"No, I feel okay being on my feet."
"Okay, your choice," Kyle said as she turned to look at him.
"Listen, I know that being your secretary is probably not the ideal career but I love my job and being with you is not exactly … " she took a long deep breath. "I don't want this to be a Fitz and Pope situation."
"Fitz and Pope?" he asked a little surprised.
"Fitzgerald Grant and Olivia Pope from that TV show Scandal?" she said.
"I don't understand. So in this analogy I am President Grant?" he asked and she nodded.
"Yes, and I am the home wrecking black girl who works closely with you and I am not ready to be that girl. I am not that girl, Kyle."
He stood up and walked up to where she was. He put his hands on her waist and she tried pushing him off.
"Stop," she said in a whisper.
"Listen to me, Dalia," he started. "If I am Fitzgerald Grant then you are the perfect woman for me because I would happily go to war for you, Dalia Hayes. That is how important you are to me."
At that moment, Dalia was more impressed with the fact that he was familiar with the Scandal's storyline than what he had just said.
"I am not just one of those men who get off on having affairs with their secretaries or anything." He gently pulled her closer to him and she let out a small gasp. "I don't want an affair with you, Dalia. I want you in my life. I want to wake up one morning ten years into the future and say to myself that I made a good choice not just in hiring you but also in choosing to have you in my life."
Dalia was speechless as she looked into his eyes. The million questions she'd had earlier had all been answered in the short one minute speech he had just given her. But at the same time, she still had her reservations. She wanted to say no but at the same time, she wanted to give in to her heart's desires. Give in to the most primal need at that moment, which was just to allow herself to be totally and completely powerless in his arms.
"Dalia, please say something," Kyle said in a soft voice.
"I want to believe that this will work but I can't for the life of me ignore the fact that I am scared … scared that this might not work out."
"There is no rule book for this kind of thing, Hayes. The best we can do is just make it up as we go along." He took a step closer so that he was standing so close she could feel his warm breath on her skin. "The only promise I can make to you is that I will work my ass off to make sure that this works."
He gently held the back of her neck and pulled her close. She bit her lower lip in a desperate attempt to hide the fact that she was blushing but it didn't last long. When Kyle lowered his head, she closed her eyes and allowed him to meet her lips in a soft kiss. It was warm and it struck like a bolt of electricity when his lips brushed against his. She pulled away briefly before she gave into his kiss again, this time allowing him to force his tongue into her mouth. She could feel her tongue rubbing against his own and she loved the feeling. He gently slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to himself. She instinctively brought a hand up and held the back of his neck as he kissed her. He pressed into her and she pressed back. But he was not getting nearly enough. He began backing her up against one wall and she slowly took one step after the other back until he got them against the wall. He had her weight on her, pinning her against the wall. When he finally pulled away, she was panting and so was he. She was entirely at his mercy and he knew it a little too well. Her hand slowly found its way to his t-shirt. He pulled away when she began pulling his t-shirt up and raised his arms over his head allowing him to pull the shirt off his arms. She gasped silently when she saw his naked body underneath. She had long had fantasies of that moment but nothing really compared to what she was looking at that moment. He was every bit as perfect as she had envisioned him to be. His chest and biceps were well buffed, a true sign that he had been doing a lot of weights at the gym and he was spotting the perfect six pack. She was still looking at his perfect naked body when he tugged at the chords of her bathrobe. She let out a small sigh when her bathrobe gave way exposing herself to him.
His eyes ran down her body as he gently pushed the robe off her shoulders. He took his time taking in her naked body. He was like an artist looking at a piece of art, carefully picking at its details. He then kissed her shoulder and then her neck. He was slowly working his way up to her chin before he kissed her lips softly. The feeling of his warm skin against her bare nipples was enough to make her feel a rush of wetness between her legs. His hands were slowly roaming all over her body. He was caressing her ass, digging his fingers into her folds. He suddenly swept her into his arms and walked her over to the bed. She was actually surprised that he was able to lift her up with such ease. She looked up at him as he climbed onto the bed, settling himself in between her legs. He filled his hand with her breast as he claimed her lips once more. The way he was kissing her, caressing her, worshipping every inch of her body … there was no doubt that she was his. And she had been for a very long time, she just hadn't come to terms to it until now. She held on to the headboard as he fondled and kissed her. Soon enough, there was not a part of her body he hadn't licked and kissed. She moaned her disappointment when he pulled away from her to take off his sweatpants. Her heart skipped a beat when she caught a glimpse of his fully erect cock. He was definitely a little more hung than she pictured him.
"Are you ready for me, Hayes?" he whispered as he climbed on top of her. His cock was rubbing against her wet opening and she was moaning softly. She was not sure what excited her more: the fact that's he hadn't gotten laid in a while or that she was about to get his entire cock inside her. She was scared that she would not be able to get his entire girth inside her. It was almost he could read her discomfort. "Just relax, Dalia," he said in a soft voice as he kissed her. "I wouldn't ever dream of hurting you."
He kissed her again as he began pushing his cock into her wetness. She exhaled into his mouth and felt him stretching her out. He pulled out briefly and then pushed back in, deeper this time. When he pushed in one last time, she let out a loud moan as he buried himself inside her wetness. He began moving himself in and out of her, stretching her out even further and without even realizing it, she brought a leg up and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. She was moaning softly into his ear, exciting him with every sound she made and he was breathing heavily as he claimed her with every deep thrust. As they pushed into each other, he was digging his fingers into her folds once more and she was clawing at his back. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge and he knew it too because she was writhing under him. She instinctively wrapped her other leg around him and he began pumping harder. He was slamming against her so hard and so fast that the only sounds in the suite were of his balls slamming against her wetness. She was trying to keep everything in but it soon proved to be too much. She suddenly let out a loud cry as he gave her a hard thrust making her come apart under him. The feeling of her heat engulfing him was the final push he needed to explode inside her. He gave one final deep thrust that made her give out another loud cry. She buried her head in his shoulder as they shivered in the wake of their orgasm.
"Wow," he whispered and she nodded. He had read her mind.
"Wow," she echoed.
Dalia was not very sure what it was that she was feeling after hooking up with Kyle. But one thing was for sure. She did not regret it or anything that had transpired in London. If anything, it had been most fun she'd had in days. Well, she did miss out on the Finch and Lindgren presentation but at least she had spent the entire time cradled in Kyle's arms. Surprisingly, the two had only made love twice in the six day period the convention lasted despite the fact that they spent most of the time together. By the time they got back to Seattle, she was still trying to figure out how life at the office was going to be now that she had literally crossed the line. But then again, they both had. She and Kyle had taken different cars back home mostly because she knew that if she rode with him, she would have ended up back at his place. Probably indefinitely.
It was a little after eight in the evening when she finally walked into her apartment. She immediately smelled the familiar aroma of her best friend's Kris' beef stew.
"Dalia, is that you?" Kris called from the kitchen as Dalia kicked off her shoes.