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“Scoot your bottom back and lift your hips up. Those pants need to go. I need to see you Brooke. All. of. you.”

I did as he asked, and he growled when he saw I was just as naked down below as I had been up top, after he removed my one and only layer of clothing.

“Were you expecting someone tonight? You seem to have been prepared by your lack of undergarments.”

“Just hoping the most amazing, hottest, and sweetest man would show up at my doorstep with roses in tow. But, you’ll do,” I said, with a laugh, as I looked up into his eyes gazing down on me.

“So, naughty.”

Before I could get another word in, Rich had knelt by the bed and placed his hands under my ass to drag me forward on the cool, silk sheets. I glided across the smooth fabric as my legs parted at Rich’s face. I leaned up on my elbows and watched him as he started placing sweet kisses on the inside of my thighs. His newly grown stubble tickled my inner legs which caused me to squirm beneath him. Rich took that as his cue and moved up from my thighs and began gently sucking on my clit.

“So fuckin’ delicious, Brooke,” he said, as he continued to suck on my overly sensitive bud. So fuckin’ sweet. … My sweets,” he moaned.

My, I thought … I finally belonged to Rich Davis. My mind had finally given in to what my heart had desired for the last ten years
.
I suddenly felt the weight of the last ten years lift from my shoulders. I was just that twenty-one-year-old girl again who was in love with a boy.

With each nip, Rich brought me closer to ecstasy. I felt my muscles tighten and begin to constrict as my orgasm intensified, rippling through my body. Rich let me come down to Earth before placing sweet kisses all the way up my abdomen and breasts. He crawled up onto the bed and hovered over me.

I then brought my hands up and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, after which I trailed my lengthy nails down the thin line of hair that adorned his chest. I stopped at his beltline, where I took both hands and unbuckled his belt, before unzipping his pants. I could see his hard cock begin to spring free from the opening of his red boxer briefs.

“Rich, get up and drop your fucking pants and stand by the edge of the bed,” I hissed.

“I love it when you get bossy, sweets,” he answered, between heavy breaths.

Rich didn’t argue as I heard his pants and shirt fall to my bedroom floor. I got up and adjusted myself. My head was now at the foot of the bed looking up at Rich in all of his naked glory. Oh, how I would never get tired of looking at this man … MY man. A smile began to form on my lips.

I stretched my arms out over my head and cupped my hands around Rich’s tight ass. I pulled him closer to me as I lifted my head up off the bed and opened my mouth to take in all of him. Rich reached out and began fondling my breasts, as I continued to work his cock with my mouth.

His groans only pushed me to take in even more of him as I began to work his crown with my tongue. I slowly licked circles around his tip as he continued to squirm.

“Ahhhhh-mazing, Brooke. So damn amazing.”

Knowing Rich was on the brink of his own release, I took as much of his length in my mouth as I possibly could and worked his balls with my hands. He slowly rocked his hips back and forth before I noticed his rhythm picking up a much quicker pace.

“Brooke, I’m gonna come. You need to get out of the way.”

When I didn’t move, I heard Rich moan out … “oh, shit, I didn’t think it was possible for you to be any more perfect. Always full of surprises, sweets.”

He continued to groan as he pumped himself into my mouth a few more times before I tasted his warm, salty essence on my lips. I have to admit that I wasn’t really much of a fan of blow jobs in my previous relationships, but with Rich it felt different. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to lick every last drop of his cum off him.

“Oh, baby, that was perfect, but I need more of you now. I need to feel you when I make love to you for the first time,” Rich said, breathlessly.

I didn’t move as I watched Rich walk around to the other side of the bed, his cock still fully erect. His eyes never left mine and he reminded me of a mountain lion stalking its prey. I was so turned on, knowing that I was his prey.

Suddenly, he was straddling my legs and using his knee to spread my legs apart before he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Meeting you that day by the elevator was fate. Becoming your friend was by choice which took a whole lot of work, might I add. But, falling in love with you was beyond my control, sweets,” he whispered in my ear, as he hovered over my body with his hard length tormenting my swollen clit.

“Falling in love with me might have been beyond your control, but making love to me right now is certainly very much in your control,” I growled back. “Make love to me, Rich. Please, baby, please make love to me now,” I begged breathily.

“Brooke, I thought you’d never ask. Your wish is my command.”

Rich entered me slowly, taking his time, filling me to the brim. I could tell that he wanted to savor this moment between us. We weren’t fucking, like months before; now Rich was telling me with his body that he loved me.

After what felt like hours of Rich pleasuring every inch of my body, we were finally curled up in each other’s arms. I felt the happiest I’d been in months, maybe even years. If someone had asked me all those years ago if I truly loved Jay, I would have told them yes. But knowing now how I felt about Rich, I knew, without a doubt, that he was meant for me. I knew in that moment that I loved this man, holding me in his arms. Some may say that it was too fast. We had only just solidified our relationship, but we were twelve years in the making.

“Something on your mind?” Rich asked, as he placed a gentle kiss on my temple, pulling me tighter to his chest.

“Just us – I can’t believe we’re finally here – together,” I replied.

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that – together. Speaking of which – you are planning on canceling that interview of yours, right?”

That’s when my mind began to race.
Crap, I forgot all about my interview in just a few short days. Maybe I should still move. Maybe it would be better for my relationship with Rich. If he wasn’t my boss, I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable around him at work. What if our colleagues found out? What would they say? I would be nothing but water cooler talk.

As if Rich could sense my inner turmoil, he said, “Shhh, stop overthinking this, Brooke. We’ll make it work. We can even keep it a secret for awhile if you’d like, but you are canceling that interview with the
Tribune
. That decision is final and closed for discussion. Understand?” he said with finality.

“Yes, boss.”

“Now that, that’s settled, let’s get some rest. You haven’t been at work in three days and your assignments are piling up on your desk.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I playfully punched Rich’s bicep. “Do you always have work on the brain, Mr. Davis.”

“No, I usually have you on the brain, but now that you are MINE, I can start concentrating on my work again. Actually, I think tomorrow, I’ll need to see you in my office. I’ve been fantasizing about bending you over my desk since the day of your interview with me – be sure to wear a skirt tomorrow.”

I shook my head and kissed his chest, “I love you, Rich, even if you are a demanding boss.”

March 2012

I
t was my thirty-first birthday, or the second anniversary of my twenty-ninth birthday as I liked to remind my friends; I couldn’t help but remember celebrating my birthday a decade ago. It seemed only fitting that I had celebrated then with Rich, too.

This time, though, instead of downing tequila at a local hole-in-the-wall, we’d be drinking champagne, and rubbing elbows with the Who’s Who of Washington society at the annual White House Correspondents Dinner. Rich had attended each year since starting at the
Post
, but this was obviously my first time.

Having searched for weeks for the perfect ensemble, I finished putting on my makeup, while sitting at my vanity, and looked in the mirror; I smiled at the reflection staring back at me.

Rich was right about the sparkle being back in my eyes, and it wasn’t because of the shimmering eye shadow I was wearing, either. He had done that … all by himself. We had come so far in our relationship since I’d allowed him back into my life and heart a month ago.

The awkwardness that I feared would exist at the office, never happened. We kept things low-key for about a week, before Rich decided we were being ridiculous and sent out an intra-office memo. I must admit, it was a little awkward seeing the subject line –
Brooke Anderson = MINE
, come through over e-mail. I nearly choked on the French vanilla latte I was drinking at the time.

For being such an articulate man, Rich really wasn’t very eloquent when it came to addressing our relationship status with colleagues.

I marched right into his office with the intent of letting him have it, but when I opened the door and saw him leaning against his desk with his shirt unbuttoned, bearing his abs, I melted into a puddle of goo.

“Excuse me, Mr. Davis, but what if someone else had just walked into your office,” I recalled asking him.

“I assume you didn’t read the entire memo, Miss Anderson, because if you had, you would’ve seen the last sentence advising my staff that I would be unavailable for the next hour. You see, I knew your pretty little behind would come in here acting angry with me. I would need to calm you down for the first fifteen minutes before I used the next forty-five for some hot, make-up sex right here on my desk,” he replied with a wink.

Rich really did love bending me over his desk. I blushed thinking of the number of times he’d worked me into a frenzy over that thing – including that day.

While fantasizing about bending over Rich’s desk with my panties bunched at my ankles and skirt around my waist, my mind returned to the present when I heard the sound of a key unlocking my door.

Just a second later, I heard Rich yell toward the bedroom. “Just me, sweets!”

“I should hope it’s just you, baby. I don’t go around giving my apartment key to many strangers,” I laughed.

“Oh, Miss Sassy Pants tonight, huh?”

“Whatever,” I quipped. “I’m almost done. I’ll be out in a sec. Make yourself at ho--.”

Before I had time to complete the sentence, I heard the snap and fizz of Rich opening a can of Bud Light and plopping on my couch, followed by the jingle that I’ve come to know as SportsCenter play on TV.

“Don’t get too comfortable, though.” I said as I walked out of the bedroom.

Rich looked in my direction and a smile quickly formed on my lips after seeing the expression on his face and hearing him mouth, “Whoa.”

He stood up from the couch and my mouth dropped in similar fashion as I took in his crisp, black suit, light pink, collared shirt and gray and pink, striped tie. It took some work, but I was finally able to convince Rich that “real men wore pink.” I’m so glad he gave in because –
dayum he looked sexy.

He walked over to me, grabbed my hands and pulled me close to where I could feel his breath on my lips. He looked deep into my eyes before pulling me in closer to his lips. His tongue licked my bottom lip as it seemed to be asking permission to enter. My lips parted and our tongues met together in a dance.

I loved the taste of this man, which was better than any flavor of Ben and Jerry’s. He was my own perfect flavor. I giggled a little at that thought and Rich pulled back to gaze into my eyes once again.

“When I look into your eyes I know that it’s true; God must have spent a little more time on you,” he hummed, in his off-key Karaoke voice.

My giggle turned into hysterical laughter. “Busting out the Justin Timberlake lyrics, eh? You must think you’re getting lucky tonight.”

“One, I’m always lucky when I’m with you,” he said as he held one finger in the air. “Two,” he continued while adding a second finger, “it’s not just J.T., it’s ‘N Sync. You know, Justin, Chris, JC, Lance and that fat-one guy.” I swear I thought he was going to throw a ‘duh’ in there just to prove his point.

I spoke before giving him that opportunity. “Wow, I’m almost impressed, but it’s Fa-tone. Joey Fatone.”