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He plunged inside of her, and began to pump, with smooth even strokes, with all the previous foreplay, she could come any second. She opened her mouth in a silent scream and made a whimpering noise.
"Fuckmefuckmefuckme...” She cried out in her passion.
It was too much for her, she whimpered again, all of her senses focused on the man fucking her senseless. Her pussy was so swollen and juicy; he slid in and out with ease, in a steady rhythm that got harder and faster, with each stroke.
"Come on, baby. Come for me.” He pinched her clit, sending her over the edge.
And she did, she screamed out with the delicious sensations that swept her body. “Oh my God. I'm coming!” A wave of pleasure rushed over her, as she came. She felt him harden inside her. His body tensed against hers as he came inside of her. Her breathing was ragged, but she felt sated and she enjoyed every minute of what they shared. She wasn't sure if she would but she did. Too bad it would end after tonight, but what else could she do?
They remained like that for a minute, while he traced soft circles on her shoulder, before he finally eased himself out of her and removed the blindfold.
"You were beautiful. Come and lay on the bed for a minute with me.” He enjoyed watching her come under him, but wanted to feel her body next to his for while.
She obeyed him and jumped up on the bed, wriggling to make room for him. She lay down and looked up to see herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed with desire and her hair a little bit mussed, and he was gorgeous, next to her. He untied her wrists and kissed them gently where the ropes had chafed them.
"How was your first time?"
"I never imagined it could be like that."
"Good, because it can get even better. If you are willing to try."
"There is more?"
"We are only limited by our imagination, Dee. We do have all night to play.” He gave her ass a sharp pinch and she gasped in surprise. “I still have yet to get into that delicious ass of yours."
"Yes, all night.” But not tomorrow she thought, hoping it would not be long before he fell asleep so she could slip out unnoticed. The sex was the best she had ever experienced but she did not want to complicate her life, and sleeping with her boss definitely complicated things.
Chapter Eight
A week had passed and Victor had mentioned nothing to her, but with each day that passed, the man grew more and more agitated. The first day was awful for her. She felt so nervous; she thought she might start shaking at any moment. She kept inside of her office, hoping she would not come across Victor that day. How could she face him after what they shared? Things would never be the same between them if he knew. She hoped he didn't know already. Lord knows he saw all of her. He could recognize her body now. He may have known she was wearing a wig to conceal her identity. He had put his hands in her hair that time while she was sucking him. He had been very close to her all night long. Any number of things could have given her away.
Denise busied herself with calling and interviewing informants. Doing the necessary paperwork to follow up and getting permission to tap phone lines.
Denise had done everything to avoid him that first day and when he first saw her, he had said nothing about the pervious night to indicate he knew her secret. If she had it her way she would hide in her office for the rest of that day. No, definitely the rest of the week if she had it her way. But fate wouldn't let her hide herself away for long.
"Denise!” Victor came storming into her office, letting the door slam against the wall. At first she feared he may already know her secret. “Where is the report for the Simmons file? I got a phone call to confirm the order to tap the phone lines and I can't find it. I left it on my desk and now I can't find it."
Denise just furrowed her brows at him in frustration. The man never acted like this. He was usually much calmer and easy going. “It got filed.” She pointed to the wall of filing cabinets in her office. “What's got you tied up in knots this morning, sir?” She asked, wary of starting any kind of conversation with him, of anything that might reveal her secret. At the same time, she knew being too quiet would let him know something was wrong, possibly even giving away her guilt. She knew his reaction had been building for weeks, and what had originally put him in such a foul mood was her.
His voice was caustic and lined with anger, “You'd be in a tizzy, too, if you spent a night giving pleasure to someone and they took the first opportunity to walk out on you."
She instinctively knew he was talking about the night they shared together. Her face paled notably and her blood chilled. “I'm sorry.” She began to wring her hands, then stopped realizing she was sending out deceptive body language that showed she was lying, to a man who was trained in the art of reading it. Was she a complete idiot? She might as well just be admitting it was her. Her body language was almost as bad as coming out and telling him the words that she was the one.
"I don't even know her name."
She was me. My name is Denise, her thoughts raced as she wondered, what would he be thinking if he knew? If he really knew who she was, and how wantonly she acted that night? What would he do if he knew how many times she had re-lived that night in her own troubled mind? Or if he knew how many times her dreams had turned to him as her dream lover? She might be able to distance him in her life, but he lived intimately in her mind. She stared blankly at her clenched hands. She didn't want to meet his eyes.
When she finally raised her eyes to meet his, she saw his eyes were glued to her hands. She watched as the emotion they held changed from shock to thinly veiled anger. She didn't know how he knew, but suddenly she knew that he knew who his mistress was that night. She looked down at her hands in horror to see her grandmother's ring. She had worn it that night. She had not thought about removing it. She always wore it. And she still had it on. It was a habit that she had not thought to break.
"Denise, did you go to my party last week?” He lounged casually against the doorframe.
"I don't know what you mean."
She felt herself shrinking from the cold gray of his watchful smile. He didn't respond to her. He just stood there examining her as if he could read her like a book. Could he tell she was lying? Without a word he crossed the room and shut the door, locking it behind him.
A shiver of fear kissed her spine. He knew. She just knew he knew. There was not a doubt in her mind that he was drawing out the tension. It was time to pay the piper. She looked up at him with an effort, fighting the trembling sensation that threatened to take over her limbs.
"I think you do know,” he said in a stern voice.
She swallowed, knowing she had been caught, but how badly? Was it a guess? She wasn't going to admit anything, if he didn't know for sure. Denise threw her shoulders back determined not to give anything away. He would have to beat it out of her first. A visual memory of that night passed through her mind, and she was immediately turned on. Beat it out of her? She might actually enjoy that. Let him try.
"When were you going to tell me?"
He knew. Denise realized that any pretense was useless at that moment. “Never. Wasn't that obvious?"
"Now it is, Dee.” He emphasized her false name with anger.
Suddenly she felt a pang of regret; perhaps if there were no secrets between them, they could have had a decent friendship for the future. But now? Not any longer. She had ruined everything. The best thing she could hope for was to be back to some sort of professionalism. If it was even possible to salvage that much of a relationship. “Look, now that we know, we can put this behind us and go on with our lives and pretend it never happened."
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes.” She replied hesitantly.
"What you really want?” he repeated the question in a calm voice.
"Yes.” She looked to the floor when she said it, but she could already feel a familiar heat rise within her. A signal of her body readying itself in anticipation of him. She crossed her arms over her chest, br
ushing against the nipples that had hardened into firm peaks.
"Your words are saying one thing and your body is telling me another, Denise."
"I don't know, but it's for the best, isn't it?” she squeaked out.
"Is it? When I found you were gone I went crazy looking for you. I can't believe you left me in the middle of the night.” Victor's fist hit her desk in frustration. He had obsessed on her for that week. He thought he knew, but it was not until today that he knew for sure. He was hoping she would have confessed. That she would have talked about it to clear the air between them, or admitted that she wanted more. How could she not want what they shared to continue?
Denise winced. It sounded cruel and heartless. Was that how he saw her? Her voice was resigned when she actually spoke, “I thought it was for the best. What kind of choice do we have? It's not like we have a future together. You and I both enjoyed the sex and that is it. End of story."
"Aren't you afraid everyone else will find out your little secret?"
"I don't have any secrets, Victor. Are you saying you are planning on blackmailing me?"
"No, I am saying that you worked so hard to keep this hidden, but I knew who you were. I was waiting for you to come to me, to talk with me, but you never did. Is it because you are embarrassed?"
"Yes—No. I don't know, but that is exactly why it has to end Victor. I can't keep a secret like that forever. Sooner or later everyone would know about us."
"So what.” Victor crossed the distance between them in a heartbeat and she rose to her feet. His strong hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him. “You should be proud of who you are. You were made to be dominated, Denise. I know how you felt that night. You enjoyed every minute of it. It doesn't have to be the end, Denise.” He kissed her, ravaging her mouth with his. His tongue licked the entrance at her mouth and she opened to him in her submission. It felt delicious to let him kiss her like this, his tongue attacking and retreating in steady rhythm, mocking sex. The heat spread through her entire body.
Finally he drew back from their kiss, and spoke, “It doesn't have to end, Denise."
Denise let out a sigh, “I confess I don't want it to end either."
"Then let's make it a beginning. Trust me, Denise"
"I trust you, Victor."
Chapter Nine
"Tell me that you didn't like it that night."
"I can't."
"You can't, can you? Why is that?” Victor smirked at her, already knowing the answer. His fingers traced circles on the nape of her neck intimately.
"I can't because that wouldn't be true.” She was such a bad liar that she didn't even try.
"Do you know why, Denise?"
