“Before you go,” I say and turn to grab some manila folders off my desk. I push them towards her and she takes them in her arms, holding them against her chest. “No one’s the wiser.”
I hand her a pen and she opens the office door. But not before supplying me with an unreadable look. I question it slightly but feel confident that I’ve caught another one. Now, to just keep myself uncaught, because she’s having an effect on me that I’m not quite used to. I smile as she shuts the door.
I walk back over to my desk and try to get back to work, but distracting thoughts continue to override everything in front of me. I already know what the partners would say if they found out what happened, even if many of them would be hypocrites. None of them could tell me what to do or not, as I’m a full fledged partner here and I’ve brought them lucrative business. I can do whatever I want regardless of anyone’s approval. Or disapproval.
However, their concern would be understandable, so I hope nothing goes wrong. I always love the thrill of the chase and the risk of getting caught more than I do the aftermath of the “what if” thinking.
I start rifling through papers on my desk, pants still on the floor on the other side of the room. It usually takes a minute or two for my satisfied cock to truly become flaccid, so I sit there with just my briefs on, attempting to get some work done.
The thought of Grace makes me think of feelings in my past I’d rather not dwell on. The thought goes rancid in my mind as I don’t want to associate Grace, someone who’s kind and sweet and can apparently take a cock like a champ, with someone who has only ever caused me pain and anguish. You’d think I’d feel jilted and resentful but all I truly feel is a desire to protect myself from having the kind of hurt I’ve had happen to me, ever happen again.
I know that it’s irrational to think that all women are capable of such cruelty of the type that one subjected me to, but the thought still crosses my mind every time I meet a new woman. And that’s why I operate the a way I do. A string of contrived, arranged “relationships”—understandings, if you will—is just what I need. I don’t want anything serious. Commitment will only cause heartbreak. And I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime.
And yet, there’s something about Grace. The way she carries herself and takes her job, but not herself, very seriously. The way she smiles, genuinely smiles at me, takes my breath away. I can’t help but feel a connection to her and I don’t mean just the incredible physical and resulting emotional connection we just shared while she was sucking my cock. It was something more than that.
Although, I could probably just chalk that feeling up to her being a virgin. She seemed very skilled for someone who had never given head before. She gave it well and seemed to genuinely want to please me. The next time she comes around, and I already know there’s going to be a next time, I’ll have to be sure to return the favor.
Chapter 11
Grace
On the drive home, I can’t get Boyd out of my mind. The feeling of his cock in my mouth was unlike anything I had ever felt before. And even though I almost choked, it almost made it even hotter.
And that kiss he gave me before I left the office. It told me that he maybe wanted something more than just a sexual fling. But could he? And with me? I shouldn’t even be doing anything sexual with him at all. I should be steering clear of him and the temptation that he brings.
After leaving his office, I headed straight for the ladies’ room. As predicted, my panties were soaked. Next time, I would have to remember to bring an extra pair just in case. The thought takes over and I know I’d like him to return the favor. For I can’t help but wonder what that tongue would feel like entering my most private place, where only my own fingers have gone before.
I pull into the driveway and sit in the car for a moment, trying to compose myself. Andrew’s car is also parked in the driveway and I know full well that I have to confess my sins, because if he finds out first—and I just have some feeling that he would—he’ll be irate. I just don’t know how exactly to go about it—how to say it.
I hear the front door open and Andrew walks out of the house, carrying the garbage. He sees me and waves. I give him a weak wave back. He puts the garbage down and comes over to the passenger side window. He knocks and I unlock the door for him. He slides into the car and looks at me, concerned.
“Is everything alright, Grace?” Andrew asks, his hands folded neatly in his lap. “You don’t seem your cheerful self.”
“That’s because I’m not alright.” I can’t make myself look at him, the shame rising up in me like a flood. My grip tightens on the steering wheel. “I’ve done something shameful and I don’t know how to take it back.” I still can’t bring myself to look at Andrew.
“What’s happened, Grace?” Andrew asks, his tone gentle. “You can tell me anything.” He puts his hand on my shoulder, comforting me. The familiar touch helps to alleviate some of the built up tension.
“I don’t know how to tell you this,” I start, but I’m not sure where I should even finish. I can’t tell him everything that happened. He might kick me out of the house. I’m extra careful to make sure he doesn’t know I masturbate, let alone, that I just sucked my boss’s dick. Which I’m hoping to do again in the very near future. The mere thought frightens me and I put my head in my hands, ashamed at my sinful thoughts. I have to tell someone or I might explode.
“I think I have feelings for my boss,” I say, deciding not to go into any excruciating detail. I don’t want to risk the life I have here with Andrew and Colleen. It’s all I have.
“You do?” Andrew says, looking directly at me. “Has anything come of it? Physically? Or are you just thinking these thoughts?”
“I’m just thinking these thoughts,” I say, knowing that I could never tell him the actual truth of what happened. The fact that I’m lying to someone who’s only been kind to me makes my stomach twist into knots. “Nothing has come of it. He probably doesn’t feel the same way. I mean, he is my boss after all.”
“Yes, he is your boss,” Andrew says, folding and refolding his hands on his lap. He’s unsure of what to say to me. I’ve never seen him unsure before. This concerns me more than anything. “I’m unsure of what to say to you other than you have to be careful. You can’t let this man lead you into temptation. Staying pure is the best thing for you. It will give you a life of fulfillment and prosperity. You cannot sleep with him. You must trust yourself and know that God has a bigger plan for you. And it’s not with an older man to whom you work under. You and I both know He would not approve.” Andrew finishes his speech and looks at me. I finally meet his gaze, but find so solace in his words. In fact, it makes me feel that much worse.
“I know He doesn’t approve,” I say, looking away from him and out through the windshield. “That’s why I wanted to speak with you about this. To have you remind me what I’m meant to be doing.”
“Thank you for telling me this, Grace,” Andrew says, making to leave the car. “It’s very grown up of you to recognize a situation that can lead to danger. It’s extremely important now that you stand your ground and stay away from this man as much as you can. You’re a strong and intelligent woman. I know you’ll make the right choice.” He gets out of the car and closes the door behind him. I watch as he picks the abandoned garbage back up and puts it in the bin at the end of the driveway.
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 involve 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.
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