“Gentlemen, will you excuse me for a minute?”
I walk over to a quiet corner, and take the time to fully appreciate the magnificence before I dial her number. The hickeys I left on her look even better in the daylight.
“Good morning,” she answers in a sultry tone.
“What are you trying to do to me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sitting in a meeting discussing millions of dollars, and now all I can think of is ‘the twins’ as you put it.”
She giggles. “You should have known better than to be reading personal messages during a business meeting.”
She has a point. “I guess you’re right.”
“Well, I’ll let you get back to your meeting, sir.”
Sir? It’s a title I hear all day, every day, but it’s never sounded so sexy before.
“Make sure you call me that later.”
**Kelly**
I haven’t been able to concentrate all day. Half the time, my mind drifts to last night, the other half, I’m wondering what he has in store for ‘later’. When lunchtime rolls around, I happily head to the break room so I can daydream in peace. That’s exactly what I’m doing when Jimmy interrupts me.
“I wonder who’s put that look on your face?”
“Hey, Jimmy.”
“Don’t tell me someone’s stolen you away from me?” he asks as he takes the seat across from me.
“We would have to be together for someone to steal me away.”
He places his hand over his heart in jest. “You wound me, Kelly baby. Who’s the extremely lucky man?”
“I didn’t say there was a man. You’re assuming.” Rick’s phone vibrates in my purse, and I start to get antsy. “Excuse me, Jimmy.”
“Okay, pretty lady.”
He just never gives up. Picking up my purse, I rush to the bathroom, where I lock myself in a stall and read Rick’s message.
Rick: What are you doing?
Kelly: I was having lunch…what are you doing?
Rick: Sitting in a meeting…stocks and bonds and such. All very boring.
Kelly: Tsk tsk, mister. Focus!
Rick: I am focused…just not on stocks and bonds.
Kelly: I don’t know…they can be very entertaining. I’ll show you later ;)
He doesn’t reply so I head back to my desk. Before I dive back into my work, I receive a text from a strange number.
2123000000: I know.
I read it with furrowed brows. Is this about me and Rick? No. It can’t be. It has to be a wrong number because it doesn’t even look valid. I shake it off, and wake up my computer.
“Kelly, honey?” Walter cracks open his office door, sticking his head through the space.
“Yes, Walter?”
“Do me a favor, will you? I wanna take the Mrs. somewhere fancy tomorrow night. It’s her birthday. Can you take care of that for me?”
“Sure. I’ll see what I can do.”
How sweet…to be that age and still so in love. Luckily, I have a friend who manages a fine dining restaurant. Hopefully she can get me something on such short notice. I pick up the phone and dial her number.
“Debbie Morgan,” she answers in a curt voice.
“Hey, Debbie. It’s Kelly.”
“Hey, girl. What’s up?”
“It’s my boss…wife’s birthday tomorrow. Can you help me?”
“Let me see.”
I listen to the sounds as Debbie taps away on her keyboard.
“You’re in luck, Black. I’ve got an opening at eight-thirty.”
“I’ll take it. Name’s Walter Banks.”
“Got it.”
“Thanks, Debs!”
“No prob. We should have drinks this weekend.”
“Definitely. I’ll call you.”
“See ya.”
After hanging up with her, I inform Walter of his reservation. He’s one happy camper.
“You’re an angel, Kelly!”
“I know.” I give him a bright smile. “What are you ever going to do without me?”
“Fall apart, that’s what.”
“You’ll be fine. Is there anything else?”
“Not right now.”
The rest of the day is pretty quiet. Rick, too. I don’t hear from him until Rosa and I are on our way out of the building. I’m itching to pull out the phone, but I have to wait until I’m in the car. I can’t deal with Rosa’s questions.
“Are you going to tell me who this guy is yet?” she asks.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“He works here,” I answer. I have to give her something or she won’t leave me alone.
“So? There are no rules against that. Believe me, I’ve checked.”
“I know. I just want to see where this is going first.”
“And you can’t tell me?”
“He asked me not to say anything.”
“Yeah…but me?” she asks again.
“I promise I’ll tell you everything soon, Rosa. Just trust me. Please.”
“Okay,” she agrees reluctantly. “He better look like Henry Cavill. Shit.”
I laugh, throwing my head back. “Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.”
We part ways and I hop into my car, digging the phone out of my purse to read Rick’s text. It’s an address.
Rick: I’ll meet you there. I have a few more meetings. Someone will be there to let you in.
Kelly: Ok…see you later.
I start the car, unable to contain my excitement as I make plans. I just need to make a stop before heading home.
**Rick**
Sitting in the last meeting of the day, I wonder when it will end. Wasn’t it just a few days ago that these conversations excited me? Kelly is to be blamed. When had a woman ever been more exciting than my work? Never.
“Rick?”
Warily, I turn to the man who called my name.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “You seem a little distant.”
“I’m fine. Are we done here?”
“I guess we are. I’ll call you tomorrow to finalize everything.”
“Very well.” I nod. “Goodnight gentlemen.”
As they file out of the office, I pick up my jacket, and follow them out. I contemplate going straight to the condo to meet her, but decide to go home and shower first. I bought the small condo a few years ago but never used it. I set things in motion this morning, making a few calls to get the place in order. It had to be cleaned and furnished. If Kelly wasn’t so bent on being discreet, I would be taking her home to my place on Park Avenue. God, I hope I was right and she’s worth all this trouble.
After a shower and shave, I dress in a white T-shirt and black jeans. In the living room, I find Charles waiting for me.
“Miss Black is awaiting your arrival, sir.”
“Thank you, Charles.”
“If I may say, sir, she is a lovely young woman.”
I’m a little taken aback by his statement. Charles has never commented on any of my previous women, and he’s been with me for five years. I chuckle and shake my head. The little vixen has worked her magic on him also.
“She’s got you, too, huh?”
“You’ve made an excellent choice, sir.”
“As opposed to all the horrible ones I made previously?”
“There were quite a few, sir.”
I chuckle again. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. “Right you are, Charles. Let’s go.”
He drops me off at the condo, and I make my way up to the woman waiting for me. When I walk in, I take a look around. Not bad for a few hours work. Approaching the bedroom, I hear the sound of the TV.
“Kelly?” I call at the door.
She either mutes the TV or turns it off, but she doesn’t answer. Cautiously, I push the door and step in. The sight that greets me sends my heart racing, and all the blood in my body pools in my cock. She’s standing at the edge of the bed, wearing the shortest skirt
I’ve ever seen. Her shirt is tied below her breasts, and the top buttons are undone. As she walks toward me, I note the lace garter holding up her stockings, and the stilettos that add a few inches to her height. Her hair is down, flowing down her back, and framing her beautiful face. Fuck. The vision before me leaves me rooted to the spot.
**Kelly**
I knew the ‘sexy secretary’ outfit would be perfect. He’s absolutely mesmerized. Slowly, I make my way over to him. The closer I get, the stronger his scent becomes. God, even his scent arouses me.
“Good evening, sir. I trust you had a good day?”
“Um…not really.” His eyes scan my body, stopping briefly at my breasts, before he meets my gaze. “It was quite uneventful.”
“Poor thing.” I bat my lashes. “Is there anything I can do make it better, sir?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
“Well, I did say I would show you how fun stocks and bonds can be.” Reaching behind me, I pull out the handcuffs I have tucked into my skirt, and then take his hand and lead him to the bed. As he sits on the edge, I place my foot on the bed between his legs.
“Now, which one do you want to explore first, the stocks…” I gently trail my fingers along my stockinged leg, and then twirl the handcuffs around my finger. “Or the bonds?”
**Rick**
“You’re not planning on using those on me are you?” I ask with a raised brow.
There’s no way she’s going to use them on me. When have I ever given a woman that much control over me? Never. She places her foot back on the floor, and steps between my legs. I take a deep breath, and her scent fills my nostrils. It’s sweet, not strong, but still so overpowering. She loosely drapes her arms around my shoulders and leans forward, her bosom a whisper away from my face.
“Just relax, sir.” She places a soft kiss on my lips, then continues, punctuating each word with a kiss, “I’m gonna take…good…care…of…you.”
My mind goes blank. I watch, entranced, as she kneels before me. While she works on the laces of my sneakers, my eyes remain glued to her breasts, barely contained in her shirt. After removing my shoes, she tosses them aside, and smiles up at me. Her golden eyes are alight with mischief. What is she up to? She reaches for my belt, biting her lip. Staring up at me the way she is, she’s the most seductive woman I’ve encountered in my life. Christ! I don’t know how much of this I can handle. When she unbuttons my jeans and reaches inside, my entire body jumps at her gentle touch. She pulls my cock free, and drops her gaze. Leaning back on my palms, I feel a sense of pride as she stares down at it.
“I think…” she says as she wraps her fingers around my cock, “that I will call him ‘Sir’.”
I raise my hips, allowing her to remove my jeans and boxers when she sticks her fingers into my waistband. Rising to her feet, she trails her fingers down my thigh.
“I think I’m overdressed. Don’t you?”
“Definitely,” I agree.
She motions to her top. “Take it off.”
I reach for the knot below her breasts. Why are my hands shaking? Get it together, McAllister! I need to regain control of the situation. Fast. Placing her finger under my chin, she tips my face up toward her.
“Relax,” she says in a soft voice.
At an excruciating pace, she removes her top, and drops it at her feet. She takes my hand, using it to trace the outline of her cleavage. In the same soft voice, she continues, “You don’t always have to be in control.”
She’s perceptive. How does she always know what I’m thinking? With furrowed brows, I watch as she gracefully falls to her knees, and wraps her small hands around my cock. As she strokes me up and down, I close my eyes and lean back once more.
“Look at me,” she urges.
I comply, meeting her gaze. The expression in her eyes is different from the one she had last night. This one is soft, welcoming, filled with…love? No, it can’t be. Before I can analyze it further, she leans forward and licks the head of my cock. I draw in a sharp breath as she closes her mouth around me, swirling her tongue on the tip. I bury my hand in her hair and moan as she works me into her mouth, inch by inch. When I hit the back of her throat, I fist my hand in her hair.
“Fuck!”
She moves with a new purpose, bobbing on my cock, sucking, and licking. I have to fight to keep from coming in her mouth. Her hair falls across her face, obscuring my view, so I catch it, holding it in a ponytail on top of her head.
“You’re very talented, Miss Black.”
I don’t want to think about how she acquired her skills. What the fuck? I clench my jaw. What is this feeling? Jealousy? It couldn’t be. Why would I be jealous? When have I ever been jealous of a woman? Never. That’s it. Time to show her who’s in control.
“Enough.”
**Kelly**
With his dick still in my mouth, I stare up at him in confusion. He just told me how talented I am so I know he’s not stopping me because he doesn’t like it. Slowly, I let him slip from my mouth. I wonder if he’s a sexual dominant. He seems to be bent on control. No. He would have told me, wouldn’t he?
“Get up.”
I follow his instruction, rising to my feet.
“Take your skirt off.”
Maybe he is. My pussy clenches at the thought. I’m not a submissive, but submitting to Rick would be no problem for me. I unzip my skirt and push it down over my hips. When it falls to the floor, I step out of it, and kick it aside.
“Bra.”
My breathing accelerates. This is hot! He’s watching me with hooded eyes, slowly stroking himself.
“Panties.”
I stand before him, wearing nothing but my garter belt, stockings, and heels. He moves behind me, and my body begins to shiver.
“On the bed, Kelly,” he whispers in my ear.
A bolt of electricity runs through me. I sit on the bed, and watch as he removes his shirt, and rolls on a condom. In a flash of movement, he’s standing between my legs. I lie back, watching him, waiting for his next instruction. Instead, he throws my right leg over his shoulder, and slams into me.
“Rick!”
“God, Kelly! You’re so wet. I haven’t even touched you.”
He wraps his arms around my leg, and pushes deeper. Fuck. I swear I feel him touch my cervix. After pulling back, he buries himself deep once more. I moan and grab the sheets, delighting in both the pleasure and the pain. At the sound, he moves faster. He leans forward, and I hook my legs around his neck, crossing them at the ankles.
“Fuck!” he grunts.
“Oh, yes! Fuck me, Rick!”
Planting his feet firmly on the floor, he slides his hands down to my thighs. It gives him the traction he needs, and he moves fast and hard. I gaze into his eyes, and the desire I see there floors me. I’m in his bed and he wants me. Me. Not some skinny, model bitch, or high maintenance trust fund baby. Me. It’s my body causing the look of sheer pleasure on his face. A warm sensation floods my body.
“Yes…yes!” I scream as he continues to pound into me.
His eyes are trained on my bouncing breasts. I grab them, massaging, and pulling on my nipples. He seems to be enjoying the show because he grunts and moves faster. Reaching up, he pinches my nipple, twisting and pulling. Fuck. That’s just what I needed. My hips rear up off the bed as I come, grabbing his arms as I shake violently. He tightens his hold, slamming into me as my muscles spasm around him. Only a few seconds later, he pushes deep, and goes still.
“Jesus, Kelly!”
One side of his lips curls up, and he slaps my breast gently. Pulling out, he removes the condom, and makes his way to the bathroom. When he returns, he drops down on the bed, and I crawl to him, lay my head on his chest, and sigh in contentment. I love you, Rick.
**Rick**
I wake up to Kelly’s scent. It wafts up from her hair, where her head rests on my chest. Taking a deep breath, I let her fill my senses. It’s been a long time since I’ve slept
with a woman, and I’d forgotten what it’s like to wake up next to a warm body.
“Rick…”
“Hmm?”
She doesn’t answer, and I realize she’s still asleep. She’s dreaming about me. I don’t know why, but that makes me ecstatic. Why settle for a dream when the real thing’s right here?
I roll over, and settle on top of her. Her eyes flutter open, and surprise gives way to a sleepy smile.
“You were dreaming about me.”
She nods.
“What was I doing?”
“This.” She reaches for my hand, and places it between her legs.
“You mean this?” I ask, making slow circles on her clit.
“Yes…”
“What about this?” I lean in and flail my tongue on her nipple.
“That, too…” she moans.
“And this?”
I slip my finger inside her and close my eyes. Fuck. She’s worth it. She’s definitely worth it. I need to be inside her. At this moment, I need to fuck her like I need air to breathe.
“How about this?”
Grabbing the base of my cock, I bury myself deep inside her. The moment I enter her, I feel the difference – the incredible difference. I thought she felt heavenly before, but now I’m hearing a choir of angels. So fucking worth it.
“Yes…a whole lotta that,” she whispers.
She pulls her knees up, and grabs my ass as I begin to move. I can’t believe how incredible she feels; not just her pussy but her entire body. She feels perfect beneath me…she feels right. I know I should be wearing a condom, but I don’t know if I have the strength to pull out.
“Kelly, are you on any contraceptives?”
“No…”
Fuck!
“I’ll handle it, Rick. Just please…don’t stop!”
And I don’t. Pacing myself, I bury my face in her neck. She moans, and her nails dig into my back as I circle my hips, going deep. I want to savor this feeling. However, it seems like my body isn’t going to let me. Or I should say her body isn’t going to let me. She’s so wet and her pussy is squeezing the life out of me. As my heart begins to hammer, I move faster.
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