Working Desires: A Dirty Office Romance Boxset

by Hazel Keys

  I lose my breath when he begins kissing my nipples and sending chills down my spine. Butterflies are in my stomach as he takes me—without hesitation. He wants me, he desires me as a woman, not just a friend. It’s a side of him I always wondered about…and only now do I see coming out. I’m powerless to resist. He can do anything he wants to me, as long as he keeps looking at me with those love-stricken blue eyes.

  I’m almost embarrassed at how wet I am, but it turns him on immensely and he starts grunting and singing little hums into my lips as we continue to kiss. He touches my wet spot and I sigh into his neck. This is the moment I want to last forever.

  A sparkling feeling overtakes me as I start unbuttoning his shirt, seeing his firm chest and tightly fit body. I always peeked at it…I never thought I would see him up close like this. He smiles as I kiss his stomach and work my way up to his chest. Rubbing my face, yes, rubbing my cheeks and forehead all over his body. I love this man…I want him inside me.

  I can hardly look at him when I start unbuckling his belt and anticipating seeing his cock. I feel a little frazzled just thinking about him. How big he is, how hard he is…what his face will look like when he looks down at me and realizes that his dick belongs to me now. That I’m going to pleasure him in ways he never thought possible.

  I take a gulp and try to hide my edgy nerves. I zip him down and pull down his pants. My body is shaking, my mind is spinning and my skin is on fire. I just want him…want him to rub everything of his all over me. I look into his eyes and we both smile, not knowing what to say…but needing to say nothing. This is just a time to feel.

  I pull his blue boxers down and look at his cock. Oh My. It’s every bit as amazing as I thought it was. And my naughty smile delivers him that message perfectly.

  Time escapes us as we kiss and stroke and feel each other’s intimacy. When he finally enters me, after what seems like hours of foreplay, it feels so resolute. So definite.A realization that we will always be together. He will always be a part of me, and I him. There’s no turning back…our friendship is forever changed, but in a wonderful way.

  And yeah it also feels soooo good, when his hardness penetrates me, doing what is natural—what we’ve both thought about for so long. I love the feeling of him pushing in and pulling out, his length…his cock entering my wetness, soothing me, filling me up with no room to spare. I grind against him with all my might and he increases the speed of his thrusts.

  Before we know it, we’re both gasping like lovers. Just so easy to make that jump, from friends to lovers. Like that, we’re sighing and sweating and sliding all over each other’s wetness. We’re soiling the sheets and making more noise than our neighbor’s are probably comfortable with—thank God mother volunteered to stay at the beach and “keep on guard”.

  We roll on top of each other and share our bodies completely—tasting each other, touching each other and loving each other like we’ve been aching to do. I think this is the best sex ever that results from years and years of waiting. Everything we ever did, all those poor decisions, brought us this. That can’t be a coincidence. We were always meant to be like this.

  Like this! I think to myself as I feel myself rocking the bed and losing all control. Like this! I feel myself exploding from within and wetting him so bad—which only makes him hornier—grabbing my ass and encouraging me to throttle him harder. I come so hard and scream his name—oh God! I can’t help but tense by whole body. I grab his chest and paw his nipples, and shake us both into screaming ecstasy.

  Oh thank God the sex was good! That was just one worry out of a million bits of happiness. But when you find a man that knows what he’s doing…thank fucking hallelujah!

  I collapse into his chest snorting, breathing and sighing all over his face, his neck and his chest. He takes me into his arms and smiles in exhaustion. We have nowhere to be, we have nowhere to go but to stay like this…in each other’s arms until we fall asleep and meet in each other’s dreams.

  “I love you… I love you…”

  **

  Picking up seashells from the beach was always one of our favorite pastimes, not only David and I but also some of our other mutual friends who have since moved on with their lives and no longer appreciate the ritual. But we still do…and that’s one of the first things we all did, mother and David and I, picking up seashells from the remains of the waves. I remembered it so well but maybe never fully appreciated it until today.

  Years ago, I don’t think I would have ever foreseen this future: a calm life with David, the man I’ve always loved. Here, at the same place where we built memories. Life has a way of surprising you sometimes. I would have never thought David and I would end up together. Of course, we always thought about it, but we’re also blinded by our fears, doubts and circumstances. It’s so invigorating to remove all doubts, to boil away all insecurities and fall into the arms of someone who would never hurt you. I trust David more than anything. I have given everything to him, and will give him more.

  But dammit, whenever he speaks he only says what I am thinking he will say. I wish I could read his mind, know what he’s thinking behind that polite smile. Do you still love me, now that we both settled our curiosities? Do you still fancy me now that you know you could do anything you set your mind to, you wild boy?

  I don’t want to be one of those women, the ones that become needy or possessive. I just wish he were more communicative. I want to know, I need to know I’m not crazy. That he feels this moment as much as I do.

  We both have walked deeper into the tide and don’t mind it much. The waves reaching our knees isrefreshing. Cold but soft, a wonderful rush to complement a nearly perfect weekend.

  David and I both spot a rather large seashell right the edge of the tide. We both look at it, and then at each other, feeling a spike in competition.

  “Should you get it or me?” he says jokingly.

  “I’ll get it, I’m faster than you!” I say as I swoop in and grab it—a huge thing, and if it’s full it’s got a full crab in it.

  “This shell feels weird,” I say, wiggling my fingers inside but feeling nothing yet…oh wait here’s something.

  “What’s in it?”

  My jaw clenches shut as I pull out a most alarming but beautiful sight. A wedding ring, hidden in a seashell. I almost think it’s a heavenly coincidence until I see David’s face. Smiling, a little teary-eyed and definitely conveying a deep thought to me. He’s every bit in love with me now, as I’ve been with him. It’s been there all along.

  “This is what I want, Amelia. You. I want to marry you. And I want to get married here. Because this is where I fell in love with you the first time.”

  “That was twenty years ago, David…” I whisper, finally allowing myself to cry.

  “Yes it was…” he says, before taking me into his arms and kissing me like I’ve long to been kissed for so many years. It was all right in front of me. He is the owner of my heart, the man of my dreams. It’s a lesson everyone needs to learn, as the antidote to a lifetime of bad choices. Life always gets better. If we just give love a chance.

  ****THE END***

  Attracted to My Best Friend

  Chapter 1:Jake

  “Shoulders out, arms over your head…elbows in…so your breasts are pressed together. Sexy…pull your blouse down some more…show me orgasmic! Straddle me with your eyes!”

  Yeah…I have to admit, there are far worse jobs than mine. Most men in their thirties are clicking buttons or taking phone calls and they hate it. I click buttons and take phone calls too, but I’m also surrounded by beautiful women all day long, beautiful women who are begging me to make them look sexy…and they’re willing to do (almost) anything. Turns out all those geeky photography classes really helped me find my dream job.

  “Jake, do you really think I got what it takes to do nude shots?” supermodel wannabe Kika asked me.

  “Well darling, I’m not going to tell you what you should do either way. I can’t promise
you you’re going to make it as a supermodel. But if you’re asking me, are you drop dead gorgeous? Of course! You’re amazing. You have the eyes of a tigress.”

  Kika smiled and continued posing for me, completely trusting and falling in love. Though I do admit, doing several of these shoots a day, for years and years on end, I can’t really tell the difference between “falling in love” and “falling in love with the camera”. It’s all looks the same after you take your ten thousandth shot.

  I’ve also matured to the point where I realize I’m not going to have sex with most of these women, and frankly, I don’t really think it’s a big loss. A photographer kind of senses that the attraction is one sided—the model is in love with herself. She wants love, she wants compliments…she wants stares and gawking. I make that happen.

  Do I want a piece of it? Usually not…it’s like a gluttonous chef who wants to wolf down his own seven course meal. I make this beautiful art for the consumption of others. Oh sure, I could get it if I wanted it. I’m thirty-two and in good shape with short black hair and a Don Corleone sort of look. It’s just that I’ve outgrown a lot of the dating for sport thing.

  Of course, sometimes I’m reckless about “projecting” myself, or so my friend David once told me. I name-drop a few famous people who I photographed. The actress from that lawyer movie. The reality TV star with that shrill annoying voice.

  “Oh yeah Deniro is a nice guy…” I said, only half-concentrating on the conversation, since I was still snapping pictures.

  “Oh my God, you know Robert Deniro?” Kika said.

  “Well, I’ve worked with him before. I wouldn’t say we’re besties.”

  “But like, you have access to him?”

  “Well yeah…I guess so.”

  She smiled. Oh boy, I thought, another girl who thinks because I know somebody who knows somebody I can get her an audition.

  “But let me be clear,” I said, already sensing she was eying me like a cat eyes a mouse. “I can’t promise anything. I don’t lie to girls telling them I can get them work. That’s a crapshoot, frankly.”

  “You’re very cute when you’re nervous.”

  “I’m not nervous darling,” I said with a half-smile. “I just don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up.”

  “You said I was beautiful, didn’t you?”

  “Of course you are. You’re like Marilyn Monroe reborn. You’re amazing.”

  She giggled and struck another pose…which I got on camera.

  “So?”

  “Making it in show business isn’t about looks, honey. It’s a business where there are a lot of bad people. Creeps, pervs, you know, the usual.”

  “And what…do they all want to have SEX?” she said mockingly. “It’s pretty funny how prudish men are these days. Who cares if I want to sleep my way to the top? I’m worth a million dollars.” She winked.

  “I’m sure you are…worth ten million in my book.”

  She smiled and pressed her boobs together, giving me a look that fries my brain.

  “Damn, girl,” I said, shaking my head. “I will say this. If you’re not a star within three years…Hollywood has lost their minds.”

  She grinned and bit her finger coyly. “So…what do you usually do after a shoot?”

  I smiled back at her with a dazed look, confessing with my eyes that on Friday nights I usually drink, smoke and pleasure some beauty queen just like her…

  “So did she come home with you?” David asked. Amelia was smirking by his side. We all went out to lunch the next day, and naturally the topic of my love life came up. David always seems to get a kick out of hearing how my dates went…most of them were a success, if you know what I mean. So sorry that bothers you, Amelia!

  But this latest one…really didn’t go so well.

  “Honestly, I don’t remember,” I tell him, a bit perplexed.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Just what I said. I have no recollection of what happened. I remember we went back to my place. We had a few more drinks. And then…I woke up this morning.”

  “Wow, that’s weird. You don’t remember making out or…?”

  “Nothing. I either fell asleep or maybe we just both said goodnight. This girl was hot, so if any sex happened I think I would have remembered that!”

  “Hmmph,” Amelia said, folding her arms. “More of that animal magnetism, right? Or must you constantly seduce every woman you meet?”

  I laughed. “I don’t seduce anybody. I’m just not as picky as most other people, what can I say? Call me a sex humanitarian.”

  “You don’t think she drugged you, do you?” David asked.

  “Nah, I checked my room when I woke up. Nothing missing.”

  “And…?”

  “My pants were still in place,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m telling you what happened. I fell asleep and she finally got the point that I wasn’t going to give her photos to Bobby Deniro. She split. I don’t really go for quo pro quo relationships. I try to avoid getting sued.”

  “Smart.”

  Amelia still seemed bitter. “Are you ever going to grow up, Jake?”

  I laughed hard. “What is her problem, David?”

  “No, don’t talk to David,” Amelia corrected me. “I’m asking you. Are you ever going to outgrow this phase where you have to sleep with every girl you meet? How many women have you slept with anyway, a thousand?”

  “Darling,” I laughed again. “The only difference between someone like me and someone like David is that I like to have fun.”

  “I have fun!” David said defensively.

  “I know, I’m just saying…I don’t mind wasting time on go-nowhere relationships. Some people don’t have time to have a bunch of meaningless casual sex. I have lots of time!”

  David laughed. “But the question is, are you still looking for love?”

  “Of course I am,” I answered. “Every guy wants to find love.”

  “I don’t know if you’re capable of love,” Amelia said.

  Just as I shrugged and thought of another poke back to say…David interjected with a brand new idea.

  “You know who he might be good for? Kim. Kim is single again, right?” David looked at Amelia in excitement.

  “Dear God, David,” I said. “Have you already become the miserable matchmaker? This is all you have left in life, to set your friends up?”

  “No, no, I’m just saying Kim seems like a good match for you.”

  “Who is Kim?”

  “No, I don’t think so,” Amelia replied.

  “Why not? What, is she too good for me or something?”

  “Yes, she is!” Amelia said.

  “Oh come on,” David replied. “I just meant Kim is…you know, experienced, like Jake is. And she’s that type of personality that I think he would like.”

  “Is she hot?”

  David looked at Amelia and smiled. “I better let Amelia answer that one.”

  “She is hot,” Amelia said with a smile. “But I still don’t think you’re right for her.”

  “Why?”

  “Because Jake, she is rebounding from a broken relationship. That’s very traumatic for a woman. Guys get over it a lot easier than a woman does.”

  “Says who,” I scoffed in reply.

  “David once told me that you dumped a woman for ordering pizza in a seafood restaurant.”

  I laughed my ass off and so did David!

  “What? Where did you hear that?”

  “From a mutual friend.”

  “That’s ridiculous, I did no such thing.”

  “But would you?” David asked. “Hypothetically?”

  I laughed and shook my head. “Well…I have never done that before. Just want to make that clear. But…if a woman went to a seafood restaurant and then troubled the waiter to bring her back a pizza…that just seems wrong to me!”

  “Aren’t you like, Italian?” Amelia asked. “So don’t you see the hypocrisy there?”

  “He
is not Italian,” David said.

  “Let me ask you this,” I said to Amelia. “This girl Kim…what does she do?”

  “She is a musician.”

  “Wow, that’s kind of cool.”

  “And not just the groupie girl that sings on mic, but she actually writes and plays her own songs.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. BUT like I said, JAKE, she is very vulnerable right now.”

  “Right, because some guy dumped her.”

  “NO, because they both decided to mutually end the relationship. She actually wrote a banjo song called ‘I Don’t Need a Man’.”

  “Wow, smart girl. And feisty, I like that.”

  “What do you think?” David asked excitedly.

  “Okay,” Amelia answered reluctantly. “On one condition.”

  “Conditional fix up dates, how can this go wrong?”

  “Don’t sleep with her.”

  “What?”

  “I know how you are!” Amelia said. “She doesn’t need some creepy guy trying to seduce her when she’s rebounding. She’s very sensitive right now.”

  “You know believe it or not, Amelia, I don’t go around trying to seduce people. I’d say I don’t sleep with like, ninety percent of everybody I shake hands with.”

  “Does that include men or just women?”

  David and I laughed.

  “Okay, fine. I want to meet this Kim. I’ve never known a musician who writes her own music.”

  “Remember the deal. No seducing. No mind games.”

  “Fine, fine, I won’t hypnotize her! I won’t use my amazing Jedi powers!”

  **

  It sounded fun, meeting this girl Kim and chilling out on a double date with my buds David and Amelia. But what was waiting for me that weekend was a total disaster. I did meet this “Kim” person against my better judgment and well…let’s just say she lived up to her reputation as a “rock star”.

  Don’t get me wrong, she was really attractive. She had wavy brunette hair and a thin figure with ample breasts. I could definitely make her into a soap opera star in the photography room.