Laura couldn’t prevent the laughter that bubbled up. “I am not giving you details, only that he is the best fuck I have ever had.”
“Spoilsport,” April said, and blew a raspberry as she opened the wine.
Tina cackled again. “While that isn’t exactly saying a whole lot, considering your limited experience, I can tell it means something.”
“Oh, it does. It really does,” Laura breathed as she sipped at the glass of wine she was handed.
Chapter Three
A Friday three months later, her thoughts hadn’t changed as she watched Paul walk toward her desk. She had only to look at him and she wanted him, and although she was loath to read too much into it, he seemed to feel the same way. Kelly had only stayed on a week after Laura had been hired, after she saw how well Laura had taken to all aspects of the job. Ever since then, it had been day after day of hot and greedy sex. They had fucked in his Jaguar on a road trip to investigate a property in Wisconsin, and had taken it out below the stars on the roof of his building. She had done things she’d read about but never thought she would try, and, like Kelly had said, she loved it. Paul controlled her body utterly, but he also saw to her pleasure. She trusted in him to always take care of her, and he did. He never took an orgasm—always, he gave back to her. She loved that just from looking at him, sheathed in sleek, expensive suit, no one would ever know what a voracious, skilled lover he was. When he bent her over his desk, simply pulling out his cock and pulling her skirt up, both of them covered except where they were joined, it made her weak in the knees.
She actually no longer looked forward to the weekends, because it meant two days without him and what he did to her. She was embarrassed that she had finally started taking the low-dose pill to keep her periods at bay, the way her gynecologist had long ago suggested. Except she wasn’t doing it because of her period issues—she was doing it so she wouldn’t have to go a week without Paul. Paul had questioned if it was safe, but when he was assured her doctor suggested it, he was happy to find out they wouldn’t have to go without sex for a week. He had been able to entice her into sex once while on her period, but he felt how uncomfortable and inhibited she’d been, and he’d apologized and promised he wouldn’t ask again. Hearing those words, she’d made an appointment with her doctor that day. Now it was just the weekend that they went without, and she hated it.
Considering the way he had almost attacked her this morning after talking about their respective plans for the weekend, he might be suffering as well. Twice he had fucked her, fast and furious and then a slow, tortuous fuck before he left for a lunch meeting.
Usually, she loved to start her day by giving him head, loving the taste of him on her lips all day long, and he preferred to put off fucking her until the end of the day. He liked knowing she wore nothing under her short skirts, and enjoyed slipping his hand up her skirt to caress and tease her throughout the day. Yet when he came inside her without a condom, the way they both liked it, he knew that she then needed to put on a thong or sometimes even panties to keep from making a mess, as his cum gradually leaked out of her throughout the day. Both of them were turned on by the knowledge that she was filled with his cum as they went about their day. While normally she preferred the feel of his cum inside her, the three times had filled her so much that the ruffled pink panties she had put on couldn’t contain their combined juices. So she had run down to the gym on her lunch break and made use of the showers to clean up.
He stopped in front of her desk and took in her rosy complexion and damp hair. “You showered.”
“Yes.” She felt as if it was an accusation. Her nipples tightened beneath his gaze. It was only three, and he still had another meeting to attend. They both knew they would have to wait.
“You cleaned your pussy.”
She blushed. Although his voice was low, she was scared someone might have heard. Also, she was embarrassed that his frank words where anyone could hear made her wet.
“Yes.”
“Are you wearing the panties?”
“No, I’m not wearing anything.” She held his gaze and loved that his eyes darkened. He looked at his watch. Knowing he had only fifteen minutes until his next meeting, she held her breath as she waited for him to speak.
“My office, now.” With that, he stalked into his office. She was ashamed at the way she all but ran after him.
She closed the door and flicked the lock into place. When she turned, he was at his desk, his cock out and hard.
“You have five minutes to sit on my cock and make me come.” Her pussy clenched at his words. She should have known. It was his favorite position, her riding his cock with her breasts at mouth level. It was her favorite too.
With a shudder, she sank down on his cock, feeling like she was home, taking him deep inside her. He latched on to her breast through the silk of her blouse and tugged hard. Her head went back. God, what he did to her. Seeming to know she could barely take it, he moved his hands to her hips and set the pace as he stabbed into her. No matter how deep he went, it wasn’t enough. She exploded around him, her convulsions milking his cock and carrying him with her.
“Three minutes. I haven’t been that quick since I was sixteen. If it weren’t for your wet pussy as proof you came, I’d be fucking embarrassed.”
She laughed and went back to tasting his neck. “Hmm, I can see you as a sixteen-year-old. I doubt you were that quick for very long.” Her pussy squeezed him.
“Laura, fucking hell, you are killing me. I’m going to be late for the meeting, and Dan’s going to bitch. Never mind, don’t fucking stop. I don’t know how you can get me hard again so damn quick. One of the things I love about you—you’re so damn efficient.”
He was late to the meeting.
***
Twenty minutes later, as she finished typing a letter, she wound his words around her head. He didn’t mean it. She needed to stop being so literal. It would be stupid to read too much into it, and she would hate to ruin what they had by asking for more. It was just sex—wonderful, mind-blowing sex. It was all she had wanted when she came to work for him. She needed to remember that. To ask for more would be stupid, and could only lead to unneeded pain. She loved his cock—it was his cock she wanted and needed, nothing more.
With a sigh, she gave up. She knew it wasn’t just what he did to her sexually that had her wondering about something more. It was the whole man that attracted her, drew her in, and made her want all of him. She’d never had a boss like him. While he did spend more hours in the office than at home—and she knew that even at home he was working—he never asked for more from her. When she had indicated she would be happy to stay late, he’d been firm that his ways were his own and not expected from her.
He asked her opinion about everything from brochures to clients. Sometimes he took her advice, and when he disagreed he stated why. His mind could work at a thousand miles a minute, and sometimes she just loved being around him to watch him work. He complimented her easily and without fanfare. He often made sure she was at his side when he worked with a client, and then would discuss how the meeting went. Knowing that he thought of her as not just a toy but as an actual woman, with thoughts and opinions of her own, had her confidence shooting up.
It had also made her want to work harder, to please him in every way she could. While she had always enjoyed pretty bras and panties, now she had taken them up a notch. Silky and meant to stir a man’
s cock, all her underwear was bought and worn with Paul in mind, and he knew it and loved it. The first time she had worn the garter belt with stockings, but no panties, that the saleswoman had told her she had to have if she was serious about all the other lingerie she bought, Paul hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her. He’d actually called an end to the day early and taken her back to his place for the afternoon.