“I’m saying if they threw this job at me, I would jump at it. It’s a career maker only a fool would let go. You should totally take it, Erika.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I always told myself the sex and the friendship were enough, but now I see I deserve and need so much more. My gut reaction is sadness, but it doesn’t take long for fury to take its place. How could I have been such a fool? I rise and look down at his desk. The pristine white handkerchief with its pressed “E” has always been for Elizabeth and always will be. Daniel jumps up and stands between me and the door. Clearly he’s seen the fire behind my eyes.
“Don’t go out there mad, Erika,” he demands. “There’s no reason for it.”
“Mad? Why would I be mad, Daniel? Because I just found out I’m as disposable as a paper cup? Why would that make anyone mad?” I walk past him in disgust and make my way to the door. “You’re right. I’ve worked way too hard to even think about prioritizing a jerk like you. I’m taking the job, and I’m moving to Corporate. We’re done.”
Right before my hand hits the door knob he lurches forward and urgently grabs my arm, squeezing it so tight it hurts.
“Erika,” he says before I jerk my arm out of his grasp and push him aside.
“I never got to kiss you,” I say through clenched teeth, hot tears forming in the corners of my eyes. I shove him backwards. “Consider that your kiss goodbye.”
***
Company records show my transition into the Foreign Service Desk was the fastest to ever happen. They offered. I accepted and told them I could be out of my office by the end of the day. And so, I started my new life. A life full of work, promise, Chinese take-out, and lonely nights. It was a life without Daniel, but at least it was my life.
Six weeks into my position and I’m was up late looking over translated documents about some economic uprising in France when my doorbell rings. I hadn’t ordered anything, but thought maybe the Chinese place down the block was so used to coming here they just stopped waiting for the call. I didn’t even bother with the peephole. It’s a good thing, too. If I had looked, I would have never opened the door.
“Daniel!” I exclaim in shock. He was standing there in a rumpled shirt with a rose in his hand and a pitiful look cascading from his downcast eyes. Sarcastically, I gesture to his apparent peace offering. “It’s a little late for roses, isn’t it?”
“I hope not,” he says without a touch of his usual cocky banter. “I hope it’s not too late at all. I hope it’s early.”
“What?” I open the door all the way and motion for him to come in and sit down. Observing his creased pants and a possible small stain on his tie, I remark on his pitiful state. “Does Elizabeth know you’re running around in this condition?”
“She’s gone,” he says and nods affirmatively. “When she came back it was clear I couldn’t concentrate on her or anything to do with our relationship. Her excitement for what we had together left me flat. Every time we tried to be intimate or even just talked, all I could think about was the day you left my office. I’ve gone over that day a million times and I can’t get it out of my mind.”
“Oh, come now. Stop being so dramatic. It’s not like you.”
“No, I’m serious, Erika. I haven’t been the same since you left.” He reached out and placed a surprisingly gentle hand on my arm. I somehow manage to stay still although my heart was beating at a hummingbird pace. “I’ve had women leave me before. Some were even angrier than you were, but I have never reached out for someone the way I did for you. When I grabbed your arm it was like I was reaching for oxygen. And since you walked out that door, I haven’t been able to breathe.”
“What are you saying, Daniel?”
“I’m saying I’m in love with you. Not just for sex. Not just for friendship. For everything. I love your jokes, your talent, your body, and your mind. I love everything that is you. I know I was wrong, and I’m here to make it right. I promise you that I will never put a person, place or job before you again. Please take me back. I need you.”
“Let’s…start with dinner,” I say cautiously as I take his rose and walk with him to the door to get my purse. I don’t know if this is real or a fantasy but I sure want to find out.
“Oh, I forgot something,” he says as he pulls me close to him. Wrapping his arms around me, he leans in and embraces my lips in a long luxurious kiss.
Desperate Redhead
By Sara Leigh
She first noticed him from across the street; his sweeping fringe and baby blue eyes commanded the attention of every passerby, but it was outside Megan’s apartment building that he waited—as though fate itself left him there for her, muscled and tall, just the way she liked her men. Megan had always been a woman of fine taste, though, and her recently divorced husband was proof of that: tall, dark, handsome, and more than willing to look overlook her freckled skin and clumsy nature. Even now, as she clattered in heels back to her apartment with nothing but last night’s party dress clinging to her body, Megan was in no fit state to speak to such a strapping piece of eye candy, though she had little choice in the matter.
“Good morning,” the handsome man said as she approached the door to her apartment building.
“Good morning, how are you?” Megan could scarcely concentrate on the words spewing through her lips; she was far too concerned with the state of her ginger locks tangled about her shoulders, and the black lace dress that was all too inappropriate for the time of day.
“I’m good … I’m good. You wouldn’t happen to know if apartment twelve is home, would you? It’s just that I’ve rang and there’s no answer, and I’ve been waiting for almost a half hour with these boxes.”
“Apartment twelve is home now, but please … call me Megan.” Barely through the door and already she was flirting with the moving guy, but how could she not? Up-close he was far dreamier than she’d ever expected; his gorgeous blue eyes were complimented by a thin forest of coal black facial hair, and the facial hair complimented by a chiseled jawline. Just the thought of his wonderfully broad chest pressed against her petite body was enough to moisten her sweet spot below.
“Nice to meet you, Megan. My name’s Jake, or Jay … whichever you prefer. I … I … I’m here with the boxes.” The handsome thing was nervous, that much was obvious.
“I’m so sorry, Jake. I completely forgot. I thought they’d be delivered tomorrow. Really, I’m sorry. Please … come up, let me make you something to drink.”
“A coffee would be great! Thank you.”
And with that, they climbed the stairs to her apartment—boxes and all. The whole time Megan could feel his eyes watching her, peeling the dress off her. He looked at her the way men often looked at her when she wore such a figure-hugging dress, though she wasn’t about to complain with this one. She wanted it, too, and she knew exactly what to do to get it.
“So, how come you were alone out there? Where are your friends?” For Megan’s plan to succeed, she had to find out if they’d end up being disturbed.
“They left me. They had other rounds to do so they said they’d be back later once I call them.”
Perfect! “So, you’re free for the rest of the day?”
“Y … Yes, Ma’am. I mean … uh … Megan,” said Jake nervously.
She saw his eyes quickly roam over her once more, as if stealing a look at her was such a crime. She wanted it. No, she needed it—especially after her ex husband. Her smokey eyes and red lipstick weren’t for nothing, she needed a man to give her what she’d been craving since the divorce; she needed a man to take her to that special place only a woman could know of. “Then I hate to ask, but you wouldn’t mind helping me unpack a few of these boxes, would you?”
“I … I’d love to.”
Megan had him right where she wanted him, and all that was left was to execute the kiss. She watched as Jake took her boxes into the bedroom and began unpacking. Chewing her lip was all she could do stop herself from pouncing on him; the way his mus
cles moved beneath his tight white shirt, and the way he’d often brush away the hair from his eyes was all too much for Megan. She’d never seen such a fine specimen. She went to move in for the finishing touch when suddenly a wrench was thrown into the works.
“What’s this?” Slowly Jake removed from the box an all too familiar photograph.
Oh no! How did that get in there? I’m sure I threw that away! “Oh, that’s nothing. Just me and my recently divorced lying, cheating, good for nothing husband.” On our first date. “ Just throw that in the trash can over there.”
“Are you alright? I … I had no idea. I … I shouldn’t even be here. This all wrong, I’m sorry. I’ll go.”
Oh no! Suddenly her plan was falling apart. Not even her long legs and push-up bra could save it. She had to think of something, and fast! “How could you know? It really doesn’t matter. It’s just … what he did … cheating on me like that. It hurt! It still hurts!” And like a river, tears began streaming down her soft cheeks.
The truth was Megan had already cried so much that it didn’t matter anymore; it didn’t matter that she caught her husband fooling around with his stupidly-pretty secretary, and it sure as hell didn’t matter that he begged her not to leave him. The ordeal was over, and yet Megan had done the impossible. She’d forced herself to cry.
“It’s alright,” Jake said as his arms wrapped around her—surrounding Megan with a wall of muscle. She felt the pounding of his mighty heart, the hardness of his chest, and something much harder between his legs.
It was now or never. She had to do this. For women everywhere, she had to do this! And so she did. Her trembling lips met his, and for a heartbeat the world stopped spinning; time itself paused, and all that Megan could feel were the butterflies fluttering inside her stomach. Mission accomplished!
“Wait, this isn’t right. We shouldn’t do this,” Jake said as he pulled away from her lips. “We really shouldn’t, should we? I mean … you’re upset, and hardly know me.”
Slowly, Megan’s red-painted fingernails travelled up the man’s thigh. Grazing the denim around his crotch, she carefully unbuttoned his jeans and allowed all eight inches of his throbbing manhood to fall through his buttoned up briefs and gently into her grasp. She had him, and there was little he could do to fight her seduction. “Is this not what you want?” Her tiny fingers traced the thickness of the shaft, before gently massaging the tip. “I saw the way you were looking at me,” Megan said as she lowered her head between the man’s thighs. “I want you.” Slowly her fingers moved up and down his thighs, and carefully she watched as his hardness throbbed before her. “I want you to fuck me.” Megan quickly moved her tiny fingers up his shaft once more, and then held the head of his manhood ever so gently in her hand. “And I know you want this, too.”
Jake choked on his words and lay back topless on the bed while Megan removed the denim and suffocating briefs that stood in her way. Her fingers sunk into the steely contours of his thighs, while her tangled ginger locks brushed against the shaft that stood to attention before her. Megan knew exactly what he was expecting, though whether it was going to happen or not was up to her to decide—she was in control now.
She heard him groan as her tongue circled the tip of his head, but it was nothing compared to the reaction Megan received when she allowed him to fall into her mouth for half a heartbeat. Jake’s hips bucked in pleasure, and his body screamed for more, but he was in no position to command.
Before long, the teasing became too much, and even Megan knew what would happen if he were to get a little excited too early. She knew that all too well thanks to her ex-husband, who scarcely managed to please Megan without resorting to her much-loved toys.
A girl needed attention, and Megan was getting none—it was time for change. Quickly her lips moved to Jake’s neck, before moaning sweetly into his ear. “If you make me cum, I promise I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
“Anything?”
“Yes … anything. But first you have to give me what I want,” Megan slyly said as she pinned her prize to the bed. She felt his coarse hands move nervously across her thighs. The man could’ve passed for a sweet and innocent virgin, if not for his strapping good looks and powerful body. No, Jake was a man playing her little game all too well, this she knew. “Give me what I want, Jake,” Megan demanded.
Suddenly the tables turned, Megan was the one pinned to the bed, and Jake was in full control. The morning sunlight highlighted the muscled contours of Jake’s body, but it was his beautiful blue eyes that Megan couldn’t help stare into. She wanted nothing more than to feel all eight inches of his masculinity bury into her petite body while she watched the eyes stare back at her.
Soon enough, Jake found the courage to feel beneath her dress, and slowly he caressed the silk red panties that were moistened from her desire. He was toying with her; thumbing the bow and moving carefully around the lace trim in an effort to seduce her. Needless to say it worked, though Megan wanted more than foreplay.
Before long, Jake was planting kisses between her legs and breathing heavily against the silk. Megan was almost sure she felt the warmth of his tongue move across her, but she couldn’t say for certain, all she knew was that the anticipation was growing more and more. She needed to feel him inside her!
Almost as if the man had somehow read her mind, Jake allowed her silk panties to fall gracefully to her ankles. For Megan, it was an electrifying feeling to have someone other than her husband peel off her clothes and touch her in this way—she couldn’t chew her lip enough in excitement. As the muscled stranger moved his fingers up her thighs, and grazed the moistened lips that begged to be touched, Megan soon saw what she’d been missing all the time she was with her husband. She missed the way men looked at her. She missed the intimacy. Most of all, she missed feeling sexy. Megan liked knowing someone appreciated her in this way, and she liked the thought of Jake’s throbbing manhood buried inside her even more.
Megan didn’t have to wait long; the manhood she yearned for carefully slipped into her and with it came a sensation she’d almost forgotten. Each thrust was as powerful as the next, and for once she didn’t have to pretend to feel such overwhelming pleasure. Her breathing became erratic, her moans grew louder, and eventually she stopped caring about what she looked like. She felt those coarse hands again, move upwards across her body. She felt them pull at the lace, until her black bra was exposed.
Her husband had always neglected her breasts, as though they were too small, or vile in some strange way; nothing like Jake, who had no problem freeing her rose-tipped nipples from the suffocating bra and groping her like an excited schoolboy. The more she moaned, the more he groped, until gathering the courage to suckle on her nipples in a barbarous fashion. Needless to say, Megan loved it. She loved feeling like she was being taken in a rough manner, by a real man. And Jake was a real man, with beard and muscles to boot.
Looking up into his baby blue’s, Megan could feel it. She felt the sensation she’d been waiting for. It took her unexpectedly, and felt incredible. She felt the tingles run from her toes up through her body, and felt her hips arch to feel him drive deeper. Her moans turned to screams, and her hair became tangled with sweat. “Harder, Jake. Harder! Faster!”
The sound of skin slapping skin resonated from the walls of her bedroom, and Megan could feel her body writhing uncontrollably. She felt helpless, as though she’d lost all power she had at the beginning. It didn’t matter, she was getting what she wanted; she was being taken to that special place. She jerked and jerked, chewed on her lip, jerked some more and screamed out in pleasure. She felt a release wash over her, and finally she felt that release dissipate.
Though breathless and satisfied, a promise was a promise. Megan didn’t care about control anymore. She had got what she wanted. “Jake …. Jake, that was AWESOME!”
“Now … about my end of the bargain …”
“Someone’s suddenly got confident, haven’t they? So, what
does the strapping Jake want then, huh?”
“Well, first things first: I want to see you out of that sexy dress.”
“Do you not like my short … lace … dress? Is it not sexy enough for you?” Megan teased as she turned to arch her body and show off her butt.
“I love it, but I want to see what’s underneath,” Jake said with confidence.
“Why don’t you come here and unzip me?”
Jake did as he was commanded, slowly unzipping the black lace dress and removing it from Megan. “Wow … I … I … uh.”
“And what else would you like to do to me?”
“I … I don’t …”
“I know what you want, Jake. I want it, too. Be gentle, though … I haven’t had much experience in that department, just a few toys. Go ahead, Jake. I want it.”
She felt it; all eight inches slowly ease into her ass. It was a strange feeling at first, almost too painful to bear. Megan’s fingers squeezed the bed sheets as the pain felt almost reminiscent of her virginity, but it was a pain she liked; a pain she wanted more of. She begged him to go faster, but he didn’t. Jake was quickly a shy virgin once more, scarcely moving for fear of hurting her.
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