I look away and tell him, “Like I said, I need to get home.”
He steps aside, probably uncomfortable with the previous contact, and lets me pass. I’m about to leave, but can’t resist the urge to ask one more question.
“Who are you? I think I’m ready to know.”
He looks at me and cocks his head.
“You really don’t know?”
I shake my head. Am I supposed to?
“They really shouldn’t hire people to work for my law firm, who don’t know how to put the name Jameson Reed with a face,” he says, with a chuckle. “But I’ll let this one slide. Because I sure am glad you started working here.”
From his reaction, a look of horror must’ve just crossed my face.
“Ah, so you know now to do a little research. That’s fine. A rookie mistake. Well, I’ll be seeing you around the office. Good night.”
I can’t believe this is the guy Brett said was so good at carrying on covert affairs. Part of me feels used, one notch of many on Jameson’s belt. But part of me feels thrilled that a founding member of the firm said he loves my body and was so happy to eat my pussy. Plus, at least I don’t have to worry about office gossip, since he’s so discreet.
The facts that he brought me on a tour to this secluded area, and was so fast to get my panties off, are all starting to make a lot more sense now. Before, I was too busy feeling turned on, and then orgasming, to put the puzzle pieces together.
He’s standing there looking at me as if wondering if I’m going to obey his last instruction. Looks like I’ve been dismissed by him this time, instead of Brett. I shiver, not sure why it makes me feel so good for this powerful man to tell me what to do— even if he’s telling me to leave, and even though I was already the one who had said I had to leave. There is something about his very nature— his stature, his looks, his voice— that makes me want to say, “Yes, Sir.”
I leave the conference room, shutting the door behind me. I’ve just possibly closed the door on my future. Sleeping with a partner! And according to Brett, the one that makes everything tick around here, as well.
Including me, I can’t help but think.
How dumb can I be? I’m going to get fired for letting my baser instincts get the best of me. This is why they say in church not to give into temptation. It has earthly consequences as well as heavenly one. I silently curse myself and rush to the car, hoping my parents aren’t going to crucify me when I get home.
Chapter 7
Jameson
After finding out who I am, Erin got out of here pretty quickly. It may’ve also had something to do with the fact that I was kind of an ass afterwards. She didn’t even tell me her name, but I make it a point to know who works here, so I already knew.
Surprisingly, I was a little offended she didn't know who I was. But why? The feelings of one woman shouldn’t be of any consequence to me. Maybe it’s because I still have a hard on. My erection is straining against my trousers and it’s quite uncomfortable.
I know I can pick any of the women downstairs, but I don’t really want to. Odd… That isn’t like me, at all.
Instead of helping myself to seconds from another young eager lady, like I would normally do when my hard on is still raging like this, I sneak out of the office and head home. I have to keep adjusting myself on the drive back.
Why isn’t this fucking thing going down? Well, I know. Even though Erin is long gone, I can still smell her on me and I guess that what’s keeping it up. Her pussy smelled so fresh and innocent. I can’t believe my good luck, finding a virgin.
I arrive home after some minor difficulty and get myself inside. I make a beeline for the shower and turn the water to as cold as I can handle. It doesn’t do much. I place a hand against the shower wall and use the other one to stroke myself.
My thoughts turn back to Erin and our conference room encounter. Everything about her was so responsive. The shudder of her body when I touched her, kissed her, felt her… It’s burned into my brain. The smoothness of her skin, the hunger in her eyes.
I think she’s not even aware of her sensuality. I remember her moans and pump my hard cock faster and faster. What it must feel like to be inside her. Thrusting in and out, her walls pulsing around me, having her squirm under me with pleasure, taking everything I have to give. I reach my climax and come violently in the shower.
“Fuck!”
Even though my erection is finally gone, I still feel unsatisfied. I’d rather have had this orgasm inside of Erin. I finish showering and get dressed for bed.
Sleep does not come easily. My thoughts keep returning to her. To Erin. Why is my mind so wrapped up in her?
I admit, I was surprised when she told me she was a virgin. That no one has ever touched her in that way. No one with the exception of me. I need to stop thinking about her. If I don’t, I’m going to get another hard on and that would be inconvenient. I finally get to sleep and it’s dreamless.
The next morning, I wake up, sad I didn’t get to envision the angel I’d met yesterday turning into a naughty girl in my dreams. I want her down on her knees, paying me back for how good I’d obviously made her feel yesterday while I was sucking on that sweet juicy pussy of hers.
I loved how her wetness gushed out into my mouth and my hand. Just the thought of it makes me hard all over again, wanting more. I want her to lick the head of my cock and then take it all the way inside her mouth. I need to come in that perfect little pouty mouth of hers.
All in due time, I remind myself. She’ll be yours in real life, which is even better than in dreams.
Chapter 8
Jameson
I go into work and have a meeting with the other partners. It’s just the four of us, so it’s more relaxed than our typical board meetings. The ones held in the conference room where I pleasured Erin. I don’t know if I’d even be able to concentrate if we were in there. I’d just keep picturing her body laid out on the table.
I wish I’d seen her face as she had her orgasm. It was probably beautiful. It had sounded like it.
Nope. Not now.
I need to concentrate on the task at hand. Our company is having an image problem and we’re trying to figure out ways to combat this. In this day and age, people almost automatically have a bad image of large financial institutions and that’s what we are.
We’ve all put our names on this company and we want to keep it afloat. Asher Marks, Cameron— whom most of us call Ron— Sanchez, and me, whom most call Jim. It’s an old nickname left over from college, since my dad is also named Jameson but goes by James, and having two James around got confusing.
And now Garrett Mack, who is probably the biggest wild card of all, has joined the firm. None of these other guys could ever seem to be able to keep it in their pants at work but at least two of them got married and settled down.
We brought Mack in because he has a lucrative client base and because his father has been with our firm for a long time and wanted to see his son established with us before he passes away—the poor guy is already pretty senile. And even though it seems hypocritical, we had to warn Garrett not to bring his philandering ways here to our firm because they had hurt him at his law firm and we can’t handle any more scandal. I know how to do things discreetly, but Garrett obviously does not.
We’re sitting in a room designed for just the four of us, discussing what we can do to improve our image. Asher suggests we hire a consultant.
“I don’t know. It’ll look more calculated if we’ve got someone telling us how to conduct ourselves,” Ron chimes in with his opinion, and what he says makes sense.
We don’t want people to think we’re too calculating, even though that’s what the law is all about – taking calculated risks. When it comes to women, though, I’m the only one around here who has even been able to grasp what that means, and put it into practice.
No one here will ever know I just sucked the pussy of our hot new receptionist dry. And that I’ll have her
do the same down on my cock before finally taking her virginity and then moving onto the next.
Right?
I always move onto the next. It’s one of the ways this game manages to work. I can’t get tied up, have commitments. That just increases the risk and the drama. This girl seems to understand what’s what, and I have a feeling she doesn’t want a real relationship either. She seems to be the shy and scared type, even though her resolve at getting me to give her her panties back was pretty feisty.
I think about Erin’s legs spread open for me, her curvy body on display for me. Why the fuck can’t I get her out of my mind? She seems to be messing with my head more than the other girls I’ve been with.
“You know what we can do. Present ourselves, the heads of the company, as wholesome people. If we look good, the company looks good.”
Of course, Garrett champions wholesomeness. Even though he is likely the least wholesome of any of us, with the exception of me, of course—but no one here even knows that. Unlike a lot of guys, I don’t run around bragging about my conquests. It’s another rule I’m sure to abide by, to keep things on the downlow.
The other three members are all settled down, but Garrett is particularly proud of his bachelorhood. He constantly likes comparing it to my own, joking that he’ll be the last one standing because I seem like the type to not want to be with a girl until I find “the One.” It’s hilarious, but I say nothing, because it fits my agenda just fine, and Garrett’s naivety never fails to amuse me.
“What would you have us do, Garrett?” I finally ask him, just so he can get that smug grin off of his face.
I know his comments are pointed at me. He sees me as his biggest competition for women, since I’m the only other single partner. But since I have a lot of pull in this firm I helped to start, there isn’t much he can do about it. Just make his passive aggressive comments.
Asher is more or less oblivious about what goes on around here because he’s still caught up in being a new husband and father. Ron manages to delegate duties to others while also being enamored with his new wife as well. We have all seemed to strike a good balance, despite our own individual strengths and weaknesses. Probably because we’re actually friends. Garrett has thrown a monkey wrench into the equation, but, although he can annoy me, I think he’s got guts and knows how to bring in and keep clients that pay us a lot of money, so, for the most part, he’s all right in my book.
“Just be good people and the rest, will hopefully fall in place.”
I know Garrett wants to say more, but he holds his tongue. That’s rich, because I’ve heard all about his exploits with his secretaries. After we gave him a lecture about not doing that here, he’s trying to act all high and mighty and turn it around back on me.
Whatever. I just want to get back to work as normal. We end the meeting. Garrett and Asher leave, heading for their offices. I stay behind because I can tell Ron wants to say something to me.
“I saw you leave the party last night with the new girl.”
He’s always been observant, the son of a bitch.
“I was giving her a tour of the floor. She seemed intimidated by it all and I wanted to give her some calm.”
“You’re a dirty liar and you know it.”
Obviously, I’m lying. What I said wasn’t even convincing. But Ron seems to be the only one who ever half catches on to any of my shit. He never cares, though, as long as it doesn’t hurt the firm— which, of course I make sure it doesn’t. And he knows he wouldn’t be one to talk, seeing as how Ruby was his secretary before she was his lover, and then his wife.
“Just be careful, okay. Don’t pull your usual shit. I know you like to ‘initiate’ new hires or whatever you call it, but right now the company’s in danger of being in peril and you need to be on your best behavior.”
“You’re beginning to sound like my father, Cameron.”
And he really is. My dad would give me speeches about responsibility and duty and how I’m wasting my potential.
“I’m being serious. You’ve been lucky so far. It’s bound to run out. Take it from someone who knows— this is only really worth it if it’s meant to be.”
He pats my shoulder and then leaves me alone in the meeting room. I know he’s right, but I’ve never been the best at listening. Plus, it’s easy for him to say it’s not worth it unless it’s “meant to be,” after he married his secretary. I’m not about to do that. That would just complicate my life beyond the pale.
Chapter 9
Jameson
I walk to my office and plop down at my desk. I start half pretending to work, by going through emails, but soon I become bored. I pick up the phone and make a call down to Monique.
“Could you send up Erin Richardson?”
Monique agrees without asking any questions. There are perks to being the boss. But I’m mad at myself for not being able to get Erin out of my head. For caving to my need and my desire to see her again— to admire her curves and her full lips.
She makes me wait longer than I expected. I hear a knock at the door. “Come in.”
The door opens and Erin tentatively steps in. She takes a cursory look around my office before her eyes fall on me.
“You wanted to talk to me?”
I can tell she’s a little nervous. Her eyes are searching my face, trying to get an idea of my mood. I keep a neutral expression. I don’t want her to know what I’m thinking. The idea of surprising her and watching her eyes go wide excites me. I love getting any kind of reaction out of her, even though that fact makes me feel pathetic.
I remind myself to stay in control, stay in charge. I can’t believe how much this woman has the power to make me feel weak in my knees. I motion for her to sit down and she does.
“I did. How are you liking working here?”
I can tell that’s not what she was expecting because surprise flashes behind her eyes, but the rest of her face manages to stay composed. She’s a lot better at hiding her emotions than I initially gave her credit for.
“Things are going well. It’s only my second day, but I think it’s a fine place to work.”
Her demeanor has changed greatly from last night. She’s much more restrained. But that’s not what I want. I want the woman I made orgasm on the conference table last evening. The one who was strong enough to fight me off until I turned her into a quivering mess.
“Is there anything else you like about working here?”
She looks at me and I can tell I’m making her nervous. She starts to fidget with her hands. I hear her let out a shaky breath.
“Mr. Reed—”
“Jim is fine.”
“Mr. Reed,” she says, this time said more forcefully, “I wanted to let you know, last night- I’m sorry I got carried away. I shouldn’t have- I should’ve left before things got out of hand.”
I stand up and go to her side of the desk. My movement startles her and she gets out of the chair and moves to the wall.
“Erin, it’s fine. We did nothing wrong.”
She shakes her head forcefully.
“You don’t understand. It shouldn’t have happened and no matter how much I liked it-”
“So, you enjoyed it too?”
She gives me a hesitant nod. I move closer to her and this time she doesn’t run away. I reach her and put my hand on her shoulder. I run it down her body and just as I reach the top of her skirt, she stops me.
“I can’t. I’m sorry.”
She moves around me and goes to the door. As she leaves she turns towards me and appears as if she wants to say more, but rushes out instead. Leaving me alone.
Her rejection shouldn’t mean much to me, but whenever I’m near her, I can feel desire emanating from both of us. I need her to give in. It would be so much easier than continuously denying the attraction, which I know we’ll be doing from now on unless she changes her mind.
And so then, I make it my pursuit to change her mind. And when I set myself to something, I a
lways accomplish my goal.
Chapter 10
Erin
As I run away from my boss, I wonder what I’ve gotten myself into. I know what we did was wrong, and that I barely know Mr. Reed, but I also know I want to do it again. The way he touched me, my skin was on fire. Not only that, but I want to feel him inside me.
I want to watch him as he fucks me. I don’t even feel too big now. Since he likes my body, I was silly to have any issues with it. I want to watch his big cock go in and out of me.
No! Bad thoughts lead to questionable actions...
I reach the elevator and do my best to shake these feelings. There’s just so much wrong with wanting to sleep with him. For starters, I don’t even know the guy and he’s at least twice my age. Also, sex should be the last thing on my mind. I need to focus on less… improper thoughts. I get to my desk and make a mental note to see my pastor after work. He’ll know what I need to do.
The day finally comes to an end and I’m out the door. On my way to the church, I try and organize my thoughts.
What am I going to tell Pastor Nichols? I can’t tell him everything, it’s too scandalous. And what if he tells my parents?
I know confession is supposed to be private, but my parents and the pastor are very close. If he felt my immortal soul was in danger, without a doubt he would tell them everything. But I still need to talk about it. Figure out a way to deal with all these… feelings.
I arrive, head straight for his office, and knock on the door.
“You may enter.” I open the door and the pastor looks happy to see me. “Erin! What an unexpected pleasure. Please sit.”
I close the door behind me and sit across from Pastor Nichols. He’s been our family’s pastor ever since I was a baby. He’s been my parent’s pastor even longer that that. I trust his judgement and know he will give me the advice I need.
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