him with a kiss. He pulls me on top of him. In all honesty, I really want to go to bed, but I know this will make him happy. I straddle him and he hikes my dress up, cupping my cheeks in his hands. I lean over to kiss him as he unzips the back of my dress and I pull it off overhead.
“You look great,” he tells me.
“Thank you.”
I whip off his boxers and he is fully ready to go. I go down on him for a minute to make it easier for him to penetrate me. Finally, I mount him. The first few seconds feel intense, but then the feeling subsides. There is no spark, no flood of energy. Maybe it’s because I am tired, or stressed, or is it because...is it because of Taylor Holden? I close my eyes and Taylor is now underneath me. His firm chest is underneath my hands. I run my fingers through his dark hair and the moment seizes me. With my eyes closed, it’s Taylor, not Rick cupping my breasts. It’s Taylor, not Rick, admiring my naked body. Now that he is here in my bed, it isn’t long before I am fully aroused.
The next morning Rick and I get ready for work. He seems to have gotten over yesterday’s incident, especially after our romp. I find myself having a tough time looking into his eyes, knowing what I did last night. It’s one thing to fantasize about the abstract: an imaginary person, or someone you will never meet. But it happened twice yesterday. Two times Taylor Holden invaded my thoughts, drawing a physical response from me without even being in the same room. I am finding it harder and harder to be present with Rick because whenever I am with him, my mind is on Taylor.
I have stopped eating breakfast at home thanks to the gorgeous buffet that awaits me every morning at Taylor’s. As Rick eats his breakfast, I kiss him on the head and head over to another busy day at work.
***
I peck Rick on the lips as he pulls my luggage out from the back of his SUV. While I will miss him, I am very excited to ride on a private jet for the first time.
I pull out the handle of my rolling luggage and speed away to meet Harrison, who will escort me to the tarmac. Rick insisted he drive me to the airport to see me off, so Taylor and Harrison are already waiting there for me. I found out just a couple of days ago that Henry, our chief technology officer, will be joining us as well. I have seen him in passing a few times at Holden Industries since our first meeting. He is very playful and flirtatious. His behavior is a stark contrast from his brooding friend, Taylor. He makes it a point to make a joke or act silly whenever I walk by. Thanks to the crass comment I heard, I think I know why. I have been very guarded around him as a result, which only seems to make him try harder.
The past few weeks have been an insane flurry of activity. Rick has been patient about my work demands, which have kept me too busy to think about any relationship in my life. Being so busy has been somewhat of a blessing in disguise as it seems to have put my personal life on hold for a few weeks. I am still on a first name basis with Taylor, but ever since the day he invaded my thoughts I have made it a point to dig no further. It has not been as difficult as I thought it might be since we have spent much time at headquarters working with the rest of the H.I. staff getting ready for this trip. We haven’t had much time alone which means fewer moments of tension and less opportunity for me to become distracted by him. I like working at H.I. I thought I would hate it, but I have never been surrounded by a more energetic and competent group of people. I like working at Taylor’s house too, but the reasons are different and they are ones I should shy away from.
I have begun to recognize his hangups or “rituals” as he calls them. I now know when to step in and grab a document or a beverage for him. His habits are bizarre, but at the same time, they make me feel needed. One of the hardest things for him to deal with is the universal symbol of
“You look great,” he tells me.
“Thank you.”
I whip off his boxers and he is fully ready to go. I go down on him for a minute to make it easier for him to penetrate me. Finally, I mount him. The first few seconds feel intense, but then the feeling subsides. There is no spark, no flood of energy. Maybe it’s because I am tired, or stressed, or is it because...is it because of Taylor Holden? I close my eyes and Taylor is now underneath me. His firm chest is underneath my hands. I run my fingers through his dark hair and the moment seizes me. With my eyes closed, it’s Taylor, not Rick cupping my breasts. It’s Taylor, not Rick, admiring my naked body. Now that he is here in my bed, it isn’t long before I am fully aroused.
The next morning Rick and I get ready for work. He seems to have gotten over yesterday’s incident, especially after our romp. I find myself having a tough time looking into his eyes, knowing what I did last night. It’s one thing to fantasize about the abstract: an imaginary person, or someone you will never meet. But it happened twice yesterday. Two times Taylor Holden invaded my thoughts, drawing a physical response from me without even being in the same room. I am finding it harder and harder to be present with Rick because whenever I am with him, my mind is on Taylor.
I have stopped eating breakfast at home thanks to the gorgeous buffet that awaits me every morning at Taylor’s. As Rick eats his breakfast, I kiss him on the head and head over to another busy day at work.
***
I peck Rick on the lips as he pulls my luggage out from the back of his SUV. While I will miss him, I am very excited to ride on a private jet for the first time.
I pull out the handle of my rolling luggage and speed away to meet Harrison, who will escort me to the tarmac. Rick insisted he drive me to the airport to see me off, so Taylor and Harrison are already waiting there for me. I found out just a couple of days ago that Henry, our chief technology officer, will be joining us as well. I have seen him in passing a few times at Holden Industries since our first meeting. He is very playful and flirtatious. His behavior is a stark contrast from his brooding friend, Taylor. He makes it a point to make a joke or act silly whenever I walk by. Thanks to the crass comment I heard, I think I know why. I have been very guarded around him as a result, which only seems to make him try harder.
The past few weeks have been an insane flurry of activity. Rick has been patient about my work demands, which have kept me too busy to think about any relationship in my life. Being so busy has been somewhat of a blessing in disguise as it seems to have put my personal life on hold for a few weeks. I am still on a first name basis with Taylor, but ever since the day he invaded my thoughts I have made it a point to dig no further. It has not been as difficult as I thought it might be since we have spent much time at headquarters working with the rest of the H.I. staff getting ready for this trip. We haven’t had much time alone which means fewer moments of tension and less opportunity for me to become distracted by him. I like working at H.I. I thought I would hate it, but I have never been surrounded by a more energetic and competent group of people. I like working at Taylor’s house too, but the reasons are different and they are ones I should shy away from.
I have begun to recognize his hangups or “rituals” as he calls them. I now know when to step in and grab a document or a beverage for him. His habits are bizarre, but at the same time, they make me feel needed. One of the hardest things for him to deal with is the universal symbol of
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