After getting herself some coffee out of the break room, she went to her own private sanctuary. According to security, she's the only one who has access to the computer lab. This makes perfect sense to her considering she works for the government, not Rosscom. She mentally reviewed her schedule for today when she hears the door's security beep and feels Julian's presence in the room.
She looks up to see Julian standing there with a frown on his face. Not only is she surprised to see him, but also she could tell that he's a little peeved that she left his home Sunday without saying good-bye. “Morning Julian, I'm surprised to see you here. Why do you have access to the lab?
Julian shrugs his shoulders. "Rosscom provides security services worldwide. As owner of the company, I should have some benefits. I placed a call to the head of security to give me access."
Clarissa always thought there is more to Julian than the executive image he projected. "Worldwide, huh. Would those services include mercenaries?"
"Mercenary is such an ugly word. I prefer the term operative or enforcer."
"Uhmm, why don't I feel relieved."
Standing in front of her desk, he tried to appear less threatening. He couldn't tell if her nervousness stemmed from what she thinks he's involved in or his threat to her sexually. "You have nothing to fear from me Clarissa, unless you're afraid of intense orgasms. I've done some terrible things in my life, but never to anyone who didn't deserve it. Here’s your extra set of car keys.” Julian takes the keys out of his pocket and places them in her hand. He held her hand longer than necessary just to see if he could make her shiver.
“T-Thank you Julian.” Clarissa hates sounding like a breathless idiot whenever she's in Julian’s presence. She put the extra set of keys in her purse and set it in her desk drawer.
Julian studied her face as if trying to memorize every detail. Her mocha skin looked healthy, not the sickly gray tinge on Friday when she fainted. Her amber eyes appeared to be clear and alert, but he remembered the doctor saying that she suffered from exhaustion. “You still don’t look well enough to be at work, maybe you should take a couple of days to relax.”
Seeing Julian makes her heart beat faster, he always looked good, and this morning is no exception. “I feel good, and I want to thank you again for taking care of me this weekend. I think that you went well beyond the duties of a boss.” She pushed her chair away from the desk closer to the wall. He's too close for her peace of mind. Julian shocked her to the core by coming around her desk, and putting his hands on her armrests.
Julian leans closer kissing her exposed throat. “Why did you leave without saying good-bye?"
The last thing Clarissa expected Julian to do is make his move at the office. "We can't do this here Julian," she said without much conviction. She let out a moan as Julian trailed kisses over her chest down to her breasts.
"I don't see why not. We're in a secure room where no one can bother us. Why did you run from me? I wouldn't have forced you to stay in my home against your will."
Clarissa is so turned on she couldn't recall if she were breathing. "I think you would try to have your way regardless of the situation Julian. I didn't leave your home because I'm afraid of the sexual tension that sizzles between us. If and when I decide to have you as my lover, it's my decision alone to make with no encouragement from you." She pulls away from his embrace, scooting her chair back towards her desk promptly dismissing Julian. She tries to focus on the screen in front of her, but she couldn't concentrate on anything except the man standing behind her.
Julian refuses to be dismissed like some errant teenager with his first crush. He pulls Clarissa out of her chair into his arms pushing her face forward into the wall. He's acting out of character, but he didn't care. Clarissa makes him want to do things no matter where they were. Julian let her feel his erect cock as he rubs it against her voluptuous ass. He hikes up her skirt, yanks down her pantyhose and thong with one swipe.
Clarissa braces herself against the wall loving everything Julian's doing to her. "Julian. Don't stop!"
Julian wraps his arms around her, his large hands move towards the apex of her legs. His long fingers spread her labia, and ease into the wet sheath that awaits him. "You're wet for me. How long have you been in this condition?"
"For months as you damn well know! Why are you still playing around? I need to feel you inside of me this instant!"
Julian's fingers eased further inside her pussy as he kissed the back of her neck. "I want you to come for me first and then maybe you can handle what I've got for you."
None of her previous lovers has ever taken the time to stimulate her this much. "I want to come when you're moving inside me."
"Trust me baby you will." Julian whispers in her ear right before she pushes back against him crying her release. His fingers continued strumming between her wet folds. He licked her cream from his fingers, before picking Clarissa up and placing her on the desk. "You taste so tangy and sweet, but I don't have time to taste your honey pot right now. I refuse to leave this room without sinking my cock inside your hot pussy."
Clarissa She kicked off her shoes, leaned back on the desk allowing Julian to remove her pantyhose and thong, dropping them on the floor. Still at a loss for words she took off her jacket and blouse and lowered her bra exposing her breasts to Julian's heavy-lidded lust fill gaze. She pinches her nipples as Julian digs a condom out of his wallet. "I want to feel your lips on my breasts."
"This may not be the ideal place, but I'm going to take you right now."
Clarissa wants to feel Julian pulsating deep inside her. She sucked his bottom lip before giving it a little nip. "What are you waiting for?"
Julian needed no second urging. He isn't a gentle lover, but he makes sure all his lovers were satisfied. His cock surged inside of Clarissa making her lift her ass off the desk. "Show me how much you want me."
The thickness of Julian's cock stretched her to the point that their first that taking him is uncomfortable at first. The slow burning sensation turned into liquid heat. Clarissa wrapped her legs around Julian's waist and moved with him. He stroked her clit and sucked her breasts as they moved together in perfect rhythm. "Fuck me harder and you better not stop!"
Julian couldn't get enough of her. "You're mine Clarissa! I'm the only man who will touch you like this. Tell me that you belong to me!"
Clarissa is half-delirious with desire. "I'm yours Julian, there is no one else." Julian's face is tense with lust, and his eyes were deep black pools sucking her in, absorbing every inch of her body. She feels as if he were trying to consume her soul. She sticks her hand in her mouth to keep from crying out. If people were in the hallway, they'd have to conclude that she's taking a good pounding. Not only did her toes curl, but also her fingers. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she swears that she could see stars.
Julian knew that he should move, but being inside Clarissa is the closest he's ever come to heaven. He kisses her thoroughly tasting the coffee on her tongue. Smoothing his hands down her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples before gently rubbing her clit as he pulls his semi-erect cock out of her warm sheath. "That is just a sample taste to take the edge off. I need you again, but now is not the time. The next time we make love, you're going to scream my name without worrying who might hear."
Clarissa gives him a smirk, "If that's just a sample, I don't think I can handle your full frontal assault."
They were in the afterglow of some hot sex, and neither one of them wanted it to end. "Baby you can handle everything I have to give."
Clarissa sits up and trying to bring about some sort of order. She watches with glazed eyes as Julian kisses her breasts, gently placing them back into her bra, and buttons up her blouse. He picks up her thong and pantyhose, handing the pantyhose to her and pocketing her thong. "I need that!"
Julian kissed her lips and stuck her thong in his pocket. "The pantyhose have to do because I claim this as my prize." He walks towards the door and suddenly tur
ns around. "You know there's no going back, right."
Clarissa didn't answer right away. She could sense the heat of his dark eyes on her body. She feels like she'd just awakened from a drunken stupor. Clarissa looked into his eyes, "I know Julian."
Julian smiles; finally, he has her where he wants her. Sexual persuasion is a powerful motivator. He wonders how long it going to take him to get Clarissa to move in with him. If he could get away with it, he'd march her right down to the justice of peace and make their relationship official. "See you later baby."
Just like that, he left the computer lab. "Oh God what have I done? I'm in over my head."
***
It awhile for Clarissa to recover from her romp with Julian. She's deeply involved in a project for the EPA, when she hears knocking on her door. As much as Clarissa hates being disrupted while she works, she tries not to show her irritation as she opens the door. Standing on the threshold is Randle Tate. "Randy, what brings you to my door?"
"Can I come in?"
Clarissa would never invite anyone into a secured area, employee or not. "It's time for a break why don't we go to the break room." Even though she has pantyhose on Clarissa still feels naked under her skirt. "How do you like working for Rosscom so far?" Clarissa gets another coffee and sits down at a table in the back of the break room.
Randle couldn't help but watch the sway of her hips until she sits down. He joins her at the table sitting across from her. "From what I can tell my managers have everything under control. I should be asking you how you're feeling. I hear that were ill at the party Friday night. I would have called to check on you, but I don't have your number."
Clarissa wonders if everyone at Rosscom knows about her fainting incident. "Just the old flu bug. I spent the weekend resting at home."
"Julian seemed kind of possessive of you Friday night are you two dating or something?"
She didn't feel comfortable speaking to Randle about her relationship with Julian. If she could call what she and Julian has a relationship, "we haven't quite worked it out yet. How do you like Chicago?"
So, Julian hasn't claimed Clarissa yet, maybe there's a chance for him to play devil's advocate. Randle always liked Clarissa she's a good person. Looking at her now, he wondered how he missed her vibrant sexiness. "I found a condo a couple of miles from downtown. I just moved in a couple of months ago, and I've settled in nicely. I guess I didn't think about how lonely Chicago can be."
"I can remember feeling that same way when I moved here, I didn't know a soul. It took me a while to navigate and find the best places to eat. My friend's cousin lives here and I've taken on the town with him quite a bit. Trust me Randy you'll come to love Chicago."
"Hey I found this great place that serves Caribbean food, why don't you let me take you out to dinner tonight."
Clarissa didn't stop to wonder if Julian would approve of this dinner date. He didn't have any claim on her. He certainly didn't arrange plans with her for this evening. "Oh that would be wonderful."
"Do you want to leave directly after work or do you want me to pick you up?"
Clarissa certainly wanted to go home and freshen up. "How about I meet you there? What's the name of the restaurant?"
"Garifuna Flava over on West 63rd Street."
Clarissa is familiar with the area, but she has never been to Garifuna. "What time?"
"How about seven o'clock?"
"I'll meet you there at seven." Clarissa looked at her watch. "Break time is over; I really need to get back to work."
Randle walked Clarissa back to her office. "Just what is it that you do here at Rosscom that requires you work in a secured computer lab."
Friend or not, Clarissa's guard dog extinct came to the forefront. "Oh I'm just a glorified security analyst.
"I thought you said you were working on a pilot program for some government agency."
"Sorry Randy, I really can't talk about what I do."
"Can I come in and take a look around."
"I'm sorry Randy only employees with access can enter the lab." She might have been mistaken, but he glowered at her before putting the smile back on his face. She wondered at his sudden shift in attitude.
"Okay I'll see you tonight."
Clarissa entered the lab. She thought about Randle's behavior he tried twice to get into the lab. Maybe she was reading too much into his actions. She remembered when she first entered the gamer world, how protective and paranoid she had become regarding the schematics of new games. Those in the gamer world wouldn't hesitate to send a spy to steal from their competitors. Old habits die hard. If he gave her one reason to believe he was up to something, she would report him to the head of security.
***
So caught up in with working on her new project, Clarissa keeps forgetting about the time. If she's not careful, she'll work later than planned, and miss her dinner date with Randle. Later in the day her office phone rang. "Hello, Clarissa Marks speaking."
"I've been thinking about you all day. I forced myself to stay away from you or neither of us would get any work done. What are your plans for tonight?"
"I've made dinner plans with a friend."
Julian had plans of his own, and it involved him, Clarissa, and a bed. "Really. Cancel them!"
Clarissa holds the phone away from her ear; Julian never ceases to amaze her with his arrogance. "Just because we did the hard and freaky on my desk this morning doesn't mean you own me. Why would I just assume you have plans for us tonight? Furthermore, I'm not cancelling my plans for this evening so deal with it, asshole." She slammed the phone down. She refused to be dictated to by any man including Julian.
She looked at her watch it was almost five o'clock, and she's going to leave a few minutes early. Julian would have no compulsion about confronting her in the lab, and she didn't want to deal with him right now. She would have to face Julian tomorrow, but she's going to enjoy her dinner with Randle tonight.
Julian couldn't believe that Clarissa hung up on him. "Difficult woman!" Obviously, she failed to realize what they did this morning is more than sex. He claimed her as his woman. He has to make sure that she knows what that means.
***
Clarissa arrives at home close to five-thirty; she takes a quick shower dressing casually in jeans, turtleneck, and a brown suede jacket. She didn't want to overdress for a casual date, nor did she want to give Randle the impression that she wanted his undivided attention. She leaves her condo in plenty of time to meet Randle.
Garifuna's is located in a neighborhood that was quasi commercial. It's a small restaurant; the walls painted in a warm cinnamon color and the yellow tablecloths made it welcoming. She spots Randle sitting near the window, and he stands once he sees her. "Hi Randy. It smells good in here I can't wait to look at the menu."
Randle smiled when Clarissa entered the restaurant, but he's a little disappointed that she changed her clothes. He wanted to get another gaze at her long lean legs; she should wear skirts more often. Clarissa isn't his type, but if she gives him the least inclination he would have sex with her in a heartbeat.
Clarissa's eyes lit up as she perused the menu. She ordered Ginger Tea, Conch Fritters, and Ox Tail Stew. She licks her lips in anticipation; she hasn't eaten ox tails in years. She glanced at Randle, and he seemed to have difficulty deciding. "I thought you've been here before."
Randle didn't take his eyes off the menu when he answered her. "I've been here on several occasions, but I still have problems narrowing it to what I want. So don't be surprised at the amount of food the waitress brings to the table." He ordered Coffee, Jamaican Jerk Chicken, Chicken Tamales, Steamed Cabbage, and two slices of pound cake with caramel.
"Two slices of pound cake. Oh my God Randy I'll have to roll you back to your car."
The waitress took their menus and promised to come back with their appetizers and drinks. "Don't judge me Clarissa, I'm a man with strong appetites and I work hard at the gym every day so that I can eat well. Besides,
one of those slices of pound cake is for you, it would be a sin to eat dinner here and not have dessert."
"Well thank you for looking out for me."
Randle reached for her hand. "I like looking out for the ladies. By the way, could you stop calling me Randy? Hearing that old nickname makes me feel like I'm ten years old. In the presence of a beautiful woman, the last thing I want is to feel like a child."
Clarissa moves her hands out of reach; Randle's actions triggered her defenses. "Same old Randle, you're a hopeless flirt. Tell me how are your mother and brother doing?"
"Well Craig lives in Los Angeles doing God only knows what. Mom lives in Memphis and plans to retire from teaching this year. She still harasses me about providing a grandchild every chance she gets. Otherwise, she is doing quite well. How about your family?"
"Every one's doing fine, they're still in Orlando."
"I heard that you owned a business and were getting married, so what happened."
He didn't waste any time discussing her personal business. If he doesn't have any family still living in Orlando, how does he know about her canceled wedding plans? She isn't famous, and her wedding to Lawrence wouldn't have been the wedding of the century or anything. She has a feeling that Randle knows more about her than he's letting on.
Clarissa spotted the waitress bringing their appetizers and drinks over interrupting their conversation briefly. Randle did order a lot of food. She put hot sauce on her fritters before launching her assault on her plate. Randle seemed to forget about her presence as he carved his way through his food.
"What other reason do you have for moving to Chicago, besides the job at Rosscom?" Randle paused before answering.
"My fiancée died in an accident, and I couldn't stomach living in Baltimore. A contact told me about the position at Rosscom. So, I decided to leave Baltimore behind."
Something about Randle's story didn't ring true. He just spoke of his fiancée dying as if it were a mere bump in the road. "I'm sorry to hear that Randle. I didn't fare much better with my fiancé, two weeks before our wedding I found out my fiancé has more women than a WNBA team."
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