My breath nearly catches in my throat. Love?
Once I’m sure there’s not a drop of me left, I pull out of her. Hope’s hands cover her face as I watch my seed dribble out from her slit. It’s so sexy it nearly has me hard all over again. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly as she tries to regain her breath. “That was amazing.” She says, and peers at me through her fingers.
“Why are you hiding?”
“I don’t know.” She says. “I guess…this is all kind of crazy.”
I extend my hand and help her to sit, instead she plops off of the desk and heads over to get her panties. A slight groan escapes her mouth. “I’m sore.”
“You will be.”
“I like it.”
“I’m glad.”
She slips into her silk panties and refastens her bra. All I can do is watch. The minute they’re on, I contemplate ripping them right back off of her, but I decide that maybe she might need a little break.
“I guess that’s one going away present I won’t forget.”
My entire body clenches. “Where are you going?”
Her smile drops slightly as she cocks her head to the side. “Um, the transfer?”
My heart starts beating again. For a brief moment I thought she was talking about leaving Tech Magic all together. Thank Christ. “Right.”
“But does it matter what department I’m in? I mean if you’re my boyfr—” Hope stops her words. “Uh, I mean.” Her face ignites an adorable shade of crimson. “Oh shit.”
I can’t help but laugh as I walk my way over to her. I pick up her pants on the way and hand them to her. “Hope, I know this sounds crazy but I’m mad about you. And I’d be happy to call you my girlfriend. But—”
“There’s always a but.”
“Not until after your internship.” I rub my hands up and down her shoulders. “I think you’re going to be amazing here, a real asset to the company. And I don’t want to jeopardize that by standing in the way. It’s truly not professional. And your other colleagues might just hate you for it.”
Hope giggles. She knows it’s the truth. “But what are we supposed to do? I’m mad about you, too.” She presses her body close to me and my cock immediately pops back to attention. Her eyes flick down, then back up. She bites her lip.
“We’re going to have to keep it professional for the next three months. You work on your game. I will jack off every night thinking about you. When your officially hired, we can do whatever the hell we want, but I want to give you a fair shot at this without any backlash or cries of favoritism.”
“But why, Rex? Why are you doing this for me?”
“This may sound crazy.” I say, unable to believe the words that are about to come out of my mouth. “But I could very easily fall in love with you, Hope. I don’t say that lightly, but I mean it. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m a man who always gets what he wants. Now that I’ve had you no one else will ever have you. Do you understand?”
Hope rises onto her tip toes and presses her soft, rosebud lips against mine. Her hair tickles my face. “I understand.”
“Then say it.” I whisper.
In between kisses, Hope groans into my mouth. “I’m yours Rex. Yours. All yours.”
Our kisses grow more heated and my hands are already back exploring her body. “Officially your internship starts tomorrow.” I say, unhooking her bra. “Let’s take advantage of every minute until then.”
Hope smiles and grabs my erect cock. As risky as this is, I know it’s the right thing to do. Now, I’ll just have to suffer for three months, which in the grand scheme of things isn’t so long if every day thereafter Hope Nichols is mine all mine.
9
Hope
THREE MONTHS LATER:
I’ve been waiting for this since the second I left Rex’s office that day. After non-stop work on my game, not to mention the nine to five assisting the programmers department, I’ve finally reached the end of my internship. I can barely contain myself. I bought a new dress just for the occasion. Red and silky. And all for Rex Jamison.
I haven’t spoken to him since that day. Well, that’s not entirely true. He’s sent me a dozen red roses every Friday for the last three months with no words but a countdown of weeks left until we can see each other. He’s left me no time to doubt his interest, but plenty of time to perfect my game. He even walked it into the board’s latest pitch meeting for me. Though I haven’t heard a word about how it went.
I’m grateful to be out of rush hour foot traffic and into the building. With my coffee cup in hand, I head for the elevator. Just like my first day, no one’s here yet; I’m so early that even the security guard is just getting on post. I give him a little wave.
I push the call button on the elevator and hop right inside. I untie my coat and smooth down the red silk dress. Just as the doors are about to close, a familiar gigantic hand stops them, sending them back wide. My teeth gnash into my bottom lip. I immediately run my tongue across them, knowing full good and well that I just doused them in red lipstick.
Rex stands before the double wide elevator doors, a sly smile spread across his glorious lips. “Well, hello there Miss Nichols.” He says, and steps inside immediately filling the small car with his unmistakably clean scent. My panties ignite.
“Mr. Jamison…I mean, Rex.” I say, and give him a wink.
“Oh, yes.” He says furrowing his brow. “Hope is it?”
“Hope it is.” I smile as the elevator door closes us in.
Rex angles his body toward mine, pressing himself into me. “I’ve been waiting for this day.”
“That makes two of us.”
“A wise woman once said it takes two to tango.” His raspy voice sends shivers down my spine. There’s no mistaking the massive erection pressing up against me, which seconds that motion.
“Do you feel like a tango?” I rise onto my toes and whisper. “Mister Jamison?”
Rex growls and starts to lower his lips to mine, but stops midway through. “Why, Hope?”
“Why what?”
“Why the hell would you wear red lipstick?”
“You don’t like it?”
“I love it. You look like a fucking sex kitten. And that dress. Dear God.” The shade of red rising to my cheeks rivals the tone of the dress.
“Then what is it?”
“I can’t very well go into my office with a red stained mouth.”
“Oh…oh!” I say, my eyes widening. “Well, then I guess you’ll just have to wait.”
“I’ve waited for three months, beautiful.”
“This was your idea.”
“I did it all for you.”
I eye the gorgeous man towering over me looking as though he’d like to gobble me up on the spot. It’s fun to play a little power game with the boss. “Tonight.” I say.
“I have plans.”
“What?” My voice rises to an uncomfortable pitch. So much for playing it cool.