then back up, then she took my shaft in her hand. I swallowed the lump in my throat as her hand
massaged me, slowly going up and down. I closed my eyes. I wanted so badly to be inside of
her, to see her eyes flutter and her body moving in sync with mine. I imagined it he continued
stroking me. I pulled her closer, kissing her as I came. I tried not to do it in her hand, but didn't
seem to mind. She gave a shy smile, which made me laugh.
"Wow, I wasn't expecting that," I said.
"It's okay. I think you needed that as much as I needed mine," she replied, getting up and going
to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, she came back with a towel and began cleaning me up, which turned me
on.
"I didn't mean to take it this far, Asia."
She smiled. "I know you didn't. I wanted to as much as you did."
"And I still want to make love to you, but I know the time isn't right for us."
"There will never be a right time, Bryon. Not while I'm married. "
I sighed. She was right.
I leaned my head back on the couch and laughed. "I feel like I'm in high school again."
Asia laughed. "At least you got to third base."
I smiled. "And I have no complaints. You know I'm going to have dreams about you
now, right?"
"Really?"
"Well, I kind of already have been, but now, I have the actual visuals."
She blushed. "What if I said I kind of have them about you, too?"
I raised my eyebrows, and she looked down at the floor. She was too cute.
"So, what were you thinking about?" I asked.
"Do I really have to tell you?"
"Yes; I would like to know."
"I thought about being with you, touching you, kissing you. I thought about you making love to
me. I'm thinking about it at this very moment."
My dick started getting hard again. I needed to tame it, because nothing else was happening.
"Asia, what about your husband? Don't get me wrong, I want to be with you, but I'm not going
to sneak around . If you're going to be with me, I need to have all of you, not just a part of you."
"I understand that, but I can't just up and end my marriage. Dwight and I have been through a lot. But no matter how many problems we're facing, I can't just see myself just throwing it all away."
I glanced at her; was she serious? "Wait, so you're saying that you would stay with Dwight?"
"Bryon, he's my husband. I have really strong feelings for you, but I'm also a married woman."
I nodded. "You know what? You're right. You should try and work things out with your marriage. Maybe we both needed to get that out of our systems. Now that is done, we can move on and focus on the agency."
She looked confused. "I still would like for us to be friends, though. I like that we hung out. We had a lot of fun."
"We did, but I think it's best if we just keep things professional. I'll still let you have the time you need to write, but as far as you coming here or us hanging out, we shouldn't do that."
She nodded. "I understand. I think I should go."
She picked up her things then headed to the door. She took a deep breath, got herself together, then opened the door.
Once it closed, I went and locked it.
I rested my forehead against the door, feeling lost about what just happened. I shouldn't have told her that, especially since I was still investigating her; but I'd let my personal feelings get in the way, and that could cost me this case.
I turned around and slid to the floor. I really did have feelings for her, but if she wanted to work things out with Dwight, I couldn't be upset with her. I just couldn't have her in my life. If I was putting the case in jeopardy, then that would be on me. Right now, it was best if I wasn't around her.
Dwight
I returned to my aunt's, feeling as guilty as I had when I'd left earlier this morning. Not only was I going
behind my wife's back helping Warren with Tyrone, but I ended up doing something even more stupid at
my job . What I'd been doing lately was inexcusable, but I couldn't find any other way to distract myself
from my previous mistake. That was the story of my life: I had always been a screw-up, so this shouldn't
have come as a surprise. I walked into the room I shared with Asia and saw her on the bed, typing away
on a new computer. I looked from it to her, wondering where she'd gotten it.
She finally looked up and saw me standing in front of her. "Hey, D. How was work?"
"It was good. Where did you get the new computer?" I asked, sitting next to her.
"Thanks for asking; work was great for me, too, "she quipped sarcastically then went back to typing.
"Sorry, I guess I was a little caught off guard seeing your new computer."
"If you must know, I got it from my job. My bosses gave it to me to use for accounts and
presentations."
"That was nice of them."
"Yeah, it was."
"Are you working on one now?"
"Actually, I'm writing a scene for my book," she replied, not taking her eyes off of the screen.
"Okay, that's good."
I looked ahead at the door, trying to think of what else to say. She put her computer behind her
and looked at me.
"Is something bothering you?" she asked.
I turned to her. "No, just thinking."
"About what?"
"Why do you love me?"
She looked confused, and I turned back to the door. She put her arm around me and placed her
head on my shoulder.
"Why did you ask that?"
"Because I need to know. With everything that has happened, why are you with me?"
"I'm with you because you are a great person. Yes, we're having problems right now, but this is
just a test. Once we pass it, our relationship will be stronger than ever. I know it will, and you
need to believe that, too."
"Sometimes, I wonder if things will. We've been having issues on top of issues. I just don't want you to
go elsewhere when things really get rough."
Asia sighed. "Have I walked away? Hell, I'm living with your aunt, so things are kind of getting
rough already, but it's okay because I know in my heart that both of us will turn our lives around and get
back on track."
"I know, it'll just take some time and a lot of prayer."
"Definitely a lot of prayer. I'm confident that things will be okay."
She let go of me and stood up. I began taking off my clothes as she put her laptop on the floor
near the bed. We both lay down, facing each other. I wrapped my arms around her, and she
snuggled against me.
"Everything will be okay, Dwight. It has to be."
I nodded in agreement. Things had to be okay, because I didn't know what I'd do otherwise, especially
when it came to my marriage.
***
The next day, I was back at work, opening. I was getting a couple of sale tags together in the
storage room when my co-worker, Tonya, walked in. She greeted me before putting her things into her
locker, then she looked at me.
"So, you have any plans for later?"
I looked up and shook my head. "No, not really."
"Why not? I would have thought you and I could spend some time together like we've been doing the past couple of days. I have to admit, it's been really fun," she replied, walking over to me.
I was trying to ignore her, but it was hard to do, considering that her body was pressed against
mine. Her breath was teasing my skin, and she moved her lips close to my ear. Her hand was going to the fly of my jeans, but I quickly pushed her away.
"Not today,
Tonya."
"Why not? We were having so much fun together."
I glanced at her, regretting what I'd have done with her. I couldn't lie: Tonya was sexy, and I'd been attracted to her from the moment she started at the store four months ago. The two of us
hung out a lot during our shifts and took breaks and lunches together. Of course, our co-workers
thought something was going on, but that was furthest from the truth. With my issues, I just wanted someone to talk to and hang out with; but that all changed two weeks ago.
One night, the two of us were working over, and she asked if I needed a ride home. I told her I did. Before heading to my aunt's, she needed to stop by her place since she left her license in one of her other purses. While I waited for her to find it, I sat in the living room, watching TV. She came into the room and asked if I wanted something to drink. When I agreed, we drank, talked, and laughed about work and life in general. One thing lead to another, and before I knew it, I was pounding myself in her on the couch. I didn't mean for it to happen, but with the stress I've been having lately, I needed something to distract myself from it and Tonya just happened to been there.
Sure, I could have gone to Asia, but how could I when half the time she doesn't want to be bothered? She especially didn't now since she's started working again. I was glad that she was, but she'd started distancing herself from me. We hadn't had sex since that day in the motel room, and I was now horny as hell. I knew Tonya could supply my needs, but I was trying really hard to work on my marriage to Asia, so I was trying my best to be a good man and not cave in to Tonya's advances.
"We had a lot of fun, but now, I have to be faithful to my wife. We have to work on our marriage."
"Do you really want to? From my perspective, you two are pretty much over."
I laughed. "You want my marriage to be over."
"I would be lying if I said I didn't want it to be. I've had a thing for you since I first saw you; even though you're married, I knew you would be mine."
"That's your problem: I'm not yours."
"Not now, but you will be."
I continued working on the tags, then she came behind me and put her hands around me. She unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, and her hand moved to my boxers.
"I bet you won't tell me to stop," she whispered and kissed my neck.
Tonya began stroking me, and my hands gripped the edge of the table.
"Tell me to stop," she whispered again, and her hand moved faster.
I turned around, nearly pushing her over, and pulled her to me. I quickly pulled down her shorts and sat her on the table. She pulled my jeans down further and reached down to grab her shorts. She reached into her pocket and held up a condom.
"You had that in your pocket?" I asked.
She smiled. "Because I knew you'd want it."
I took it from her then kissed her. I said I wouldn't be with her again, but why wouldn't I when she's throwing it at me? This would be the last time.
Asia
It was hard for me to come into work. After what happened with Bryon and me, I didn't know how things would be between us. I just had to do my best and hope that 5 PM would come soon.
I was at my desk looking over a presentation when the office door opened. Bryon walked in, looking oh-so-fine dressed in a light gray summer suit and a white dress shirt. I relaxed and continued looking at my computer.
"Hey. How are you?" he asked, putting a coffee cup on my desk.
"I'm great. How about yourself?"
"I'm good. I brought your coffee."
I smiled. "You didn't have to."
"I know, but I was going to the coffeehouse, and it wouldn't have been right if I didn't get you anything."
"Of course."
"Listen, about last night..."
"It's okay. We both agreed we should only associate at work."
"But I do want you to have a place to go to write. I know it's hard to do where you're staying, so I wanted to give you this," he said, holding out a key.
"What is this?"
"It's a key to Jason's place he had before marrying Maxine. He kept it just in case he needed it."
"Oh really?"
"He likes to prepare for everything. Anyway, I just thought you might want to use it if you want to just get away or to live in. It's up to you."
"And Jason is okay with this?"
"He's the one who suggested it."
My eyes grew wide. "You told him about my living arrangements?"
"It's not as bad as you think, Asia. He just thought it would help you concentrate. Maxine thought the same thing. By the way, she loves your story so far."
"Thanks, I guess."
"I don't know why you're upset about this; it's a great way for you to relax and unwind."
"It is, but you didn't have to spread my living situation to everyone."
"I didn't."
"One person is more than enough."
Bryon sighed. "Just because I said I would stay away from you doesn't mean I stopped caring about you. You're a great person, A. I just want you to get back on your feet and do better for yourself, that's all. But here's the key; if you want to use it, you can."
I nodded. "Thanks."
"No problem. Now, what are you working on?"
"The Howard campaign. I was trying to figure out what works best since its target is men."
"I think I should step in on this," he said with a grin.
"I'm sure you can."
He glanced at me, and my eyes lowered to the desk. He lifted my chin so I could look at him.
"I don't want you to be nervous around me. We can still be cool like we were before."
"I know, but it's kind of hard with everything that's happened."
"Maybe so, but I'm willing to try. I'd rather have you as a friend than you not be in my life at all, Asia."
My heart started pounding as his hand slowly massaged my shoulder. The thought of him caressing my body at his place went through my mind, sending tingles all over me. I shouldn't have come to work.
"Damn. I'm sorry, Asia."
"It's cool, Bryon."
"No, it's not. I can't be around you for one minute without wanting to touch you. After last night, I can't stop thinking about you. Asia, I want to be with you."
"I can't be with you though."
"I know you can't, but you want to."
He pulled me up from my chair and led me to the conference table. He lay me down, staring at me as his hand disappeared under my dress. I tilted my head back, and his fingers touched me, sending waves of pleasure through me.
He continued staring at me while two of his fingers moved inside of me and another rubbed my clit. The sensation became too much for me, and my body jerked. He bent down, pushed my panties to the side, and slowly licked my clit. My body was on fire. He'd done it again, teasing me. I needed him to stop playing and finish because my body couldn't take it.
"Bryon, please."
I could tell he didn't know what to do. His expression was a mix of guilt and lust like he wanted to continue but knew he shouldn't.
"Fuck it," He groaned and pushed my dress up. He pulled my panties off and grabbed my hips, pulling me to the edge of the table. He sat me up, spread my legs, then had his way with me. His rough, yet gentle manner made me melt. His hands were around me, pulling me closer while his tongue licked my outer lips. Once his tongue went inside, I wrapped my legs around him, grinding myself onto him. He leaned me back on the table, pulled down my dress and bra straps then grabbed my breast. I grabbed his neck as he licked and sucked on me, sending multiple waves through me.
"Fuck!" I cried out.
My legs gripped him even more tightly, and I had another orgasm. I continued moving on him, because his tongue game was definitely on point.
I lay on the table, exhausted as he stood up. He looked at me then pulled me up to face him. He grabbed my hair and kissed me, which turned me on even more since my taste was on him. He pull
ed away and shook his head.
"Damn, you taste good."
I smiled. "I can't believe you just did that."
"I had to. And based on your reaction, you didn't mind at all."
"I probably should, but I didn't."
"You're making it hard to stay away from."
"You're doing the same to me."
We were gazing at each other when the door opened, and Jason walked in. I quickly jumped off the table, and Bryon put a hand behind his head. Jason walked over and noticed my panties were on the floor. I quickly grabbed them and put them behind my back.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked with a curious look.
"No, nothing at all. Uh, Asia, if you want, you can take the rest of the day off," Bryon said, rubbing his chin.
"That's okay, I think I'd rather stay here."
"Why don't both of you take the rest of the day off?" Jason suggested, looking at Bryon.
I took a deep breath. "Jason, it's not what you think."
"It isn't? Weren't you two doing something before I came in here?"
"Bro –"
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