them. She’d simply wanted a way to have a baby and
not foot the full procedure out of pocket and he had been the idiot
who volunteer himself like a rent-a-stud.
He had to admit that Amana’s behavior
ensuring that things remained on a pseudo business level was a
blessing in disguise, because he had not been able to put their one
night out of his mind. There wasn’t a night in the last two weeks
that he hadn’t gone to sleep thinking of her, from the way she
laughed or how she cried out when she climaxed. The mornings were
just as bad. When he woke up after a night filled with memories and
fantasies of all the things he wanted to still do with her, he was
always shocked not to have her body next to him.
His bed and his life felt empty
without her. Even though she was technically still there, he wanted
more. The worst part of all was having her at work, around him
every day and not be able to hold her, kiss her or even touch more
than her hand. Many times he’d thought about leaning over and
kissing the side of her neck when she sat taking notes with her
head tilted.
Amana had become a fever in
his blood. However, he knew it wasn’t just lust. No, lust meant
that his sole desire was to bend her over his desk and bury his
dick deep inside of her and have her call out his name, Neal , as she came. His
desire for her went further than that. He wanted the sappy things
that went with relationships like walking along the beach at dawn
holding hands and not saying a word, just glad to be with her. He
wanted to lie on his couch and hold her while they watched a movie.
He wanted the freedom to talk with her about anything and
everything that didn’t have to do with security
software.
Sighing he turned on his computer to
check his calendar and see if Amana was at a meeting or perhaps
taking notes in a conference call he’d forgotten about. As his
computer booted up, he immediately heard the chimes signifying that
he had an instant message waiting from Ms. Hudgens.
Selecting the option to open Amana’s
message, he read the brief words.
Sir, I’m taking a sick
day. Will be at work promptly at 8:30 tomorrow. I made sure you
will have assistance with your meetings.
That was it. There were no further
details about the supposed illness. From most people it wouldn’t be
strange, however, Amana rarely got sick and the occasional time
that she did, she’d still be at work until he forced her to go
home.
What could it
be?
It had been over two weeks since he
and Amana made love--in hopes of making a baby. His heart began to
pound in his chest and his gut clenched with trepidation. What if
she’d just now realized she wasn’t pregnant or had lost the baby?
She would be at home alone dealing with it. Even if the child
wasn’t his, he would want to be there to comfort her. In the last
two years, they’d developed a friendship that had come from them
leaning on each other. First her, then him. Now, she was going to
deny him the chance to hold her when she needed him the
most.
Hell, when he had a father’s right to
be there.
He’d never looked towards having
children, but at that moment, with a dark cloud over his head that
Amana possibly had miscarried, he wanted that baby like his lungs
wanted the next breath.
She would tell me, his mind declared.
But, he was afraid she’d try and brave it alone and inform him
tomorrow at work in between pouring him a cup of coffee and
briefing him on his schedule. He wasn’t having that.
Opening his top drawer, he removed a
set of keys to his personal car. Most of the times Dan drove him
around, but he kept a car at the office for when he needed it. He
needed it now. Rushing towards the door, he barely stopped himself
from colliding with Wanda, one of the admin staff from
HR.
“ Oh, goodness, Mr.
Stephens.” She pressed herself against the open door.
“ Whatever it is, Wanda, I
don’t have time right now. I’m on my way out.”
“ But, Ms. Hudgens asked me
to cover your
not foot the full procedure out of pocket and he had been the idiot
who volunteer himself like a rent-a-stud.
He had to admit that Amana’s behavior
ensuring that things remained on a pseudo business level was a
blessing in disguise, because he had not been able to put their one
night out of his mind. There wasn’t a night in the last two weeks
that he hadn’t gone to sleep thinking of her, from the way she
laughed or how she cried out when she climaxed. The mornings were
just as bad. When he woke up after a night filled with memories and
fantasies of all the things he wanted to still do with her, he was
always shocked not to have her body next to him.
His bed and his life felt empty
without her. Even though she was technically still there, he wanted
more. The worst part of all was having her at work, around him
every day and not be able to hold her, kiss her or even touch more
than her hand. Many times he’d thought about leaning over and
kissing the side of her neck when she sat taking notes with her
head tilted.
Amana had become a fever in
his blood. However, he knew it wasn’t just lust. No, lust meant
that his sole desire was to bend her over his desk and bury his
dick deep inside of her and have her call out his name, Neal , as she came. His
desire for her went further than that. He wanted the sappy things
that went with relationships like walking along the beach at dawn
holding hands and not saying a word, just glad to be with her. He
wanted to lie on his couch and hold her while they watched a movie.
He wanted the freedom to talk with her about anything and
everything that didn’t have to do with security
software.
Sighing he turned on his computer to
check his calendar and see if Amana was at a meeting or perhaps
taking notes in a conference call he’d forgotten about. As his
computer booted up, he immediately heard the chimes signifying that
he had an instant message waiting from Ms. Hudgens.
Selecting the option to open Amana’s
message, he read the brief words.
Sir, I’m taking a sick
day. Will be at work promptly at 8:30 tomorrow. I made sure you
will have assistance with your meetings.
That was it. There were no further
details about the supposed illness. From most people it wouldn’t be
strange, however, Amana rarely got sick and the occasional time
that she did, she’d still be at work until he forced her to go
home.
What could it
be?
It had been over two weeks since he
and Amana made love--in hopes of making a baby. His heart began to
pound in his chest and his gut clenched with trepidation. What if
she’d just now realized she wasn’t pregnant or had lost the baby?
She would be at home alone dealing with it. Even if the child
wasn’t his, he would want to be there to comfort her. In the last
two years, they’d developed a friendship that had come from them
leaning on each other. First her, then him. Now, she was going to
deny him the chance to hold her when she needed him the
most.
Hell, when he had a father’s right to
be there.
He’d never looked towards having
children, but at that moment, with a dark cloud over his head that
Amana possibly had miscarried, he wanted that baby like his lungs
wanted the next breath.
She would tell me, his mind declared.
But, he was afraid she’d try and brave it alone and inform him
tomorrow at work in between pouring him a cup of coffee and
briefing him on his schedule. He wasn’t having that.
Opening his top drawer, he removed a
set of keys to his personal car. Most of the times Dan drove him
around, but he kept a car at the office for when he needed it. He
needed it now. Rushing towards the door, he barely stopped himself
from colliding with Wanda, one of the admin staff from
HR.
“ Oh, goodness, Mr.
Stephens.” She pressed herself against the open door.
“ Whatever it is, Wanda, I
don’t have time right now. I’m on my way out.”
“ But, Ms. Hudgens asked me
to cover your
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