so genuine while saying that. “That is so fucked up.”
“It was.”
“No, is.” I looked into his eyes. “You still act as if you’re trying to get me to quit.”
“Sign the extension and I’ll be a lot nicer.”
“How about treat me better first and I’ll consider thinking about it?”
“How about both?” He gently pushed me against the railing. “I haven’t truly been ‘mean’ to you in the past six months. Demanding? Yes. Slightly unreasonable with the scheduling time and getting upset about you refusing to sign my contract? Maybe.”
“Definitely.”
“Fine,” he said. “But I haven’t been ‘mean’ to you.”
“You’ve just done your best to keep me out of your sight and far away from you, because you were thinking about having me as much as I was thinking about having you?”
“Exactly.” A smile spread across his face. “I was only protecting myself.”
I burst into laughter, feeling his lips against mine within seconds, feeling his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me close.
“Can I take you home and fuck you now?” he whispered against my mouth. “Or do we need to do something else to make you see that I really do like you?”
“We can...” I blushed at his last five words. “We can do the first thing you said.”
***
Michael unlocked the door to his lavish penthouse condo, ushering me into his bedroom that overlooked the city. The second he closed the door behind us, his lips were on mine and his arms were around my waist.
“I can’t stay with you long tonight,” I whispered. “I have to leave within an hour.”
“An hour?” He unzipped the side of my dress. “What makes you think I’ll be done with you in an hour?”
“Nothing, but my boss is highly obsessed with me being on time for work, and it’s already five o’clock in the morning. If I’m more than a minute late, he’ll send me an email and act like it’s the end of the world.”
He let out a low laugh and tore off my panties. “I think he’ll be more than willing to make an exception in this case.”
I moved my hand down to his pants, pulling his zipper. “I’m not so sure about that. He can be quite the asshole sometimes.”
“Is that so?” His pants hit the floor and he kissed me harder, trapping my bottom lip between his teeth. He pushed my dress down off my shoulders, and then he pushed me back onto the bed.
“That’s very so.” I smiled as he climbed in bed next to me, as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. “I’d be very surprised if he was late to work today at all.”
“He will be.” He grabbed my hands and rolled me on top of him. He put on a condom and slowly positioned me over his hardened cock—silently commanding me to lower myself onto it.
I took my time, filling myself with him inch by inch, and when he was completely inside of me, I entwined my hands with his and rocked against him.
“Fuck...” He breathed as I tried to speed up my rhythm, as he gripped my hips and forced me to slow down.
Freeing his right hand from mine, he pulled my head closer and covered my mouth with his—kissing me until I was nearly breathless.
He pressed his fingers deeper into my skin, controlling the movement of my hips. He whispered my name against my lips, and my muscles tensed as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me.
“Fuck, Mya...” He held onto me tightly as he came, and I felt familiar waves of pleasure rolling through me at the same time.
Panting uncontrollably, my entire body went limp and I collapsed against his chest.
I shut my eyes, expecting him to let me catch my breath, but he quickly moved me off of him and flipped me onto my stomach.
Confused, but too tired to ask what he was doing, I kept my eyes shut and groaned. The next thing I felt was his mouth against my back, him leaving feather-light kisses in a soft trail all the way down my spine. All the way down to my cheeks.
“No, I’m going to fuck you tonight,” he said. “I truly mean, when are you coming back to work?”
“Once you admit that you need me a lot more than you think you do, and once you apologize for being so rude to me over the past year that I’ve worked for you.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Well, amazing sex aside, I have three more weeks of sick leave and some very generous vacation days I can make use of. As a matter of fact—”
“I need you and I’m sorry.” His words came out in a rush. “And I really do need you to come back to help me, until you “quit” that is...”
I knew he wanted me to say that I wasn’t quitting, that I would at least consider staying, but one nice date and hot office sex or not, I was leaving Leighton Publishing the second I received a worthy enough job offer.
Thankfully, the waiter returned before I could get a word out, and the two of us ordered the exact same thing. A simple Swiss chicken pasta.
To my surprise, Michael steered our dinner conversation away from work and sex. For hours, we talked about all the things we had in common, which, for some reason, was a lot more than I thought.
And even though he was behaving like a complete gentleman, every time our eyes met, it was clear he was seconds away from suggesting that I let him fuck me on the spot.
At three o’clock in the morning, the waiter told us he couldn’t keep the space open a second longer, so Michael helped me into my coat and we ventured out into the city. He held me against his side as snow fell over us, and we walked all the way down to the skating rink at Rockefeller Plaza.
I gripped the railing and for several minutes we watched couples and families attempt to keep their balance on the ice.
“Can I ask you something personal?” I looked up at Michael.
“Yes.”
“Were any of those stories in the tabloids from last year true?”
“Some of them.”
“Oh.” I frowned. “Really?”
“What are you really asking me, Mya?”
“Is there any reason why you haven’t been featured in one for a very long time?”
“Yes...It’s because I haven’t done any of the things I used to do for a very long time.” He trailed his finger against my lips. “I promised my advisor I would tone down my ‘activities’ for the sake of the company going public in the future.” He paused. “I also happened to accidentally hire a very compelling and sexy distraction working on the floor right below me.”
“In other words, you slept with your usual groupies in private.”
“I tried to.” He admitted. “But I was honestly too damn attracted to someone else to waste my time on other people.”
“I don’t believe you.” I blushed. “There’s no way you haven’t slept with anyone else since I started working for you.”
“You should, and I haven’t.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “I have no reason to lie to you. I even tried getting rid of you when you first started since you were such a distraction, but that clearly didn’t work out.”
“You were purposely being mean to me in the beginning to get me to quit?”
He smiled, silently confirming it.
“That is so...” I couldn’t believe he could look so genuine while saying that. “That is so fucked up.”
“It was.”
“No, is.” I looked into his eyes. “You still act as if you’re trying to get me to quit.”
“Sign the extension and I’ll be a lot nicer.”
“How about treat me better first and I’ll consider thinking about it?”
“How about both?” He gently pushed me against the railing. “I haven’t truly been ‘mean’ to you in the past six months. Demanding? Yes. Slightly unreasonable with the scheduling time and getting upset about you refusing to sign my contract? Maybe.”
“Definitely.”
“Fine,” he said. “But I haven’t been ‘mean’ to you.”
“You’ve just done your best to keep me out of your sight and far away from you, because you were thinking about having me as much as I was thinking about having you?”
“Exactly.” A smile spread across his face. “I was only protecting myself.”
I burst into laughter, feeling his lips against mine within seconds, feeling his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me close.
“Can I take you home and fuck you now?” he whispered against my mouth. “Or do we need to do something else to make you see that I really do like you?”
“We can...” I blushed at his last five words. “We can do the first thing you said.”
***
Michael unlocked the door to his lavish penthouse condo, ushering me into his bedroom that overlooked the city. The second he closed the door behind us, his lips were on mine and his arms were around my waist.
“I can’t stay with you long tonight,” I whispered. “I have to leave within an hour.”
“An hour?” He unzipped the side of my dress. “What makes you think I’ll be done with you in an hour?”
“Nothing, but my boss is highly obsessed with me being on time for work, and it’s already five o’clock in the morning. If I’m more than a minute late, he’ll send me an email and act like it’s the end of the world.”
He let out a low laugh and tore off my panties. “I think he’ll be more than willing to make an exception in this case.”
I moved my hand down to his pants, pulling his zipper. “I’m not so sure about that. He can be quite the asshole sometimes.”
“Is that so?” His pants hit the floor and he kissed me harder, trapping my bottom lip between his teeth. He pushed my dress down off my shoulders, and then he pushed me back onto the bed.
“That’s very so.” I smiled as he climbed in bed next to me, as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. “I’d be very surprised if he was late to work today at all.”
“He will be.” He grabbed my hands and rolled me on top of him. He put on a condom and slowly positioned me over his hardened cock—silently commanding me to lower myself onto it.
I took my time, filling myself with him inch by inch, and when he was completely inside of me, I entwined my hands with his and rocked against him.
“Fuck...” He breathed as I tried to speed up my rhythm, as he gripped my hips and forced me to slow down.
Freeing his right hand from mine, he pulled my head closer and covered my mouth with his—kissing me until I was nearly breathless.
He pressed his fingers deeper into my skin, controlling the movement of my hips. He whispered my name against my lips, and my muscles tensed as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me.
“Fuck, Mya...” He held onto me tightly as he came, and I felt familiar waves of pleasure rolling through me at the same time.
Panting uncontrollably, my entire body went limp and I collapsed against his chest.
I shut my eyes, expecting him to let me catch my breath, but he quickly moved me off of him and flipped me onto my stomach.
Confused, but too tired to ask what he was doing, I kept my eyes shut and groaned. The next thing I felt was his mouth against my back, him leaving feather-light kisses in a soft trail all the way down my spine. All the way down to my cheeks.
