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Each exhale and inhale adds to my arousal. Our slow perusal of each other is exactly what I need right now.
He works his mouth slowly down my neck, nipping and sucking as he makes his way to lavish attention on my breasts. Alternating back and forth between the two. The one his hot mouth isn’t laving at his hand kneads my breast and pinches the nipple.
My back arches up, pushing my breast into his hand. I reach down between us and find his hardened dick, stroking it a few times. I’m so wet and ready to feel him inside me, I release him and tug his face to up mine.
“I need you inside me now,” I pant.
“Then take me, pet.” He takes my hand and covers himself with our joined hands.
I line up the head of his cock with my pussy. Ever so slowly, he pushes inside me until he’s fully seated in me. My own arousal makes the invasion easy.
A low moan sounds in my throat as he pulls back out. I grip him tightly, not wanting to be empty of him. Thankfully he stops about halfway and then rocks back into me. His pace is slow and steady. Each push in stokes the fire a little higher in me, like a flower blooming.
Putting his index finger in his mouth, he takes it out and reaches down and around me prodding at me back there until he has his finger in until the second knuckle. The burn is so delicious. He works his finger in tandem with his hips grinding into me, and my orgasm sneaks up on me. Then it overcomes me.
As I peak, Cade follows me and we lay with each other not moving as we come down. He reverses our position with him still inside me, and I fall into a blissful sleep.
20 Wronged
Itake the next day off work, not ready to face anyone. But then I’m back at it. Thankfully it’s Friday so I only have to endure one day before my next reprieve.
When I step off the elevator on my floor there is a buzz in the air, and I only need one guess what it’s from. I stop ten feet from my desk I can’t bring myself to get any closer to it. I see the door to Mr. Neal's office is wide open, and I peek in to see it’s now cleaned out.
One of the other secretaries comes up to me. “Do you know why Mr. Neal got canned?” The excitement at possibly getting some good gossip from me is going to be short-lived. I have no interest in spilling the details.
“I didn’t even know he got fired. I was sick yesterday,” I add to help remove any speculation of my involvement. Not that I want to lie, but it’s my business and I don’t want everyone to know. A part of me still thinks I could have done something to prevent it.
“Well, whatever the reason HR is being very tight-lipped about it,” she says then moves on, looking for someone who will join her in her quest.
At least HR is keeping things under wraps.
I am curious as to how they found out. I pull up the text thread with each of the guys and shoot a quick message.
:Elle:Do any of you know why Mr. Neal was mysteriously fired?
I don’t get a reply before the head of HR comes up to me.
“Good morning, Miss Bennet. Come with me, please,” Jake Simon asks politely. We get a few curious looks but I can’t very well tell him no, so I follow him with my purse and phone in hand, back to the elevator and up to the executive floor.
He enters his office and his secretary comes in with a notepad and pen in hand. I tuck my phone into my purse and sit it on my lap with my ankles crossed.
“Sheila is going to be for legal purposes. I have a few questions to ask you about the incident two days ago with Mr. Neal.” Jake leans up against this side of his desk with his hands resting on the top next to him.
My heart picks up speed. I don’t like the inference he’s making without actually saying it.
“Okay, do I need legal counsel present?” I ask.
“No, why would you think that?” He tilts his head but his tone insinuates I’m being dramatic.
I keep my cool and answer, “Because you just told me Sheila is here forlegalreasons.” I gesture toward her as I emphasize the word legal.
“That’s more of a formality really.” He pauses then continues. “Can you tell me what happened on Wednesday after work? We need to put your statement in Mr. Neal's file. In situations like this, it’s best if we have all our t’s crossed and i’s dotted.”
I reluctantly go over my assault, Sheila taking notes the entire time. When I’m done Jake claps his hands together and says, “Due to the nature of events, we’ve decided to let both of you go. Please clear out your desk within the hour.”
He gestures for me to leave moving around his desk and getting to work. I’m shocked that I’m being punished for what happened.
Woodenly, I stand pulling my purse strap over my shoulder, feeling weird about the suddenness of this turn of events.
