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  “I know. But I wanted to show you in person.”

  What does that mean? Is she coming on to me? The girl was such a puzzle that I couldn't tell if she was playing along with the game or coming on to me. Should I go over and see if she would let me undress her, or was she setting me up to get slapped? Really, at that point, she could do either one. That's how little I knew about what she wanted from me. She may have just been proving a point, not intending for anything more to happen between us.

  I couldn’t control it. I walked up to her—it was like she was a magnet, and I couldn’t stop myself. I felt like I was in high school all over again. I’d never felt this ridiculous around a girl before, not even when I first started dating.

  “In all the times we’ve talked, you never once mentioned a boyfriend. Is there someone who gets to look at you like this all the time?”

  She looked down at her shoes, the sexy little boots that tied up with lace.

  “Actually, I don't think I've ever looked like this.”

  “Now that's a shame.”

  She giggled and met my eyes once again. “I’ve never mentioned anything like that because I thought it would be unprofessional to discuss things like that at work,” she muttered.

  “Does that mean you have a boyfriend?”

  “No, I don't. My biggest concern has been your father—for obvious reasons.”

  “It’s okay. We’re both officially off the clock, and I was actually just about to go for dinner. We can talk about whatever we want.”

  “You expect me to go out looking like this?”

  “Oh, you wouldn't like that? You look like an absolute fox. I would be the most envied guy around.”

  She looked up into my eyes, and I just lost myself in the big blue pools. My God, she is beautiful.

  “I don't think that's a good idea. It's also not what I had in mind when I came here.”

  “Oh? What did you have in mind then?”

  I brushed the hair out of her face and stepped an inch closer, officially invading her personal space. My heart was beating madly, and I couldn’t believe how reckless I was being. But she was like a shot of heroin I needed to have right then. “Would it shock you if I told you that I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you at the wedding? I thought you were the prettiest thing that had ever walked into my line of sight.”

  “Yes, it would. But truthfully, I feel the same way.”

  Her words excited me, and I knew right then that I was going to kiss those full lips, make them swell from my kisses. I needed to taste her. She locked eyes with me, and I knew she felt the same burning desire for me as I felt for her. I kissed her then, tasting a hint of strawberry, and the combination of the taste and the feel of her soft lips brought an urgency to be inside her. I wanted her so badly. My hands found her breasts, and I squeezed them hard enough to let her know what was coming. She moaned a guttural noise that told me she needed me, too. My arms encircled her, and I fumbled at the clips on the back of her corset.

  “Solomon, stop. We can’t. What about Roger? What if someone sees us right now?”

  “Sasha, I don’t care who might see us right now. I want you so much that if I don’t have you, I might lose my mind.”

  She looked so nervous that I knew the old Sasha was still in there despite her seductive outfit. I kissed her mouth gently, coaxing her back to me. She moaned again as I started to work once again on the corset.

  “Solomon, I’ve never done anything like this before in my life.”

  I stopped and looked her in the eyes, those innocent eyes, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Would it be wrong to continue? I cared for her—there was no doubt. I kissed her mouth again, my erection growing. “It’s okay beautiful. This is where things get exciting. We won't do anything you're not comfortable with, I promise. You’re going to feel so good in a minute. I’m going to fuck you really good, baby.”

  I forgot about the corset as I wanted to feel her pussy more than ever now. The fact that she had done all this for me made my cock throb. I picked her up in my arms and carried her over to my desk. I swiped everything onto the floor, not caring how cliché it seemed. I was going to fuck my secretary right on my desk. I pushed aside the booty shorts she was wearing and slipped my hand between her legs. No panties. Sasha, you naughty little girl. I was confident now that she had planned on fucking me all night. I rubbed her clit gently, moving my thumb in a circular pattern, kneading into her gently at first and then harder. She moaned softly, almost like a kitten mewing, and it turned me on so much.

  “Oh, Solomon.”

  “I’m going to make you feel really good, Sasha.”

  All she could do was moan when I slid a finger into her already wet pussy. She’s ready for me. I finger fucked her, feeling her pussy get wetter around my finger. I couldn’t take it anymore, and when I heard her whisper, “Please I want more,” I decided to give her much more.

  I slid my finger out and started undoing my pants. I dropped them to my ankles but didn’t bother to climb out of them. She lay back on the desk and spread herself before me. Her mouth was swollen from my kisses, and she waited for me. I bent forward, wishing I’d taken the time to get her out of the outfit so I could suck on her nipples, but there would be other times. I would be fucking her every day—I knew that now. I needed to fuck her, to touch and taste every inch of that hot body.

  When I slid inside her, I tried to be gentle, but she was so tight I worried I might hurt her anyway.

  She whispered, “I knew you would be big.”

  Fuck that’s so hot. I almost pushed all the way in after that, but I focused on not hurting her. She was wet and warm around me, and it drove me wild. I gently rocked into her until I filled her pussy completely. She moaned in delight, and I rode her gently at first, kissing her face and talking to her softly. When I knew she was okay, I pumped her a little faster until she was crying out my name. It sounded just the way I’d imagined it. She was so incredibly hot that just the act of fucking her made me horny to fuck her again. I fucked her a little harder, mostly because being inside her warm pussy while she screamed my name was causing me to lose all sense of reason. She exploded around my cock as I rode her hard, and I spilled into her soon after.

  I lay on top of her for a moment, breathing in her sweet perfume. I lifted my head and kissed her deeply. I gently kissed her face, her throat and her neck, trickling kisses all the way to her chest.

  “How are you doing, Sasha?”

  She smiled. “So good. That was just the way I imagined it would be.”

  I sat up, exiting her gently, and began to clean myself off. I looked at the time. “Well, how about that dinner, although I seem to have had dessert first.” I literally hadn’t a care in the world. Sasha had felt incredible, and I wouldn’t have missed fucking her for anything. I was tempted to go at her a second time, just to feel myself inside her again. She was so moist and tight it drove me nuts thinking about it.

  Sasha sat up and started straightening out her outfit. She was so hot that I continued to contemplate giving it to her a second time, but I knew we were already pushing our luck. Someone could come looking for me if I stayed for too long.

  I helped Sasha fix her outfit and gave her a little tap on the backside. She grinned as she finished getting ready. She reapplied her lipstick, and I hoped her lips wouldn’t look so red by the time we left. No matter how hard she tried to straighten herself out, she looked like she had just been fucked. I liked that look. I couldn’t believe the power this girl had over my cock.

  “We should probably go,” she said.

  I nodded and kissed her on the cheek. “How about that dinner? I think I might be able to find you a more appropriate dress.”

  “Sure, I’d like that.”

  “Give me a minute.”

  She nodded in response. I kissed her deeply, taking her tongue into mouth and sucking on it. We made out like that for a good thirty seconds, and I wished I didn’t have to stop.


  I had a dress delivered for Sasha and when she had changed, we headed out for dinner.

  Chapter Nine

  The past few weeks with Sasha had been incredible. I’d spent the time wining and dining her to the point of sheer exhaustion. I was practically addicted to the girl, and I had never had so much fun— and I have had a lot of girls. There was nothing I didn't like about her.

  We were trying to keep things very low-key to avoid drawing attention to ourselves. We had talked a long time about how we were going to go public, but so far neither of us could figure out a good way to do it. I didn't want her to lose her job because of our little fling. I still found it difficult to believe that my father would fire one of his children, but he sometimes surprised me. He seemed quite adamant about the whole thing, and it made me wonder what he had thought he’d seen that day at her desk that made him believe there was more going on between us. I myself had no idea where we were going with this, but for now I didn't want to negatively ruffle Sasha’s life for no good reason. I wanted to see where we were heading before I forced my father's fangs to come out. And I planned on fighting for her if it came to her losing her job.

  There was a time when I wouldn't have fought for any woman, but Sasha was different, she was unique. I would do just about anything for her. She had opened me up to so many different things. She was kind and generous and cared more about books and foreign films rather than glamourous parties. It was refreshing.

  I was clearing things up in the office when she walked in with some articles to proof. “Hi there. Can you look these over before I send them out?” she asked me. She was wearing a cashmere dress that she had purchased in France and looked downright fetching.

  “Sure, sweetheart, I can do that.”

  “I still haven't gotten used to hearing you call me that.”

  “Well, I hope you do get used to it. I like using it.”

  A frown crossed her face. “What are we going to do, Solomon? I’m really starting to enjoy myself with you, and that means complications. Big ones.”

  “I really don't know. It’s a lame response, I know, especially coming from someone with so many connections¸ but it's true. Let me think about it for a bit.”

  “How about we have lunch and think about it together. I don't like being left out of things and to be honest, I think you could use the help.”

  He laughed. “Maybe you're right. By the way, have I told you how incredible you look in that dress? I think I need to take you shopping in Paris more often.”

  “I like the sound of that.” Her cheeks glowed red, and I loved the fact that almost everything made her blush.

  I pulled her in close and kissed her softly on the lips. She tasted so sweet, and that distinct taste always gave me an erection. It was like I could already anticipate our chemistry working its magic through a simple kiss,

  While I kissed her, my hands roamed from her face down to her shoulders and then down her arms. Our tongues tangled together while my hands found her ass. She had such a great ass, and I loved squeezing it beneath my hands.

  “I want you, Solomon.”

  “You can have me.”

  ***

  I stared at the ceiling in my office. Dazed, I couldn’t remember ever having felt this good before. What a great day I was having, the best day I’d had all week. I looked down into my lap where Sasha was servicing me. This girl was like taking a highly addictive drug. She pleased me in any way I wanted, and she didn’t take no for an answer. She was not being pushed aside now for anything, and I was more than happy to make time for her mouth. I’d barely gotten my morning coffee into me when she started undoing my pants and taking my cock into her mouth. I could definitely get used to that. The tension was building up good, and I was just about to come when my office door swung open and one of the temps walked in.

  “Mr. Jacobson, Chuck sent me over. I really need to get your approval on these ads!” She stopped short as Sasha got up and tried to compose herself, wiping at her mouth. I fumbled with my pants, thankful that the desk was blocking her view.

  “Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Jacobson. I’ll get that from you later.” With that, she hurried out of the office, closing the door behind her.

  You could have heard a pin drop in the room after she left, and then I exploded. “You didn’t lock the door this time? Are you insane, or should I assume you want someone to catch us?”

  Sasha turned crimson and tears formed in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Solomon. I don’t know what I was thinking. But I think people finding out might not be the worst thing in the world. Wasn't that our intention?”

  I paced angrily in my office, unsure of what to do at the moment. “Yes, of course, but not like this. I would have rather had a private conversation with my father than for him to find out through some rumor.”

  “Solomon, it’s okay. That girl’s just a temp who probably really needs this job. It’s not like she is going to tell anyone. She’d end up losing her job. It wouldn't be worth it to her.”

  “That’s not the point, Sasha. I didn’t exactly want my employees to know that I'm screwing my secretary right here in my office.”

  I could tell my words stung her. I went over and kissed her on the lips. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it that way. This is just a very touchy situation. I'm sure you're right. I'm sure it’ll all be forgotten tomorrow.”

  She kissed me again, lingering on my lips for a moment.

  “I need to see if I can catch up with that temp, okay? Hold down the fort while I’m gone.”

  I walked out of my office, cursing my own stupidity. I was really lucky that that the person who had walked in my door was a temp and not my father. It would have been game over for sure. I headed straight to the girl's desk to find it empty. Just great. She’d probably headed home immediately, just as embarrassed as we were. I’m sure she didn't want to have the conversation any more than I did. How could I blame her? I’d try to have a chat with her again first thing in the morning.

  I texted Sasha and told her I hadn't found the girl, but that I was returning home for the day. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on work, and I wasn't in the mood to see Sasha right away, either. I wasn't sure how I should handle the situation, but I knew it was essential that I talk to the temp as soon as possible. This wasn't something I wanted lingering in a young girl’s mind. I wanted to reassure her that things with Sasha and I were serious, and that I wasn't just having office relations with my secretary. It was far less scandalous for people to know there was a relationship rather than just two people screwing in an office.

  I considered going to the girl’s home, but I figured that might freak her out too much. Following her home after the show she had seen in his office probably wasn't the best move to make, boss or no boss.

  ***

  The next morning, I awakened to the ringing of the phone. I had stayed up all night planning and plotting only to realize I missed Sasha terribly. I should have forgotten my plotting and invited her over for dinner, but I had become obsessed. It didn't matter now—I would deal with the temp first thing and then invite Sasha out for dinner to apologize. It was the least I could do after the reaction I had given her the day before. I’d just been so worried that my father would find out about us before I had the opportunity to tell him myself. I was doing it for Sasha, not for myself. My father was a wild card at times, and I couldn't be sure that he wouldn't fire her on the spot regardless of the fact that she was now his stepdaughter. Man, I hated that term so much now that Sasha and I were an item. It was something I would have to get over, however, if I truly wanted her to be mine. It was something everyone would have to get over.

  I reached over and grabbed my phone off the side table, clicking it on. Speak of the devil, it was Sasha. Now would be a really great time for me to apologize for being an ass. Maybe I could pick her up on the way into work, and we could drive together.

  “Hello, beautiful. How are you this fine morning?”

  She had bee
n crying—or was still crying. I couldn't really tell because she was breathing heavily. Sasha was hysterical, and I was speechless as to why.

  “Solomon, you need to turn on the news right now.”

  “Sweetheart, what's wrong? What the heck is going on?”

  “Please, just do it. We’re on there, we're on the news.”

  I fumbled around for the remote to my bedroom TV and clicked it on. The news was always the first thing I watched in the morning, so it was set at the right channel. And Sasha was right—there we were on the news. What the hell happened? How was this possible? My mind was scrambling for an explanation because I couldn't even figure out how we had managed to score a place on the news.

  What was the newscaster saying? It was about our relationship. Or lack thereof, as far as the press was concerned. Or interoffice affair had been leaked, and it was splashed all over the screen for the world to see. Not only the world, but our parents as well. How the hell had this happened? And then I remembered—the temp. She must have gone to the paper with it.

  Money. Of course, she would have been paid a small fortune for that story. She would be fired, of course, but it wouldn't matter. She had no intention of setting foot in my company’s office again. Otherwise, she wouldn't have done it. She got the money, and that was all that mattered. It made me sick how some people could play with other people’s lives just for a quick buck. I scrambled to understand it all, and I wondered how I was going to deal with my father, who was probably on the way to the Empire to give me a piece of his mind.

  “Solomon?”

  Sasha broke into my concentration. “Sorry, doll. Yeah, it looks like we have a bit of a problem.”

  “You think? God, Solomon, they make me sound so awful, like some skank who has been getting her rocks off with her boss. How is this possible?”

  “I'm sorry. Things like this get into the news because it's scandalous. They don't intend to make anyone look good. I feel terrible. Sasha. You don't deserve this.”