Matt fumes. I need to distract him.
“What should I do about my job? He knows where I work, also.”
“Why don’t you text or email your editor and ask to work on the columns from a remote location?” Matt suggests then leaves me to the task and heads toward his study.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll need to surface, in person, at some point but a few days without personal contact should be alright.” I get my IPad and begin the process of making the request, immediately. My female boss, Rene, replies within moments and even sends me several docs to edit in the next day or so. She’s such a workaholic!
I beam with accomplishment when I’ve implemented Matt’s idea. I then walk to his study. He looks up as I enter and beckons me to him. “I think I deserve a reward for saving your ass, Ms. Pine.”
“You most certainly deserve a reward, Matt.” I give him a wink and wiggle my way to stand before him. “Let’s see…what would be a good exchange for your protection?” I narrow my eyes at him and then sink to my knees. His eyes dance with excitement and he arches his brows when he regards my position.
I touch the fly of his pants with my left hand and gloat when I find that he’s quite firm already. My fingers begin to tug at the buckle of his leather belt. I slowly undo the clasp and slide it out of the loops of his trousers. He’s breathing deeply and watching my adept hands with a wicked smile on his gorgeous face. His hands drop to the sides of his body and rest on the seat of his chair as he relaxes against its back.
My fingers quickly make their way to the button at the waist of his pants. I slip the black plastic attachment from its hole and then touch the pull of his zipper. He looks down at my work with wonder. He makes no attempt to distract me. I know how much this means to both of us. We’re reconnecting at a level that carries so much weight in our relationship. I’m drawn to his body on a primal level. Michael could never begin to compete with Matt in terms of sexual desire.
I concentrate on pulling his zipper all the way down to its root. Then I tug a bit on the waist of his pants. Matt lifts his hips to assist me and then shimmies his pants around and then off of his tight, muscular ass. I pull his trousers all the way down his legs to the floor. When his pants puddle around his ankles, he lifts his long, slender, feet. Then I remove his designer pants along with his socks and shoes. I push his clothing to the side of his desk. What perfect legs and feet he possesses. I marvel at how much his body stimulates me. Why did I ever leave this wonderful man?
I take a moment to gaze at the man who sits above me. He’s saved me from a middle aged, deluded stalker and he loves me. Matt’s staring back at me with a tender look of love and desire. My desire increases as my eyes settle on his blue boxers. There’s quite a bulge lifting the silk fabric at this moment. I smile sweetly into his face and then run my fingers gently up the skin of his legs and firm thighs.
“You don’t know how wonderful that feels, Megan,” he gushes while his hazel eyes fill with satisfaction. He’s breathing deeply as he watches my actions. A carnal expression crosses his defined facial features as his head drops back on the back of his chair. I want and need to reward my lovesick, gorgeous savior. I’ve caused him so much heartache.
My right hand cups and squeezes the bulge in his boxers while my left hand massages his hip. Finally, I ease my hand inside the opening of his underwear and wrap my eager fingers around his appendage. It’s thick and stiff. I’m always impressed with how much meat his boxers contain. We look into one another’s eyes with trust and desire.
He releases a long breath as I hold and then release him with some force. Next, I grasp his fullness and move my hand up and down his organ while slowly increasing my motion. I notice
“What should I do about my job? He knows where I work, also.”
“Why don’t you text or email your editor and ask to work on the columns from a remote location?” Matt suggests then leaves me to the task and heads toward his study.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll need to surface, in person, at some point but a few days without personal contact should be alright.” I get my IPad and begin the process of making the request, immediately. My female boss, Rene, replies within moments and even sends me several docs to edit in the next day or so. She’s such a workaholic!
I beam with accomplishment when I’ve implemented Matt’s idea. I then walk to his study. He looks up as I enter and beckons me to him. “I think I deserve a reward for saving your ass, Ms. Pine.”
“You most certainly deserve a reward, Matt.” I give him a wink and wiggle my way to stand before him. “Let’s see…what would be a good exchange for your protection?” I narrow my eyes at him and then sink to my knees. His eyes dance with excitement and he arches his brows when he regards my position.
I touch the fly of his pants with my left hand and gloat when I find that he’s quite firm already. My fingers begin to tug at the buckle of his leather belt. I slowly undo the clasp and slide it out of the loops of his trousers. He’s breathing deeply and watching my adept hands with a wicked smile on his gorgeous face. His hands drop to the sides of his body and rest on the seat of his chair as he relaxes against its back.
My fingers quickly make their way to the button at the waist of his pants. I slip the black plastic attachment from its hole and then touch the pull of his zipper. He looks down at my work with wonder. He makes no attempt to distract me. I know how much this means to both of us. We’re reconnecting at a level that carries so much weight in our relationship. I’m drawn to his body on a primal level. Michael could never begin to compete with Matt in terms of sexual desire.
I concentrate on pulling his zipper all the way down to its root. Then I tug a bit on the waist of his pants. Matt lifts his hips to assist me and then shimmies his pants around and then off of his tight, muscular ass. I pull his trousers all the way down his legs to the floor. When his pants puddle around his ankles, he lifts his long, slender, feet. Then I remove his designer pants along with his socks and shoes. I push his clothing to the side of his desk. What perfect legs and feet he possesses. I marvel at how much his body stimulates me. Why did I ever leave this wonderful man?
I take a moment to gaze at the man who sits above me. He’s saved me from a middle aged, deluded stalker and he loves me. Matt’s staring back at me with a tender look of love and desire. My desire increases as my eyes settle on his blue boxers. There’s quite a bulge lifting the silk fabric at this moment. I smile sweetly into his face and then run my fingers gently up the skin of his legs and firm thighs.
“You don’t know how wonderful that feels, Megan,” he gushes while his hazel eyes fill with satisfaction. He’s breathing deeply as he watches my actions. A carnal expression crosses his defined facial features as his head drops back on the back of his chair. I want and need to reward my lovesick, gorgeous savior. I’ve caused him so much heartache.
My right hand cups and squeezes the bulge in his boxers while my left hand massages his hip. Finally, I ease my hand inside the opening of his underwear and wrap my eager fingers around his appendage. It’s thick and stiff. I’m always impressed with how much meat his boxers contain. We look into one another’s eyes with trust and desire.
He releases a long breath as I hold and then release him with some force. Next, I grasp his fullness and move my hand up and down his organ while slowly increasing my motion. I notice
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