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by Jennifer Foor


  Chapter 15

  Rachel

  Where was I supposed to change? It wasn’t like there was a dressing room, or a personal bathroom in my office. I wasn’t that high up in the company, well not yet at least. I held up the tiny amount of fabric. “Right now? You want me to stand in front of you and strip?”

  He smirked and nodded. “You’re damn right. I want to watch.”

  I kept trying to see Chad as the kid I’d once known him to be, but after his recent performance, and the way he was such a gentleman, I couldn’t look past his true identity. He was strong and powerful, with women fawning over him. I’d be a fool to pass up the opportunity for some cheer-me-up fun, and that’s exactly what this was. It meant nothing to either of us. We were two adults, enjoying the company of each other after a hard day. “You ignored me in the meeting,” I said as I dropped my skirt to the floor. “Why? If I’m so appealing to you, how come you didn’t give me a second’s notice?”

  “After last night, I can’t look at you without my dick getting hard. Unless you wanted a different kind of presentation it was best if I kept my eyes on note taking.”

  “Note taking. I saw you laughing several times.”

  “I was laughing when I was messaging you.” He pulled out his phone and scrolled to an application before handing it to me. “Take a look for yourself. I had the dictation on, and when more than one person was speaking, I tried to jot down as much as I could. If I needed to go back and reference anything later, I’d have access to it. If you paid any attention to me in our other meetings you’d know I do this every time.”

  I was shocked. He’d been listening the whole time. “I thought I was boring you.”

  “Trust me, Rach, nothing about you is boring, you proved that last night, more than once if I remember correctly.”

  My cheeks turned a crimson hue, I was sure of it. I’d acted on impulse, throwing caution to the wind. I’d done things with Chad I’d never tried before, and I liked it.

  I lifted my top over my head, standing before him in only a bra and panties. When I knew he was paying full attention, I unfastened the back clasp and let my breasts fall free. Instinct told me to cover up. I brought my arms up to my shoulders, hiding both nipples from his sight.

  “You look like a stripper. Do you have moves to go with it?”

  I wasn’t the best dancer, but I could shake my ass around to a beat. “There’s no music.”

  “Close your eyes and pretend.” I watched him unzipping his pants. As shocking as it was to be doing this in the office, it felt kind of risqué. The idea of it turned me on. Parts of me were tingling, and it was only a matter of time before I was begging him to touch me.

  I moved my hips from side to side, keeping my eyes focused on his. Meanwhile, he’d pulled his erect cock out of his trousers and was holding it, moving his palm slowly around it. I tried not to look at it – the size; what had been inside of me earlier. It was hard to keep my concentration as I shimmied out of my panties, suddenly stark naked before him.

  He stood, letting go of his shaft and coming toward me. Instead of touching my skin, he reached behind, grabbing the bra and panties off the table top. He stared me in the eyes while putting each strap over my arms, then fastening it in the back. I watched as he crouch down in front of me, face to face with my pussy. He held out the panties and watched me place both of my legs in each slot. Then, as slow as humanly possible, he raised the fabric up until I felt the thong sitting against my ass crack.

  Chad stood and backed away, taking me in once more. “Nice. Now turn around. Show me that ass.”

  I did as I was told, really getting into it. My hips moved side to side as I ran my hands through my newly cut hair.

  He spanked me once on the left side, catching me off guard. Then he began rubbing the area, while forcing me to bend over the desk. I could feel his stiff cock pressing against my ass, but I said nothing. I already knew what was coming, and I wasn’t about to stop him. I’d fantasized about having sex at the office, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined it with someone as handsome as him.

  I also hadn’t pictured myself being with another man, since I’d vowed to love and cherish my husband for the rest of my life. All that was gone now though.

  “I should take you right here, like this, but I’m going to hold out.” He spun me around, scooting some items on my desk out of the way. “Climb up there and spread your legs.”

  I did as he requested, hopping up on the desk and spreading my legs to either side. “Like this?”

  “Yeah. Now, run your hands up the inside of your thighs while I get comfortable.”

  I expected him to approach me, instead he sat back down, grabbing his fully erect cock and began stroking it. Watching him masturbate was turning me on. As much as I wanted him to touch me, I was getting off on the idea of him pleasuring himself to my body.

  I kept massaging my thighs, feeling the warmth forming between them. “Are you sure there’s no one else here?”

  “I watched the last person leave, Rach. Quit worrying and scoot your panties to the side. I need to see that pussy.”

  I slid the fabric over, watching as I exposed my private area for his viewing pleasure. “Like this?”

  He shook his head and grinned. “No, you’ll need to use your fingers. Make yourself wet, Rach. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone. Come for me.”

  Was he crazy? I couldn’t do that, could I? Did I have the courage to do something so taboo with him watching me intently like he wanted to?

  I took two fingers, slightly grazing my clit. The mere touch caused my muscles to tighten.

  “Wait. Hold on.” He tapped on his lips with one finger and stood, getting close enough where he could touch me. He reached forward with both hands, forcing the lace cup of my bra on each side down, exposing my breasts. He backed away, as if to appreciate them like they were a work of art. “Yeah, that’s better. Now where were we?”

  I couldn’t get over how collected he was, letting me know he was experienced beyond his years. He was a powerful man, his age meaning nothing anymore. He besieged me in a way I couldn’t yet explain. Whatever he requested I wanted to do.

  Inundated with desire, I watched as Chad sat back down in his chair. He left his cock alone and folded his hands together, grinning as he brought his attention to me. “You know what to do. Don’t make me wait, Rach. This is just foreplay. You won’t be fucked if you don’t play by my rules, and we both know you want more of this.” He pointed to his groin, smirking the entire time.

  I circled my fingers over my clit again, this time applying more pressure. His alluring stare kept me flushed. My heart rate increased, and I felt overheated, even though I knew the temperature in the room hadn’t changed. The more I continued, the harder it was to keep focused. When this was over I’d seek absolution. Until that time came, I would bathe in the ecstasy this man was offering.

  “Tell me again what I’ll get if I abide by your orders?” I managed to get out before having to inhaled deeply. The intensity was building. Friction against my clit sent shudders throughout my body.

  “What’s the hottest sex you’ve ever had?”

  I tried to think of the most sensual moment of my life. My mind kept going to the night before, and the things Chad had been able to do with his hands and tongue. I knew I couldn’t give him anymore reason to think he was amazing, so I tried to think about every single experience I’d ever had. I closed my eyes and focused while still maintaining the same rhythm with my fingers on my clit. “It was when I first met Grayson. He was older, and way more experienced. We’d gone out of town for a business trip. After having one too many drinks we thought it would be fun to see an X-rated movie together. The place was empty except for a few random patrons sitting around the theater. I’d never watched porn, so you can image how insecure I was watching it on the big screen. The sound was turned way up, and it felt like the moans were coming from someone sitting next to us. The plot was
about some alien invasion of all women. They had a mission to come to earth and learn physical attributes of human men. The woman would walk around grabbing men off the streets and fuck them in random places. After the first scene I was flustered and totally turned on. Being the only female in the theater, I kept looking around to see if anyone was peering in our direction. Grayson stuck his hand down my shorts and began fingering me. After a while it started feeling so good I couldn’t help but want more. The moment I peered into his eyes I could see how hungry he was to fuck. I freed his dick from his pants and started jerking him off. Then I had to have it in my mouth. I blew him in the dark theater with people around us. I didn’t even care if they watched us. Halfway through, Grayson made me stop. We stood up and ran out the emergency exit, ending up in the rear parking lot. He pressed me up against the brick building and fucked me. I have no idea if there were cameras. Someone could have been watching us, and it turned me on.”

  “You like being watched?” He asked.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “I suppose I do.”

  “Finger yourself. I want to see how wet you are.”

  I drove my fingers inside my soaked opening, pulling out natural lubricant and rubbing it over the outer lips.

  “I knew it. Now, make yourself come. Show me how long it takes you to get yourself off.”

  I’d just told him a dirty story. Thinking about it, imagining it in my head, made my pussy pulsate. I looked down, forgetting about Chad for a moment. The only thing important in the room was me, and I was about to lose it. I bit down on my lip, sucking in until I could taste the blood rushing to it. This was it; the moment I was going to lose myself in a self-induced orgasm while Chad stared, captivated by my actions. I glanced up at him, catching his gaze and fell apart, my body going into an immediate spasm. My eyes closed and I cried out, forgetting we could be discovered if someone were still in the office.

  Chad remained in the same position. He was smiling, waiting for me to settle. “That was hot. You’ve got me in quite a predicament, Rach. My dick is rock hard, but I’ve got a big problem.”

  “What?” I inquired.

  “I’m not sure if I want to fuck you on the desk, or have you ride me until the sun goes down.”

  I gasped, my pussy still throbbing from my orgasm. The idea of his being inside of me was an immediate draw. I didn’t care where we did it, or what position. I just wanted it to happen as soon as possible.

  I rubbed my thighs, moaning softly. “I think you should fuck me here first.”

  “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

  I nodded and licked my lips. He had no idea how bad I wanted him. As shocking as it was, I didn’t have to be drunk this time to be sure. I craved to have him fill me, and the longer he made me wait, the hornier I became. “Yes. Please. Make me come again. Make me forget, Chad. Make it all go away.”

  He wasted no more time with questions. As quick as a rabbit, he came at me, running his hands up over my knees and then to my thighs. His thumbs traced the lower lips, spreading me open while he watched. He nudged his cock into my opening, then finally I felt it, his all consuming huge shaft shoving inside my tight walls. Nothing existed except for the two of us. Chad took me to a place where problems didn’t exist. A place where euphoria was accessible.

  I was in awe, unable to accept that my actions were sinful. I didn’t even care. As long as he kept giving more, nothing could break me.

  Chapter 16

  Grayson

  She wouldn’t speak to me. She refused to see me. My own daughter had shut me out. With nowhere else to go, I decided to check out of the hotel and head home. Rachel may have wanted me to go, but it was my house before we met. If she wanted to avoid me, I’d make it almost impossible for her.

  I expected to find her at home when I finally got off work. It was late, and she usually went to bed around nine in the evening. There was no use calling her cell phone. She hadn’t been answering when I called, and when she did, her words were anything but pleasant.

  After putting my things in our bedroom, I made my way downstairs to the living room. Remnants of her romp with the other man were still present. Two glasses and my empty bottle of bourbon remained on the oak table I’d refinished with my bare hands.

  I thought back to then, when I believed nothing could tear us apart. Rachel was always happy. Her smile was like a breath of fresh air. For the life of me I couldn’t remember back to when I’d seen it last. My heart ached a little more, reminiscing of the life we once had.

  Now in shambles, I was grasping at straws to hang on to whatever was left. I’d been ignorant to her feelings, putting my own wants in front of our needs. We needed each other, that I was positive of. Living separate, imagining a life without her in it made me break down. I was crumbling, determined to do whatever necessary to prove we could get through this, maybe even stronger than we were before.

  I stared at the glass I knew was meant for her companion. The idea of him putting his mouth on my wife was excruciating. There were things I swore I’d never do to another person, but damn if I didn’t want to retract that view and let the guy have it.

  She was mine. Yes, I’d fucked it up. Yes, it had been my fault. Yes, I probably deserved much worse than she was giving me.

  I had to keep trying. Giving up wasn’t an option when it came to Rachel.

  Hours passed, in which I pulled out another glass and filled it to the brim. I needed to alleviate some of the stress I was under. A constant ache had been in my chest since all of this went down, and I wasn’t sure if it was my heart, or my mind playing tricks on me.

  I don’t know how many times I flipped through the channels looking for something to bide my time while I waited for her to come home. I mentally prepared for her guest to come in with her, and how this time I was going to stand my ground and be the last man remaining. I wasn’t going to allow some stranger to be alone with my wife in our home.

  When I began to drift asleep, I wondered if she was coming at all. It was past midnight, and I hadn’t even heard a car go by outside. Then, just as my body began to relax, I heard the garage door opening and a car pulling in.

  I sat up on the couch, waiting to be met by my wife, and anyone she might have brought home with her.

  Rachel walked in carrying her computer bag. She was dressed to the nine in a formal gown that was tight fitting. She wasn’t happy when she flipped on the light switch and found me waiting. “I thought that was your car out front. What are you doing here?” It was obvious she wasn’t thrilled to see me.

  “I’m worried about you. Why are you just getting home?” The truth was that I needed to know if she’d been with him again.

  “That’s none of your business. I think we’ve already addressed that. What are you doing here?”

  I smirked while throwing up my hands, as if she didn’t have the right to question it. “I decided to come home. I’m not staying in a hotel when I have a perfectly good house I’m paying for. You never answered my question. Why are you so late?”

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but I was at work, and then went straight to a show. One of our clients was performing and gave us free tickets, front row. I had to change at the office.” She stepped out of her heels and started walking toward the steps. “I’m tired, and for once I had a fantastic night. I’m not going to stand here and let you ruin it. If you’ll excuse me, I have work in the morning. I’m going to bed.”

  “Rachel, wait.” She spun around and gave me a look of annoyance.

  “What?”

  “We really do need to talk.”

  “There’s nothing to talk about. I want a divorce, and there isn’t a single thing you can do or say to change my mind.”

  Chapter 17

  Rachel

  His words were like a knife driving deep into my heart. “I’d marry you again if I could. We could start over anywhere you wanted. We could put the past behind us, both of us. I know you still love me, Rachel. I can see it in
your eyes. It wouldn’t hurt so much if you didn’t. Please don’t give up on us. Don’t throw away ten years we’ve had together. We can make new memories.”

  I don’t know why his words were getting to me. It was as if a barrier was about to shatter, and I wasn’t able to fight back. The truth was, I did love Grayson. I loved him with every bone in my body. There were times when I felt like I couldn’t breathe without him in my life; that if something ever happened to him I’d die myself.

  Maybe I was just tired, or it was possible the guilt was beginning to eat me alive. I could feel the rush of tears falling down my cheeks, and the way my lips were trembling from attempting to hold in my feelings. This wasn’t easy, and I certainly couldn’t be prepared for how my heart would feel when he sat so close, pleading for me to love him. Even a quick glance to his face told me everything I needed to know. Grayson was telling the truth. He wanted to start over. In a way, I wanted the same things, but my inability to get over his indiscretions left me unable to forgive.

  It was possible time would heal my broken heart, but for now I wanted nothing to do with Grayson, and the pain being around him brought me. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I know you’re trying, but I’m not ready for this. I don’t know if I will ever be. It hurts too much.” I sniffled to prevent the snot from pouring out of my nose. I had to stay strong. It was important for him to understand I couldn’t shut off the images in my mind. They were still fresh and just as painful. “You have every right to be here in your home, but I can’t promise I’ll be able to handle being around every day. It might be better if I found a small place to rent in the city, at least temporarily.”

  “Is that where he lives?”

  Wow. He had nerve. “What does it matter? Is your office close to your girlfriend’s house?” It was a low blow.

  Grayson shook his head. “She’s not my girlfriend. I told you it’s over. I have no intentions of seeing her ever again.”

  “I guess six months was plenty of time for you to get your fix.”

 

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