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“You win it,” he says and kisses me again.
It takes a miracle for me to gather my strength to push him back again. “No. No. I don’t want to win the business that way.”
He finally lets go of me and says, “This isn’t a meeting for you guys to win our business. I already decided to give it to you.” He walks to his desk, lifts up the blotter, and pulls out a check. He walks back and I can see it’s a cashier’s check for ten-thousand dollars made out to the company. “I already cut the retainer check,” he said. “This meeting is just sorting out the process. Right now has nothing to do with business.”
As he says all that, his breathing is labored. Damn it, he wants me as much as I want him. “Then what the hell are you waiting for?” I ask.
He smiles and I’m treated to the devilish look of arousal in his eyes that thrilled me back at the hotel bar. It thrills me again but not as much as it thrills me when he folds the check and puts in in his pocket before kissing me again and kissing me hard.
All of this is impossible, right?
Girls don’t fall in love in one night. If that happens, they don’t fall in love with a guy they’ll never see again. If they do by some crazy twist of fate, they don’t end up seeing him again in the one place that would allow a relationship to be ongoing!
Fall in love.
Yeah, I mean, that’s how it feels. Instant love. I can’t call it love at first sight because I became aware of it while we made love. What am I supposed to call it, though? That’s how it feels and that’s why I’ve been so utterly obsessed. Over the last week or so, it isn’t Carl’s dick I’ve been longing for (at least not when I wasn’t alone in bed at night) but his presence.
And now he’s here, and as he kisses me, it feels to me like everything is all right in the world. I don’t know if he’s the one who first starts getting us undressed or if it’s me. I know that he ends up with his flannel shirt unbuttoned and his chest and abdomen exposed while I run my hands over his muscles and we continue to kiss. At the same time, my blouse is off and my skirt is pooled at my feet so I stand there in just my bra, my slip, and my panties.
When he breaks off the kiss, I’m confused but he steps past me and turns the deadbolt on his office door. I slide my slip down and off and reach behind my back to unclasp my bra. I don’t have it unclasped before he’s back and kissing me again. It doesn’t matter because I focus on getting his belt off and he takes care of the bra. Again, the process itself becomes a little blurry. The important thing is that I end up naked and he ends up wearing just his boxers.
And soon, I’m on my knees and his boxers are down.
As I stroke his shaft and kiss and lick the tip, it occurs to me that I never used my mouth on him back at the hotel. I can’t think of a single time, at least not in the last four years, where I didn’t use my mouth as part of foreplay.
I don’t know, it just makes this moment feel significant. I lift my hand to his balls and kind of decide I not only want to give him a blowjob as part of foreplay but I also want to perform the blowjob to completion. That’s something I’ve never done if going all the way is on the table. I mean, I guess I’m hoping he’ll be able to have sex afterward but at the same time, it’s not really a priority for me. The priority for me is just to deliver him as much pleasure as I can. Whether or not that makes sense doesn’t really matter to me at the moment.
As I caress his balls, I switch from kissing and licking the tip to taking it into my mouth and then deeper. I’m not going to say that I ordinarily don’t give a damn if a guy likes what I do for him. I mean, it’s not like I think a guy should just be grateful he’s getting anything from me at all. I do want it to be good for a guy. I really do. I can tell you right now, though, that I want this to be good for Carl in a way I can’t ever remember wanting.
Even back in high school when I lost my virginity to a boy after the homecoming dance in my junior year, which up until now stood as the time when how it felt for the boy mattered the most to me, I didn’t want it like I want it now. Back then, it had everything to do with it being my first time and me not wanting to screw up. Right now, it’s all about wanting to give Carl pleasure. I mean… I don’t think it has ever mattered to me as much as it matters now. My head is all wrapped up in how much satisfaction I can give this guy.
Well, since he cums so much I feel like it’s a miracle I swallow it all down without it spilling out all over me, I guess I succeed. You better believe that he can manage another round, too. This is the first time I ever have sex on top of a desk, and I can tell you it feels like making love, too.
In the parking lot, later, I sit in my car and call Kennedy. She’s just about to step into her meeting. I say, “I’m going to take the rest of the day off.”
“Oh, honey,” she says sympathetically. “The meeting didn’t work out.”
“We got the deal,” I say, “but… Kenny, Mr. Matthews is Carl.”
“Right. I’ve known him my whole life. Everyone here knows everyone.”
“Kenny,” I say, “Carl from the hotel.”
She’s silent for a second and then she shrieks. She gets control of herself and says, “Take the whole week off if you want.”
“Gotta go,” I say as Carl waves to me and gets in his truck so I can follow him to his place.
Chapter Five
Five months pass.
There are still tall, muscular, sexy lumberjacks everywhere in Evergreen Valley but I still have eyes only for one.
Five months. What is that? A hundred and fifty days or so, right?
Well, if I’ve had sex fewer than two-hundred times, I’ll be surprised. The moment I see Carl, I can’t keep my hands off him. No matter how much I plan to do something more meaningful than just giving or receiving an orgasm, I never last more than a few minutes.
The worst part about it is that if we go to dinner, I’m distracted thinking about the sex so I don’t get to enjoy the rest.
