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"Oh Jones..." she purred as she began to recover her breath. "Gold star. I think this arrangement of ours is going to be very acceptable going forward."

"Yes, Ma’am."

I tried to keep calm, but confirmation that this was going to become a regular occurrence sparked an electric charge that powered through me. How on Earth had I deserved such treatment from our new head of department? It brought to mind that line from Alexander Pope - to err is human, but to forgive is divine. Zoey's forgiveness was beyond the divine.

"So," she said. "After that, I suppose we'd better give you a reward."

"Yes, Ma’am."

She slipped down again onto the floor, replacing her panties and smoothing down her skirt.

"Come here," she said.

And then she kissed me.





Chapter Seven





I know what you're thinking: I must have come away from Zoey's office that night feeling a little hard done by. All that effort to satisfy her, both work-wise and oral sex-wise, and the reward I had been waiting almost a week to receive was nothing more than a kiss.

But what a kiss it was.

I walked away from the building that night through a darkened parking lot feeling as though there was some kind of angelic choir following me around singing the Hallelujah Chorus.

I'd kissed plenty of girls before, of course, but this felt like my first time all over again.

Unexpected, nervous, exhilarating and so unbelievably sweet. She'd leaned in to my face and caught me completely by surprise, her hands slipping gently around my head to hold me firmly in place as her soft lips touched against mine, parted to allow her tongue to penetrate me.

It was so tender, so affectionate, spiced by the traces of her sex that lingered in my mouth, starting out slow, sucking gently on each others' lips, before the passion seemed to grip us both, and our tongues were wrestling for control of our conjoined mouths.

I was left breathless, gazing at her in awe as we eventually parted, and she flashed her eyes at me with what I suspected was surprise at the sheer chemistry between us.

"Did you enjoy your reward?" she asked at last.

"It was… unbelievable..." I said, unable to quite find the words to express what had just happened to me.

She nodded, and I could see that she was trying to conceal her emotions, hide her reaction to our kiss, maintain her frosty outward appearance. It only made me want to make it more and more difficult for her to do so.

"Well," she said. "You'll find I can be very rewarding if you continue to perform, Jones."

She straightened her clothing, re-fastening the buttons on her shirt, and wandered back around to the other side of her desk.

"Tomorrow I want you to prioritize work on the RJS account," she said, startlingly businesslike all of a sudden.

"Yes, Ms Schoenberg."

"And I want you to brief me on it at the end of the day," she said. "We have a sales pitch to give next month, and I want to be seriously well prepared."

"Of course." Oh be still my swollen cock.

"This is a high profile account - Ms Jenkinson was asking after the details, so I want to know everything there is to know about it."

"Yes, Ms Schoenberg."

She picked up her briefcase and I could see that she was about to leave, though the promise of a meeting with her at the end of tomorrow was enough to dispel the twinge of pain at her ending our encounter just now.

She walked past the front of the desk and stooped to pick something up from the door.

"Here," she said, dropping her damp thong in my hands. "This time I'm giving them to you as a present. But you will save yourself for me, won't you, Jones?"

"Yes, Ma’am," I said, feeling the stirrings of rebellion between my thighs, which would have to be quelled by a cold shower or hefty slug of scotch.

"I like thinking of you saving yourself for me."

Then she was gone, and it wasn't until afterward, when I was walking to the parking lot, that I realized I didn't even mind that I hadn't been allowed an orgasm of my own. That kiss had been so special.





Chapter Eight





I spent almost the whole of the next working day putting together a briefing on our prospective client, RJS Solutions. The promise of spending time with Zoey through this pitch had me working on full throttle. I desperately wanted to please her, I desperately hoped she would reward me in some way.

As soon as 9am came along, I told the rest of my team who were in the office that day to get on with their calls and try not to bother me, so I could focus all my energy on RJS, a communications software company based in Philadelphia, which we were hoping would spend some money to flash their rebranded look within the pages of our telecoms magazine.