Leisurely, he moves me on the length of him, even limp I’m not able to take him as much as I want to. Shit, it happens again. Leo pulls out of my mouth; his hand is still loose in my hair.
He smiles reassuringly. “It’s what I deserve for getting greedy.” His hand shifts to the back of my neck as he draws me up to stand in front of him. “I should have known you would learn quickly.” A hand cups me with a finger sliding into me. “You are on the edge of coming, aren’t you?”
I nod, “Please, Leo.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” His fingers circle with pressure over my clit sending me over into shuddering climax. Leo catches me and picks me up in his arms and carries me into the bedroom. He makes good on his promise for a long, hot night.
18
Alexa
The ding before the elevator opens has me straightening my spine and my eyes to my computer screen. I feel his eyes run over me, but he doesn’t say anything before he goes into his office. I’m still working on all the things he sent me last night. While he was working, and I was bored out of my mind in the hotel room. I was relieved to see it when I came in.
During the moment, Leo’s frustration when he admitted his inability to get work done because of me felt very real. Especially when he looked as if he wanted nothing more than to fuck me again. Deep down, I was hoping by touching him, inviting him to fuck me over his desk it would push him to take me back to bed and forget about work. When it didn’t, doubt began to grow.
Those doubts stuck and blew up last night. He did it again. Leo fucked me for hours, taking a break only to talk me through going down on him again. Then while my body was still trembling, he got up, got dressed, and left without a word.
I wish I could say I didn’t cry because it didn’t hurt. When really I didn’t cry because I was too fucking exhausted. Rolling over after Leo left the red lights of the clock on the bedside table throbbed tauntingly that it was two o’clock in the morning. For a long minute, I wanted to close my eyes and just go back to sleep. It wasn’t an option. The idea of staying in the room without Leo made me feel dirty.
I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed. The doorman eyed me when I told him that I needed a cab. I wanted to say I wasn’t that type of working girl, I was just stupid. Only the words were strangled by the lump in my throat. At least the driver left me alone. Felix was pissed, hissing, and taking a swipe at me when I walked in the door. I tried to make it up to him by giving him tuna, but he was still ignoring me this morning. I’m sure he’s left me a present somewhere in the condo to find today.
It’s Friday and my ambivalence about it is so high I feel like I’m choking on it. I know, can feel it in my bones he won’t call me this weekend. Then again, he’s never called me over the weekend, he only sent emails for information or notes he made for me to create when we got into the work the next week. On the one hand I’m looking forward to space from Leo, on the other hand, the idea of not being near Leo is fucking with my head.
I’m worried he’ll start thinking he’s had enough of me already. I’m worried he’ll think I’m not worth his time, I’m worried he won’t ever forgive me because I can still feel the anger and resentment running through him. It isn’t just him annoyed a woman has him wanting her to the exclusion of everything else, it’s that the woman is me. It’s that I lied to him and he can’t trust me. I know there’s nothing I can say to make it okay right now, nothing he’s ready to hear. For now, I’m stuck in purgatory until he’s ready to let me out. I’m not going to argue, I don’t feel like I have the right to.
The morning crawls by. When Leo’s lunch arrives, I message him to let him know it’s here. He tells me to bring it in.
Opening the door, I see Leo leaning back in his chair his eyes hooded, on me. He is so gorgeous today in a charcoal gray suit with the sapphire blue tie again. My body responds immediately, knowing what the look in his eyes means. I set the box on his desk and step back.
“I do not remember saying you could go back to wearing dresses and skirts, especially ones so short.”
I blink wide in pretend surprise. “My apologies, Sir. Would you like me to take it off?”
His naughty smile makes my breasts swell and my nipples hard. “Pull it up, let me see you.”
I pull the bottom of the skirt up over my hips, showing him the red lace panties I’m wearing. “Do you like my panties?”
“I like them very much. Come here, I’m hungry but not for food, only for you.” Leo’s hands are rough as they grip me tight and sets me on his desk.
His mouth is on me like he’s starving. Leo moans as he devours me. My hands go into his hair to keep him there. I’m not sure if it’s Leo or the fact we’re doing what I fantasized us doing for so long, but it takes mere minutes to hit my climax.
It’s not just me, Leo moves fast. Before I’m done shivering from my climax I hear the foil for the condom wrapper tear. He pushes inside me hard, deep, driving me crazy all over again. I feel Leo try to slow down, but I won’t let him, I’m so close. Clenching around him deep inside has him cursing
as he moves harder, deeper. I fight not to scream and lose as I come. Seconds later Leo follows me with a groan. For long minutes we both fight for air, I watch as Leo’s chest moves and fight to keep the smile off my face. I luxuriate in the feel of his heart throbbing in his still thick cock buried deep inside me.
It doesn’t last nearly as long as I want it to though. Leo pulls out, removing the condom. His hands move stiffly on me as he puts my panties back on and pulls my skirt down. He pulls me up and helps me off the desk without looking at me. I’m being dismissed. Blinking back the tears, I leave without asking him all the questions inside me.
The rest of the day passes as if nothing happened, not by a look, email, or message does anything hint that Leo went down on me and fucked me in his office, or ever. At 5:45 Leo messages me.
Leave at six if you don’t have anything more to complete
Meet me at the room at nine
So, this is how it’s going to be. What did I expect? Do I have the right to expect more? I don’t really.
Yes, sir
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