head fell back. He drove into me one final time. His body shuddered and released.
“I’m cumming , I’m cumming !” I cried out seconds after him, and savored the release of his seed filling my womb.
Upon opening my eyes, I returned to reality, and pushed at Drake’s solid chest.
“We mustn’t get caught by the boss,” I teased, smiling up at him.
“The boss isn’t through with you yet.”
He kissed my neck and sucked on the pulse points.
“Seriously, Drake…this…I can’t think when you do that.”
“I don’t want you to think , just feel me,” he crooned.
“ Querdio , I feel you, every sweet inch of you.”
His sex had come back alive, stretching and throbbing inside of my womb.
“I have a lot of work on my desk. Ms. Phillips expects it to be done by the end of the day.”
“Tell her I gave you a special project. You’re to see to the personal needs of the CEO.”
Drake pushed out and glided back inside of me. Soon, I was lost in our making love again, and work was momentarily forgotten.
§
I returned to my office two hours later—but not before I made quick use of his private bathroom. I brushed my teeth and touched up my makeup, while Drake watched me as if he were in a drunken-stupor.
“We’re taking two-hour lunches these days, Ms. Ruiz?” Ms. Phillips questioned me as she eased up behind me. Her appearance startled me, but I met her stare head-on.
Ms. Phillips was a beautiful woman. She had an hourglass figure, dark curly hair, emerald green eyes that spoke eloquently. She had a model appearance, but she was smart as a whip. The rumor around the office was that she was in love with the boss.
“No, Dra—Mr . Hart had some questions about the revisions I made to the Donnelly’s account,” I quickly returned. No one must know about our relationship, I thought.
“Was Drake pleased with the revision?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.
“Good, because we must keep the boss happy,” she said, staring at me in a strange way.
My right hand slipped up to my neck and felt the sting already from Drake’s lavishing my neck. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Was there a telltale sign for her to know what we were really doing in that office? I wondered.
“I want those files completed, on my desk before you leave, today.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I ended working late to clear off my desk. Drake had meetings for the rest of the afternoon. That night, he tucked me into bed as we tried out phone sex. His deep sexy voice had me cumming in minutes of his commanding me how to pleasure myself.
Chapter Six
Drake and I met every chance his business demands would allow us. He took me to exclusive 5-star restaurants or we met at his home. Each time, the sex got hotter, if that was at all possible. His spontaneity, his stamina, fed me like no other man. I was falling deeper in love with my boss.
Valentine’s Day, the day for lovers was less than a week away. I’d planned a romantic dinner for two, at my home. Drake had never been to my condo. The meal would be a seafood feast—steamed oysters and shrimps, barbecue salmon, a garden salad, and for dessert he could have his choice of chocolate covered strawberries or me. Oysters and strawberries were high in zinc. I wanted our testosterones fully aroused that evening so that we could give each other hours of pleasure.
I entered my office Monday morning, after an incredible weekend with Drake. On my desk sat a crystal vase with two dozen, ruby red, long stemmed roses. It brought an immediate smile to my lips, and I instantly thought of him .
He was generous, and had showered me these past weeks with little gifts: flowers, stuffed teddy bears and books because he knew I love reading romance novels. I closed my eyes; imagined Drake standing beside me, running his naughty fingertips up my sensitive, inner thighs. Instantly, I tingled all over. Goose pumps covered my flesh, and my desire for him quickly coated the crotch of
“I’m cumming , I’m cumming !” I cried out seconds after him, and savored the release of his seed filling my womb.
Upon opening my eyes, I returned to reality, and pushed at Drake’s solid chest.
“We mustn’t get caught by the boss,” I teased, smiling up at him.
“The boss isn’t through with you yet.”
He kissed my neck and sucked on the pulse points.
“Seriously, Drake…this…I can’t think when you do that.”
“I don’t want you to think , just feel me,” he crooned.
“ Querdio , I feel you, every sweet inch of you.”
His sex had come back alive, stretching and throbbing inside of my womb.
“I have a lot of work on my desk. Ms. Phillips expects it to be done by the end of the day.”
“Tell her I gave you a special project. You’re to see to the personal needs of the CEO.”
Drake pushed out and glided back inside of me. Soon, I was lost in our making love again, and work was momentarily forgotten.
§
I returned to my office two hours later—but not before I made quick use of his private bathroom. I brushed my teeth and touched up my makeup, while Drake watched me as if he were in a drunken-stupor.
“We’re taking two-hour lunches these days, Ms. Ruiz?” Ms. Phillips questioned me as she eased up behind me. Her appearance startled me, but I met her stare head-on.
Ms. Phillips was a beautiful woman. She had an hourglass figure, dark curly hair, emerald green eyes that spoke eloquently. She had a model appearance, but she was smart as a whip. The rumor around the office was that she was in love with the boss.
“No, Dra—Mr . Hart had some questions about the revisions I made to the Donnelly’s account,” I quickly returned. No one must know about our relationship, I thought.
“Was Drake pleased with the revision?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.
“Good, because we must keep the boss happy,” she said, staring at me in a strange way.
My right hand slipped up to my neck and felt the sting already from Drake’s lavishing my neck. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Was there a telltale sign for her to know what we were really doing in that office? I wondered.
“I want those files completed, on my desk before you leave, today.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I ended working late to clear off my desk. Drake had meetings for the rest of the afternoon. That night, he tucked me into bed as we tried out phone sex. His deep sexy voice had me cumming in minutes of his commanding me how to pleasure myself.
Chapter Six
Drake and I met every chance his business demands would allow us. He took me to exclusive 5-star restaurants or we met at his home. Each time, the sex got hotter, if that was at all possible. His spontaneity, his stamina, fed me like no other man. I was falling deeper in love with my boss.
Valentine’s Day, the day for lovers was less than a week away. I’d planned a romantic dinner for two, at my home. Drake had never been to my condo. The meal would be a seafood feast—steamed oysters and shrimps, barbecue salmon, a garden salad, and for dessert he could have his choice of chocolate covered strawberries or me. Oysters and strawberries were high in zinc. I wanted our testosterones fully aroused that evening so that we could give each other hours of pleasure.
I entered my office Monday morning, after an incredible weekend with Drake. On my desk sat a crystal vase with two dozen, ruby red, long stemmed roses. It brought an immediate smile to my lips, and I instantly thought of him .
He was generous, and had showered me these past weeks with little gifts: flowers, stuffed teddy bears and books because he knew I love reading romance novels. I closed my eyes; imagined Drake standing beside me, running his naughty fingertips up my sensitive, inner thighs. Instantly, I tingled all over. Goose pumps covered my flesh, and my desire for him quickly coated the crotch of
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