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I step out of the limo with my hand in Zane’s, bursting with joy. His presence seems to fill me up, and my heart races as he leads me through the doors and then onto the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors close, he pushes me against the wall and his lips are on my neck, his hands exploring my body. How did I get so lucky?
This is the first time we have been alone together, and the air seems to pulse. His touch is gentle and firm, as if he is claiming me.
He takes the key out of his pocket and unlocks the door. Before me is a huge, luxurious apartment. The high ceilings and large windows are inviting, and I’m immediately overwhelmed by the beauty. The walls are painted a soothing, dark blue, and the furniture is modern and comfortable.
I step into the living room, and Zane follows, his hand still in mine. He walks me around the room, pointing out the fine details and the expensive artwork on the walls.
He opens a door and leads me into an even bigger room, this one with a balcony overlooking the city. The skyline is a beautiful sight to behold.
Zane takes me in his arms and begins to kiss me, his hands exploring my body. He seems to know exactly what I need and want.
He grabs my hand and leads me back into the living room, and then he opens another door, leading me into the bedroom. He walks me over to the bed and gently pushes me down, and then he stands there, looking at me, his eyes filled with heat and desire. His hands trailing along my body, as if he is memorizing every inch of me. Touch so gentle and yet so strong, and I become lost in the moment.
How did I get so lucky? How did I end up here? In Zane’s arms?
He leans in and kisses me, desire and passion flooding through me. I want him in ways I have never wanted before.
He moves his lips down my neck, trailing kisses across my collarbone and down to my chest. Zane's hands move to the zipper of her dress, his fingers trailing it down my back. His lips move down my body, his tongue tracing circles around my navel.
He pulls the dress off, exposing my naked body. He kisses my inner thigh, his mouth exploring my most intimate areas. Tongue moving in slow circles around my clit, his lips sending shivers throughout my body. I gasp, my body aching for more.
He pushes my legs apart, his tongue exploring further. He licks and sucks, teasing me until I’m on the brink. My body quivering with anticipation as he moves his mouth over me. His fingers sliding inside, his thumb rubbing my clit.
I moan, my body trembling. He moves his mouth from my clit, his tongue sliding deep inside.
“Fuck.........” I gasp, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure sweeps over me. He holds me tight, his mouth finding mine in a passionate kiss.
“God damn, Zane. How the fuck is this ever supposed to be a one-night thing when you make me come like that?”
13
Zane
I get out of bed, still feeling her presence lingering around me like an invisible force field wrapping around my body. I’m energized yet exhausted all at once; as if they are two physical forces paradoxically working together inside my body, even though neither seemed compatible on paper.It is strange but undeniably exhilarating—something different from anything I’ve ever experienced. My heart races just thinking about it, a reminder of everything that happened between us Saturday night and then again last night.
I get dressed for work, eager for what awaited today; My thoughts drawing back towards memories from last night - each second filling with vivid recollections. The warmth radiating from her skin when I caressed it... the soft curves contouring perfectly into every inch…
When I get to work, she is standing outside my office in a gray pencil skirt and a white blouse. She doesn’t smile when she sees me, but something inside us both has shifted; the air between more intimate than before. We meet eyes until she looks away with a hint of mischief on her face - just enough to make me wonder if this wasn’t all imagined? My day at work drags on as our encounter replays in my mind.
The afternoon rolls around and still we have yet to speak again—Or perhaps that’s because neither of us is quite ready after such an unforgettable two nights. Everywhere I turn, her scent lingers... the taste upon my tongue. So much can be conveyed saying no words.
I’m reminded of how much we still need to remain professional in the office. We both cannot afford any distractions that may arise from such an intimate encounter—After all, she’s my assistant, and no matter what happens between us outside of working hours; during business hours our roles have not changed... yet.
We spend the rest of the day with a professionalism expected from two colleagues in such proximity; Yet now and then - when no one is looking, she flashes me some look of extreme suggestiveness, as if her memory was synced up with mine! We never talked about what happened, but somehow it lingered between us like an unspoken understanding being shared throughout the entire office—That same silent knowing understood by both parties yet never uttered out loud.
As I prepare to leave for the day, I text her from my office and see if she is interested in coming over to my place for dinner. She’s hesitant at first - yet with a subtle wave of courtesy and politeness that takes me aback as it suggests how much care still exists between us despite everything; In addition, perhaps this also hints towards something we haven’t even acknowledged yet—That maybe both our hearts are yearning for something more than what can only be experienced within the boundaries of professionalism?Whatever it may lead to, a spark has been lit inside us, exchangeable through these unsaid words, alluding to an unknown understanding. She replies quicker than expected, with a blushing smiley emoticon; Yes!
So with that, I gather my things and rush out of the office—Adrenaline amp’d up because of the prospects of our evening ahead. I’m ready for a different dinner than usual; So instead of risking cooking something myself and screwing it up then have us order in any way - we decide on Stevenson’s!
When I get home, I take a quick shower, and change clothes. A nice pair of dark jeans and a button-up - smart enough for the evening, yet still inviting to suggest this will be more than just dinner; but also an opportunity to further explore what lies between us with no tangible boundaries inhibiting our connection.
When she knocks, I smooth out my shirt before opening the door. I get lost in her eyes - they seem to be brighter than usual.
“Come on in,” I say, opening the door wider and then shutting it.
I drink her in. She’s wearing a short red dress and black heels. Yeah, I’m glad I didn’t go with the t-shirt.
“The food should be here any minute. I didn’t want to poison you with my cooking.”
