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Several earth-stabilizing seconds passed and then with a long, deep groan Adam drew out of her and turned her around on her shaky legs. Thankfully, he was quick to draw her up easily and seat her atop the commode, her back resting against the wall.
“God, you’re incredible,” he said as he kissed her lips, her throat and then down to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands and licked on each chocolate nugget tip. Gabrielle moaned, arching her back and offering herself up more to him. He greedily sucked on her nipples, his hands manipulating her breasts so roughly that they ached so good. She was shocked by his ardor, considering it was just moments since their rapturous orgasm.
Even more shocking was the way her body came alive again for him, swollen folds eagerly receptive as Adam, incredibly, thrust into her again with his already turgid member. How could he possibly feel even bigger and harder than before? Gabrielle’s eyes and lips were wide with shocked lust as she stared into his face. Their eyes locked while he plunged into her welcoming heat over and over, unrelenting in his need for more of her.
His hard thrusts almost pounded her into the wall behind her. This devil man, thought Gabrielle in a daze, seemed set to take her on a ride her vagina would definitely not soon forget.
She almost wept when he tugged his mouth off her breast, but it was to pull back enough so he could look down between them at her sex. He reached down and pressed his thumb against her clit as he watched his ivory staff bore into her mocha folds. She wasn’t sure she could take much more of his punishing momentum, but that thumb stroking on her clitoris afforded a perfect balance of sweetness to his raw, demanding thrusts.
Watching her face, he applied pressure to her hooded button, seeing ecstasy ripple over her features and resound within her walls wrapped so tightly around him. This time was as hard, fast and thorough as the first, and just as explosive in its culmination – heralded first by Gabrielle, who came with jolting spasms hitting her spine.
Taking her face to face proved to be his undoing. Seeing her unravel for him sent Adam blasting into his orgasm with rocket-launcher force.
Minutes later, as they straightened their clothes, Gabrielle’s senses cleared of what had to be an alcohol-induced mist. What have we done?
Much, much later, Gabrielle would try to piece together the memories of what happened next.
How she tried to push past Adam, saying she had to get back before her friend Ayana started to worry. But then had Adam asked for her number? She just might have given it to him, she realized. Days later, she looked in her purse and saw where she’d tucked the card he’d handed to her. Without bothering to look over the details printed there, Gabrielle quickly ripped the card to tiny pieces. She knew better than to be tempted to even think of seeing Adam again…
***
Gabrielle was all nerves as she stared up at the ominous building before her. This was her last chance to just turn around and go home, said the quaking voice within her.
But she needed this job. It all seemed too good to be true and yet, she wanted this chance. So with a deep breath, she walked into the magnificent edifice and soon made her way high up to the glossy offices of A.B. Financial.
What if I don’t get this job? Even as she fretted, she decided that no way she’d take no for an answer. She walked out of the elevator and went straight up to the receptionist desk.
“Hi, welcome to A.B. Financial, office of the CEO. How may I help you?” asked the pretty young blonde with her perky personality.
“I’m here for the executive assistant position,” Gabrielle said brightly. “My name is Gabrielle Black.”
“Oh.” The blonde’s eyes widened, and she tapped some buttons on her keyboard, stared at her screen and then gave Gabrielle an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, there’s been some sort of mistake.”
“What?” No, no, no! Gabrielle wanted to scream. She could already see the job slipping through her fingers. Her perpetual ill luck was about to rear its ugly head again – or why else was this happening?
“Your name isn’t on the list of shortlisted candidates. Though your application was received, you didn’t make the cut. The email was sent to you in error,” the receptionist said gently.
“But…it specifically said I was to show up today for the interview. What kind of mix-up is that?” Gabrielle blurted, while trying to keep her voice calm.
“I apologize, but these mistakes happen. The actual candidates were interviewed and tested earlier today, and my boss is in the process of making a final selection. I’m sorry.”
