by Jamie Knight
Her head is shaking before I am even finished.
"It isn't about that. I missed half a day of work yesterday. I can't lose another.”
She must make sense, but to me, she is making none because her neck looks so tempting and I can see the pretty pink color of her panties underneath my t-shirt. She takes one look at me and I can see the moment it dawns on her that I am hardening right beneath her.
"I promise to overwork you later to make up for it.”
She gives me a half shy smile, shaking her head, then kisses me so gently I almost break at the tenderness of the action. I allow it for a while, pleasantly surprised that she is kissing me, before I take over and deepen the kiss, cupping her jaw to hold her steady. She tastes like the spicy chicken we just ate, and I decide it tastes even better on her tongue.
This time, it is she who pushes me back onto the bed and trails kisses all over me. It is she who pushes my pants down to wrap a delicate hand around my cock and gives it a squeeze that has me breathing oddly.
She takes my hand and guides it between her legs, slipping it into her panties. I don't need to be told to touch, but when I do press a finger to her clit, she swipes a thumb over the top of my cock, making me buck off the bed.
When I rub her little clit, she gives me yet another swipe. This time, I experiment by pressing my middle finger inside her tight little pussy hole, and that earns me a fisted stroke from the base to the tip of my cock.
Fuck me but I am loving this teasing side of her.
I keep thrusting my finger, adding another, and she keeps stroking me over and over. I buck up to thrust between her gifted delicate fingers just in time before I realize what I am doing. I am imagining fucking her with my cock just like I am with my fingers and her own fisted fingers.
This connection we have between us doesn't come easy.
I know it better than she does.
When she finally pushes my hand away to press herself on me, I sigh with both pleasure and contentment. When Anna starts moving on me with sharp and inexperienced movements, I close my eyes because this feels like home. She feels like home.
How can I ever let her go when she has grown on me so much in such a short amount of time?
Her hands slap against my chest in frustration, looking like she wants more but also like she doesn't know what it is that she wants exactly. I hold her waist to keep her on me so that I can sit up and I am rewarded with a ripple of her pussy. Holding her waist, I push her back till she is dangling, supported by only my arm, and then I start to fuck her.
My hips move like I have no control over them as I drive my cock into her body over and over again. Her fingers clutch against my forearms and she holds on for dear life as I move in and out of her. She is so tight and so wet that I never want to stop.
The thing with Anna is that I am not rushing towards a climax. I want to make this last instead. I want to imprint myself in her so deep that it is almost like a compulsion.
Her eyes slide shut and I feel bereft so I press myself deep inside her till I feel that tight ring at the end of her pussy and hold myself there, feeling scalded by the heat that is her. She draws in a quick breath and looks at me.
"Keep your eyes on me, Anna.”
I expect her to comply, but I should know she doesn't immediately do as I ask. Instead, the little minx drags herself off my cock slowly, till only the tip is in her.
"Why?”
Her voice comes off breathy and desperate, but still...
"Because I want them on me when I am balls deep inside you.”
I draw her up till she is sitting up and drive in her so hard that a slapping sound fills the entire room. Her gasp is a good enough reward, but I want more. So, I draw her back again and slam her down hard.
This time she actually lets out a small scream, but it is not enough for me. Still I draw her back again by the waist and slam her down. Then I do it again, and again, and again until her screams fill the entire room.
She. Is. Mine.
She. Is. Mine.
“You. Are. Mine.”
"I am yours,” she screams, and I realize that I have said it out loud.
She is mine?
She is mine.
I slide her off me, turn her around and bend her over the set of drawers. When I surge inside her, we both moan at the feeling.
She feels like a hot silken glove that is squeezing around me and I love that more than I can tell her. Her fingers grip the sides tighter and she bends down, laying her cheek on the wooden surface like she is bracing herself. I swallow hard.
"Hard?”
"Show me.”
I draw back and surge inside her, snatching her back to me till I bottom out inside her. Then because I can, I do it again, and again, and again until we almost feel like one, moving against each other.
The way she moves against me after we establish a pattern makes it feel like we are dancing the most pleasurable dance in the world. The way we move together makes me think she was made just for me.
It doesn't take long before she is making mewling sounds. I can tell she is desperate to cum, and so am I.
I reach around her to rub my index finger on her clit while we move against each other. The first thrust, the second, and she cums on the third. Her muscles ripple and squeeze me so hard that I have no choice but to cum for her. Pouring myself deep inside her.
It takes us a while to finally peel ourselves off each other enough to get a shower, but even there we can't stop touching each other. We wash each other, making jokes about how we usually are in the office and how we never thought we would be in a shower together.
We are acting like a couple already and I feel like a selfish bastard because I don't want this quarantine to end.
I want the pandemic to be over, but what if I lose her?
What if there is a timeline on this thing and we are forced to be professional with each other again?
There isn't a no fraternizing policy in our company, but it goes without saying that we would be frowned upon.
I don't care about that, but how will Anna feel about it?
Fuck me, but I need more time.
After we get dressed, she drags me by the hand into the kitchen and she sets about cooking pasta and sauce, giving me the task of helping her like it is the most natural thing in the world. It isn't five-star restaurant good, but we eat it like it is, in the dining room, settling in like it is natural. We even discuss the acquisition and the advantages of retaining some of the employees while we are eating, as well as whose strengths are needed in the company.
She is smart.
She is beautiful.
And she is my equal in the bed and in the office.
She feels like a missing link in my life, the more I spend time with her. That is why after we have worked till midnight, I drag her to my bed instead of letting her go to the guest room.
Because I have slept alone, and it isn't anywhere as comforting as sleeping with Anna in my arms. That is a good feeling. But what is even better is that she comes with me, laughing and teasing, but never protesting.
Chapter Seven – Anna
It has been three weeks since I came to Liam's house and every moment has been wonderful. Four more days and we hit the fourth week together.
Over time, we seem to have fallen into a routine that involves lots of sex in the morning, a shower, cooking together, then work. Of course there are times we break all the rules, like last night when we worked all night, slept in the morning, then spent the rest of the day eating leftovers and watching a rerun marathon of How I Met Your Mother. Although before season two was over, we were going at each other like teenage children on the couch.
I blush, looking at our desk, because the memory of Liam stretching out my legs while he pounded me into it is still fresh in my mind. He said he wanted to see me bent over it and we ended up doing much more than that in positions that shouldn't even be legal.
Am I on my way to love?
It is a thought that has been persistent in me for a while now.
Because he feels like my home every time we are together. Even with him sleeping on the other side of the wall.
I am about to sit and start working when the office phone rings. I try to ignore it, but then decide it might be important, so I rush to it and take the call.
I regret that snoopy decision seconds later.
Before I say anything, Michael's voice from IT comes through. He sounds so excited as he goes off.
"Sir, the breach seems to be coming from both Anna Mallon’s and Tim Buck's computers. It seems the marketing department needs a little cleansing, but that is not my place to advise. Just let me know what kind of action you need us to take.”
He stops, obviously waiting for Liam to answer, but I am frozen.
"Mr. Thorne?”
I bang down the receiver before I even realize what I am doing and back away from the phone. My legs are shaking so badly that I collapse into the nearest chair, not caring whether it is mine or not. There is one thought running over and over in my mind.
It was too good to be true.
I don’t know why Michael thinks I’ve breached security measures, but I haven’t. Still, if I were in Liam's shoes, I would not believe the word of a simple employee just because I am sleeping with her, if IT had told me she was endangering my company.
I am not Liam's wife, not even his girlfriend. There is no commitment or relationship between us beyond mutual pleasure. Or at least none that we have discussed.
There has been a breach in the company that was being investigated and he never breathed a word of it to me. In this very office, he has asked for my opinion on any and everything about his business, including big decisions. He must have never told me about this, though, because I was a suspect right from the start.
When the phone rings again, it jolts me into action, and I can literally feel the adrenaline filling me up. Immediately, I disconnect the phone and leave it hanging so that it can't ring again and wake Liam up. I consider grabbing my laptop but decide against it.
Michael had said that it was my computer that was involved, so maybe there is a way to vindicate me through it. I leave it behind and grab my phone instead, my pens, my notebook, and my iPad.
The only things that show I was ever in the office are my laptop and a few papers on the printer. The thought to call a cab and get out of here is automatic, so I follow it and call one up immediately.
I try to hurry up on the hallway, but it is not an easy feat, considering I am on my tippy toes. Still, I manage to make it to the guest room I was given to grab my bag of clothes.
It’s funny that I complained to myself about only bringing a few items, but now I am grateful about that very fact. I tip toe again out of the room, down the hallway, down the stairs, and out of the house.
It was never meant to be, I realize.
I might have been on my way to loving Liam Thorne, but I can see how foolish that would have been now. I simply saw a potential between us that wasn't there when I was nothing but an outlet for his desires until the quarantine period was over. The crush he had on me was purely sexual, and never held any possibility for anything more.
It feels like hours pass as I wait in front of the house for the cab to arrive, but realistically, only half an hour goes by. When it finally pulls up in front of me, I all but jump inside it.
I should be angry for the lack of trust, but I am sad and scared instead. Sad because I am more naive than I thought, and scared because I don't know if I will be arrested for something I did not do.
Why does it hurt this way?
Why does it feel like someone just curved out my heart and left me with an empty hole?
Because you love him Anna, my inner thoughts answer. You weren't on your way to love because you are already in love.
I want to analyze that thought even more, but I decide to push it away so that I can concentrate on what to do.
When we get to my house, I hurriedly pay the driver with the bills I had in my bag the day I went to Liam's house and ask him to keep the meter running. I am naive, but I do know that staying in my house will get me arrested quickly while I wait for them to dig around my computer.
Besides, Thorne Tech does not deal kindly with saboteurs. In the three years I have been with the company, I have seen Liam hire the best lawyers to get an internal saboteur the maximum sentence.
He has a way of looking calm yet dangerous when dealing with such matters and I would hate to have such vehemence aimed towards me. Based on previous observation, Liam, IT, and Thorne Tech's security will investigate on their own first before they report anything. Quickly, I jolt down a note for him to find and place it on the coffee table.
I am nearly running around the house as I locate my diary, clothes and money jar. It is not a lot, but there is enough money to get me where I need to go. When I rush back outside, I almost sag with relief when I find the cab still waiting. Clambering inside, I give him directions to my cousin's place.
Ava, my friend from work, is who they will go to first.
So, her place is out, of course.
Hopefully my cousin will be understanding.
It’s a gamble, but Liam is not about to find me before he finds the truth.
Chapter Eight – Liam
It seems like a wonderful day when I wake up, but then again, every day has been wonderful since Anna arrived. She came into my life just when I needed a change and she turned out to be exactly what I needed.
Not the company.
Not the wealth.
Just her.
I had planned on asking her to be my girlfriend yesterday, but when we started making love, I forgot all about it. Our sex is always mind-blowing and leaves me little room for my brain cells to be active about anything else. Today is definitely the day I ask her to exclusively be with me so that we can see what we can make of this connection between us.
I take my shower wishing I had woken up earlier, but still looking forward to eating breakfast with her. We seem to have fallen into a routine of sorts and I would be lying if I said I don't appreciate the normalcy.
Sex aside, I like helping out while she is cooking in the kitchen, I like discussing decisions and life in general in the dining room, I like seeing her on the other side of the desk, and I especially love waking up next to her.
How can I not, when Anna is the best thing that ever happened to me?
The house is really silent when I get out of the bathroom, so I figure that she must be in the office. I am really famished, but I may as well say good morning before the day starts officially. However, when I get to the office, there is no sign of Anna apart from her laptop and some of the papers she was working on yesterday in the printer.
Perhaps she is downstairs.
Deciding I may as well, I sit down to check my work email. When I do, I find that the most recent ones are from Michael, asking me about why I hung up so fast and how I’d like to proceed. Surprised, I go to find the office phone and find it placed on the side of the dialer, instead of sitting on top of it.
There is a persistent bad feeling in my chest when I call Michael and, in a few seconds, I understand why that is. The phone rings twice before he picks it up on the third ring.
"Hello.”
"It’s Thorne, Michael. Do you have anything for me?”
“I guess you’re finally ready to hear about it,” he says.
Then he launches into one of his excited babbles as he tells me of the methods they used and how they went about finding out who our saboteurs are. Ultimately though, it all points to Tim Buck, the head of marketing, and Anna Mallon, “an employee from marketing.”
He keeps talking, but my heart all but sinks. I can hear his talk on the other end, but I cannot think past the name Anna Mallon. Anna has been in the company for a while now and she has never shown any suspicious behaviour. She has been in my life and has never...
"Wait a minute, Mi
chael,” I interrupt him as an idea pops into my mind. “Apart from her IP address being used, are there any suspicious emails, calls or apps she has used in the past two months?”
He is silent for a while before telling me that he will need to check. I hang up as the sense of dread pools in my stomach.
Anna's computer and papers are the only thing on the office. Tim said I had hung up on him earlier, and the house is eerily quiet.
"Anna "
I am running before I realize what I’m doing.
There is no sign of her in the kitchen, the dining room, thriving room... nor is she downstairs at all. I take the stairs two at a time to run to the room she had upstairs and almost collapse on the bed itself. The bag she kept there has been taken.
Anna Mallon has just disappeared.
Running back, I hit the panic room in record time to access the front door and front gate camera and there she is, in my video replay after I rewound the tape some. She is in my T shirt and some black leggings when she leaves, and she’s on a call with someone. She waited at the front gate for thirty minutes before a cab came and she ran into it.
It isn't the thought of her leaving that has me gripping the sides of the chair. It is the expression on her face in the camera. She looks scared and hurt as she waits for the cab like she is running from something dangerous.
Her knuckles are white from clutching the bag so hard and there are tears she keeps wiping away from time to time until she pulls her sweater around her and jumps into the cab.
I am usually good at reading faces.
That face is betrayed and hurt— not really the face of someone who has been caught. Of course, I know I’m biased, but I really don’t think she did anything wrong. Yet I’m not sure why she’s running away, in that case.
I hurriedly call her phone, but it seems to have been disconnected. I even open Skype and try to call her there before realizing she left her computer. The computer she uses for everything?
I can’t help but wonder if she had another, secret one.
I am about to close the computer and grab my car keys when I get another call, this time on my computer, over Skype... from none other than Tim Buck. When I pick it up on the video chat function, I am greeted by his sweaty face and beady eyes. He looks nervous, but what is more unnerving is how pleased he seems to be with himself.