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While I am acutely aware that a hand is on the back of my thigh I know only one of two people could possibly be touching me right now. As Ms. Herald seems to be focusing on her computer using both hands to type, my deduction skills lead me to only one other...Mr. Payne. My wide eyes dart down to see him watching me with his usual stoic expression. I turn my gaze to the room and notice no one is paying any attention to us; their eyes fixate on the large screen in the back of the room awash with scrutinized bullet points.
I miss him. His touch, his scent, God, his voice I long for it all. But this can’t be. While two months ago I might have been happy having a quick fling with Mr. Payne, now I desire something greater. He may want more of me physically, but I require an emotional depth that I am realizing he isn’t capable of, at least with me.
So with great pain and bitterness I reach behind my skirt and push his hand away. Leaning down toward his assistant I inquire if she wants a beverage. Smiling sweetly she asks for water. I turn to Mr. Payne.
“Let me guess, coffee...black...like your soul.” I smirk and walk to the drink cart. After I prepare the coffee and grab the water bottle I return placing the bottle in front of Ms. Herald. She grins up at me and rips off the cap taking a healthy guzzle.
“Your coffee Mr. Payne.” I whisper to him. As he takes it from my hand our fingers touch causing my skin to prickle and sending shivers straight to my core. I close my eyes and take a deep breath trying to keep a moan from escaping.
Knowing I have to get away from him I rush off to my chair making the mistake of glancing up once I am seated to encounter Mr. Payne’s eyes focused solely on me. His magnetic gaze holds mine causing the sound to drown out only to be replaced by the loud beating of my heart. My skin tingles as heat grows inside. I feel hot and very, very wet.
How can one man’s eyes do this to me? My insides are melting and I know if the lights were up in the room everyone would wonder why my skin is flush. Everyone, except Mr. Payne.
The meeting goes on around us but we can’t seem to look away from one another. Before I realize it the lights flicker on breaking me from Mr. Payne’s hold. I turn my head to see a smiling Mr. Mitchell packing up his laptop. Various conversations go on around me as everyone gets up to leave. When I glance back to Mr. Payne’s chair it’s empty and I find him walking around the table to talk to Mr. Mitchell. After a few moments Mr. Mitchell turns to me.
“Ms. Drake I need you to stay behind. Mr. Payne has a few questions for you in regards to your former employment with him. After you two are done talking come to my office so we can go over the notes.”
Mr. Mitchell’s eyes are cemented to the floor as he speaks to me. I nod in response and wonder if he can even see my head move. Before I know it the room is empty and Mr. Payne walks to the door to close it...and locks the door.
Henrik turns to me, his expression telling me everything at once. There is to be no discussion about my work here or at Mimir. This is the ‘more’ he wants from me. “You can fight this Morgana. You are a strong woman. Sex is more than sexual attraction, good looks and arousal.” My Brain points out to me. “No, Brain it’s not. It can be more but not always. Right now that is all Mr. Payne wants and I am starting to get tired of fighting because as much as I want more from him romantically I still very much want the sex too.” Brain freaks when I say this yelling something about getting caught and then getting fired from two jobs for the same thing in a month. I shove her in a room and lock the door.
“Morgana I missed you.” Mr. Payne explains as he strolls up to me.
“You knew where I lived. If you missed me so much then why didn’t you contact me?”
He is not getting off that easy. I put my hands on my hips to emphasis how determined I am. I am not really determined but I want him to think so.
He bites his lower lip and slowly releases it, of course making my eyes stare at his mouth. He tasted so good when he was at my apartment. I wonder if he still tastes that wonderful.
Mr. Payne brings his finger to the side of my neck by my ear and slowly traces a path down to the edge of my blouse.
“I know where you live. But if I remember correctly it was you who told me to leave. I figured you didn’t want to see me again.”
I lean back gripping the edge of the conference table and sigh.
“It doesn’t matter now. I see you easily got your job back and a cute little assistant to boot.”
Henrik grabs my hips and before I have time to react he pushes me up on the table. He hitches my skirt up, grabbing my panties and pulling them off before placing them in his jacket pocket. Separating my legs he moves closer to me. I look up into his hooded gaze and feel the warmth of his hands on my thighs.
“Are you jealous Morgana?” The bastard smirks and I just want to slap it off his face and then violently attack it with my tongue and lips.
He chuckles as his hands leave my thighs and move up to my blouse to begin unfastening the buttons. I let him. Every glance, word, and touch he gives me burns and God help me I want more. His hands finally push back the fabric and the red lace of my bra releasing my breasts. Henrik bends and takes a nipple into his mouth while his hand massages the other. I arch into him as a small moan escapes my mouth.
His hand drops from my breast to slip between my thighs as his fingers glide inside and I gasp from the intrusion. He stands, releasing my firm nipple from his lips. I start to grind against his hand while staring into his darkening eyes. As I inhale his minty spice scent my mind is flooded with him doing this exact same thing to me in another building just a few months ago. I try to focus on him, now but the realization that so much has changed in this short time. I don’t care what he tells me, I know he has feelings for me even if he is too chicken shit to admit it.
“Don’t be jealous of Ms. Herald. She is barely competent at her job. She makes your face plants look like an ingenious client negotiation. Besides I like my assistants to be intelligent and...know what they want.”
I reach for his hand between my legs to gain control of something, but my grasp loosens as I become all too aware of my body’s shift toward a climax. His other hand releases my breast to unfasten and unzip his pants. I lick my lips in expectation of what he will reveal to me.
As he pulls out his cock I notice something, it’s big. Not run-away-in-fear large, but bigger then I have ever experienced. As he pumps into me with his fingers his other hand works his cock.
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for the past month. I dream about how you look when you come. I need this Morgana. God I need you.”
It’s all I need to hear and my muscles contract as my climax consumes me. All goes dark and I hurtle upward as I feel my voice release a noise, though I have no idea how loud or what sound I have made. Everything is a blur.
As I open my eyes again I see Mr. Payne gritting his teeth and his cock is shiny and red. I make the decision it’s angry. Mad that it isn’t inside me.
“Fuck me Henrik. Please fuck me.”
He lowers his pants and underwear and out of nowhere comes a condom wrapper that he rips open. Where did that come from?
“Did you think you would get lucky today?” I ask wanting to know why he has a condom on him in the middle of the day to come to a meeting.
He laughs and shakes his head as he rolls it onto his dick.
“No. But after last time in case I ever ran into you I never wanted to be unprepared again.”
Henrik grabs my hips pulling me closer to the edge as he rubs the tip to my entrance. His eyes flicker up to mine and a smirk appears just as he impales me. My head falls back as the sharp jolt of heat rips me in half.
“Oh god Morgana. You are so...uh...this is better than I could have imagined. Fuck!”
His thrusts start off slow to allow me to adjust to his size but soon pick up as he exhales a grunt. I lift my head to see him watching me but especially my mouth.
I bring my hand around his neck and pull him to me. My lips crash onto his and his tongue comes looking for mine. The kiss is deep and aggressive but I feel reluctance from him, as if he is holding something back. Never thought a kiss could communicate that but then I haven’t really been with a lot of winners in my time. “Told you.” My Mouth decides right now to gloat. “Uh, Mouth, I am being fucked on a conference table right now, could you come back later to make your point?” Mouth nods and then stares dreamily at Mr. Payne.
Henrik lowers me back until I am lying on the table before breaking our kiss to stand. His thumb seeks my clit while his other hand reaches from my breast.
“You are so beautiful Morgana. I need you to come for me. I can’t last much longer.”
He didn’t even really need to say anything because a few flicks of his thumb and I break. I tighten around him. As my head shakes from the intensity I hear him cry out my name as his thrusts slow and finally still.
Henrik collapsed on my stomach and we both stay silent for a minute with only the sounds of our breaths filling the room. As he stands he reaches out a hand to help me down. I look up at him and wonder if he wants the same as me now or if this was just to get me out of his system?
There is an awkward moment and he finally breaks it by walking to the door and opening it.
“Thank you Ms. Drake. Good luck with your new job.”
He doesn’t even face me as he says the words, just turns his head slightly with his back to me, like we just finished a discussion about the air-speed velocity of a swallow. After he speaks he slips past the door frame and out of my life, again. I sit in one of the chairs shocked by how nonchalantly he can walk away. I think he just answered the question I had in my head a moment ago.
Hearing some voices in the hall I stand and try to fix my hair as I see Mr. Mitchell walk into the room.
“There you are. I have been waiting for a while. I guess Mr. Payne needed...” His eyes stare at something on the table and I turn to see what it is. A condom wrapper. Fuck!
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57. THE Welcome Home
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55. THE Strange
54. THE Question
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52. THE Teacher
51. THE Discussion
50. THE Mommy
49. THE Bar Fly
48. THE Watchful Eye
47. THE Big Guns
46. THE Never
45. THE Feast
44. THE Bathroom Threesome
43. THE Pee Pee
42. THE Fine
41. THE Shirt Attack
40. THE Police Song
39. THE Discovery
38. THE Pull
37. THE Aria Show
36. THE Switch Up
35. THE Delivery
34. THE Scheme
33. THE Drink
32. THE Uncomfortable Silence
31. THE Online Experience
30. THE Same Old Shi
29. THE Talk
28. THE Drunk Dial
27. THE Birthday
26. THE Meeting
25. THE New Job
24. THE Disagreement
23. THE Big Movie
22. THE Sleepover
21. THE Club
20. THE Leave
19. THE Beggar
18. THE Confrontation
17. THE Jackoff
16. THE Bathroom
15. THE Joint
14. THE Let Down
13. THE Truce
12. THE Phone Call
11. THE Assistant
10. THE New Year
9. THE Payneful Reminder
8. THE Holiday Party
7. THE Zipper Incident
6. THE Cake
5. THE Incident
4. THE Paperwork
3. THE Letter
2. THE After Effects
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