“I guess, not. This is just weird for me. It’s been a long time since I’ve kissed another man or put myself out there.”
I pull her near, gaze into her big green eyes, and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She’s so lovely and I’m so close to getting everything I want. I can’t fuck this up.
“You’re not putting yourself out there. I’m right here. And most of the week, I’m four doors down. I’m coming to you and I’m not letting go.”
Chapter 8
Kendra
We hold hands as he walks me home. For a long moment, I have a chance to end it, stop it dead in its tracks. I can say goodnight downstairs. It’s perfectly acceptable. This is our first date, semi-date really. Logan’s a sweetheart. He’s charming and vocal about saying what he wants, but he’s not overly aggressive. I don’t think it would ruin things to send him on his way.
He asks to see me for a real date the following night. That’s my out. I can wait until tomorrow night. There’s no need to rush things. There’s no need to ask for cock after one beer and a cup of coffee.
Be sensible, Kendra! You’re always sensible.
No, I hate sensible Kendra. Sensible Kendra married Baker and stayed married when she was unhappy because that’s what people do. They work things out and blow ten years on a man who never looked at her the way this guy is looking at me right now.
Fuck, sensible Kendra. She’s dead to me.
“Would you like to come up?” I point up, as if we’ll be flying through the window.
You, dirty whore.
“Fuck, yeah.” He takes my hand, leads me inside, past the doorman and into the elevator. When it shuts, he pounces.
It’s a struggle to open the door. While he kisses my neck, caresses my waist, and digs his stiff cock into the small of my back, my shaking hand unlocks it and turns the knob. When it swings open, we’re cast into the foyer like two teenagers who’ve just discovered they’re home alone.
Propping me on a table, he pulls off his shirt and I feast my eyes on the most perfect example of male beauty I have ever had the good fortune to behold. Biting my lip to prevent my mouth from falling open, I reach out and drag him closer. He’s so fucking beautiful. Too beautiful.
Why the hell does he want me?
“Let’s get this dress off.” He whispers under his breath as his mouth roams my neck and shoulders.
I’m putty in his hands. Literally and figuratively. He can do as he pleases. I welcome anything and everything. In my life, I don’t remember ever wanting anything this bad. Honestly, I didn’t think I had this kind of yearning in me. But I want him. I have no will except to be his.
It’s unclear what happens next. While we kiss, his hands travel, unzipping, peeling, pulling, unhooking and I don’t feel any of it. Lost in his taste, I savor the feel of his tongue exploring my mouth, swallowing the moans I’m incapable of restraining. He’s so good. Every touch, every kiss, every nibble sends me to the moon and back, fluttering, shivering, trembling for more. When he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his back, I’m down to my panties, my new panties that leave nothing to the imagination.
These were so worth the money.
“Where’s your bedroom, doll?” He croons.
I point towards the back and he smiles, kissing me as he walks. When we cross through the door, I remember condoms. I don’t have any condoms. Why would I? No, I’m the older one. I’m the adult. I should have the condoms.
Calm down, he’s twenty-eight. He’s not a teenager.
Nudging him slightly, as he sets me down, I ask one of the most awkward questions I’ve ever asked a male employee.
“Did you bring condoms?”
Chapter 9
Logan
I shake my head. “Sorry. I wasn’t expecting this. Hoping, but not expecting.”
She frowns and chews her lip. “Oh. Do you think we’re moving too fast?”
I panic and lean into her, covering her body with mine. “No, this is perfect timing. I can run out to get some. It will take me ten minutes. I’m a fast runner.” I slither down her chest and try like hell to distract her.
Smoothing my hand over her breasts, I stifle a squeal. They’re fucking flawless. Huge, real and flawless. She flinches at the feel of my beard on her soft skin, almost giggling with nervous energy. I laugh to myself.
Do you want to play, sweetheart?
Squeezing her gorgeous tits together, encasing my face in her cleavage, I’m surrounded by her scent. I feel like I’m about to go out of my mind, but I need to keep it together. Licking each curve, I take my time, letting her writhe in my arms. When I take a taut nipple into my mouth, I’m not gentle. Suckling and tugging, I listen to her moan, feel her racing heart and sense she’s getting closer to the edge as she winds her fingers in my hair and brings me closer. Alternating from one breast to the other, I let my hands run down her tiny waist, smooth down her hips, pull off her panties and sink my fingers into her wetness.
And fuck, is she wet.
Catching her by surprise, her eyes fly open, when my fingers finds her clit and stroke it gently. “Should I leave for condoms?”
She nods, but rocks into my hand, letting me pet her clit, twirling and rubbing, until her hips move on their own, building a tension that shatters her, soaking my fingers with her release. Seizing her mouth, I stroke harder as we kiss, our lips locked as I extract one more orgasm from her shivering body, then another until she claws my back and begs for more.
Dropping my boxers, I spread her legs, intent on thrusting all the way in before she remembers the condoms, but the sight of her moist pussy destroys me. Pushing her knees up, I lower my head and sink my mouth between her slit. My tongue invades her body, stabbing her passage, feasting on her perfect pussy until I feel her tremble, hear her scream my name, drown in her taste and watch her come with so much force, she breaks loose from my grasp.
“Logan, please...” She reaches out to me, wrapping her legs around my back to pull me closer.
“What about the condoms...” I ask, but she cuts me off.
“I can’t get pregnant. I tried for years. I don’t have anything. I checked after my divorce. Are you sure you’re okay?” Her eyes plead for honesty as I line up my cock, stroking her clit with the head. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in years, but I don’t believe the infertility bullshit. This girl feels ripe. I don’t think that bastard tried hard enough.
“I know I am, sweetheart. We can stop, if you want.” I inch in, but stop, giving her a taste before pulling out.
“I don’t think I want to.” She whimpers, then gasps as she feels me thrust into her, splitting her in two as I claim what’s mine.
I’ll never give her up. I’ll never let anyone else have her.
We collide as a wave of passion flows between us. Grasping, rocking, I lose my mind. She feels better than I ever imagined and the thought I’m finally inside her, listening to her wail in sweet agony leaves me too love-struck to speak. The more I give, the deeper I plunge, the harder I thrust, the more she gives me. She’s taking everything I’ve got to give and seeking more as she twists helplessly, lost in one climax after the next.
“Logan...” She whispers my name as she exhales.
Holding her still, gazing into those green eyes, dark with lust, I caress her limp, exhausted body and find my release.
Just as I always imagined, she curls into my body and falls asleep in my arms.
I’m in heaven. Fucking heaven.
Chapter 10
Kendra
My bed smells like man. I smell like sex. My poor battered yet satisfied body is being kept warm by an Adonis cradling me in his arms and spooning me sweetly. I can’t believe I had sex with Magic Man.
Oh God, now I’m saying it too!
I don’t remember how many orgasms he gave me. How did he do that? It always takes me so long. Baker would typically just give up. I thought it was me. Maybe, he was the problem all along.
But what I am d
oing? Yeah, the sex was incredible, stupendous, out of this world, but he’s my employee. What happens now?
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. It’s Saturday. There’s a twenty-eight-year-old god lying next to you. You work hard. Live a little.
I nuzzle into his body, savoring his warmth and the feel of his hard cock pressing against my ass. I can’t believe how big he is. It’s not natural. He’s handsome, with a brilliant mind, a graduate degree from MIT, a hot body, sweet as candy, romantic, charming and affectionate. How can he be well-endowed, too? This is an embarrassment of riches.
But he’s here, and he’s hard.
Curious and horny, I reach behind me, smooth the palm of my hand over his shaft, and stroke it lovingly. Things moved fast last night. One minute we were on a table, the next we were in bed, and before I knew it this giant penis was deep inside me, stretching me out so perfectly I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. But I never got a good look at it.
As I stroke, he groans in my ear, kisses my earlobe and rocks gently into my hand. I’m going for it. Kendra isn’t a selfish woman. He went down on me multiple times and I never returned the favor. I wanted to, but there never seemed to be any time.
But now’s my chance.
Turning into him, I’m immediately overwhelmed by a powerful, masculine scent that awakens my senses and turns my brain to mush. Goddamn, he smells good. Kissing his huge chest, nibbling and licking, I bask in the youthful radiance that drips from every pore. It sounds strange, I know, but I’ve spent the last ten years married to a man thirteen years older than me. It’s been so long since I’ve been this close to a man in his twenties, I’d forgotten how one feels.
Of course, young or old, no one ever had a body like this.
When I reach his abs and he detects where I’m going, he growls with pleasure, squirming underneath my mouth, alive and eager for more.
“What are you doing, baby?” He moans when I grip his shaft, still kissing the spot below his navel.
“You know what I’m doing.” With one swift motion, I swallow half his cock, wetting it down to ease the grip of my hand. He gasps and groans, rocking his hips up to meet my mouth while his hand instinctively reaches for my hair. With a savage lust, I thrust it further down my throat, greedy to take it all, hungry for his come and dying to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel all night.
He’s too much for me, bigger than anything I’ve ever had, so thick the corners of my mouth struggle to get him down, but I keep on. I’m always up for a challenge and he feels so good in my grasp, under my control for these few short moments before I know I’ll surrender to his divine mastery.
When he swells on my tongue and grunts, panting out words of praise that push me further, I fuse my lips to his hardness before I take him as far as he’ll go. Within seconds, he erupts with a roar, growling through ragged breath how much he loves me.
Wait... Love?
Chapter 11
Logan
That was more awkward than it had to be. I won’t pretend I didn’t say it and although she wants to act like it was just a reaction to my orgasm or her skills, I refuse to give in to her bullshit.
I said it. I meant it. I won’t deny it. I love her.
Fortunately, a few orgasms back to back distract her enough to make the rest of the day go by without the need for any uncomfortable conversations. She’s fucking amazing and every second we spend together only solidifies what I already knew long before we made love. Kendra and I are meant to be. I’m not seventeen anymore. She’s not married anymore. We can be together.
Wait, a minute. I need to check if that dickhead ever signed the damn papers.
On Sunday, she sends me home, claiming she needs to visit her parents. I follow her and it proves accurate but by late evening, I invite myself over and she doesn’t send me away. I know she wants to make this into something casual, but I’m not letting her. She won’t turn me into her rebound. I’m not here to help her get over Baker. I’m here to stay.
When I arrive at the office, she’s already there, sealed behind her door. Scoping the area, I see her assistant, Della, must be in with her. Maybe, they’re working. This is typical. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions because I feel insecure. We promised we’d play it cool at work. She didn’t ask me to deny anything, just not flaunt it. I’m okay with that. At least for now. This is a place of business and there’s no need for public displays of affection. I get it.
But I’ve got my eyes on these fuckers. I know for a fact a few of them have been waiting to make their move on Kendra. It’s just a matter of time before I go ape-shit on someone in here.
Calm down. You’re a VP now. Act like it.
It’s almost noon before I finally see my girl. Shuffling down the hall, she makes her way into my office and closes the door.
“Hey Beautiful.” My pulse races and my palms grow sweaty at the sight of her.
“Hey Handsome. How’s your morning?” Her face lights up when she gazes into my eyes, but she looks tired. That might be my fault. I didn’t let her sleep much this weekend.
“It’s better now. What’s the matter?”
“Della. Della has a sixth sense about my body language, and she could tell I got laid this weekend. I held out for a while, but when I admitted you and I got together, she lost her mind. Apparently, she has a crush on you and the fact that she’s engaged to be engaged to Graham Rafferty, shouldn’t have prevented me from breaking the girl code.” She throws her hands up and exhales in frustration.
I grimace, then laugh. “Do you want me to talk to her?”
“Oh God, no! She’d kill me for revealing her fantasy. She’ll get over it. She’s just going to be snippy for a while.”
“What on earth is she doing with Graham Rafferty? I interned at Rafferty Industries’ during graduate school. He’s married, isn’t he? And he must be twice her age.” I struggle to remember his face. I think he looked good for his age, but Della looks young. That’s such an odd match.
“He was married. He divorced shortly after he met Della two years ago, fresh out of NYU. Because she suspected he left his wife to pursue her, she made him wait six months before she’d go out on a proper date with him. She said it was a Southern thing. She’s so full of shit. I think she was hoping he’d move on, but he didn’t. He waited it out and came back. She’s into him but after what happened with Baker and I, she’s gun-shy on marriage. And fickle.” She rolls her eyes and stands to leave.
I can’t let her leave yet. Listening to her voice, having her this close has given me palpitations. If I don’t get some satisfaction, I’ll spend the rest of the afternoon fantasizing like a teenager.
“Come here.” I tap my lap.
A shy smile crosses her face and her eyes stray left, ensuring my blinds are drawn. Tiptoeing towards me, she eases in and my hands grip her behind salaciously. I love her ass. She knows I do. I’ve made no secret of it. Whispering in her ear, I tell her all the terrible things I want to do to her after work, naughty things, maybe some still technically illegal in the state of New York, and she giggles, covering her mouth like a schoolgirl.
“Did you have a nice time this weekend?” I croon, brushing some loose strands of hair from her neck.
She wiggles and smiles, nodding as she leans into my lips, already exploring the slope of her neck.
“You know I did.”
“Do you want more, baby?” I circle my arms around her waist and bury my mouth in her warm skin, licking as I travel down her chest.
Shuddering as she tries to choke out her reply, her voice is just above a whisper. “Not here... someone will hear me.”
I chuckle. She does have a set of pipes.
“No, sweetheart, not here. After work, I’ll come over and make you dinner. Then, I’ll eat it off you.”
She moans and trembles, gripping my shoulders for balance. “That sounds so messy.”
“You have no idea how messy I’m going to leave you.”
She gasps, pulls
away and brings her lips to mine. As we kiss, she mews, “I’m afraid you’re incorrigible. Did I do this to you or were you always like this?” She gazes into my eyes and kisses my cheek.
“Yes, it was you. You are my only vice.” When I pat her ass, she hops off my lap and waves goodbye.
“I’ll see you tonight.” She winks, then sneaks out the door.
She’s so beautiful. I want to believe she’s mine.
No, this isn’t about chance or hope, I’ve worked hard for everything I’ve gotten in life and there’s nothing I want more than this. Kendra is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
I’ll make this happen.
Chapter 12
Kendra
How do you know when you’re falling in love? I don’t remember anymore. There were days after Baker left when I wondered if I ever loved him. Obviously, I cared for him. I must have loved him in some unhealthy way, but was I ever truly in love with him? My shrink asked me what I thought those emotions felt like. Would I know them if I felt them? I told her I don’t know.
How terrible. How fucking terrible.
I spent ten years, eleven if you count the year we dated, with a man and I can’t say with all certainty if I was ever truly in love with him. I should know. For the past year, I’ve mourned his loss. Was that for nothing? What I know for certain is, this feels different. I know I’ve never felt anything like this. And if my shrink asked me to describe love again, I’d describe what I feel for Logan.
But I can’t love him like this. He’s wonderful. I won’t deny he’s amazing, but he’s nine years younger. My ex-husband was more than a decade older than me and he left me for a younger woman. And he sure as hell didn’t look like Logan. How can I believe he won’t wake up when he’s forty-nine and I’m fifty-eight and decide he wants a younger woman, too?
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