More Bang for His Buck(7)

He was standing close to me, before the big double doors at the entrance to the building. I still held onto his arm.

“I had a good night, Jessie. Thanks for showing me where you work.”

“Me too. Umm, thanks for dinner!” I answered. I licked my lips. He was tall, and looked down on me even in my heels. He really was unspeakably hot. “Just how inappropriate would it be for me to kiss you right now?” I blurted out.

He smiled, with a little laugh. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

So I reached up and curled my hand around the back of his neck, and drew him in for a long, slow kiss. His lips were soft and dry, and his breath tasted like wine when he parted them slightly. Unwittingly, I pressed my body closer to his, and felt his hand rest lightly on the small of my back. Little bursts of excitement bubbled up in the pit of my stomach - and lower - and I fought to restrain myself, flicking the very tip of my tongue over his lip before gently pulling away.

His body was firm, and he held me comfortably, looking down on my face with his soft smile. I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressed against me, and my own answering throb. With difficulty, I removed my arms from his neck.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” He murmured, putting his hands on my waist as we reluctantly disengaged, leaving me feeling weak. “We’ll sign those contracts.”

I smiled and nodded, biting my lip to stop myself from making a fool of myself by inviting him up. “Goodnight, Rick.” I said instead.

“Goodnight Jess.”

He watched my back as I entered and walked up the first few steps. I had to take off my heels to make it upstairs on my shaky legs. I stripped off my clothes as soon as I made it inside, and fell into my bed. But as tired as I was, sleep was out of reach. My skin prickled. I still felt his lips on mine, his hardness pressed against my hip, his arm around me.

Unthinking, I ran my hands over my body, cupping my heavy breasts, lazily teasing the nipples. My fingers trailed down over the soft rise of my stomach and found the small patch of hair between my legs. I brushed them over my wetness, rubbing my clit, then slipped one easily inside. I imagined his fingers on me, rubbing, stroking. I wanted to feel his strong hands on my hips. His tongue… oh god. My climax came quickly, and I cried out in short bursts as the shocks of pleasure rocked my body.

I was immediately suffused by a warm, comforting fatigue. Wrapping the sheets around me with a smile on my face, I slept.







The weekend dragged.

On Monday morning, I was up early, eager to get to work… And though I struggled to admit it to myself, eager to see Rick again.

I dressed conservatively. The button-down shirt I chose was a little tight, and my breasts strained against the fabric, but with my short skirt and black stockings the overall effect was good. I allowed myself red lipstick, and pulled my hair back.

The receptionist was expecting me, and ushered me into Rick’s office. He wasn’t in - she directed me into the little room off to the side, and I entered. It was small but the view was the same vast cityscape, and there was a spacious desk, and a couple of indoor plants. I took a look at the equipment, checking out the phones and computer while I waited for Rick, or at least someone, to tell me what to do.

Half an hour later I heard him noisily enter, and peeked around the doorway to look in on his office. Seeing him had just the effect on me that I suspected it would - unexplained happiness bubbling up from within me, and I smiled to myself. He was dressed in a charcoal suit, looking harried and busy - the complete opposite of his relaxed self at dinner. The reading glasses were back, and he was carrying large folders and poster boards. I watched as he put it all down. Then, feeling like an eavesdropper, I knocked on the doorway to get his attention.

Rick’s head jerked up, and a tired smile spread over his face immediately. “Good morning,” he said. “Glad to see you didn’t change your mind.” He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why on Earth would I change my mind?” I asked, laughingly. I wasn’t sure how to approach him. The way we’d said goodnight the other day made it awkward. I didn’t want to appear unprofessional, but I didn’t want to be cold either.

Luckily, he directed me to sit down while he moved to his big leather chair. He rummaged around in drawers for a moment while I silently watched, and produced some paperwork for me to sign. I could feel his eyes on me while I went over it.

“How do you like your little closet?” He asked while I worked.

I smiled vaguely, filling in my contact details. “It’s great!” I said. “Nice plants.” I tried hard not to be distracted by his closeness. Working for him might prove challenging in certain ways.