Stay away from Boyd as much as I can? How do I even do that? He’s my boss. I can’t just ignore him. This has gotten way too complicated, way too fast. And I know that I’m the one to blame for all of this.
***
The next day at work, I try my best to avoid Boyd. But that’s kind of difficult when he’s the boss and I’m his assistant. I make small chat with Erin and I’ve met some of the other girls; Katie and Ruby and Caroline and I have had lunch.
But during the firm-wide Monday morning meeting, I keep sneaking glances over at Boyd at moments when every other coworker is doing the same. It helps that he’s speaking to the entire group for a long length of time. It gives me an excuse to look at his beautiful face and those lips that I wish were on mine right now.
No, I can’t have these feelings right now. Not in a conference room full of people. I look back towards my notepad and take careful notes of what he’s saying. Making sure not to look at him too much. Otherwise, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep these thoughts at bay.
Later in the afternoon, Boyd calls me into his office and I know that there’s no way that I can refuse to see him. I take longer than usual but eventually walk toward his office, lust and shame bubbling up inside me.
Chapter 12 – Boyd
It takes Grace several minutes longer than usual to come to my office. I would have thought that after all those longing looks in the meeting that she would be nothing but anxious to see me. I know I’m anxious to see her.
I spent the entire weekend thinking about her and wanting it to be Monday morning. I have never in my entire life wanted a weekend to be over and for it to be Monday morning. But Grace does something to me. All I want to do is be near her and spend time with her. This is not how I usually operate. This is not going to bode well for my fucking heart, which I’ve vowed to protect. But somehow I can’t get Grace off my damn mind.
I hear a knock on my door and Grace peaks her head in, but doesn’t enter the room. She looks nervous and I can’t help but feel the same way.
“You wanted to see me?” she says, her eyes lingering on my face.
“Yes, Grace, please come in,” I say, hoping beyond hope that she’ll enter the room and we’ll be back to where we were the week before.
She steps into the room cautiously, papers from a project she was working on, in her hands.
“I was hoping you would be able to stay late tonight,” I say, not looking directly at her. “We have a large project coming up and we’re going to need all hands on deck.”
“Alright, I can stay,” she says, after a hesitant moment. “But it would have to be strictly professional. I can’t…”
“It will be nothing but professional. I promise,” I say, making a promise I don’t think I’ll be able to keep. “Thank you for agreeing to stay. Overtime will be included.”
She nods her head and walks back out the door without another word.
***
Later that evening, I find Grace on the floor of my office, surrounded by papers. She’s going through my briefs and found a bunch of corrections. By this simple act, I know I’ve hired a good assistant. In more ways than one. After she finishes, she turns her head to look up at the clock: 8 o’clock.
“I should really get going,” Grace says, wiping herself off. “I already missed dinner and my…foster parents don’t like it when I’m late.”
She doesn’t lift her head to look at me but continues to readjust her clothing. I can tell it was difficult for her to reveal that she has foster parents. I find the difficulty a bit strange, since she’s a grown woman, but then I guess adult kids these days live at home longer than they did back in my day, so, I suppose it makes sense. And she certainly has nothing to be ashamed of, being a foster child; that’s hardly her fault.
“You told them you were staying late to work on a project though, right?” I ask, not wanting her to leave just yet.
“Yes, a group project that the other assistants were working on,” she says, and makes her way toward the door. “I didn’t think it would take this long though. They’re expecting me. I’ve already missed out on volunteering at the mission where I help foster teens like I was.”
“Wow,” I tell her. “At your church?”
“Yes,” she nods.
I remember this from her resume but I’m still impressed.
“That’s great that you do that.”
She shrugs. “They’ve done a lot for me.”
I feel something so tender for her I can hardly stand it. I don’t want to be feeling this way. I need to concentrate on getting my physical needs met. And not on anything else.
Chapter 13 – Boyd
I walk over towards where Grace is standing near my office door and grab her arm, gently, spinning her to face me. “What’s a few more minutes?”
I give her my infamous smile—some have called it “cocky”—trying to get her to give me one in return.
I place my hands on either side of her head and gently touch my lips to hers. She hesitates at first but then throws her entire body into it. It’s like a switch has flipped on in her body. She kisses me with vigor and I can’t help but feel myself getting hard.
I push her over toward the couch on the other side of the office and lay her down on it. I hold my weight above her and begin kissing her more passionately. I hear her moan softly at every touch I give her.
I trail my tongue down her neck and she giggles at the sensation. I bring my head up towards hers again and kiss her on the lips. She drags her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer to her. Her hands are everywhere on my body and I’m anxious to move things along.
I begin pulling up her skirt but she puts a hand up to stop me.
“Wait, we can’t,” she says, out of breath.
She moves from underneath me and I can’t help but feel disappointed.
“Why not? Do you not want to?” I ask.
My hands are still on her skirt but I don’t move them any further.
“I know you’re a virgin but I promise I’ll be gentle,” I assure her. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“It’s not that,” she says and pulls her body further away from me. I sit up on the couch and look at her, curious. “Well, it is and it isn’t.”
“What else is it about?” I ask, not having a single clear notion as to what she could be referring to. Most women don’t hesitate to be with me. But this girl, she’s something else entirely. I both love and fucking hate that she makes me give her such a chase.
“Why not? We’re both adults.” I stroke my fingers along her arms and she watches the motion with her eyes. I bite my lip, desperate to touch her more.
“I can’t be with you because this is a sin. God doesn’t want us to do this.”
I stare at her in disbelief. I knew she was a virgin but I didn’t think that religion was the reason why. In fact, the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. She certainly doesn’t seem like the religious type. But I guess there are a lot of things about her I don’t know, but want to get to know—they fascinate me. At the same time, part of me feels I’ve known her my entire life, and I feel deep down that she isn’t very religious.
“Is that why you’re a virgin? Are you saving yourself?” I honestly didn’t think there were women out there who still did that. It’s not like they can’t explore their own sexual desires. Every woman I’ve known has been more than willing to do so.
She nods silently at me, her cheeks getting red in embarrassment. I desperately want to comfort her but she might take my reaching towards her the wrong way.
“I didn’t know that,” I say, looking around towards the bookcase, avoiding her eyes. “So, what do we do?” I ask, hoping there’s going to be a satisfying answer.
“I can’t have sex with you,” she says, causing me to look at her. I immediately recognize a golden opportunity and I’m hoping she’s willing to take it with me.
“You know, there’s plenty we can do that doesn’t i
nvolve penetration. Just like we’ve already done. You can still remain…intact,” I say, slowly and carefully, as not to offend her. I hope my offer of a solution is satisfying for the both of us.
She looks up at me, her eyes narrowing, but she doesn’t get up from the couch. She remains where she is and continues to stare.
“Please, let me eat your pussy,” I say, wanting nothing more than my tongue on her most intimate body parts. “It will be entirely for your pleasure, I promise.”
I watch as the thoughts run through her head and she narrows her eyes again, coming to a conclusion. “Okay,” she says and slides her body closer to mine. I hike her skirt up above her waist and pull her panties off in one fluid movement.
I gaze at her exposed pussy and smile, pleased with what I see. I run a finger along the inside of her thigh, knowing full well that it will get her going. She instinctually raises her hips toward my face and I take in the scent of her.
I run my hands along her thighs and toward her soft buttocks. I squeeze her ass gently, bringing her glorious pussy closer. I look up and a layer of sweat and anticipation has broken out against her forehead. I spread her legs wider and then gently lick her lips. She tightens immediately at the touch but doesn’t stop me.
I lick her gently again and again, moving my tongue faster with each movement. I watch as she becomes wet with desire and the mere fact that I’ve turned her on makes me extremely hard. She moans softly and her hips begin moving again. I trail one finger along her lips and she shrieks loudly. I take this as encouragement to continue.
I move my finger up towards her clit and tap it softly with just the tip of my finger. She immediately closes her legs in response, her thighs tight against my head. I remove my finger from her clit and replace it with my tongue. Her response is immediate. I continue sucking as I feel her reach climax.
Her body begins to tense, both of us waiting in anticipation for her orgasm to come full circle. As I suck on her clit with vigor, her body spasms and she emits an extremely cute squeal. Her squeal becomes a full-on scream as she reaches her finish, her pussy lips dripping with cum. I lick any remaining juices from her body, enjoying the taste of her. I sit back, a smile wide on my face, impressed by my accomplishments.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and look up at Grace. She’s breathing heavily and has a wide grin on her face; one hand is flung over her eyes.
“Good thing no one was around to hear that,” she says, and I can’t help but agree with her.
I hadn’t expected her to be a screamer. It was a pleasant surprise. And yet another clue that she’s not as religious as she’s pretending to be, for whatever reason that may be.
“I know that you were hesitant about us doing anything,” I say, getting up from the couch and handing Grace her panties. “And I understand that. So, from now on I’ll respect that and not try and pursue anything further with you until you say otherwise.”
Even as I say it, I’m not sure I believe it. I do respect her, of course, but I am also a man with incredible desire and a strong libido. A man used to taking what I want. And all I have wanted since I met Grace is to bend her over and have my way with her. I can’t help but try whatever I can to achieve my goal of fucking her wet, tight little pussy.
Grace slide her panties on and pulls her skirt all the way down. She gives me an intriguing look. I’m not sure what she’s thinking.
“I appreciate that and I think that’s wise,” she says, coming over to me. “I don’t need any more guilt or shame for feeling this way. I think it’s best that we don’t take things further.”
She gets up from the couch and composes herself, sliding a hand down her wrinkled blouse. She sighs, knowing that there’s nothing she can do to eliminate the wrinkles.
I nod my head at her and I place her coat in her hands. I help her put it on, careful not to inhale the lovely scent of sex coming off her. That will only make me want her even more than I already do—if that’s even possible—and will continue to drive me fucking insane.
Chapter 14 – Grace
The next day at work, Boyd insists that Caroline trains me instead of him. He seems to be taking the “not seeing each other” vow very seriously. I appreciate him respecting my wishes but I find it hard not seeing him. I’m beginning to wish I hadn’t said anything.
Much to my torture, the days drag on like this. He seems to be going out of his way to keep his promise not to be with me again. He spends an unusual amount of time in his office and he rarely calls me in to see him anymore.
“This new program is something Ruby recently designed to cater to the firm’s needs,” Carolina says, looking over my shoulder as I type. Her idea of training is to hover near me and tell me every little thing. I appreciate the attention, but I can figure it out on my own. Plus, even though I had told Boyd to leave me alone, I can’t help wanting him to come see me, and he is less likely to do that if Carolina is right here by my side at all times.
At least Carolina isn’t like Brett and isn’t trying to sneak of a peak at my boobs every time she can, I tell myself, to get myself through my own self-imposed hell.
“You keep track of everyone’s schedules, their meetings and when projects are due. Everything you need is right here. You’re doing great, good job,” she says encouragingly. I perk up at the thought of her leaving.
“Thanks, I think I can take it from here,” I say, hoping my tone will stress the point that I no longer need her. She moves away from me and gathers up a few more folders.
“If you need anything else, I’ll be right over here,” She says and goes back over to a desk, which is mere feet away.
Great.
She gives me a smile and I force one in return. I have nothing against Carolina; she’s nice to talk to on breaks and she knows what she’s doing when it comes to this job. The training isn’t the problem. It’s the fact that I can’t get Boyd out of my head. I want nothing more than for him to call me into his office so I can see him face to face.
“Grace,” I hear my name and immediately look up. I see Boyd standing in his office doorway, looking directly at me. “Would you come here for a moment?”
Yes. Finally.
I nod my head and try and contain myself. I gather my things in what I hope looks like a calm and collected manner. Not in the manner in which I want to sprint over to him and jump into his arms, which is what I wish I could do.
He leaves the door open and I walk into his office. I turn to close the door but he puts a hand up to stop me.
“I wanted to talk to you about your progress so far,” he says, louder than would be necessary.
I get the feeling that he’s trying to let people know that I’ll be in his office for a while, but for professional reasons. The thought gets me all hot and bothered. He still wants me. I knew it.
“Sure, Mr. Ashdown,” I say, playing along. “I’d greatly appreciate knowing how you think I’m doing here.”
He gestures for me to close the door and I do so without hesitation.
As soon as the door’s closed, he’s immediately in front of me. He hesitates for a moment before kissing me, urgently and passionately.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he says, once he pulls away. “I know I said I wouldn’t do this. But my desire for you overpowers any rational thought, Grace. I can’t stand being away from you for so long.”
He kisses me again and I grab onto his shirt, bunching it together in my hands. My breath comes heavily and I gasp, pulling away from him.
“I couldn’t stand it either,” I say, taking his hands in mine. “I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you. I can barely get any work done. Anytime Carolina tries to teach me something, it goes it one ear and out the other.”
“Well, that could be a problem,” Boyd says, smiling. “We’re going to have to do something about our work ethic. I can’t seem to get any work done either.”
“I know I said before that we couldn’t have sex and that
it would be a sin, but I can’t stop thinking that I don’t care. I have this overpowering urge to be near you, Boyd,” I say, finally telling him—and myself—the truth. I had at first thought that I was only feeling lust for Boyd but this time apart from him has been torture. I want nothing more than to be with him as much as possible.
“I have that same overpowering urge to be near you too, Grace,” Boyd says, grabbing my waist and pulling me close to him. He kisses me deeply, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I suck on his tongue and the response is immediate. He pulls me even closer and begins tugging on my blouse. He pulls it over my head and tosses it to the floor.
“If what happened last time was any indication of our volume level, we’ll have to be careful,” I say, giggling. “It is the middle of the day.”
“I think we can manage,” Boyd says, unbuckling his belt and tossing it on top of my blouse. He looks at me with lust and with something else. I can’t quite put my finger on it but I file it away for later. I reach over towards him and start unbuttoning his shirt. Then I toss it to the side of the room.
I walk over to the couch, sliding out of my skirt as a do so. I can feel his eyes on me as I hear his pants drop to the floor. I can’t help but smile. I feel his hands on me in an instant and turn around to face him. I put my hands on his bare chest and marvel at the feeling of his hard pecks. He has an interesting assortment of tattoos. My bad boy, billionaire boss wants to take my virginity. This is going to be fun.
Chapter 15 – Grace
I pull his briefs down in an instant and his cock springs forward just for me. I smile at the sight and grab a hold of his engorged cock, rubbing it vigorously with my hands. He smiles and kisses me again, deeply. His tongue reaches the roof of my mouth.
I pull away and move to sit down on the couch, but he pulls me back up toward him. He turns me around and walks me over to his desk where he bends me over. His hands run along my buttocks, squeezing it gently.
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