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“Relax, Astin. I promised to take care of you, so now I am.”

 

His repeated testimony is followed by his warm hands, that have held me down, bruised, used and abused me in the best way, slowly massaging my body. Each push of his hands in my flesh feels like he's begging for more than just my submission. More than just acceptance. Something deeper. Not sure what. Not sure I wanna know what.

 

Klous continues the massage, lotion rolling across my skin as I linger in and out of a conscious state. Eventually, he replaces the sheet on my body, and his movements all together stop. At that time I drag my slightly sore self up seconds before he's about to exit the room.

 

“You're just...gonna leave?”

 

Seeing my hurt expression he insists, “Give me a minute.”

 

He disappears leaving me with an uneasy emptiness. There's no way I should be attached to him like this. So fucking what if he can make me see stars or what's over the rainbow. That doesn't mean anything. This is just sex. Really good sex.

 

Klous opens the door with a bowl in his hand and two bottles of water. Unsure of when he put his pants back on, but thankful he left his shirt off, I admire the perfect view I'm sure comes from hours in the gym. Or vigorous sex. Or both.

 

He offers me a bottle of water and says, “Drink up.”

 

I take it and untwist the lid. “What's in the bowl?”

 

“Watermelon,” Klous answers putting it on the edge of the table beside me. “It's to help you re-hydrate.”

 

“You think you made me sweat that much?”

 

“I know I did.” The words make my sore pussy that should be out of commission throb. Sweetly he touches my face and whispers, “I can't wait to do it again either...”

 

Curiously I ask, “No one can hear us back here?”

 

“They left,” he replies grabbing a piece of fruit from the bowl. “You were the last appointment of the day. I told them I'd lock up. Management trusts me.”

 

“So what you're saying is I should schedule all my appointments this late?”

 

“What I'm saying, Astin Anderson, is I want you in my bed,” he whispers before dragging the fruit across my lips. As soon as my tongue darts out to taste the drops of juice, his finds it, wrapping them together. On a light whimper, I kiss back, amazed how any kiss could feel as amazing as this.

 

I wanted to get boned, but have a feeling I'm about to get so much more.

 

 

Friday

 

“I'm sorry, boss,” Hope apologizes from over my shoulder. “I tried and I tried to put her off, but she's not having it any longer. She wants to meet with you at lunch.”

 

Dani Green is the biggest diva in the industry. If she didn't rack in millions for me and my company I swear I'd drop her. The amount of stress she brings in alone is enough to keep Klous in business for decades. Mmm Klous. I'm still feeling the effects of him and that was two days ago. I'm due for another appointment at lunch, but now that's not a possibility. Fucking Dani Green.

 

“Fine. Cancel my massage.” Leaning back in my chair, I click my pen annoyed. “Anything else?”

 

“She's demanding lunch for the meeting.”

 

“She's not getting lunch,” I argue. “She's not even getting a meeting that's long enough for lunch. She will have enough time to whine like the child she is, so I can tell her I know what's best like the parent role I have to play before she storms out in a diva fashion leaving me with emails to answer, temps to interview, lunch to eat in this chair and a missed fucking appointment.”

 

“Noted,” Hope stifles a snicker. “I will warn the girls when they start showing up for interviews we are running a little behind. Also your sister called–”

 

“I can't handle any more wedding talk.” She calls almost every fucking day to talk about this wedding. You would think she was marrying a senator instead of...something. Bank manager? Tax guy? Something with numbers and money.

 

“She wants to know whose name to put on the list.”

 

“Can't she just put plus one?”

 

“I'll ask, but most likely not. I feel this is her way of insuring you bring a date with an actual name.”

 

Glaring that she's probably right, I lean over and type in a few words to the email I was starting to reply to when she walked in. “Fine. I'll...figure it out later. Can you get me coffee to make it through the rest of the day, please?”

 

“Yup.” Hope hops up. “Muffin?”

 

I shake my head.

 

“Bagel?”

 

“Gag.”

 

“Sandwich?”

 

“Slice of pizza?”

 

The counter gets a giggle and she nods. “You got it.”

 

“Thanks, Hope.”

 

“My pleasure, boss,” she says before exiting.

 

Coffee, pizza, and long nights are how I survived the beginning days of this industry. Now? Coffee, pizza, and a vibrator. Well, with Klous around I'm not sure I'll need the vibrator any more.

 

Even though we went our separate ways Wednesday without any promises made, I will say I was pleasantly pleased when he sent me a short text yesterday saying he was looking forward to Friday. It's not like we're a couple. Or committed. Or...ugh. Anything more than a pair of horny consenting adults. Super horny consenting adults. I don't know though. The way he cleaned me up and fed me watermelon and the things he said about being good to me, all felt...what's the word I'm looking for? Hopeful? Adored? Loved? Um...No.

 

Annoyed with what's brewing for the afternoon, I return to typing on my desktop, answering email after email in between returning calls and nibbling on the pizza Hope delivered slightly before lunch.

 

Around noon there's a light tap on my door. With my phone still pressed against my ear, listening to another boring phone interview drone on, I call out, “Come in!” The door creaks open and Klous' chiseled face appears around the corner.

 

A gasp comes out of me as my jaw bobs unsure of how to respond. What the hell!

 

Smirking proudly he struts in, shuts the door behind him, and strolls towards me. If the vision of him in all white is like some sort of sex angel wasn't enough, the sight of him in jeans and a white t-shirt makes him look like a fallen sex angel ready to gain those wings back. God help me.

 

“Okay, Christiana–”

 

“Crystal,” the woman on the other end of the phone corrects me.

 

 

Doesn't matter anyway. She's not getting the job. I've missed most of this conversation thanks to her monotone voice. “Right. Crystal. I have heard enough information. I will send you an email with my decision. Thank you for your time.”

 

“Thank you!” The most excitement from the entire conversation is finally leaked.

 

“Mmhm.” I hang up. Doing my best to hide my joy at the sight of him, I question, “And how may I help you, Mr. Klein?”

 

Approaching the side of my desk, his large presence overbearing he states, “You canceled our appointment.”

 

“Not willingly,” I admit. “I have an author I need to meet with. It's the time slot she demanded. Hope said we couldn't reschedule today.”

 

“That's because Friday's are typically my day off. This was supposed to be an exception. I make those for you.”

 

With a soft smile I reply, “I see that. Is that why you're here? To make an exception?”

 

“I'm here,” he growls as he drops his hands onto the arms of my chair. “Because we have an appointment.” When I open my mouth to argue he drops his tongue inside, swirls it around and pulls it away. “And your body is expecting me.”

 

It was expecting him. Then when it got the canceled notification it pouted. Yes. Apparently my body has strong opinions.

 

“Now up on the desk, love.”

 

Shocked at his proposal, I argue, “I have a meeting in a couple of minutes.”

 

“Then I suggest you move fast.” Swallowing the creeping fervor in my throat, I stand onto my heels, and he instructs, “Lean over on the desk. Chest down. Ass up.”

 

“You have an ass obsession,” my grumble is followed by a good pop on the butt.

 

“You're about to find out how true that is,” he whispers in my ear before pushing me into the desk. “Spread. 'Em.” With my legs now open as far as they can go with the skirt on, he shoves it up, rips the thin thong apart, shoves them wider, and buries his tongue in my asshole.

 

That's fucking new! The initial shock receives more than a gasp as I groan in pleasure into the desk. Squirming at the invasion mission his tongue is on, I hold back the screams of ecstasy that want out. Klous laps and laps at the hole, the sensation creating another need for friction in a different area. He's gotta get inside of me. Just the tip. Even for just a sec. He hums as if devouring me is delicious.

 

There's a heavy knocking on my office door and I squeak, “One second!” Pulling my body away from him I move to push my skirt down. “You have to go.”

 

“No,” Klous whispers. “I wasn't done with lunch.”

 

“This isn't Burger King, buddy. You can't always have it your way.”

 

“Wrong,” he counters, grabbing me by my arms. The second I part my lips to disagree he snaps. “Shut. It.”

 

Furious, I move them anyway until I see his large frame dropping to his knees and sliding under my desk. Startled I continue to watch as he gets as comfortable as he can under my large long wooden desk. His hand motions for me to lift my skirt back up. No way. He can't possibly be fucking serious...

 

“You're really gonna keep me waiting!” Dani whines from the other side of the door.

 

“Just a second!” I snip back loudly.

 

“Feed me,” Klous tempts. “The only thing that can satisfy this hunger is you.”

 

My body starts moving without my consent, inching my skirt back up, spreading my legs wide, fighting the right thing to do. This is wrong. Wrong! Wrong! During a business meeting. I could get in so much trouble. This isn't gonna happen. This–

 

Dani shoves the door open. I pull the file full of temp information I was rummaging through earlier closer to my stomach blocking any possible view of what's going on underneath. “How dare you keep me waiting!”

 

“How dare you barge into my office like you own it!”

 

“As much money as I make for the company, I do own it!”

 

My finger points as I go to argue when a gentle tongue rolls against my clit. Immediately I sink further into my seat, eyes rolling into my head briefly. Work...right! Work! I readjust in my seat at the feeling of Klous' warm hands gripping my thighs, parting them further.

 

Melting into the movement of his tongue, I say in a softer tone to Dani, “What is it you needed to meet with me about?”

 

“Well,” her temperament changes as she folds her hands in her lap across from me. “It's about Jack.”

 

Jack. Her boyfriend who wants to be a cover model and has the personality of a wet cardboard box. Klous' tongue lazily rolls around my clit again, sucking and tormenting me from under my desk. The mix of thrill and skill have me gripping the edges of the file folder to the point I could possibly rip it in two.

 

“What about him?

 

“He would be perfect for one of my covers.”

 

On a sigh, tired of this age old argument, I rub my temple. “No, he wouldn't.”

 

“Yes he would.”

 

“Unless your latest novel is about a lumberjack, no. He wouldn't.” My counter is rewarded with a nibble before a harsh suck, so hard I try to force my thighs together. Trembling as he shoves them apart I snap, “Did you really call a meeting to fight with me about something we've discussed numerous times before?”

 

“I think it's worth discussing face to face. If you would just look at his photos.” She drops them on the table and pushes them my direction at the same time Klous pushes his tongue inside me. He ravishes the juices flowing out of me as I float towards an orgasm.

 

“I've seen his photos,” I meekly fight. “I've seen his work. I've personally met him more times than I care to admit. No matter what you do or say or how you frame him, he is not fit for this business.”

 

“I run this business!”

 


I
run this business,” the firmness of my correct dissolves as I feel my pussy quiver on his tongue indicating I don't have long left. “
I
make these choices. Me and the marketing team are the reason you sell.
We
are the reason your career flourishes.”

 

“I'm the writer!”

 

“You are
part
writer. The other half is a ghostwriter and kick ass editors. Do not make the mistake again of coming at me like this. It will not end well for you. I guarantee it. Now please leave my office. I have resumes to look at.”

 

“Fine!” She huffs. “Maybe I'll write a lumberjack story just for him!”

 

My hand waves at her. “Fine. Do that and we'll talk. Until then...enjoy your afternoon. I'll see you for the convention.”

 

Dani says nothing else to me as she exits my office merely seconds before I whisper out, “Oh my God...I'm coming.”

 

Klous sucks it out of me relentlessly until I'm shuddering in my leather seat filling his feisty tongue with exactly what he wanted. Klous shoves my chair back, lifts me, and tosses me on the desk so I'm facing him.

 

“Astin,” he breathes out almost as out of breath as I am, the sound of his pants unbuckling and dropping is so faint. “Your pussy's mine remember?”

 

“I do.”

 

“My pussy needs me...”

 

Like a hypnotized addict, I reply, “It does...”

 

“Now.”

 

“Now,” I agree.

 

At that moment Klous dives in, dick covered. His hard cock pumps mercilessly. One of his hands winds through the back of my hair while the other cradles my leg to help his operation. My hips lift to meet each thrust, the frenzy to feel him so unnatural I'm convinced his dick may be out of this world. It may need to be studied by scientists. Specialists. Just as soon as I'm done with it. Honestly, I don't know if that'll ever happen.

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