Gage: I know I should have, but she pissed me off. I love you. I miss you.
Me: I love and miss you too. I’m starting to forget what you look like.
Gage: Picture message: This is just for you, he misses you too. (Picture of his penis)
Me: Stop tempting me, I need to heal up a bit. Damn he’s sexy. Not as sexy as his owner though. Sorry honey, I love him. But I happen to like the man he’s attached to more. Don’t know why.
Gage: It’s the big dick. That’s why.
Me: No, it’s not. I thought you were hot before I ever saw him.
Gage: Oh really? Care to elaborate?
Me: Real quick… then I have a meeting with Donald today. Ick.
Gage: If he flirts, I’m coming to kill him.
Me: Then you better come because he’s going to flirt. Already got a dozen roses from him this morning.
Gage: Are they prettier than then ones I sent?
Me: Are any flowers EVER prettier than the giant elaborate drop-dead gorgeous ones you ALWAYS send? I love you.
Gage: I love you way more. And I have to send flowers that are up to par, with how astonishing the recipient is… There is only one real deprivation…and that is not to be able to give one’s gifts to those one loves most.
Me: My Suit Master. You’re so romantic.
Gage: I know, Angel. Now tell me about how hot you think I am.
Me: Great…go and ruin it, why don’t cha? Lol… Fine. I’m giving in only to make you happy.
Gage: I’m already happier than most men…but I still want to know.
Me: The day you walked in the bar when I was out with Corey. I was turned on looking at you and smelling you. I thought you were hotter than any GQ model than I’ve ever seen.
Gage: Any?
Me: That’s what I said. Any. Plus, you dress impeccably well. What suit are you wearing today?
Gage: Just my black Armani double breasted…with a black and pink geometric tie somebody had anonymously delivered to my apartment on Tuesday. Along with these new quartz cufflinks that were also in the box. I pared it all with my black alligator shoes.
Me: See…you are super-hot! I’m glad you are wearing your gifts.
Gage: I love them. These are my new favorite cufflinks.
Me: I’m glad. Now go find yourself an older, married, and less appealing secretary. I want to see my boyfriend sometime in the next decade, other than a Wednesday nooner in my office.
Gage: She could be a supermodel and I wouldn’t notice. I’ll find one. I love you and again I’m sorry for yesterday. Date tomorrow night?
Me: Yes, please. And I love you too. See you then, have a great day, text you tonight.
Dropping my phone into my top desk drawer, I glance up and once again, my eyes immediately zone in on the massive tropical flower arrangement on my desk. Gage had them and a big box of chocolates delivered this morning.
“Boss, ten minutes till your meeting.” Daniel says over the intercom.
“Okay, thank you Daniel, I’ll be out in eight.” I reply.
“Do you want me to have tea and your briefcase ready?”
“Yes, please.”
The intercom clicks off and I relax in my office chair. I have to meet with Donald today. Not my finest career moment. I haven’t seen him since the day we finalized the lawsuit. I’m not looking forward to it, to say the least.
Anyhow, let’s catch you up to speed with my week. It’s been a long one. As I’m sure, you’ve already realized Gage and I are in a relationship. A happy and carefree one for the most part and I love it immensely. Sunday, Gage and Emma stayed the night at my house; we had breakfast the next morning before Gage took Emma to school. I came into work to another week of late nights and last minute order changes. It’s one of those hundred mile and hour weeks. I barely get a chance to breathe.
Tuesday, nothing is different than a few texts from Gage and work, although I did order him a tie and cufflinks for him. Wednesday, is why he is worried about me. At lunchtime, I had a tall, handsome, and romantic visitor drop by on his lunch hour, with lunch for both of us. What ended up happening though wasn’t something I ever thought about, much less prepared for.
Gage walked into my office yesterday, dropped the lunch sack on the leather guest chair. Coming around the side of my desk, I stood, hugged then kissed him. That was the mistake, kissing him. As soon as our lips locked, they didn’t leave each other for another half an hour. One second it’s some innocent lunch. The next Gage has me on my desk, legs on his shoulders, my black dress hiked up and he’s rips my panties off. Using lady’s pre-come and saliva on his rod and my entrance for lube, we got lost in one another. Making love right on my desk, hot, passionate, grunting, fast, pounding, hard, sweaty, and in the end blissfully shattering. I came so hard I screamed, and I didn’t hold back. I wouldn’t be surprised if my Gustav Klimt paintings didn’t shake during my climaxing pleasure cry. Apparently, I’m a screamer. Who knew? I had no idea, not until Gage. He brings it out in me.