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Josh
The first time I met Nia Farrow, my entire world shifted on its axis. Life had been so simple up to that point. i worked hard and played even harder. Spent my spare time collecting women and nice things. My primary mission in life was to make my mom laugh and my dad proud. Take care of my grandma and my kid sister. And all was well in Josh’s world. I was golden. Happy. I had good friends and a great job. I was blessed to be healthy and fucking handsome. I thought I had it all. But life’s a bitch, right? The higher and the more unmovable you think you are, the bigger the lesson she teaches you.
***
After years of busting my ass at my job’s headquarters, I received a promotion. They’d given me the position of head of human resources of our West Coast branch. The very branch where Nia is the accounting manager.
I tried. I really tried. Although our company doesn’t have a non-fraternization policy, I didn’t want to get involved with anyone at work. Too much potential for drama. Too many unpleasant experiences in my younger, more careless years. So I told myself Nia and I would not happen. That she might have been the most beautiful, sexiest, and on top of that wicked smart, fucking funny… absolutely perfect woman for me, but I would not go there.Yeah, right. It took one look at her luscious curves to know I needed to be inside her more than my next breath. And a single one of her stunning smiles, for my heart to join the chorus. For months, we played a stupid game of cat and mouse. Teasing, flirting, toeing the line but never crossing it. Till my dick decided ‘fuck it’.
***
Every month-end, Nia and I meet to go over variances between budgeted and actual personnel expenses. During these meetings, I see a facet of her I love. The team leader who’s entirely deserving of her responsibilities. A smart, disciplined woman. Her warm, brown gaze doesn’t waver from the documents we pour over, or the monitor displaying line after line of data. When she looks at me, it’s with professionalism. With a cute little frown, eyes intense, mouth devoid of the faintest trace of a smile. Her game face is fucking hot. But I noticed she popped open just one extra button of her blouse, wore lipstick that was a shade sultrier than her usual, and emphasized the sway of her hips on her way out of my office. In all innocence, I’m sure. Just to mess with good ole Josh. Because that’s what we do, we tease each other. I let her have a good run with it. For the first couple of months, I ignored Nia’s provocations and remained irreproachable during our meetings. Outside of those, I would send her the occasional wink, dazzling grin or flirty compliment, and she’d respond in kind. I’m a gentleman. I know how to behave, right? Yeah, my inner caveman didn’t take that shit for long. I still clearly remember the day ‘Neanderthal Josh’ showed his mug.
***
About a month ago, after one of our review sessions, Nia stood from the conference table and stretched her arms. The movement pulled the fabric of her top tightly over her full tits, making my dick stand to attention and annihilating the last functioning brain cell I had left in Nia’s presence. I let my eyes roam over all five feet seven of her. My brain, body and heart finally coming to an agreement. This woman was mine and the time to claim her was way overdue. I gathered a steadying breath, rising from my chair and walked to the door. I switched the lock, pulled the blinds on the glass panel, and came to stand in front of Nia. She looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time. Like I was crazy, and she loved it.
“Josh?” she purred throatily.
“Yes, love.”
My smirk was firmly in place and I advanced till the points of our shoes met. I bent, lowering my head to the side, and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. I saw and felt her full-body shiver. The side of my mouth hooked higher. I let the caress of my lips slowly slide down till our mouths met. It was exquisite torture. Being so close, smelling her, finally having the opportunity to touch and taste her. I felt a bit dizzy and a whole lot lucky. One of my large hands splayed at the side of her curved waist, and I marveled at how perfectly she fit in my hold. My lips tenderly parted Nia’s. I inhaled her scent and griping her harder; I plunged my tongue into her mouth. Finally, letting myself taste her, have her. Take what was mine.
And I could tell we were on the exact same wavelength. Nia groped my ass and rolled her hips against my erection. Her tongue met mine swirl for swirl, stroke for fucking stroke, and I almost came in my designer slacks. How was she doing that? I was supposed to be the one conducting the seduction. But instead, my hot vixen ran her hands over every bulge of my muscles she could reach. She licked, suckled, and playfully bit on my lips and tongue. I slid my fingers through the big curls falling to her shoulders, and held her gorgeous face in place while I made long, slow, deep, wet, delicious love to her sassy mouth. And so it started.
***
Every time I pass Nia in the office hallways, I sneak us into a broom closet or an empty conference room. Our mouths come crashing, our bodies collide and we share a few moments of bliss. Kissing, touching, moaning and groaning. But so far it’s always been over our clothes. I can’t wait to thoroughly know her taste, the feel of her…
Nia
A quick rap on my office door diverts my attention from the computer monitor. The instant my eyes meet Josh Browlyn’s ocean blue gaze, I lose all focus. I feel myself grow flushed, my nipples painfully harden, and a throbbing begins in my nether regions.Fuck!
I watch in silence as he steps into the room and closes the door behind himself. When I hear the telltale click of the lock, I shake myself from my daze and let out between clenched teeth, hands balled into fists: “don’t you dare close that door, Browlyn.”
Josh’s smile only grows wider. Dazzling me some more. The mischievous twinkle in his deep blue eyes tells me I’m screwed.Well, not yet…
“I mean it, Joshua. We agreed no more after last time.”
Josh stops drawing the shades on the glass pane to throw over a muscular shoulder: “It’s safe to say we lied, sweetheart. That statement was hasty and not very thought through,” he adds, all lawyer like, then winks before completing his task.
Once done closing us to the outside world, Josh rounds my desk and comes to lean over the chair I’m occupying, effectively caging me in with one hand on each armrest.
“Hey, baby,” he breathes softly, face mere inches from mine.
I can only shake my head ‘no’. Battling to conserve energy for a fight, I know I’ve already lost. Because let’s face it, my panties are damp, my clit is throbbing, my mouth watering at the thought of traveling the length of Josh’s six foot plus of tall, built yumminess… The deep pools of his baby blues are mesmerizing and the rest of his face does not help. The short fuzz of dark brown hair I can’t wait to run my fingers over. His heavy brows, masculine nose, square jaw, carved cheekbones, and a mouth made for sin.God, he’s handsome.And his body?Phew!I used to think Josh Browlyn was quasi irresistible in his expensive suits and fancy ties. All clean cut and exuding of power. Now Iknowhe is. One hundred percent.
“Missed me?” He asks in a hushed tone.
And I can only stare. At his handsome face, the impossible broadness of his shoulders. Take in as much as I can, while this craziness lasts, and try to control my breathing so I don’t grow dizzy from his delicious scent. The woodsy undertones of Josh Browlyn’s cologne and the enticing power of his alpha male pheromones.Fuck me.
“Come on, baby, just one kiss,” he croons seductively, rascal that he is.
“Fuck you,” I allow myself to counter before pulling him by his stupid, perfectly knotted tie and crushing our mouths together…
I plunge my tongue deep, taking Josh’s mouth in a wet, dizzying kiss. I feel, more than I see, him drop to his knees and push my legs apart to fit himself between my spread thighs. His big, warm hands run over the sensitive skin. Splayed out like he has the right to touch me in this way. Like I’m his and he’s doing with my body as he wishes.
Josh’s long, strong fingers keep traveling under my tweed skirt, while our lips, tongues and teeth battle for pleasure. He tastes so good… so fucking good. Never has a man made me feel the way Josh Browlyn does. He ignites my desire with a single glance, lights up my body with the barest touch, and can take me over the edge in so many different ways. Just thinking about it makes my heart beat faster.
