“Is your wife named Stephanie Monroe?” His eyes shot up at the question.
“She was. She is Stephanie McCullough now. Why? Do you know my wife?” Shit… everything just went further downhill.
“We went to high school together. Can you tell her that Tiffany Roberts said hello? I am sure she will remember me.” There was a devilish twinkle in her eye that he would definitely find out the meaning of.
“Yes. Now that will be all. I have work to do.”
She exited the room, although she didn’t want to. She didn’t know it she wanted to throw something at his forehead or crawl into his lap and kiss every inch of his body. She went back to her desk, but couldn’t concentrate as she envisioned him spreading her out on top of his big desk and taking her right there. What would it feel like to kiss him? Shaking herself mentally and physically, she got back to work.
The next few days were the same. He was an ass to her, and she didn’t understand why, unless it was because he was just a plain out asshole. That could be a possibility though. Most people became arrogant and uppity when they hit the big time. And he had definitely hit the big time. She smiled when she thought of his wife. She had been one great kisser, and had lips that were made for sex. She had never been with another woman. She had decided that she liked men more, but she wouldn’t have traded her experience with Stephanie for anything. They had one night that was theirs and had spent it together in each other’s arms and making each other scream with pleasure. Stephanie must have chosen men as well. Who was she kidding… she would have chosen that specimen of man too.
She felt her cheeks blush down into her chest when she saw the object of her perusal walk out of the office. It changed to one of embarrassment when he opened his mouth.
“Are you using the gas card?”
“I haven’t had to, sir.” She felt her head drop a little.
“You come to work don’t you? That is what the card is for.”
“Oh. I thought it was just for errands for you.”
“I need you to get my dry cleaning. And for god sake, use the damn card so Becky will get off my damn back about it.”
Gavin had been sitting there daydreaming when Becky had called him. He saw his new secretary in nothing but the bikini underwear he knew she wore and those fuck me heels she always wore. He knew she wore bikini underwear because he could see the lines when she bent over. He had been imagining her walking to him and stripping off each piece of clothing she wore until she stood in front of him bare, then dropping to her knees to take him into her mouth. He had pulled her from him and turned her over the desk to sink inside her when the phone rang. The simplicity of the reason for the call had pissed him off even more. It had been almost three weeks, and he couldn’t keep her from his thoughts. He thought of her here, and on the plane, and even in bed lying next to his wife. He slammed the door as he walked back into his office and fixed a drink. He had thought the woman would cower off to do his bidding, but he was wrong. The door opened, and she stood there with her hands on her hips. Her cheeks were flushed, which just made her look even more tempting.
“You know what, fine. I don’t like to take advantage of people, but I will use the card. Maybe you could use some lessons in manners. I have done everything you ask of me and still you treat me like shit. Well fine. Two can play this game.” She stormed back out of the office and picked up her purse and keys. She would fill her car up every chance she got now, and go pick up his damn dry cleaning.
She felt his hand as she walked by. Looking down she saw his fingers circled her wrist right before she felt herself pressed up against him. He flipped their bodies so that she was sandwiched between him and the wall.
Tiffany felt her body heat, and her breathing became shallow. Her hands began to sweat, and she quickly ran them down the front of her pants. Looking into his eyes she felt him press her into the wall. She knew it was a mistake. He was her boss, and married for Pete’s sake. The last thing she needed to do was hop into bed with him. Good lord, where did that thought come from? His head dipped so that his mouth was just a fraction away from hers. She felt his warm breath on her skin as he whispered.
“I am going to kiss you, Tiff.”
The gasp escaped from between her lips just as he brushed them with his own. Taking the opening as an offer he quickly slipped his tongue inside to explore her mouth. She felt his tongue trace the back of her teeth and beckon her own to join his. She gave him what he asked for, and moaned deeply when his hands gripped her ass and brought her up against him even closer still. She felt the roughness of his hands where they slipped inside her pants to grip her ass. Her ass was bare, with the thongs she wore, and it was agony feeling his bare hands on her skin. She moaned again as he kissed her deeper and harder than before. He was no longer beckoning her, but instead he was ravishing her mouth, and she couldn’t help but enjoy every second of it. His knee went between her legs to rub against her through the thin material of her pants, and she knew her panties had to be dripping wet now. Grinding herself against his knee she sought out her release.
“I want you now.” It wasn’t a question; it was a demand.
“We can’t.” The eyes she raised to meet his with were full of pleading. What she wanted she couldn’t tell him, she just knew she needed something. She wanted to be dangerous for once. Throw caution to the wind. “Oh god, yes.” Her voice was airy and breathless. She moaned deep when he gripped her ass tighter.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” Doing as he commanded, she felt him press against her even more in this position. His lips were suddenly on her neck and biting the long expanse of skin from her chin to the top swell of her breasts. Her moan was long and deep when he sucked her earlobe into his mouth to nibble it.
She didn’t even realize he carried her to the desk and emptied the top of it with his hand. Before she knew it, she was lying flat across his huge mahogany desk. Looking down he grinned at her again.
“Stand up and take off your clothes.”
“I am sure you know by now that I don’t like being bossed around.” She stood and placed her hands on her hips. She felt herself step back a few steps as he walked to her. He looked like a lion staking out his next victim, and she knew she was the prey.
“I am sure you know that I don’t care, nor will I stand by and be okay with you defying me.” There was a spark of defiance in her eyes as she continued to stand there.
“Fine. Have it your way.” Watching in horror, her mouth formed an ‘O’ of shock as, gripping both sides of her top, he ripped it from the neckline. He continued pulling it away from her body until it laid open in the front.
“Damn you. I liked that shirt.”
“I like this picture better.” She looked down to see her breasts heaving as she panted. Her nipples were a deep shade of pink, and were hardened into little pebbles. She gasped when he brushed his palm against one. Stepping forward, he gathered her close again. The shirt slid off her shoulders and down her arms to land on the floor. Wrapping her arms around his neck she brought his head back down to nibble his bottom lip then suck it into her mouth. Looking at one another, they grinned slightly before their hands started moving.
She helped him to pull the jacket off and fling it to the side. Then came his shirt, which she pulled from the waist of his pants and over his head. They were both naked from the waist up, and she felt his chest brush her nipples, causing another groan to escape her lips. Their pants came next as both of them pulled and yanked the clothes off one another. It was like they were in a race to see who could undress the other faster.
When they were both standing there completely naked, he grabbed her shoulders before lifting her back up on the desk. She landed with a gasp and looked up at him. He really was amazing to look at, and she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything before. He followed her down, then and leaned over her as he took her nipple into his mouth. He nibbled and sucked at it until it was painfully stiff, and then gave the other the
same kind of attention he gave the first one. Gavin loved tits, and could play with them for hours. Her hands dipped into his hair to grip his head. She pulled him closer as he gave attention to her breasts.
She felt him push her legs wide apart, and then he nestled his hips there. She felt him rise away from her and whimpered with the feeling of loss. He came back a minute later and she watched as he rolled a condom down on his penis. It was large and erect and she felt herself grow even wetter just thinking of what he was planning to do with it. He sank down between her legs again, and nudged her opening with the head. She moaned and tried to push upwards to take him inside her. His fingers were on her first, though. She felt him slide his finger along her slit, picking up her juices along the way. She was writhing with need by now. He rubbed her clit before sinking a finger inside her. Another finger quickly joined the first, and she heard him moan.
“Damn you are tight. How long has it been?” The fire sparked back into her eyes at the question.
“None of your damn business.”
“I need to know how gentle to be. I know it’s been a while. Now how long? I don’t want to hurt you.”
She looked at him and finally gave him what he wanted. “Almost four.”
“Jesus…four months without any.” He looked down and saw her look away. “Sorry. Four months, huh?”
“No. Four years.”
“Oh dear God.” His forehead touched hers, and he panted, and then he was slowly sinking inside her. Nothing else was said as she took him in inch by inch. She felt her walls stretching to accommodate his size. It had been so long she thought she was going to pass out with the rapture that she felt with the invasion. Her body was building and the sensations quickly ran through her body causing goose bumps to pop up all over.
Gavin knew he needed to be careful. She hadn’t had sex in so long that her walls were tight as hell. If he wasn’t careful he would lose it and fuck her like a madman, and probably hurt her. Her warmth enveloped him, and he panted with the exertion it took to stay in control. When he was completely inside her he exhaled the breath he had been holding and looked at her. She laid there with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted. Her cheeks were tinged with a slight pinkish color, and she was absolutely beautiful.
He was amazed at how she struck a chord in him just by looking like that. He gave her a minute to accommodate herself to his size, and then he began to move. Slowly he moved within her, and she felt the slow ache began in the pit of her stomach. It was an old feeling, one that she had missed. Sure, she got herself off every once in a while, but nothing was like having sex. She moaned when his pace picked up and he was taking her faster. She was brought up to meet each of his thrusts by the hands he had wrapped around her hips.
He got faster and faster, making her moan and groan, searching and seeking for her impending orgasm. He began a rhythm of slow and easy, and then a few quick and hard thrusts before going back to slow and sensual. He was driving her mad, and she didn’t know how much more she could take. Finally he had mercy on her and started thrusting hard and fast. The scream that escaped from her lips echoed off the walls of the office. Thankfully, they were the only office on the floor. She could never remember having such a large orgasm in her life. She felt him shudder above her before stiffening and letting go with his own release.
“I need to go.” Before he could say a thing, she had dressed and was running from the office.
Chapter 3
Gavin sat there and stared at the shut door. The woman had balls to talk to him like that, knowing that he could fire her at any second. The fire that had lit her eyes when she got pissed made her look even more appealing, and the way she had just told him off made him want her that much more. She had looked so good propped across his desk and naked. He adjusted himself one more time before growling out loud. This was fucking torture, watching her primp around here, and he couldn’t touch her at all. When an hour later she hadn’t returned, he decided to try her cell phone but just got her voicemail. Shit. He hoped she didn’t quit. She was the most efficient assistant he had had in a long time. Sighing deeply, he left an hour and half later, when she still hadn’t come back.
Stephanie walked into the house and was surprised to smell food cooking. She couldn’t remember when Gavin had cooked at home. They had normally started eating apart, or one of them picked up something on their way home. Gavin was a phenomenal cook, but they had grown apart. She missed her husband, and he was still a gorgeous man, but the spark had diminished a long time ago. She didn’t know what she could do to bring it back either. The worst part was they both felt it, and their marriage was more of a habit than anything now. Walking into the kitchen, she smiled at him at the stove.
“Smells good. What’s the occasion?”
“Oh, nothing.” He smiled at her, and surprised her when he walked over and kissed her. “I thought maybe we should talk. Oh, and hey, do you know a woman named Tiffany Roberts? She said she knew you from high school.”
“Well, yeah, I do. We were pretty close at one time.” She looked thoughtful for a moment, and a smile spread across her face. He knew then that the two women were hiding something. He was determined to find out what it was.
“Really? Can you grab the glasses? I’m taking the potatoes to the table and everything is already set. Grab whatever wine you want to.”
“Ok.” She selected a red, knowing it was his favorite, and followed him into the dining room. They sat and started to eat before he started.
“I have been thinking about our problem.” She looked up at that.
“What problem?”
“You know you feel it. Something has disappeared, and I don’t know what. What if we tried marriage counseling or something? Hell, I don’t know.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I just want things like they used to be.”
“I know, Gavin. Me too. How about we take dessert in the bedroom.” Her eyes twinkled, and he readily agreed following her up the stairs. They would clean up later.
Gavin laid in bed some time later with his wife in his arms. They had tried, and the sex wasn’t bad, but something had still been missing. They had both pulled out all they could, and it just wasn’t there. His thoughts drifted to another woman, and he could feel himself instantly getting hard.
“Tell me about you and Tiffany.”
“Oh, we were really good friends. We did everything together. We both decided to go away from home for college. It’s funny how we both wound up back here, huh? How do you know her?”
“She’s my new assistant. She kind of told me off this afternoon, but I deserved it. I have been so stressed out that I kinda took it out on her.”
“She’s a good person, Gavin. She has a big heart.” Her eyes got a little cloudy as she quickly diverted them.
His fingers held under her chin. “What aren’t you telling me about her? Look, if there is something about her then I need to know. She is my personal assistant, and I need to know I can trust her.”
“Oh, you can trust her, Gavin. She has a good heart. At least, she did before.”
“Then what is it, Steph?”
“Okay… look. Do you remember me telling you that I experimented with another woman? I had a wild streak, and we did things together.”
“Yeah, I remember. You said you were in high school. Wait! With her?” She just nodded at him. “Oh. Okay. What’s wrong with that? You are an amazing woman, and any man or woman would be lucky to have you in their bed. Did you guys fight or something?”
“No, actually, just the opposite. We parted as friends, and promised to keep in touch… but you know how that goes when you go off to college.”
“Yeah, I do. You know what? You should come by the office and see her.”
“You are right. I have to leave for a few days and fly to California, but I will be back next week. How about I come by next Thursday evening?”
“Sounds good baby. Now go to sleep.” He kissed the top of her forehead, and they b
oth went to their side of the bed and fell asleep shortly after. They both fell asleep dreaming of the same person. Her memories of Tiffany from when she was a teenager, and his visions of her naked in his office.
Gavin walked into the room and knew instantly that she was there. He had come in late, running a couple errands on the way, and saw his dry cleaning on the chair at his desk. Everyone had left the office except a few stragglers on the first floor. It was close to 7:00, and he knew that she should be gone. Walking back out to where she should be, he looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen. He turned around and walked right into something. She was looking down and ran into his chest. When he looked down, he saw a big brown mark on her white blouse. His hands had circled her arms on instinct and he looked down at her. She had worn her hair all down today, and he realized it was the first time he had seen it that way.
“Excuse me. I’m sorry. I was using your bathroom so that I could clean up the stain from the coffee I spilled on my shirt. I didn’t think you would be in since it’s so late. I was about to leave.”
“Well, you thought wrong.” He watched her eyes flash in anger, and couldn’t help but look down. The top few buttons were undone on her shirt to show him the white lace of her bra and the swell of her breasts. He groaned. He couldn’t help it.
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