I bring her into my arms, seal my lips to hers and finally say the words I’ve wanted to utter all along. “I love you.”
Her mouth drops. Her big green eyes fly open in surprise. “What?”
“I’m not asking you to say it. I know you don’t feel the same yet, but I love you, Nova. I’m in love you.”
Either moved by my words or desperate to shut me up, she brings her lips to mine and smiles. “Are we done for tonight?”
“Sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”
Eleven
Nova
My body smolders. No one’s ever done those things to me. I’ve never climaxed with another person in the room. I’ve never come so hard. Not like that. This could be a problem. How do I move on from him? What are the chances other men are this good? Wrapped in his arms, my mind spins.
He says he loves me. Does he?
Sensing my anxiety, he lifts my chin. “Don’t think too hard, baby. Thinking too hard kept me from telling you how I felt. For now, let me love you.”
Before I can nod, he captures my lips in a hot, tantalizing kiss that makes me forget what he said or where I am. Our tongues dance and my lust grows with each moan and growl that passes between us. While I gasp for air, his mouth moves down the slope of my neck. Every nerve tingles. Every sense awakens.
With wanton eagerness, I crush my breasts into his hard chest. His hands spread my shivering thighs as he positions himself between my hips. His impossibly stiff, unbelievably thick length seeks out my core and I instinctually wrap my legs around him. I never want things. I never yearn for anything tangible. But I want this. I want him and I want him now.
“Simon...” I can hardly speak.
“Let me love you, Nova.” His hand digs into my hips. Our eyes lock. I feel the head of his cock slide between my folds and inch in slowly. My sex quivers. When his fat cock glides in, I freeze. Oh, no.
“Simon?” I squeak.
“There’s no rush, Nova. We’ll take it slow.” His voice is calm. He’s familiar with this protest. A few inches slide in, stretching me, breaking through my tight walls and I tense with panic.
My legs tremble and I try to close them. This is too much. It’s not natural. Fearing I’ll call for a time-out. Simon crushes his lips to mine, creates a distraction and thrusts deeper, filling me to the hilt.
Oh, my god.
I gasp, sink in and then moan with desire. It’s better than I expected. He fills me completely but my hips grind and search for more. He growls, pulls out, then charges in again. My slickness eases him back. My trembling body welcomes him. Moving slow, he grunts with every inch, plunging forward, moaning and grinding, lost in pleasure. Ecstasy chases the pain and I lose control of my senses. We move as one, hugging tighter, driving in unison, groaning with each pleasure that surges between our writhing bodies. I can’t think. I only see him. I only hear his voice. Nothing else matters.
“Baby... so tight. You’re making me crazy.” He melts into my chest, lifts my legs all the way around his waist and buries himself over and over. Each thrust builds a rhythm that holds me captive. I’m his willing slave, enthralled by a growing friction that consumes us both. I feel mad. Insane with lust. The trickle of pleasure that caused soft whimpers evolves into a raging river of wails and obscene howls. I’ve lost my mind and I don’t want to find it.
Holy shit.
I lose my breath as I cry out with each thrust he delivers. For a millisecond, I worry about my volume, but dismiss it fast. I can’t stop screaming for more. I don’t care who hears as long as he doesn’t stop. My hips push into his. My pussy clenches around him, spasming while I whimper with need. Where the hell has this cock been my whole life?
I mean, man. Where has this man been?
“I love you, Nova.” He takes my lips, slides his tongue inside my mouth, and I savor every little nibble. My heart pounds. I love hearing it, but I can’t say it. It’s too soon. And yet, with every kiss, he urges my surrender. I won’t hold out for long.
The building tension catches me by surprise. “Simon!”
As I near the brink, his hand moves between us and strokes my clit. “Let me see you come, baby. Come for me. From now on, only me. Always me.”
I gasp. My heart pounds violently. A surge of electricity rushes through my shaking limbs and he keeps going, plunging deeper, showing me no mercy. Lost in oblivion, shattering at the seams, I rake my nails across his back and then steady my hands on his shoulders. Pleasure devours us. His lips part in a guttural moan. My head falls back, and we both surrender to ecstasy.
His magnificence is unspeakable. I might be in love.
“This wasn’t your first time?” He holds my limp body.
I shake my head, embarrassed that he guessed my inexperience. “No. It isn’t. But I’ve only done this once before. It didn’t go well. I never did it again.”
He smirks. “Baby, you weren’t with the right person. If I don’t make you feel good, you better tell me. That’s a rule, okay?”
Still flush from two orgasms, I giggle and nod. “Okay.”
He smiles and kisses my hand. “I don’t deserve you.”
“I know.” I tease and curl into his chest.
“But I’ll earn you, Nova. Not like this. This doesn’t count. This was love, not a kindness. Mark my words, I’ll earn you.”
Twelve
Nova
“Miss Rigby. Mr. Mueller wants to see you in his office A.S.A.P.” Julie’s voice buzzes through my intercom.
I smirk. “Concerning?”
She sighs, loudly. “I’ll let you find out, Nova. He has a 2:00 meeting. Please, don’t make him late.”
I blush, fiercely and button my cardigan. “I’ll be right there.”
For crying out loud. It’s 11:30. We never take longer than thirty minutes.
Treading slowly, I tiptoe past her desk and reach for Simon’s doorknob. She catches me before I go in.
“Hey, thanks for telling him about the employee day care. He’s just approved plans from a contractor. Everyone is so excited.”
I interrupt her gushing. “Oh, that’s not my idea. That’s all Simon.”
She rolls her eyes. “Please. Take credit, Nova. Everyone knows you’ve gotten his stuffy ass to loosen up. No way this idea came from him.” She smiles and leaves for an early lunch.
I can’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to listen to my boss get his rocks off either. I take a deep breath and swing the door open. Then promptly lock it. We had a close call recently.
“Miss Rigby, you took your time.” Simon bellows from across the room.
I sashay across the room holding my notepad to my chest and a pencil sticking out of my French twist updo. Today is naughty secretary day. Three weeks and this never gets old.
When I sit, he wags his finger and pats his desk.
I gasp. “Mr. Mueller, not again. Last Thursday was a mistake. I’m engaged now.” I flash the eight-carat diamond ring he wrestled on to my finger this past Friday. I’m kidding. It was a whim, but a welcomed one. He might have been a terrible boss, but he’s an incredible boyfriend.
Excuse me, fiancé.
“Do you like your job, Miss Rigby?” His deep voice and smug expression releases hundreds of butterflies whirling in my tummy. I forget how much bad Simon turned me on.
I nod. “Of course, I do. But you can’t hold my job over my head? I work hard.” I cover my mouth and stifle a giggle.
I need better material.
He pats his desk again. “And you’ll work even harder today. Get those panties off and hand them over.”
He’s gone rogue. That’s not in our script.
With a confident air, I march towards him, slide up on the desk and place my heels on the chair between his open legs.
“I’ll have no part in this scandalous behavior. If you want my panties. Take them.” I narrow my eyes and dare him. He spends so much time being a sweetheart, I love tempting his wicked side.
With a de
vilish grin, he quickly calls my bluff and reaches under my skirt. In less than two seconds, he hikes my skirt, lifts my ass and pulls my panties off. Without a word, he brings them to his face and licks the wet spot.
I gasp and cover my mouth. “Simon, you perv!”
Who knew this uptight man could be such a fiend?
“Simon? That’s Mr. Mueller to you, ma’am.” He croons.
I giggle and move to unbutton his shirt. “Get this going, baby. I’m starving and it’s almost lunch.”
He pulls off his cuffs and shrugs off his dress shirt. I tear off my cardigan and blouse. When he unzips and pulls out his heavy cock, the room goes silent. It always does.
Something like this deserves a bit of reverence.
I clutch my heart. “Mr. Mueller! I couldn’t possibly take something that big.”
“Then just let me slide it between your big tits, Rigby.” He chuckles and I push him away.
“You’re ruining this.”
“Have some courage, Miss Rigby. Get over here and ride me.” He sits down and strokes his cock. Our eyes meet. My mouth waters.
“You think I won’t?” I challenge as I straddle his hips and grip his shaft,
“I know you will. Why do you think I’m building a day care? I want you riding this cock every day. I’m going to fill this sweet pussy with so much cum, I’ll have you knocked in no time.” He growls, winds his finger in my hair and crashes his lips to mine. I pull away with confusion.
“Simon! A baby? Are you playing? I just started taking the pill.” I hold his chin and gaze into his gorgeous blue eyes.
“I want you off it, honey. I’ll be forty-four next year. I want us to start our family. But I want you here with me. The day care will let us work together and bring our baby to work.”
My eyes mist. I’ve thought about babies, but he’s so fastidious, I wasn’t sure he’d be receptive. “Simon…that’s lovely. I told everyone it was your idea and they don’t believe me.”
“Let them think what they want. But more importantly, start riding, Miss Rigby. We have lunch reservations in twenty minutes.” He eases me down on his swollen cock and I shudder with every inch.
“Yes, sir. I love you, sir.”
“I love you, baby. But ride harder, damn it.” He slaps my ass and I quickly comply.
Before he says another word, I slide down his hard cock and grind down on this thickness. I bounce without restraint. Gyrating with glee, I hum and moan as he stretches me open, and drives so viciously I feel I may fly off his lap. I meet every thrust, giving as good as I get but he pulls my hair, licks my neck and takes over. Bad Simon needs sex. His desire is insatiable. His lust is incomparable. He’s more perfect than I ever imagined.
“Baby, you make me nuts. I wanted you more than I ever wanted anything and now you’re mine.” His eyes burn with fire as he throws me on his desk and spreads me legs wide.
“Simon! I love you. I can’t believe you’re mine…” My breathe hitches. “Oh, god! Fuck me, Mr. Mueller. Fuck me good.”
“Yes, ma’am. Always.”
He thrusts slower, plunging deep into my clenching pussy and taking delight in my symphony of moan and wails. I beg for more and he never denies. He plunges faster and deeper. He grips my waist and rams ruthlessly with a savage lust that can’t be sated.
“Give it to me, Nova. Come, baby.” He demands and the sharpness of his voice pushes me to the brink. When his fingers swipe my clit, stroking it while his cock thrusts in and out of my spasming pussy, I lose my goddamn mind.
“Simon! Holy shit! Don’t stop!” I slap his face, pull his hair, arch my back and cover my mouth with my hand. My muffled cries are still too loud. When my pussy tightens around his swollen shaft and my bucking hips grind without mercy, he suddenly erupts with a feral growl that surely carried past our door and into the offices down the hall.
“Jesus Christ, Nova! Baby, you’re unbelievable.” He holds me steady and falls on my chest. “You’re marrying me before the end of the year.”
I fight to catch my breath. My voice cracks. “That’s in nine days.”
“Before the end of the year, Miss Rigby. That’s a directive.”
I giggle and push him off.
Three weeks and this never gets old.
Thirteen
Epilogue- Simon
Two years later
The second she walks into the bedroom I smother her with a blistering kiss and tear off her clothes. I’m desperate to hold her naked body to mine and feel her come in my arms. It’s been four days. Four wretched days of agony. Four days of waiting for her to get home from the stupid conference I asked her to attend after she accused me of being addicted to sex.
The joke’s on me. I am addicted. But not to sex. I’m addicted to her. She’s my drug and this junkie needs relief.
“Simon, let me check on the baby!” She wiggles out of my arms but I pull her back and carry her to bed.
“He’s fine. I just put him to sleep, You’ll wake him up. And he’s officially a toddler, sweetheart. He’s fourteen months.” I toss her down, pull off her boots and yank off her skirt.
She laughs at my expense. “Geez. You’ve got it bad, don’t you?”
I drop my boxer and show her the lethal boner that’s about to destroy her. “What do you think?”
“But you said you were the master of control?” She pulls off her sweater and unhooks her bra.
“You’ve ruined me. Reformed me for the better but ruined me eternally.” I crawl up between her legs and tear off her panties.
When my hands reach for her luscious breasts, she pouts and gives me a warning. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mr. Mueller. No nipple action. I weaned your son three weeks ago and miraculously, I haven’t dried up.”
She gives me an accusing glance.
I grimace. I know it’s my fault. This is a forbidden delicacy and my weakness for all things pertaining to Nova’s breasts are well-documented.
“Come here, baby.” She extends her arms and fly into her embrace. She encases me, molds her body to mine and I melt into her warmth. This addict needs his Nova fix and nothing is stopping me until I get it.
As I lean in for a kiss, she startles and sits up. “Simon, he’s awake. He’s crying.”
I clench my fist and gnash my teeth. There’s no chance that boy isn’t mine. His timing is fucking impeccable.
“Don’t you dare move, Mrs. Mueller. I’ll be right back.” I jump out of bed.
“I’ll go, sweetheart.” She makes a move and I wag my finger.
“No, I don’t want him triggering Nurturing Nova to come out. Naughty Nova is still in play. I’ll deal with that boy and be back in five minutes.”
I point my finger. “You better stay wet.”
She gasps, smiles and nods. As I walk to the nursery, I shake my head and laugh to myself.
I never wake up at 5:00 anymore. I run at night with Nova, on his and her treadmills, so we can watch the baby. We drag our asses to the office at 8:30 because we’re either screwing or up late with the baby. And I don’t remember any routine long enough to keep it.
But I still fantasize about my Nova. I still stalk her at work. Time is still precious but Nova made every minute worth living.
And my Nova is definitely irreplaceable.
THE END
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