Come Back To Me (9 page)

You can do this!

Straitening my skirt, I made
my way to the conference room, and swung the door open.
Holy shit!

I was startled to see Grant sitting at
one end of the large oval table. He caught my eyes, and the edges
of his mouth turned up into a slight smile.

What I failed to notice was
that while reading over the paperwork, it was his investment firm
being sued.
Shit, damn, crap!
All I knew was some poor older lady was being
swindled out of her retirement, and our firm was representing
her.

I pushed my shoulders back,
and tried to look as confident as possible, even though I didn’t
feel it. I lay the tape recorder in the center of the table, and
began to question Grant about his involvement in the ordeal. Each
time he answered a question, I saw a hint of playfulness in his
eyes. He was being sued for 3.6 million dollars, and I didn’t see
the playful side of it. It was serious,
very
serious.

As uncomfortable as the situation made
me feel, I was still physically attracted to him, and could feel my
nipples strain against the fabric of my blouse. I clenched my
thighs together to try and stop the throb that had begun, but it
wasn’t helping.

I finally reached the end of
the deposition, shook everyone’s hand, and quickly left the room. I
was stopped part way down the hall by a hand at the small of my
back.
Grant
.

“Hey doll, great job in
there.”

“Thanks.”

“So how about a drink after work, my
treat?”

“Thanks for the offer but that’s not a
good idea.”

“And why not?” he ran his hand over my
backside.

“Well for starters, our firm is helping
this woman sue the pants off you.”

“Doll, the only person who could get my
pants off right now is you.” He teased.

“Pretty sure of yourself
huh?”

“I see the way you look at me, I know
those panties you have on are soaking wet with the thought of my
cock deep inside you.”

“Grant it’s just not the best
idea…”

He grabbed my arm and yanked me into a
vacant office, then shut and locked the door.

“What the hell are you
doing?”

I felt his lips crash onto mine in a
bone melting kiss. The tango of our tongues was the most sensual
thing I’d ever felt. He reached around me and grabbed my ass with
is large hands, and squeezed hard. He pressed his erection against
my front and the fire that spread through me was not just a small
camp fire, it was a full blown forest blaze. I wanted him right
there in that office.

He worked his hand up under my skirt,
feeling my shaking thighs as it traveled. Pushing my panties aside,
he moaned when he felt the moisture collected at the entrance of my
pussy. He pressed his fingers along the outer rim of my sex, and
teased my clit with his thumb. I arched my back to get closer, I
needed more. He then dipped one, and then two fingers into my moist
opening, and I gasped at the feeling of this intimacy. It had been
so long since contact with a man and I knew I wouldn’t last
long.

Finding that all too sweet spot just
inside me, he began to move his fingers, and the sensations were
mind blowing. I began to tingle, and ache; his hands were taking me
where I wanted to go.

He continued the delicious torture,
kissed my neck ever so lightly, and I felt myself shudder. My
release was getting ready to sweep over me like a rain over the
ocean. He thrust his fingers into me harder, and pressed his thumb
roughly over my clit. My orgasm flooded me; I was at its
mercy.

“Oh my god!” I cried out.

Grant threw his mouth over mine to
stifle my cries of pleasure, and when I came down from the peak he
withdrew his fingers. I watched as he lifted them to his mouth and
took a taste of me.

“Fuck you taste good.”

He tugged my skirt down, straightened
my top and looked into my eyes. “There, now you owe me
one.”

Grant opened the door and was gone. I
was in shock, I just let a guy I barely knew; finger me into an
orgasm at work!

What was I thinking; my reckless
behavior was appalling even to me. I rushed back to my desk and sat
down. I looked around for someone to call me out on my affairs, but
no one came around. I noticed a note on my desk:

Miss Mills

Thank you for helping me
out today, please take the rest of the day off.

E. Brewster

Thank god, I needed to get out of there
and fast.

Ten

I felt his presence yet again in my
room, his eyes drilling holes through me, even in the pitch black
of night. My breathing became more labored as the anticipation
mounted, and erotic thoughts again raced through my
mind.

I could see only his sillouette but
could tell he was amazing, and he was there to visit me. He never
said a word at first; he just stood there taking in the sight that
was my naked body, splayed out on the bed for him.

I felt a brush of air, and when he
moved to the side of my bed the bed dipped with the weight of his
glorious body. I was nervous.

His hard body loomed over mine, and he
took my mouth with a blazing kiss, that made me wet, more so than
I’d been before. Reaching down he trailed his tender lips to my
puckered nipple, it tightened more so with the contact.

The sensations of him pulling and
tugging on my swollen areola had my heart ready to beat from my
chest, and he kept up the relentless torture. He knew which buttons
to push, making my insides boil like water on a hot summer
sidewalk.

He moved his hands down my torso, and I
could feel a tingle everywhere he touched. It was like he branded
me with his own personal form of ecstasy. I felt as if I had hot
wax poured all over me, it burned and singed me to the core.
Pleasure and pain were overtaking my senses.

I laid still, letting him work the
sexual magic on my sensitive skin, every nerve ending was about to
incinerate. He dipped his fingers in my soaking sex.

“Ready for me?” he sensually
whispered.

I was
so
ready; I wanted him worse than I
ever had. He held the key to my release and my body was aware of
it.

Grabbing my legs he moved them apart to
make way for his large toned body. My chest hurt from the pounding
my heart was making.

He leaned down, and so very slow pushed
his fully hard cock inside of me. The skin to skin contact was
blowing my mind, and I felt his heat radiate through my entire
body. I was on the verge of exploding and he hadn’t begun to
move.

I felt his cock slide deeper in my
passage, and it came to a stop, he was buried to the hilt, and I
felt every warm throbbing inch.

I felt my body clamp down around him,
and he let out a moan of pleasure.

I affected him as much as
he did me?

He began to move in and out of me,
scraping my already sensitive flesh, and I met him stroke for
stroke, fusing our bodies together.

It wasn’t about a quick fuck with him,
he wanted possession of my body and soul, and made me feel desired
with every slight move. I felt my orgasm building, and knew it
wouldn’t be long until I exploded around him.

“Come with me.” He moaned.

That was all it took, I was hurled over
the edge of blinding pleasure.

My toes went numb, I let out a cry, and
I felt him harden inside of me even more as he spilled himself
inside of me, coating me with each thrust.

Even in the dark, I could tell he felt
something for me…Lust? Love? I just didn’t know. What I did know
was that I never wanted him to leave.

“Who are you?” I breathed.

I was jolted awake by a
knocking at my front door.
What the
fuck?

Again my dreams were graced with the
presence of my “mystery man”. I had an idea of who he was, but
didn’t want to admit it to myself just yet.

I heard a knock again, and realized
someone was actually at the door. I threw on my robe and went to
check it out. I swung the door open and there stood Harold with a
look of surprise on his face.

“Hey Harold.”

“Uh Miss Emily, these came for you.” He
was holding out a vase with an insane amount of roses arranged in
it. My bottom jaw once again hit the floor and I reached out my arm
to take them from him.

Harold chuckled. “You haven’t been here
a week, and already you have an admirer.”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“Enjoy, Miss Emily, they are
beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

I slipped back into my apartment, set
the vase on the counter and grabbed the attached card. I flipped it
open and read it:

Hey Doll,

Don’t forget you owe me
one.

Grant

Holy shit!

The image of me getting off on his
fingers made my cheeks hot and flushed, I still couldn’t believe I
let him do it. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy it, I certainly did,
it was the place and timing that was all off for me.

I glanced at the clock and decided to
get ready for work. Maybe today would not be so
“eventful”.

I settled in at my desk, and the phone
immediately began to ring. “Mr. Brewster’s office.” I
answered.

“Hey Doll.”

Shit! Grant.

“Hi Grant, how are you today?” I said
in a whispered voice.

“I would be better if you were under me
right now.”

“Did you call to solicit phone sex, or
did you call have a real purpose?” I asked
sarcastically.

I heard him laugh. “I’ll be picking you
up at seven tonight, wear something sexy.”

“Grant wait…”

The line went dead before I
could object to his demands.
Did this
guy
ever quit?

Yes I was attracted to him, who
wouldn’t be? But in the beginning he was sweet and kind, now he
made me feel like a piece of meat. I didn’t want to be a booty
call. I decided that I would let him know the way I felt
tonight.

It wasn’t like I was looking for a
knight on a white horse, although it would have been nice. I just
wanted a normal healthy relationship.

I’d even tried the online dating scene,
I always encountered middle age men with a mommy complex, or those
that didn’t have but three hairs on their heads. I was ready for
someone to take care of me, to cherish me and love me.

Grant didn’t seem like the type to fit
that bill, he was becoming demanding, and out of line. I had to
break it off with him or end up losing myself yet again.

My day passed luckily without incident,
and I left at five-thirty.

As I crossed the lobby of my apartment
building, Gary stood from his perch.

“Hey Gary, what’s up?”

“This came for you today.” He held up a
pristine white box adorned with a silver ribbon.

I thanked him and took the box with me
upstairs. The box had no sign of who the sender might be, so I
removed the ribbon and pried the package open. I peeled back the
silver tissue paper.

What the hell?

Among the cloud of paper lay a white
satin corset, and matching thong panties. I lifted them from the
box, and discovered a card underneath; breaking the seal I began to
read:

Hey doll,

I thought these would look
fucking sexy on you… and off of you of course.

Grant

Oh boy this man
is
crazy!

Eleven

Staring at the lingerie that
had been sent by Grant made me feel slightly queasy, and yet again
I felt like a cheap skank. I really wasn't sure if I should be
flattered or disgusted. Well either way I decided that I would tell
him the way I felt about the situation. In all reality it was not a
good idea for us to be hooking up, I knew I could possibly lose my
job over this. It was time to let him know the repercussions of my
actions.

Seven O'clock came, and
Harold called to let me know I had a visitor waiting in the lobby.
Grant was here. I let Harold know I would be down in a few minutes,
and stepped into the bathroom to check my outfit again. I had on
the lingerie that Grant sent over, and put on a sexy black dress
that hugged my curves and fell just below mid-thigh. Leaving my
hair down was a great choice, what guy didn't love soft waves
flowing around a woman’s shoulders? Finishing out everything with a
hot pair of come-fuck-me pumps, I was ready.

As I exited the elevator,
Grant was in deep conversation with Gary at the lobby desk. He
turned just as I stepped off and I thought I would need a shovel to
scrape his jaw off the floor.

"Holy Shit doll, you look
hot!" He exclaimed.