by Sophie Stern
“I absolutely did,” I tell her. “In his office, nonetheless.”
“But, but, but,” she keeps trying to get a sentence out, but she can’t seem to do it.
“But what?”
“But what about August? I thought you really liked him! And seriously, Charlie, Tim? He’s so…” She scrunches up her nose and looks for the right words before finally spitting out one that precisely describes him: “Mousey.”
“I didn’t fuck Tim.”
“But-“
“I fucked August, Anna. I quit my job at SVCC today and went to work for August full-time. For real.”
“Holy shit!” Anna jumps up now and does a weird little dance only she could manage to get away with. Finally, she calms down enough to ask me, “How do you feel about it?”
“I feel pretty damn fantastic.”
“You guys haven’t known each other very long.”
“I know. It’s been kind of crazy, really, but it’s so perfect with him, Anna. So perfect. Everything just feels right. I feel like I can just be me and that’s good enough for him. It’s incredible, really.”
“Aw. I’m so happy for you.” Anna tucks herself back onto the couch and pulls a blanket over her lap. Suddenly, she looks completely and totally exhausted.
“Where’s Colby?” I ask, realizing I haven’t seen him since I got in.
“Napping in my bed,” she says. “The poor thing was up all night taking care of me. It’s a wonder he didn’t crash sooner.”
I nod, realizing that I’ll need to be quiet so Colby can rest. No hardcore cleaning tonight for me. The apartment, as I suspected, is completely trashed, but cleaning can wait.
“I’m going to go start on some work,” I tell her. “I’ll be quiet, okay?”
“Thanks, Char. Best to let him sleep as much as possible.”
“Need anything before I disappear?”
“Just the 4-1-1 on August’s cock.”
“What about it?”
“Was it big?”
“Yes.”
“Bigger than Bryson Montgomery’s?”
“Definitely bigger than Bryson Montgomery’s.”
“Wow…”
With the confirmation that August was, in fact, better hung than Anna’s favorite porn star, I head back into the study room to start conquering some work. August and I managed to get a little bit done before leaving the office today, though not nearly as much as I would have liked. Somehow having crazy, random sex in your boss’ office tends to wear you out.
I make a mental note not to let it happen again, at least not at the office. Then again, where’s the fun in that? I liked how fast and hard August took me. I liked that he didn’t make me jump through a bunch of hoops or meet a bunch of emotional milestones. I liked that we could just be adults about this. I liked that we both did something fun that we’re obviously both good at. I loved everything about it.
I slide my flash drive into my computer and open up the first file. It’s time for me to start coming up with a marketing plan for the social media side of Strongdelt Robotics. If this company is going to succeed in beating its competitors – and it absolutely is – then I have to get started, like, yesterday on figuring out the perfect plan.
Trying to push the image of August’s toned abs out of my mind, I start typing away at the computer. I might not be the best at knowing how to manage a relationship, how to be an amazing girlfriend, or what it takes to make men melt before me, but damn if I’m not going to be the best thing that ever happened to the online portion of Strongdelt Robotics.
19
Working with August turns out to be much more comfortable than I originally anticipated it would be. The two of us manage to find a natural sync, a way of making our time together count for everything it’s worth. I arrive at work promptly at 9am and always stop by his office to say “Hi” before making my way to my own. The office August assigned me is just down the hall from his, which makes consulting with him on minor changes or website adjustments incredibly easy.
“What do you think about holding a Rafflecopter contest?” I ask him, peering my head into his office one afternoon. We’ve been working together for a few days down and he seems to be getting used to my random questions.
“What’s a Rafflecopter?” He doesn’t even look up from his stack of paperwork.
“It’s just a really easy way of holding a contest to get more social media followers. You give away a prize and people complete little tasks to earn more entries. They can follow you on Twitter, Visit your Facebook page, and so on.”
“Do you think it’s worth the expense?”
“It’s free. You just have to pay for whatever prize you pick.”
August raises an eyebrow. “Something useful that also happens to be free? Oh, darling, you’re simply too good to be true.”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then.”
“Take it as a ‘hell, yes.’”
I start to leave to get everything set up, but he stops me.
“Charlotte, wait a moment.”
“Yes, August?” I peer back into his office, trying not to grin. Part of me hopes he’s going to call me inside, bend me over his desk again, and fuck me hard. Part of hopes he’s going to let me climb onto his lap and writhe against him in that suit. All of me knows that I’m probably dreaming.
Nothing is going to happen today. Though we both had a moment of weakness on my first day, August has been all business since then with only a minimal amount of flirting. If it wasn’t for the texting we’d been doing, I almost would have thought I dreamt the whole thing up.
“Would you have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t need to think about it?”
“With you, August, I never have to think about it. I’d love to have dinner with you.”
“Shall I pick you up?”
“I’ll probably just get ready here,” I tell him. Though I only live 20 minutes away, I don’t really feel like driving back to Southvale just to rush back to Pinebluff, especially not for a nice dinner.
He smiles knowingly at me. “Maybe you should start thinking about finding a place here since you’ll be working here.”
“Oh, I couldn’t do that to Anna,” I start to say, but then I realize that Anna probably wouldn’t care. She’s loved having Colby home all week and the two of them have been thinking about buying a house together. Maybe they’d prefer to just rent a place together now. I honestly haven’t even thought about it.
“Think about it,” he says gently. “And in the meantime, you’re more than welcome to get ready at my place.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? No arguments?” He seems surprised that I was so quick to agree to get ready at his place. The truth is that I’d much rather spend the early evening hanging out with August than sitting around primping myself. It’s not going to take that long for me to get ready, and I’d love the distraction of having him around me.
“No arguments, Mr. Mason. Tomorrow night we go on a date.”
“A good one.”
“The best one.”
I waltz out of his office, feeling like I’m floating on a cloud. I wonder what we’re going to do and where we’re going to go. I wonder what the hell I’m going to wear. He’s seen my best dresses. Maybe it’s time to go buy a new one. Scratch that. He’s not going to care for a second what I’m wearing. He’ll only care that we’re there, together.
20
I meet August at his house after work the next day. Hauling in my bag of toiletries and beautification products, I make myself comfortable in the guest room. It doesn’t take me long to look fantastic in a dark blue gown with matching earrings. I pile my blue-and-black hair on top of my head, dab on a bit of makeup, and head downstairs to meet him.
“Wow,” he says as I make my way into the living room. He’s playing on his phone on the couch, waiting patiently.
“Wow, yourself,” I comment, eyeing his p
erfect suit. Part of me can’t believe just how fantastic he actually looks tonight. I wonder where he’s going to take me.
“Maybe we should just stay in,” he stands and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. I can smell the faintest hint of cologne, but it makes my knees go weak. Only August demands this reaction from my body. Only he can make me feel so damn alive.
“Hey now,” I kiss him softly. “You promised me a night out.”
“I promised you a date,” he kisses me harder. Then his hands find their way to the small of my back, and I’m gone. I’m done for. This man is going to be the death of me. My hands roam up to his hair, not caring if it I muss it up before we go out. It’s better this way. Now any girl who even looks twice at him will know that he’s marked, that he’s mine.
His tongue probes my mouth, begging me to melt into him, and I happily oblige. Every inch of me feels alive with passion. Every bit of me is excited. Every bit of me wonders what’s going to happen next, what we’re going to do, how he’s going to take me.
He reaches up and gently pushes the straps down on my dress. He gives it a soft tug until the gown falls to my waist, revealing my breasts. August doesn’t waste time admiring or oogling me. Instead, his tongue finds my nipples and he licks one, then the other. I let out a moan, but it only eggs him on. Soon he’s nipping at me, biting me, sucking me, reminding me exactly what kind of naughty girl I really am.
“What about dinner?” I manage to get out, but now his hands are up my dress and pushing my panties aside, making way for August to slide a finger inside of me.
“You’re wet,” he says, still teasing my nipples. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to go out with you in this sort of condition.”
“What do you suggest we do about my condition?” I lean in closer, wrapping my hands around his neck, and pull him in to my breasts. He growls and tugs on a nipple, forcing me to melt deeper into him. I’m even more wet now. My juices are sliding down his fingers, dripping on his hands, erasing any notions we had of leaving his house tonight.
Tired of waiting, August strips the rest of my dress off and tosses it aside. Now I’m standing naked in front of him, and he’s wearing a suit. Him and those damn suits.
“Let’s get this off of you,” I murmur, sliding his jacket off. I climb onto his lap as I take off his tie and slowly start to unbutton his shirt. It’s painfully slow, especially with his finger still inside me. I can feel him hard beneath me. If I thought he was turned on before, now I’m positively certain. You can’t fake rock hard, not like this you can’t.
August grabs my hips and holds me as I rock against him, grinding down onto his cock.
“Baby,” he moans, kissing me again, taking what’s his. “What are you doing to me?”
“Exactly what you want. Exactly what you need.”
He hisses, biting my neck gently. The motion sends a shiver down my spine and a shot of electricity throughout my entire body. I’m his. If there was ever any doubt, it vanishes in this moment between us. If there was ever a time when I wasn’t completely sure about this thing, it’s gone. I’m totally, completely, and absolutely his.
Inside and out.
“I can’t wait until after dinner,” I tell him, sliding to my knees in front of him and tugging on his belt. “Let me taste you?”
It’s a request and a need all rolled into one.
I’ve been thinking about his dick all day. Hell, I’ve been thinking about it all week. We haven’t fucked since the time in his office. There’s never enough time. Now, though, now we have all the time in the world.
And I plan to take every second I need.
He wiggles out of his pants easily, tossing them in the pile with my dress, and I smile appreciatively at what he has to offer. Granted, I haven’t seen a lot of dicks, but I definitely like August’s the best. It’s long and thick: I’d guess 7 inches at least. And it’s mine, at least for tonight.
Gripping the base, I slide my tongue over the edge of his cock. He closes his eyes and moans as I start to lick and suck my way down, trying to take him all in. I almost can, but not quite.
I’ll try until I choke.
I grip his balls with one hand as I use the other to grip his base. Licking the shaft, I can’t help but tingle as I finally taste him. He’s sweet and musky at the same time: all man. His tip glistens with pre-cum, letting me know that he likes what I’m doing.
No, that he craves what I’m doing.
“Take it all, baby,” he offers himself to me, and I greedily accept, trying my best to take him down my throat. I take my hand from his balls and instead start fingering myself as I slowly let him fuck my face. Who knew giving head could be this exciting? I feel like I’ve been waiting years to feel this man take me like this, and now it’s my moment. Every inch of me needs him. Every inch of me wants every inch of him.
August goes slowly at first, easing himself in and out of my mouth before he picks up the pace, gradually going faster, pushing me to keep up with him. He groans as he slides faster and faster. All I know is that this date is already starting off better than I hoped it would. I open my mouth wider. He goes deeper, taking me to a place I’ve never been, pushing my innermost limits.
I feel his body tensing. He slows, gripping my hair in his hands.
“I’m about to cum, baby.” This is my chance to ask for something else. This is where I can beg him to cum on my tits or climb onto his dick. This is that moment. This is my out.
But I don’t take it.
Instead, I slide him back inside me so I can feel his release all at once. He thrusts forward into me, groaning as he explodes inside of me, his dick throbbing. His juices slide down my throat, filling me up, marking me from the inside out. I’m his.
There was never any doubt, but I’m his.
21
The restaurant is beautiful and the service is fantastic. August and I talk about everything and nothing until the server brings our dessert: a mountain of chocolate I don’t think we’re ever going to be able to finish. Somehow, we make it happen and find ourselves back at his place.
Alone.
In the dark.
We’re kissing in the living room where just hours before, I let him cum in my mouth. He cups my face, kissing me slowly, reminding me exactly why I like him so damn much, reminding me exactly why I need his touch.
There have been so many things in my life that have gone horribly wrong, so many things that just haven’t made sense. I feel like August is the one good thing I can depend on. He’s the one thing I have when everything else fails me.
In this moment, wrapped up in his arms in the darkness of his mansion, I’m no longer the sad, lonely girl whose mother was sick. I’m no longer Anna’s responsible older sister. I’m no longer the graphic artist, the web designer, the computer nerd. I’m just me. I’m just Charlotte. I’m just the girl that August is falling for one kiss at a time.
“Upstairs,” I murmur, pulling him out of the room and up to his bedroom. We make our way into his bed, fumbling with our clothes until we collapse in a pile of nakedness on his bed. Neither one of us bothers worrying about turning on the lights or pulling back the blankets. Our hands do all the talking as we start to make love on his bed.
This is only the second time we’ve been together, and it’s much slower and more deliberate than the time in his office. Now there is no rush, nowhere to be, no one to impress but each other. Now all we have is time.
August’s body molds perfectly into mine as he positions himself behind me on the bed. Taking me from behind, he slides into me painfully slowly.
“More,” I beg, thrusting backwards to him. I practically feel him smiling at me in the dark. I know he’s enjoying the teasing, the begging. I know he’s enjoying making me wait for this.
The truth is that I’m enjoying it, too. Most of the time, a guy fucks you hard and fast because if he takes any longer, you’ll realize how unskilled he is in bed. Most of the time, a guy fucks you and leaves b
ecause it’s all he knows how to do. Taking his time means that August shows me exactly what kind of a man he is.
Each inch of his dick glides into my aching pussy.
I’m dripping for him.
I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, needier than I thought possible.
I ask for more. I ask for faster. I ask for a million things all at once and he responds by cupping a hand over my mouth and thrusting harder than I thought possible, making a scream escape my lips. He catches it in his hand and my voice comes out muffled and needy.
His other hand finds its way to my clit and rubs slightly, giving me just a pinch of pressure, but it’s enough to push me over the edge in seconds. I almost collapse on the bed as waves of pleasure overtake me, but August grips my hips and thrusts harder into me, giving himself over to what we’re both feeling. As my orgasm fades into a peaceful calm, he gets his own release and murmurs my name as he comes.
I roll over and curl up next to him, feeling spent, but content. All I want to do is fall asleep wrapped in his arms, reveling in this moment.
To my surprise, he snuggles against me for only a moment before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
“Shower before bed?” He asks.
I nod, deciding it can’t hurt, and follow his lead.
22
We finish washing and leave the bathroom. I resist the urge to draw a smiley face in the steam-covered mirror, instead choosing to jump right into his bed and slip beneath the blankets. I melt into the mattress, letting myself feel the warmth and comfort of his satin sheets.
This is the life for me.
August doesn’t join me in the bed. Instead, he smiles and starts to gather my things.
“I have to be up early tomorrow,” he comments. “So let’s get you into the guest room. I think you’ll be more comfortable there.”
Um, yeah. I don’t think so.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused.
“What do you mean?”
“Why can’t I just sleep with you?”