Don't Forget About Me: A Second Chance Amnesia Romance

by Eva Luxe

  “And I should probably mention the fact that you told me to say something if anyone way making me feel uncomfortable.” At that, he backs away from me, clearly hurt and surprised. I take the opportunity to move away from him.

  “Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asks, crossing his arms like a frustrated child. In my eyes, he’s frustrated in more ways than one.

  I look up at him in surprise. That was not where I thought this was going at all.

  “What?” I say, looking toward him. “You’re honestly the last person who makes me feel uncomfortable. In fact, I feel like you’re one of the few people I can talk to.”

  “Really?” he asks, clearly pleased with himself. I look at him and watch as a delayed thought crosses his mind. “Is there someone making you uncomfortable?”

  “Well, you weren’t wrong about Gabe,” I say, almost embarrassed. Gabe had been coming by my cubicle almost every day for the past week. He’d flirt and joke and try to make physical contact. He’d sit down on my desk and would rake his eyes over my body without so much as a single moment of consideration for me.

  “I’ll talk to him,” Boyd says. I nod in appreciation, my smile widening as he looks back at me. I turn and look back toward the book case. Much safer territory.

  “So, what did you want to see me for?” I ask him, picking up the book that he had previously set down on the desk. I begin looking through it again, feeling his eyes on me.

  I look up at him and meet his gaze. He truly is incredibly handsome. His eyes pierce my own with their dark intensity. His jaw line is so well defined that I imagine I’d cut myself if I trailed my finger along it. His lips are the perfect shape and size to envelop my own. A kiss so soft it would probably feel like feathers. And at the same time would probably radiate all the way down to my toes. Rationally, I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way about my boss. Despite the fact that he’s old enough to have raised me, I can already hear the Pastor’s voice in my head telling me that I’m heading in the wrong, and most certainly sinful, direction. But there’s just something about Boyd that makes me want more. And it’s the first time that I’ve ever truly wanted more. I don’t want that feeling to slip away without so much as a second glance.

  He walks over to me and once again takes the book from my hands. Our fingers touch for a moment and the sensation sends shivers through my entire body. I put my hands behind my back to stave off the nervous, yet excited, shaking.

  “You’ve got plenty of time for reading outside of the office,” Boyd says. His voice is husky and deep and extremely close to my ear. The heat coming off him is palpable, but I don’t move away. “And what I had in mind doesn’t involve any dusty old books.”

  “I don’t mind dusty old books. In fact, I’m quite fond of them,” I say, smiling. He smiles back teasingly. “But what did you have in mind?” I ask even though I know exactly what he has in mind. I may be a virgin but I’m not a nun. I know when a man is hitting on me. And I know whether I return the feelings or not.

  Boyd puts his large hands on my waist and pulls me to him, his face mere inches from mine. He breathes me in, his lips grazing my ear. I let out a moan and feel immediately embarrassed. I clap a hand over my mouth and try to pull away, but he stops me, his hands grasping the fabric of my blouse.

  “Don’t feel embarrassed, Grace” he says, his lips on my neck. “Embrace your feelings of desire. I know I’m going to embrace mine.”

  The thoughts running through my head are outrageous ones. I can’t believe that this older man is showing the slightest interest in me, let alone wanting to express his interest right here in his office. I push him away from me, almost roughly. He looks at me with surprise.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, it’s just that…” He places his hands around me again, this time, squeezing my ass. My pelvis thrusts toward his and I can feel his desire hardening against my leg. I push him away again, this time more gently.

  “I’m a virgin,” I say quickly, wanting to get it over with. I look away from him in embarrassment and make to walk away from him. But he stops me by placing a single finger underneath my jaw, guiding my face back towards his.

  “We can fix that,” he says, a smile emerging on his face. He lets go of me and beings unbuckling his pants, sliding the belt out through the loops. “We’ll start with the basics.”

  He tosses the belt to the floor and his pants fall to his ankles. The briefs he’s wearing protrude in all the right places. His want for me doesn’t go unnoticed. I keep my eyes on his waist as he sticks both thumbs under the elastic band on his briefs. He slowly brings them down and his cock springs free. It’s larger than I had anticipated. In fact, it’s enormous. I can only imagine my eye look like they’re popping out of my head, like a silly cartoon character.

  “Like what you see?” Boyd asks, a sheepish grin on his face. I assume my entire being has turned into a cartoon character as this point, ready to explode like an ACME bomb. I simply nod my head, because I do like what I see. I like it a lot.

  “Come get a better look,” Boyd says, turning around and walking back behind his desk, his cock standing at attention. I catch a glimpse of an extremely firm buttock but it’s nothing compared to his penis. I can’t seem to take my eyes off it. Although I had been on a few dates here and there and dated a few boys over the years, I had never even come close to anything sexual with any of them. It had always been something I had been told to wait for and that I would know the right person when they came along.

  He sits down on his office chair and spreads his legs wide. He looks at me and I walk around the desk toward him. I kneel in front of him and cautiously put my hands on his thighs. They’re firm and muscular underneath my hands. He immediately inhales at my touch.

  “Are they too cold? I ask, pulling my hands away. He shakes his head and I put them back on his skin, feeling the soft firm flesh against my fingers.

  “I’m not sure how…” I say, trying not to feel embarrassed. He doesn’t seem to mind my naiveté about sex. In fact, it seems to turn him on more.

  “I’ll show you how.” He leans forward and takes my hands in his, guiding them towards his pulsating cock. I place my fingers around his dick and the feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experience before.

  “Run your fingers along the tip, in a circular motion,” Boyd says I do as I’m told. The tip of his member is warm and pulsating with desire. I watch as Boyd grabs the edge of his desk chair, grasping them tightly in his hands. This must be driving him crazy. I smile at the prospect, getting more and more comfortable by the minute.

  “Now, str…“ Boyd starts to speak but I’m way ahead of him. I put both hands on his lovely cock and begin stroking up and down. The move slowly, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible. I notice a little something start to seep from the tip of his penis.

  “Are you…” I ask, letting on to my uncertainties. I don’t want this to be over just yet.

  “No, not even close,” Boyd says, looking between my face and his rock-hard cock. “It’s just pre-cum. You’ll know it when the real show starts. I’ll be sure to give you amble warning.” He lays his head back again his chair and breathes deeply. “Go on, Grace. You’re doing great.”

  At that, I continue to stroke his penis in an upward and downward motion, watching as more pre-cum escapes from his penis. As I get more comfortable with the act I’m perpetrating, I start to follow my instincts. I lick the tip of his penis lightly and Boyd responds in stride, his knuckles whitening against the arms of his chair.

  I surprise myself by liking the taste of him. The sensation is so erotic that I want more. And for once in my sheltered life, I’m going for what I want.

  I take his cock in my mouth and let the head slide along my tongue. I start to make a swirling motion and feel Boyd’s hands running through my hair, letting out a groan of encouragement. I pull back and consider his face. He bites his lip and I take him in my mouth again. This time, pressing his con
siderable girth against the back of my throat. I grasp his thighs tighter and take him nearly every inch of him into my mouth. I slowly pull back, sucking as I go, and making a popping sound as my lips move past his head. I lock eyes with Boyd, dragging my tongue along the length of his penis and suck on just the tip. His hands guide my head back to his cock and I start sucking again, pressing him deep inside my throat. I suck harder and deeper with each stroke, keeping eye contact with him the entire time.

  “I’m so close, Grace,” Boyd says, and I take that as the signal to back off. I slide his spit covered cock out of my mouth and watch as he ejaculates just to the left of my face. Boyd’s body shudders as his cock releases the built up tension. He looks at me and stands up. “That was amazing, Grace. You’re a real natural. However, I didn’t think you’d enjoy a face full of my cum just yet. Maybe next time.” He pulls his briefs back on but leaves his pants on the other side of the room.

  I can’t help but think that I’d enjoy the prospect of doing this again. And soon. I surprise myself at the thought of wanting to do more with Boyd. I hadn’t thought I’d actually like giving him a blow job but it was surprisingly pleasant. Despite almost choking, of course. But I also can’t help but feel like he’s not going to look at me the same way after this. As if I’m just some slutty girl who tries to get ahead by sleeping with the boss. But I can’t let him think that way of me. I won’t let him.

  Chapter 6 – Boyd

  Grace makes to get up to leave. Her hand reaching towards her mouth to wipe away a few remaining juices. I grab her hand and pull her toward me. I kiss her on the mouth, trailing my tongue along her lips, cleaning up the mess for her. She smiles at me and straightens her blouse and skirt.

  “Before you go,” I say and turn to grab some manila folders off my desk. I push them towards her and she takes them in her arms, holding them against her chest. “None’s the wiser.”

  I hand her a pen and she opens the office door. But not before supplying me with an unreadable look. I question it slightly but feel confident that I’ve caught another one. I smile as she shuts the door.

  I walk back over to my desk and try to get back to work, but distracting thoughts continue to override everything in front of me. I already know what the partners are going to say when I tell them what happened. They’re always questioning my motives with the new hires. But as the boss of a thriving company, I can do whatever I want regardless of anyone’s approval. Or disapproval. However, their concern does not go unwarranted.

  I start rifling through papers on my desk, pants still on the floor on the other side of the room. It usually takes a minute or two for my penis to truly become flaccid, so I sit there with just my briefs on, attempting to get some work done.

  The thought of Grace makes me think of my ex-fiancé. The thought goes rancid in my mind as I don’t want to associate Grace, someone who’s kind and sweet and can take a cock like a champ, with someone who has only ever caused me pain and anguish. You’d think that getting jilted at the alter would leave me with feelings of resentment toward her, but all I feel is sadness. Sadness for myself and for how she must have been feeling to do something so cruel to another person. I know that it’s irrational to think that all women are capable of such cruelty but the thought still crosses my mind every time I meet a new woman. And that’s why this behavior has continued every few months in the several years since the broken engagement. A string of endless flings is just what I need. I don’t need anything serious. Commitment will only cause heartbreak. And I’ve had enough of that for a life time.

  And yet, there’s something about Grace. The way she carries herself and takes her job, but not herself, too seriously. The way she smiles, genuinely smiles at me, takes my breath away. I can’t help but feel a connection to her and I don’t mean the connection we just shared while she was sucking my cock. It was something more than that. Although, I could probably just chalk that feeling up to her being a virgin. She seemed very skilled for someone who had never given head before. She gave it way better than my ex-fiancé and seemed to genuinely want to please me. The next time she comes around, and I already know there’s going to be a next time, I’ll have to be sure to return the favor.

  Chapter 7 – Grace

  On the drive home, I can’t get Boyd out of my mind. The feel of his dick inside my mouth was unlike anything I had ever felt before. And even though I almost choked, it almost made it even hotter. And that kiss he gave me before I left the office. It told me that he maybe wanted something more than just a sexual fling. But could he? And with me? I shouldn’t even be doing anything sexual with him at all. I should be steering clear of him and the temptation that he brings. After leaving his office, I headed straight for the ladies room. As predicted, my panties were soaked. Next time, I would have to remember to bring an extra pair just in case. The thought takes over and I know I’d like him to return the favor. For I can’t help but wonder what that tongue would feel like entering where only a vibrator has gone before.

  I pull into the driveway and sit in the car for a moment, trying to compose myself. Andrew’s car is also parked in the driveway and I know full well that I have to confess my sins. I just don’t know how to say it.

  I hear the front door open and Andrew walks out of the house, carrying the garbage. He sees me and waves. I give him a weak wave back. He puts the garbage down and comes over to the passenger side window. He knocks and I unlock the door for him. He slides into the car and looks at me, concerned.

  “Is everything alright, Grace?” Andrew asks, his hands folded neatly in his lap. “You don’t seem your cheerful self.”

  “That’s because I’m not alright.” I can’t make myself look at him, the shame rising up in me like a flood. My grip tightens on the steering wheel. “I’ve done something shameful and I don’t know how to take it back.” I still can’t bring myself to look at Andrew.

  “What’s happened, Grace?” Andrew asks, his tone gentle. “You can tell me anything.” He puts his hand on my shoulder, comforting me. The familiar touch helps to alleviate some of the built up tension.

  “I don’t know how to tell you this,” I start, but I’m not sure where I should even finish. I can’t tell him everything that happened. He might kick me out of the house. I’m extra careful to make sure he doesn’t know I masturbate, let alone, that I just sucked my boss’s dick. Which I’m hoping to do again in the very near future. The mere thought frightens me and I put my head in my hands, ashamed at my sinful thoughts. I have to tell someone or I might explode.

  “I think I have feelings for my boss,” I say, deciding not to go into any excruciating detail. I don’t want to risk the life I have here with Andrew and Colleen. It’s all I have.

  “You do?” Andrew says, looking directly at me. “Has anything come of it? Physically? Or are you just thinking these thoughts?”

  “I’m just thinking these thoughts,” I say, knowing that I could never tell him the actual truth of what happened. The fact that I’m lying to someone who’s only been kind to me makes my stomach twist into knots. “Nothing has come of it. He probably doesn’t feel the same way. I mean, he is my boss after all.”

  “Yes, he is your boss,” Andrew says, folding and refolding his hands on his lap. He’s unsure of what to say to me. I’ve never seen him unsure before. This concerns me more than anything. “I’m unsure of what to say to you other than you have to be careful. You can’t let this man lead you into temptation. Staying pure is the best thing for you. It will give you a life of fulfillment and prosperity. You cannot sleep with him. You must trust yourself and know that God has a bigger plan for you. And it’s not with an older man to whom you work under. You and I both know He would not approve.” Andrew finishes his speech and looks at me. I finally meet his gaze, but find so solace in his words. In fact, it makes me feel that much worse.

  “I know He doesn’t approve,” I say, looking away from him and out through the windshield. “That’s why I wanted to speak with you ab
out this. To have you remind me what I’m meant to be doing.”

  “Thank you for telling me this, Grace,” Andrew says, making to leave the car. “It’s very grown up of you to recognize a situation that can lead to danger. It’s extremely important now that you stand your ground and stay away from this man as much as you can. You’re a strong and intelligent woman. I know you’ll make the right choice.” He gets out of the car and closes the door behind him. I watch as he picks the abandoned garbage back up and puts it in the bin at the end of the driveway.

  Stay away from Boyd as much as I can? How do I even do that? He’s my boss. I can’t just ignore him. This has gotten way too complicated, way too fast. And I know that I’m the one to blame for all of this.

  ***

  The next day at work, I try my best to avoid Boyd. But that’s kind of difficult when he’s the boss and I’m his assistant. During the Monday morning meeting, I keep sneaking glances over at him at moments when every other coworker is doing the same. It helps that he’s speaking to the entire group for a long length of time. It gives me an excuse to look at his beautiful face and those lips that I wish were on mine right now. No, I can’t have these feelings right now. Not in a conference room full of people. I look back towards my note pad and take careful notes of what he’s saying. Making sure not to look at him too much. Otherwise, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep these thoughts at bay.

  Later in the afternoon, Boyd calls me into his office and I know that there’s no way that I can refuse to see him. I take longer than usual but eventually walk toward his office, lust and shame bubbling up inside me.

  Chapter 8 – Boyd

  It takes Grace several minutes longer than usual to come to my office. I would have thought that after all those longing looks in the meeting that she would be nothing but anxious to see me. I know I’m anxious to see her. I spent the entire weekend thinking about her and wanting it to be Monday morning. I have never in my entire life, wanted a weekend to be over and for it to be Monday morning. But Grace does something to me. All I want to do is be near her and spend time with her.