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moments.
Roman: Vibrator. Now.
I placed the bullet on the side of my slippery clit and immediately began clenching my teeth in pleasure. My hips bucking. My sex dripping. I was sweating so much that my sheets were going to be soaked.
Roman: Come for me, Duchess.
I wanted to scream like I normally do when an orgasm rocks me to the core, but I couldn't because my parents were literally a few feet away down the hall. So I arched my back, bit my lip, and damn near crushed my phone to smithereens from holding it too tightly.
Roman: That's it, baby, it feels fucking fantastic to me too. I'm about to come in my hand. I wish it was all over your face.
He grunted loudly to his own release, and after a minute or so of heavy breathing, he said the four words that informed me of just what my punishment would be for swiping his toy.
Roman: Now let's start again.
♥ ♥ ♥
It was obvious that the slight tension caused by our separation had probably been exacerbated by two things: my anxiety over Ethan's email and the presence of my new employee, Blake.
I've been on edge since I received that damn email and decided not to tell Roman about it. When I hold things in, such as anger or anxiety, I don't do well. I crave alcohol, carbs, tend to overwork myself, and sometimes I run for the hills.
Of course I have my reasons for not talking. I haven't told Roman about the email for the same reason why I didn't tell him about seeing Shrek. There's no point in upsetting him about things that don't warrant a code red. The whole Java incident is over. Nothing happened. He didn't approach me. I'm not even sure those dead eyes of his recognized me. The email from Ethan only matters if I respond, and I haven't, so why can't I just pretend that I never received it? Why tell Roman and risk poking the sleeping bear? To make myself feel better? That wouldn't be right.
The other issue I've been dealing with is the arrival of Blake. My new coder who was referred to me months ago by Jessica Miller. She’s an old classmate from high school with curly red hair and a kind smile, but someone I only really said "hi" and "bye" to, because we traveled in two very different social circles in school.
She was the overachiever and outgoing popular type, and I was the under the radar, nerdy type. That's why I was a little surprised when she messaged me through Facebook, but evidently it was because she saw a post I made on the school's alumni page looking for a coder. I wanted someone local, and thought there may be a small chance that an old classmate of mine may have a referral. Lucky for me I was right.
Blake is a close friend of Jessica's family. He's twenty-nine and has got at least seven years of real world, solid experience as a coder; way more than any U.S. based freelancer I've ever hired before. He's recently moved into the city and is willing to work for my rate. I'm not sure why. He's way overqualified, but I think he's in between real jobs.
In the fall, my old high school throws a big homecoming celebration and football game that most alumni try to make every year. I'm talking even senior citizens who live a hundred miles away will still come home to support it. It's really one of the biggest events of the year in my township, so there are also people from nearby towns who also participate. And it's complete with all the festivities and food that you'd pretty much see at any town fall festival or winter carnival. It never even dawned on me when I first interviewed Blake over the phone a few months back that he'd be attending homecoming just like me, but it makes total sense. He's from the neighboring town of Washington Falls. Our high schools have a long-standing rivalry, and we actually play his alma mater in the homecoming game every year.
So when I told Roman that I had to stay an extra week, because my mother's bad back started acting up again, but that at least I'd get the opportunity to be productive because Blake was
Roman: Vibrator. Now.
I placed the bullet on the side of my slippery clit and immediately began clenching my teeth in pleasure. My hips bucking. My sex dripping. I was sweating so much that my sheets were going to be soaked.
Roman: Come for me, Duchess.
I wanted to scream like I normally do when an orgasm rocks me to the core, but I couldn't because my parents were literally a few feet away down the hall. So I arched my back, bit my lip, and damn near crushed my phone to smithereens from holding it too tightly.
Roman: That's it, baby, it feels fucking fantastic to me too. I'm about to come in my hand. I wish it was all over your face.
He grunted loudly to his own release, and after a minute or so of heavy breathing, he said the four words that informed me of just what my punishment would be for swiping his toy.
Roman: Now let's start again.
♥ ♥ ♥
It was obvious that the slight tension caused by our separation had probably been exacerbated by two things: my anxiety over Ethan's email and the presence of my new employee, Blake.
I've been on edge since I received that damn email and decided not to tell Roman about it. When I hold things in, such as anger or anxiety, I don't do well. I crave alcohol, carbs, tend to overwork myself, and sometimes I run for the hills.
Of course I have my reasons for not talking. I haven't told Roman about the email for the same reason why I didn't tell him about seeing Shrek. There's no point in upsetting him about things that don't warrant a code red. The whole Java incident is over. Nothing happened. He didn't approach me. I'm not even sure those dead eyes of his recognized me. The email from Ethan only matters if I respond, and I haven't, so why can't I just pretend that I never received it? Why tell Roman and risk poking the sleeping bear? To make myself feel better? That wouldn't be right.
The other issue I've been dealing with is the arrival of Blake. My new coder who was referred to me months ago by Jessica Miller. She’s an old classmate from high school with curly red hair and a kind smile, but someone I only really said "hi" and "bye" to, because we traveled in two very different social circles in school.
She was the overachiever and outgoing popular type, and I was the under the radar, nerdy type. That's why I was a little surprised when she messaged me through Facebook, but evidently it was because she saw a post I made on the school's alumni page looking for a coder. I wanted someone local, and thought there may be a small chance that an old classmate of mine may have a referral. Lucky for me I was right.
Blake is a close friend of Jessica's family. He's twenty-nine and has got at least seven years of real world, solid experience as a coder; way more than any U.S. based freelancer I've ever hired before. He's recently moved into the city and is willing to work for my rate. I'm not sure why. He's way overqualified, but I think he's in between real jobs.
In the fall, my old high school throws a big homecoming celebration and football game that most alumni try to make every year. I'm talking even senior citizens who live a hundred miles away will still come home to support it. It's really one of the biggest events of the year in my township, so there are also people from nearby towns who also participate. And it's complete with all the festivities and food that you'd pretty much see at any town fall festival or winter carnival. It never even dawned on me when I first interviewed Blake over the phone a few months back that he'd be attending homecoming just like me, but it makes total sense. He's from the neighboring town of Washington Falls. Our high schools have a long-standing rivalry, and we actually play his alma mater in the homecoming game every year.
So when I told Roman that I had to stay an extra week, because my mother's bad back started acting up again, but that at least I'd get the opportunity to be productive because Blake was
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