"Oh no Sweetcakes, no more questions until I have a little fun with you."
I previously added the batteries so I flip on the vibrator and circle it around her already sodden pussy. Morgana squirms and almost jumps from the first touch.
"Shhh Sweetcakes, this is just the beginning."
I smile at her intense reaction loving that I am giving this to her. Slowly I push inside and just as quickly remove the pink device. I move in between her legs and push them farther apart. Right as I get the entire vibrator inside her and she starts to moan closing her eyes, I pull it from her and shut it off.
"Okay, that was fun, now next question."
Morgana is actually gritting her teeth at me. Oh it seems my little temptress doesn't like to be teased back. Hmm, I will have to work on that with her.
"You’re a bastard," she growls at me.
"No I wasn't. I had a mother and father. Which I am sure you would like to know about. My father was an amazing man. He was an engineer for the city and loved me and my sister. He would take us to O'Hare airport every Sunday and we would have a picnic in his car and watch the planes go by. I was really into planes when I was young. Even considered getting my pilots license once, but things change I guess. Anyway, I had a cool dad and my sister was twelve years younger than me, so she was too tiny to get it, and when she was really little we didn't bring her. I loved my dad a lot. My mom on the other hand? Well if she had a chance to do things differently she would never have had kids. She loved her career more than us."
My face forces a half smile and I notice Morgana's eyes have grown soft. I know she wants to touch me right now, comfort me, but I have to say I prefer it this way. Compassion is not an emotion I wish to evoke in others, especially when it comes to my past. Tiffany would always try to give me hugs but it made me feel uncomfortable. Even Edgar reached out from time to time, but I have always felt better alone. The emotions can be sorted and controlled on my own, when tenderness presents itself everything becomes a blur.
"They all were killed in a drunk driving accident on December twentieth, ten years ago."
"Potatoes," her voice gentle and it causes me to close my eyes. This isn't how I imagined how this would play out. I thought if I brought the toys in and got her aroused the feelings could be pushed aside. I guess I am just realizing how powerful the heart really is.
I move to untie her and rub at her wrists, bringing her arms down to her. She pulls me down beside her and we cradle each other. Morgana dots my face with soft kisses.
I can hear her stomach rumble loudly so I lift my head and brush some loose tendrils away from her face.
"How about we order room service? And for dessert we can get the biggest slice of cake as long as I get to feed it to you."
Her eyes grow large and a silly grin seizes her face.
"Henrik, you had me at cake."
Chapter 12
Payne's Rule Six: Don't get yourself in a compromising position
It's the Tuesday after I got back from London. I left chilly and wet England for bite-my-ass cold in Chicago. Oh and it's snowing here. Yes, one of the few times it actually snows in April. As much as I love the snow, it forces Morgana to bundle up. I don't like it when she wears extra clothing.
Though I can't complain right now as she is wearing a very low cut fitted black cashmere sweater with a tight lavender pencil skirt. And I know hiding underneath is her famous thigh high stockings. Have I told you how much I love that she wears those things? If someone held a gun to my head and told me I had to pick between her not wearing the stockings anymore or the glasses, I would be dead. There is no way to choose.
I am watching her right now on the opposite side of my desk gnawing on her cake pen. Yes, the woman has a cake topped pen. Perhaps there is a cake lovers anonymous for her.
My eyes keep flicking back and forth between her ample cleavage and how her lips curl around her pen. Captain Cock has a lot to say on the matter, but I am keeping him muffled for right now.
"So it's been eating away at me since we got back," she speaks, rousing me from my fantasies. The ones where she is bent over my desk or underneath my desk with my cock in her mouth or her tits pressed against the glass while I fuck her from behind. You know, the typical fantasy.
"Huh?" I question because I really haven't been listening to her. I know that is terrible of me but to be honest that has been true for most of our business relationship. It’s not that I never hear her or her ideas; it’s that she distracts me sometimes with her body. I am thankful in a way that I have a reputation for being demanding and a jerk, so when I happen to not hear her because my mind keeps focusing on her thighs I can play it off as just being an asshole.
She is frowning at me. I think she has caught on to my lustful distractions.
"I said the distribution problem in Europe has been bothering me since we got back."
"Oh yeah. It doesn't make sense. There has got to be something we can do. But don't worry, I am sure the Mimir brothers or myself will think of something. Maybe even that douche Mr. Marson might figure something..."
She cuts me off. “You didn’t let me finish Henrik. An idea came to me yesterday while I was watching a movie and eating my dinner cake.”
She has different types of cake. Much like different meals of the day, she has different cakes of the day—breakfast cake, snack cake, and dinner cake. When I asked her about lunch cake she scrunched her face and shook her head, "Don't be ridiculous Henrik. Lunch cake? That's too much."
"Okay, what was it?"
"It was a raspberry cheesecake. Oh, you mean the idea?"
I shake my head and laugh. “No, the movie. What was the movie?”
Her head tilts to the side as her lips flatten. “Don’t be silly. This is a serious matter.”
My hands fly in the air. “Yes, it is a serious matter. Knowing what movie you were watching while coming up with your idea to help save the company explains a lot.”
She is giggling now and shaking her head. Morgana adjusts her glasses as they have slid down her nose and I can feel my cock twitch.
"Okay, if you must know it was Airplane."
"That's good; I also would have taken Naked Gun for the win."
She brings her hand to her chest making me frown when it covers her cleavage.
"You are silly. No wonder your nickname in college was Goof."
Wait. How would she know that? My frown deepens.
"I never told you that."
Her laughter stops and she looks around nervously.
"Uh, one of your friends told me. I swore I wouldn't say anything; please don't make me say who it was."
What else does she know about me? Hmm, I will have to get to the bottom of this at some point.
"Fine. You are off the hook for now but that's only because I want to hear your idea."
Morgana sighs in relief.
"The idea I had was about local distributors. The laws state we can't build our own facility, so why don't we use the ones already there?"
"Okay, sounds interesting. Like buy an already used warehouse? I think the laws are against that too."
She is shaking her head, tousling around her long hair, which is making it difficult for me to keep my head in the game. "No, we partner with already established smaller distributors throughout Great Britain and Europe. They house and ship out our products thereby boosting their profit and we have distribution overseas. It's a win for everyone."
I consider the idea for a moment and realize she's done it. Her idea might actually work.
"That's great Morgana! We can take it to Jacob and see what he thinks, but I have a feeling he will love it. If this works I think you can enter the Executive Development Program immediately. If you still want that?"
She jumps off her seat and starts to bounce up and down. I laugh at her giddiness and am partially distracted by her undulating chest.
I stand and hold out my arms.
"Come here Sweetcakes."
&n
bsp; She walks over and throws her arms around me. I lean in and let my lips brush hers. Her mouth opens and I take advantage. Kissing her in my office feels right and wrong all at once. The way her body leans on mine as I tighten my hold seems natural, like it has always been this way.
My cock gets the better of me and makes me do things I know we shouldn't, or at least we should wait until after work. My hand drifts down edging the hem of her skirt. With one powerful tug I lift it and squeeze her barely lace covered ass. Slipping my hand further I stretch down to feel the slickness between her thighs. God, she is so wet.
I grab her hips and lift her onto my desk. Taking a few moments to jiggle open the worst drawer on Earth, I snag out a condom. Yes, I decided on Monday to bring a pack of condoms to work, just in case.
Morgana wiggles out of her panties as I lower my black wool pants and boxer briefs to sheathe my cock. I hold out my hand for her undies as she has learned quickly the routine of handing them over. I place them in my black jacket pocket as I remove the suit jacket and lay it on the desk beside her. Morgana leans back on her elbows. Positioning my tip at her entrance I gaze at her spread for me with lust in her eyes, but I thirst for more. My heart races and something in my chest begins to ache.
She is beautiful. Not just physically, but how she fights me and tempts me. Her unusual conversations with herself and undying love of cake make me want to know her even more. There is no other woman more perfect for me than Morgana.
"I love you." The words slip out of my mouth before I realize what I've done. Her eyes widen. An expression I have never seen her make before fills her face and its appearance is half awestruck and half panic. That’s when she does something that I have done to her many times during heated moments, but she has never recreated for me until now, she turns her face away. Fuck.
What I do in this situation is all Captain Cock’s fault, I swear. I thrust inside her. Morgana whips her head back to face me. I watch as her large eyes close and then her head falls back.
I have to stop for a moment and just live inside her. She feels exquisite and I can forget for a moment that she may not care for me as I do her. Bringing her legs around me I raise my hand to her hair and curl my fingers keeping her head back. My mouth licks and sucks on her smooth neck. As I begin my thrusts I inhale her sweet scent never wanting to stop this.
Pulling back I let go of her hair and watch her. Morgana's eyes lock on mine and I can see the hesitancy there. She doesn't speak but only moans her response and it becomes obvious that she doesn't love me back. I should never have said it. Fuck what was I thinking?
The vulnerability in me tightens like a noose around my neck, so I do what I know works. I take control.
My hand pushes down on her shoulder to bring her flat against my desk. Taking out her underwear from the jacket pocket I grab her wrists and wrap them. Lifting her sweater I pull back the fabric of her bra and let her beautiful breasts spill over. She’s gorgeous right now, packaged perfectly.
One finger settles on her clit while another captures her nipple and I flick and pinch making her squirm. This is when the fun begins. She hisses as I play with her body. My actions at times harsh but other times I give her ease.
"You like this don't you Morgana? Tell me to let you come."
Her eyes plead with me through the whimpers as she nods.
"Please Henrik I need to come. Please."
I cup her swollen breast and let my thumb gently stroke the sensitive bud. My other hand manipulates her clit the way I know she likes it. Within moments I feel the walls of her core tighten around my dick as she arches her back.
"Oh fuck Henrik. Oh Henrik!" she moans as her body shudders and I crest witnessing her final acceptance of what I have given her.
I groan and push inside her as deep as I can. Her sex releasing slight tremors as I gaze over at her face. Morgana's smile melts whatever cold fear I have as I just want to hold her in my arms and kiss her for the rest of the day. I bend over to rest my head on her stomach so I can touch as much of her as possible.
"What the fuck?"
A loud male voice reverberates through the room and we both look up to see Jacob Mimir, Edgar Mimir, and Evaleen Bechmann standing there with shock on their faces. Well, Evaleen is rolling her eyes, but the men are flabbergasted. They quickly turn and leave the room shutting the door behind them.
"How can this happen? Again!" Morgana yells quite close to my ear.
I stand and pull away, pulling off the condom and disposing of it. Fuck, fuck, fuckidy, fuck, fuck...fuck.
With a heavy sigh I sit back on my chair after pulling my pants back up.
"A little help." Morgana shoves her arms at me.
"Oh sorry, I forgot." I unwind her panties and give them back to her. She puts them back on but it looks like they are now stretched out.
She fixes herself and hops off the desk.
"This may not be ideal but they seemed okay with it before so I think they might just give us a warning or something this time," Morgana points out.
She has no idea. God, she is going to hate me after I explain it to her.
"That's not really true Morgana."
Leaning against my desk she glances at me while tilting her head.
"What do you mean not true?"
I run my fingers through my hair and groan. Gazing up into those striking hazel eyes of hers I feel my heart constrict as I begin to explain.
"The Mimir brothers never found out about the first time we got caught, or what happened over at RT Mitchell."
She is bringing her fingers to her temple and closing her eyes.
"How could that be? Evaleen told me she met with the Mimir brothers over the incident."
I frown and grit my teeth.
"She did, she just told them a slightly different version of what actually occurred. So, this is the first time they have any idea of us."
Morgana walks back over to her chair and flops down burying her face in her palms. Finally, after about a minute she looks up at me.
"So this is it then. Everything has been destroyed."
Rules of Payne 2: Electric Boogaloo
Cover Picture: George.M.
Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx
Chapter 1
Morgana's Problem: Her Big Idea
"So that's all I am to you? Now that we will both be fired, you want nothing to do with me? Is that it Morgana?"
Henrik stands and walks around his modern wood-grained desk, his body hovering over mine. He is so close I can feel the heat from our earlier activity rolling off him, but I can't bring myself to look up. Everything is crashing down on me all at once. The realization that we hid and covered up all that we had done together, a lie I believed. I actually thought that my employers looked past my discrepancies because I was too valuable of a worker to let go. I was so wrong.
Now I feel foolish. To gaze up into Henrik’s oceanic gaze would burn that naivety into my head like a searing brand. Instead of wearing a scarlet A, I would don a frosted D for dunce, because everything goes better with frosting.
I steady my eyes on the stupid gray carpet that seems endless. Perhaps if I stare hard enough it will speak to me like everything else. Hello carpet? It's me, Morgana, I need a little help.
Nothing.
Great, so the one time I really need help from my subconscious to speak to me as an inanimate object, it’s silent. Fine! Two can play at that game.
I glare at the carpet and then lift my chin, huffing at it. That's when I realize Henrik is still staring at me, now leaning on the edge of his desk, arms folded. His rumpled blue suit and askew yellow tie combined with his disheveled coffee-colored hair, has my stomach doing somersaults all over again.
What is happening here? I want to hop up from this chair and embrace him. Snuggle into his warm, firm chest and forget any of this is happening, but I can't. It's time to admit we both fucked up. Our jobs disintegrated before our eyes because of our libido. I really need to start thinking with
my brain instead of my vagina.
“I’m serious this time, no more decision making for you, Vagina.”
Vagina bats her eyelashes at me and raises her hands in shock.
“I have no idea what you are referring to Morgana? I am not solely to blame.” Vagina glares at Heart, who sneers at Vagina and lunges toward her.
“You bitch I’m going to…” I barely hear the muffled cries of Vagina as Heart attacks her.
Great, so not only is my job over, my relationship with my boyfriend disintegrating, but now my organs are reenacting the Hunger Games. I sigh, knowing the worst is yet to come. Looking into Henrik’s cloudless blue eyes, I shudder knowing what has to be done.
"No Henrik. I do care for you; it's just that maybe if we break up we might be able to salvage our jobs. Perhaps if we tell the Mimir brothers my idea about the distribution in Europe, but claim we came up with it together, we can keep our jobs. I did talk to Evaleen about it last night, but I can just tell her I forgot to mention you helped me with it. That way we can keep our jobs, but we promise not to see each other romantically anymore." I try to sound positive even though I'm not sure the Mimir brothers will accept it. Even if they did, I don't know how I will be strong enough to stay away from Henrik.
I steady my gaze on him in hopes to find some understanding or strength to help, but his eyes don't move. It’s freaky actually, as if he became a statue for a full minute. I don't even know if he is breathing.
"Henrik?" I stand to touch his shoulder but he flinches from the contact. At least I know he's alive.
"Don’t." He sighs and turns his head.
Nothing. Silence.
After a minute, he trudges to the other side of his desk. Henrik's hand grasps the top drawer as he begins to shimmy it but it's stuck, as usual. I walk over to help him.
"Here let me help..."
He cuts me off by swatting my hand away. "I can do this myself Ms. Drake!"
His tone is low, but powerful. I have only heard him talk like that once before when I overheard his conversation with the doctor who operated on Tiffany's son, David. He was angry, very angry then. Now I feel like I’m the doctor telling him that our relationship is in a coma.
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