by Sam Crescent
“I thought you liked Lorna?”
“I do. I don’t want to lose you, honey. Lidia keeps asking about you. I know I shouldn’t say that, but I’m so proud of you, and everything that you have accomplished in the past years. I had hoped that you would consider signing a fifty-year contract to keep you employed here.”
She burst out laughing. “You’re a really nice boss. I love working here, but fifty-year contracts, I don’t know if they can even work.”
“Well, Lidia wanted me to do the fifty-year contract. I would be more than willing to invest in you going to law school if you wanted.”
She thought about what Rex had said last night. “We both know that being a lawyer is not for me. I’m happy being the assistant. I’d be a horrible lawyer.”
“The offer is still there. Let me know if you change your mind.”
“I will.”
She stood, and hated that she was lying to him. I’ve slept with Rex, and I loved every second of it.
“I’m going to head back.”
“If Rex bothers you, you’ll come to me. I will handle him.”
“I will, sir.”
Leaving his office, she saw Lorna making her way toward the door.
“Morning,” Nora said.
“Hey you.” Lorna stopped and looked at her.
“What is it?”
“There’s something different about you?”
“I’ve probably put on more weight.” She bit her lip, staring down at her clothes. Her weight had been the same for the past few years.
“No, and you’re beautiful. There’s … a glow. You just look a little different.”
“Well, nothing has changed.” I’ve fucked my boss. I’m no longer a virgin! “I better be getting back.”
She tucked some of her hair behind her ear and made her way back down toward Rex’s floor. No one else stopped her, and for that she was grateful. She wore a deep blue dress with a white shirt beneath it. He had asked her to wear a pair of black heels that he had found in her closet, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Rex had simply dressed her this morning, and he had even brushed her hair. His attention had been a little strange.
She was at her desk when she saw a little note from Rex telling her he wanted her inside his office.
Her heart started to pound, and she bit her lip. Even as she was nervous, her body began to burn, wanting his touch.
It could be something completely unrelated to sex.
You want it.
Shut up.
One day of having sex, not even a full day, and already her mind was on sex. This was why she’d avoided it.
No, you avoided it because no one had ever gotten you hot enough.
Rex is not hot.
Yes, he is.
He’s older.
And more experienced.
Moving toward his office, she glanced in to find him on the phone. He ushered her inside, and he didn’t ask for her to close the door.
Taking a seat, she waited.
“Okay, thanks for that, Richmond,” he said, and put the phone down.
“Was any of the research I gave helpful?” she asked.
“It was actually. Also, the bank trail you did, locating accounts, I’ve been able to nail that Mrs. Richmond is not as squeaky clean as she would like to make out.”
“How do you mean?”
“The accounts with all of the hotel rooms, and certain escort services is the card he gave to her. He had nothing to do with that card. So, I need Mrs. Richmond in here so that I can talk to her, if that is okay.”
“Yeah, I can do that. I have a contact for her.” She went to stand up.
“How are you?” Rex asked.
“I’m fine.” She moved toward he door.
“Close the door, and sit down.”
Following his instruction, she closed the door, and moved back to her seat.
“Are you sore?”
Her cheeks heated. “Yes.”
“How was your appointment with Frank?”
“How did you know about that?”
“I know everything, Nora.”
“Arleen?”
“You got it. She likes me, and I like her. This is a mutual friendship.”
Nora sighed. “He’s happy that I’m not leaving, and he knows that I still am looking for a job elsewhere.”
“But he is happy you’re staying here.”
She nodded. “Yes. I’m not going anywhere yet.” She chuckled. “He wanted to extend my contract for fifty years.”
“Do you have a contract?”
Nora shook her head. “I did for the first five years, and now I just have a standard salary, with the right to leave at any time.”
“I must do something about you wanting to stay.”
“Was there anything else?” she asked, not wanting to admit to the temptation he presented.
“Yeah, there was. Come here.”
She stood and moved toward the desk. He leaned back in his chair. Both of his hands were resting on the arms of the chair.
“Rest your ass on the desk, and open your legs.”
“Rex?”
“Anytime. Anywhere.”
She was already wet, and she hated how easily she succumbed to the heat of his body.
Her cheeks were on fire, and yet she wanted this even though there was a risk anyone could step in.
“Lift your dress.”
“Rex?”
“I wouldn’t do anything to ruin your reputation. You’ve got to learn to trust me.”
“You’ve not actually given me much reason to trust you.”
“Then let me earn it.”
She took a deep breath. There was no point denying what she wanted. She wanted his touch as much as he did.
Gripping the edge of her dress, she lifted it up, showing her bare pussy without any panties either.
Opening her thighs, she watched him and waited.
“I’ve been thinking about this sweet pussy all morning.” He moved so that he was close to the desk, and his other hand brushed across the top of her thigh. She closed her eyes, loving the touch of his skin against hers.
Up he went, the tips of his fingers creating a wave of heat that was out of this world, and made her melt for more.
The moment he touched her pussy, it took every ounce of control she possessed not to voice her need.
“Baby, you want this as much as I do.”
She whimpered as he moved a finger from her clit to thrust into her pussy.
“Tonight, I want you to ride my cock. You’ll be coming home with me.”
“Rex,” she said, gasping his name.
“Don’t argue with me. We both know it’s what we want, and I’m going to fuck you all night long, and I may even play with that pretty ass of yours.”
Two fingers thrust inside her pussy and his thumb teased her clit. She held onto her dress, and then dropped it, realizing she would crease it if she wasn’t careful.
“Read this,” he said, handing her a piece of paper.
What the hell?
She froze as his office door opened.
“Hey, Rex, you got a minute?” Carl asked.
“I will but I’m just sorting through some things here with Nora.” He didn’t once stop his teasing as he spoke to Carl, and she was struggling to focus on anything. She was so close to coming, and the way he was teasing her it was so amazing.
The door closed, and Rex removed his hand.
She was in shock as he licked his fingers, and moaned. “You taste so good.”
“You stopped.”
“Yeah, I want you to think about what is going to happen next, and it will only occur if you come to my place tonight.” He stood up. “I’ll go and see what Carl wants.”
Her heart was racing, and she was so damn aroused that it wasn’t even funny.
“Don’t play with your pussy either. That is my job.” He left his office, and she glanced down at the piece of pap
er on her hands.
Carl’s coming, and you’re not going to be. Blame him, I’d have gladly licked your pussy at my desk for lunch. Your pussy is far tastier than a turkey on rye.
She couldn’t help but smile.
He was a strange man.
A good strange.
Glancing at the clock, she saw it was getting close to lunchtime. They still had a long time to go. The afternoon was going to be torture.
****
The moment he touched Nora, he had every intention of bringing her to orgasm. Rex didn’t like Carl, had never liked the fucker. In fact, when Carl joined the practice and had a winning streak he had been a very bad winner, constantly rubbing his victories in everyone’s face. Rex had hated him from the get go. Helping him now was his way of helping out karma.
“Did you help Carl?” Nora asked.
She sat in his car, looking all around the parking lot in case anyone spotted them.
“You can stop freaking out. No one is going to say anything.”
“You don’t know that. I’m in your car.”
“Just tell them yours broke down, and I’m driving you home. No big deal.” He tapped the steering wheel smiling as Carl noticed them. Rex couldn’t resist giving him a wave. “If Frank had any sense, he would fire him.”
“He’s just having a bad streak.”
“You know he wanted to do a competition right?”
“A competition?”
“Yeah, he was at the company for like ten months and he’d lost no cases. He’d gotten nothing but wins, and he wanted to implement a chart of losers and winners.”
“How crass.”
“Yep, and believe me, I wasn’t up to it.”
“Why not?”
“This is not about being winners and losers, Nora. I know when I decided to be a lawyer, I would win some and lose some.”
“That didn’t bother you?”
“Of course it did. I wanted to win every single case I was involved in. The thing is, some cases I should have won, I lost, and other cases I won, I should have lost. I’m an asshole. I know that, but I’m dealing with people’s lives here. Even Richmond. He shouldn’t be getting away scot free, I get that. He couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, and now his wife is after every last cent. Now, his first wife, she got a good chunk of his money, but if you ask me, she deserved it. For years she dealt with his cheating and all of his shit. Gave him a couple of kids, a loving home, and he screwed her over time and time again. The current Mrs. Richmond is a money-grabbing whore. I’ve met her a couple of times, and I would bet neither of them have been faithful.”
“I couldn’t imagine that.”
“What?”
“Marrying someone for money, or not loving them enough to make it work.”
“You believe in love?” he asked.
She sighed, and he chanced a look toward her. “I don’t know what I believe to be honest. I know what I’ve seen, and what I know to be out there. It’s just hard, you know? I want things to be like they are in books. You meet someone, and you hit it off. There’s love, and friendship, and this blissful peace, and scalding attraction. You never have to worry if he or she is looking the other way.”
“It’s an ideal world, right.”
“Yeah, ideal but not the reality.” She leaned up against the window. “So what is your story then?”
“My story?”
“Yeah. I don’t really know what your deal is. You work hard, and I know you played harder. Women were always visiting the office, and you had a different woman every chance you got. Is there a Mrs. Donovan in your past?”
“Nope. Never been married. Don’t want to be either. There was one woman. I thought she was the one. It turned out she wasn’t much in for monogamy either.”
“Do you think if you had found someone who wanted to settle down, you would have?” she asked.
“You’re asking a lot of questions.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Rex kept his gaze on the road as he navigated through it. “Yes, I would have.”
“You’d have settled down.”
“I’d have settled down. No mistresses, no whores. I’d have had the picket fence, the ten bedrooms filled with childish laughter. I would have had a family. Instead I never got that, so I will have to settle at being good at my job, and deflowering my very own PA.”
“I’m not the first PA you’ve deflowered.”
“You’re the first virgin I’ve ever had. My very first deflowering.”
He lived in a penthouse suite, and he parked in the underground parking.
“Do you ever wish it could be different?” she asked.
Rex thought about Nora. He thought about her pregnant with his kid, and coming home to her.
It was then that he realized if he had Nora to come home to, a family and her baking and cooking, he would love going home.
“Yeah, I wish it was different. I wish for a lot of different things.”
He climbed out of the car, heading to the trunk to take out his briefcase and her bag. Together, they walked toward the elevator.
“What about you?” he asked. “Family, love, relationships?”
“I would love to be married. I know, every woman wants to be married. For as long as I could remember I wanted to be a mother and a wife. I love cooking and baking. Speaking of, seeing as we have this arrangement and all, I thought I should tell you that all the times you made me go to the bakery down the road. I really didn’t.”
“You didn’t?”
“No. I waited thirty minutes, and brought you one of the things I’d made on the day.”
“You little minx,” he said.
“I wasn’t going to go to a place I didn’t know and get you something that may not be as nice. You have to admit, it was good, wasn’t it?” she asked.
“Yes, it was. So you want to have the fairytale.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Did?”
“I know it’s not possible anymore. That it is all that, a made-up fairy tale. The world is not full of princes waiting to claim their princesses. In fact, a lot of princes like many different princesses, and some of them younger, some older.” She shrugged. “I’ve come to realize that as we all grow up it’s not so much that the magic dies, reality sets in. The cold harsh truth that we have been lied to for years.”
Rex paused, seeing her reflection. “Wow, that is really depressing.”
“Seeing the number of divorces coming through our office. I thought you would agree with me.”
“I do. I’ve seen it all firsthand, and dealt with a lot of it, but you have to admit, there are romances in the world. They are just not the kind that people read about.”
The elevator opened up, and he took her hand, leading her down to his room.
“So you do believe in romance?” she asked.
Rex thought about it. Glancing at Nora, he knew it did. “Yeah, I do. I think anything is possible if you’re willing to give it a shot.”
He closed the door behind her, and flicked on the light. “Welcome to my place.” He loved his penthouse apartment. No one could get to him up here, and he was able to spend hours overlooking the city.
“Wow, this is really high up.” She moved toward the floor to ceiling mirrors. “I’m not really big on heights, so I am stepping away now.”
He chuckled, and moved up behind her. “It’s fine. I wouldn’t let you fall.”
“I don’t think you’d be able to stop it if I did.”
Pressing a kiss to her neck, he stared at their reflections in the window. Moving her hair out of the way, he nibbled her neck at the same time as he pulled up her dress, showing off her shaved and bare pussy.
“Rex?”
“It’s fine. No one will see us up here.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do, and besides, I want to touch you. This is all mine, remember.”
He slid his fingers through her slit, finding her wet for h
im.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No. Please don’t stop.”
“Did you struggle this afternoon? Did you want my cock?”
“Yes, I wanted your cock. I wanted you so much.”
Rex pulled away from her, and spun her around. “On your knees.”
She hesitated a second, and then sank to her knees.
Opening the belt of his pants, he stared into her eyes, knowing what he wanted. Pushing his pants down, he pulled his cock from his boxer briefs, running his hand up and down the length. The tip leaked pre-cum, and he smeared it all over his shaft. “Stick your tongue out.”
She pushed her tongue out of her mouth, and moved closer. Running the tip over her tongue, he watched as she opened her mouth, and he slid inside until he hit the back of her throat.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want some more?”
She nodded, opening her mouth for more of him. He slid his cock inside her mouth watching as she took more of him.
Holding his hand out for hers, he wrapped her fingers around the length of his cock, and showed her exactly what he liked, how fast he wanted to go, how tight.
When she finally grasped it, he removed his hands, and gave her free rein to do whatever she wanted with his body.
He wrapped his fingers around her hair, and guided her. She gagged when he hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop, working over his length until her saliva coated his dick.
Rex had thought about this so many times, and wanted her lips on his dick so often. He had even fucked his hand many nights thinking of this moment.
This was by far better than anything his imagination could produce.
“Oh, fuck, babe, I’m going to come.” He stared down into her eyes as she kept on sucking his dick. “If you don’t want me to blow in your mouth you’re going to have to stop.”
She didn’t stop, and he groaned as his orgasm rushed through him, spilling his cum into her mouth, and she swallowed every single drop.
Chapter Seven
“What are you doing for Christmas?” Rex asked.
Nora pushed some of her hair out of the way, and turned toward him. “Christmas?”