The Virgin Intern(23)

Luckily, my car seems fine all the way there. The mechanics did a good job with her. A combination of overheating and one of the belts being too worn out to function anymore was what stopped her. I'm not surprised—the car is nearly as old as I am. But she's doing fine now.

It takes a few hours to get all of the motions properly submitted, the most important being the motion to dismiss, based on the fact that even though there isn't any evidence exonerating him, there isn't any evidence condemning him either. Innocent until proven guilty.

After hitting send on the final motion, I stand up and stretch. I got so caught up in my work that I was hunched over in one position for too long. It's the same way when I'm really engaged in writing a piece of music. Since I need to stretch out anyway, I may as well take a walk downstairs. I tell myself it's to explore more of the firm, but who am I really kidding?

One floor down is where Andrew's office is. I've never been inside it, but I know where it is. His assistant is outside. She's an older woman, and from talk around the office she's a sweetheart, but right now I need her to leave. I don't want anyone in the office to start gossiping that I visited Andrew in his office—office gossip is a one-way trip to trouble. I get out my phone and text Andrew.

Now might be a good time for your assistant to take a break.

Not even five minutes later Andrew emerges and says something to her—I think her name is Mary—and disappears back into his office. She's gone a couple minutes later. Checking to make sure no one else is around, I slip inside his door. "That was very efficient," I say.

"I was highly motivated." He grins, coming over to kiss me. "I was hoping that I'd get to see you today."

I wrap my arms around his neck. "It's been a little hectic. I'm glad you wanted to see me."

"You thought I wouldn't?"

An uncomfortable feeling squirms in my chest. "I don't know. This all happened kind of fast. I wasn't sure if maybe twice was enough."

"Do you want it to be?" he asks, his face serious.

"Are you going to answer everything with a question?"

He doesn't laugh. "Just tell me."

"No, of course not. I just know that everything is busy, and it's not easy to get to know someone when you have to watch your step all the time. I—well, I guess I was worrying that it all might be too much."

"You're right," he says. "It has been fast, and we don't know each other that well. But I'm okay with that. I've seen your work these past few days. You're dedicated and smart, and you're doing a hell of a lot of great work for a job that you really don't want. So far there's nothing about you that's made me think I don't want to get to know you more."

Wow. I wasn't expecting that. A simple, 'I still want to keep seeing you' would have done the trick, but what Andrew just said...that is something else entirely. My breath hitches in my chest, an unexpected bubble of joy stopping my voice from coming out.

"Besides," he says, running his hands down my back and across my ass, "you're still a virgin in so many things, and I want to introduce you to all of them."

"Oh? And what things do you have in mind?" I'm still blindsided by his admission, but the way he's looking at me now has my heart skittering and my body thinking about all the ways we could use this empty office.

"I'll have to make a list, and when I do it will be long,” he growls into my ear. “But just thinking about it, I want you to ride me, so I can watch those perfect breasts swinging back and forth. I want you to touch yourself while I watch. I want to see you have your first taste of come."

I think the temperature is rising in here. At the very least I'm hotter. A swirl of desire and fear rolls through me, but I came here to see him, and I want him. I’ve never done anything so bold in my life, but I can feel that I have five seconds of courage left in me. It’s now or never, and I want to give him exactly what he wants. “You can see it now.” Before he can protest I sink down onto my knees, his belt under my fingers.

“Naomi—”

“You’re not the only one who can be spontaneous,” I say, freeing his cock from his underwear, and taking it into my mouth.

His hands are in my hair immediately. “Fuck.”

I suck him hard, drawing my mouth back slowly before plunging back down again. This angle is easier, and I find I can take him deeper than before. Drawing patterns with my tongue as I move, I touch every part of his cock with my mouth. There’s a bit of lipstick smudged from where I sealed my lips around him, and the sight makes me wet. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I can tell he’s struggling not to move. I take him out of my mouth, running my tongue across the tip. “I have to tell you something,” I say.