New York Nights
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“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, leaving feather-light kisses in a soft trail all the way down my spine. All the way down to my cheeks.
Both of them.
“There,” he said, slapping my ass and flipping me over. “Now you can officially say I’ve kissed your ass.”
We both burst into uncontrollable laughter, and he positioned a pillow under my head.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Do you need anything?”
“Water ... And a grand tour of your apartment later.”
“Okay. We can definitely do that.” He kissed my forehead and walked away.
I winced as I tried to stretch my legs and managed to roll over on my side. I looked around the room for my purse, spotting my cell phone flashing the tell-tale blue light of a new email from its pocket. Thinking it was Amy with an emergency, I pulled the sheets over myself and got out of bed.
Subject: What I Need Today.
You in my office for a meeting at ten.
Michael Leighton,
CEO, Leighton Publishing
What the!
I turned around immediately, finding myself face to face with Michael. “You seriously expect me to be able to get to work and hold a ten o’clock meeting with you today?”
“Yes.” He pulled me toward the bed. “I have some former fantasies of my own I’d like us to fulfill in my office....”
THE EMAILS
Mya Subject: Non-Assholery Report #15 (Get Used to This New Gmail Account)
He bought me flowers today. Fresh white lilies from my favorite florist. (A florist I don’t recall ever telling him about...)
But then he asked me to sign that extension again.
Maybe he’s not that bad after all? Or is this just the sex talking?
Your bestie,
Mya
Subject: Re: Non-Assholery Report #15 (Get Used to This New Gmail Account)
It’s. Just. The. Sex. Talking.
Please!
(But I will admit that him sending you flowers and getting your coffee every morning is a nice and necessary change ... It’s still the sex talking though. :) )
Your bestie,
Amy
Subject: Apple Just Turned Me Down...
Apple just called me and said they will not be able to offer me employment based on “extensive conversations with my reference.” Do you think Brad said something negative about me? :(
PS—Google just called me and said the same thing...
Your bestie,
Mya
Subject: Re: Apple Just Turned Me Down...
I’m so sorry, Mya. I’m sure this only means that you’re going to land a job at one of the other companies and it’ll be a much better fit for you.
I highly doubt Brad said anything negative about you though. He’s loved you since your first interview and practically thinks you’re the reason Mr. Leighton has become a better executive. Why don’t you ask him what he said?
Your bestie,
Amy
PS—Well, we won’t use Google anymore! I’m switching to Bing at this very moment!
Subject: Re: Re: Apple Just Turned Me Down...
I called Brad on my lunch break. He said he had nothing but high praises for me when Apple and Google called. Then he said Michael was the last person who spoke with all the companies.
I can’t believe he would try to sabotage me behind my back...,
“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, leaving feather-light kisses in a soft trail all the way down my spine. All the way down to my cheeks.
Both of them.
“There,” he said, slapping my ass and flipping me over. “Now you can officially say I’ve kissed your ass.”
We both burst into uncontrollable laughter, and he positioned a pillow under my head.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Do you need anything?”
“Water ... And a grand tour of your apartment later.”
“Okay. We can definitely do that.” He kissed my forehead and walked away.
I winced as I tried to stretch my legs and managed to roll over on my side. I looked around the room for my purse, spotting my cell phone flashing the tell-tale blue light of a new email from its pocket. Thinking it was Amy with an emergency, I pulled the sheets over myself and got out of bed.
Subject: What I Need Today.
You in my office for a meeting at ten.
Michael Leighton,
CEO, Leighton Publishing
What the!
I turned around immediately, finding myself face to face with Michael. “You seriously expect me to be able to get to work and hold a ten o’clock meeting with you today?”
“Yes.” He pulled me toward the bed. “I have some former fantasies of my own I’d like us to fulfill in my office....”
THE EMAILS
Mya Subject: Non-Assholery Report #15 (Get Used to This New Gmail Account)
He bought me flowers today. Fresh white lilies from my favorite florist. (A florist I don’t recall ever telling him about...)
But then he asked me to sign that extension again.
Maybe he’s not that bad after all? Or is this just the sex talking?
Your bestie,
Mya
Subject: Re: Non-Assholery Report #15 (Get Used to This New Gmail Account)
It’s. Just. The. Sex. Talking.
Please!
(But I will admit that him sending you flowers and getting your coffee every morning is a nice and necessary change ... It’s still the sex talking though. :) )
Your bestie,
Amy
Subject: Apple Just Turned Me Down...
Apple just called me and said they will not be able to offer me employment based on “extensive conversations with my reference.” Do you think Brad said something negative about me? :(
PS—Google just called me and said the same thing...
Your bestie,
Mya
Subject: Re: Apple Just Turned Me Down...
I’m so sorry, Mya. I’m sure this only means that you’re going to land a job at one of the other companies and it’ll be a much better fit for you.
I highly doubt Brad said anything negative about you though. He’s loved you since your first interview and practically thinks you’re the reason Mr. Leighton has become a better executive. Why don’t you ask him what he said?
Your bestie,
Amy
PS—Well, we won’t use Google anymore! I’m switching to Bing at this very moment!
Subject: Re: Re: Apple Just Turned Me Down...
I called Brad on my lunch break. He said he had nothing but high praises for me when Apple and Google called. Then he said Michael was the last person who spoke with all the companies.
I can’t believe he would try to sabotage me behind my back...,
