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Authors: Eva Grayson
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space to find the solution without obsessing over it.
And another encounter with him would certainly provide that opportunity.
I draw my lower lip into my mouth and pop open the paper. Inside is a folded strip of black silk, which sides off the paper into my lap.
R eserve the corner meeting room for an hour at eleven-thirty. At that time, go in there, turn off the lights, and wait for me with this blindfold on and your panties off and in your pants pocket.
Between now and then, I want you to think about nothing else but the feel of my hands on your body, my mouth on your pussy, my dick slamming into you. And the fact that I can’t seem to think of anything else but being with you again.
W ell , my brain has pretty much stuttered to a halt now, unable to do more than read his note over and over. My pelvis gives a hard throb in response, both out of arousal and fear. This is really kicking it up a notch. Not to mention he’s yet again pulled something out of my journal, this time about being blindfolded.
Am I really going to do this? In the office, where anyone can walk in and find me? It’s one thing to pretend I’m in his office taking notes or making phone calls. But there’s no way to fake that an encounter is work-related if I’m wearing a damned blindfold.
What if someone else walks in before he arrives and can lock the door behind him? Does that room even have a lock on the door?
My hands begin to shake. I cram the note into my purse and drop my fingers to my lap, touching the silky fabric. The slide of the material against my skin is a quiet promise of real pleasure.
And here’s what it comes down to—trust. How much do I trust Dane to not let me get hurt or have my reputation damaged beyond repair?
I think about the way we’ve grown closer over the last couple of weeks, how everything I learn about him fleshes out the knowledge I’ve been accumulating since starting at the company. We’re so different, he and I. Is this crazy of me to seriously go down this road with him, to put myself on the line?
To let someone have this power over me who could totally break my heart?
But then I shake that thought off, because the drive to see him again, be touched by him again, be close to him again—is too strong to resist for even a moment.
I reserve the room in our company-wide calendar, if only to give myself more time to think this through. And I debate the issue for the next hour. I think about his eyes seeing my pain, him reaching out to me in a way he knows will help me escape my hurt.
I can’t walk away from the promise in this note. Plus that last line…it’s been resonating with me since I read it.
Dane didn’t write that he wanted to be in me again. He said he wanted to be with me. A vast difference, an intentional wording from someone who spends his life being precise with words. And my stupid heart won’t let that phrase go.
Suddenly it’s eleven twenty-five. Do or die time. My whole body is trembling with anticipation, because I know exactly what I’m going to do.
I ball the blindfold up into my hands, grab a stack of papers so I look like I’m going in for work purposes, then step toward the corner meeting room. The lights are already off, with scant outdoor sunshine peeking through the blinds, so I close the door behind me and leave them that way. I hurry up and take off my panties, then thrust my legs back into my pants.
Last, I suck in a shaky breath, then sit down in a chair facing away from the large table. I tie the blindfold around my eyes, shutting out everything around me except for the harsh sound of my exhales.
Then I wait.
Seven
Dane
I ’m not sure my cock has ever been this fucking hard in my life. I can barely keep in place near the water cooler as I watch sweet, sexy-as-hell Emme walk into the conference room about thirty feet from where I’m standing, her chin high, her ass swaying. The door closes behind her with a solid click that sets me on fire.
I need
And another encounter with him would certainly provide that opportunity.
I draw my lower lip into my mouth and pop open the paper. Inside is a folded strip of black silk, which sides off the paper into my lap.
R eserve the corner meeting room for an hour at eleven-thirty. At that time, go in there, turn off the lights, and wait for me with this blindfold on and your panties off and in your pants pocket.
Between now and then, I want you to think about nothing else but the feel of my hands on your body, my mouth on your pussy, my dick slamming into you. And the fact that I can’t seem to think of anything else but being with you again.
W ell , my brain has pretty much stuttered to a halt now, unable to do more than read his note over and over. My pelvis gives a hard throb in response, both out of arousal and fear. This is really kicking it up a notch. Not to mention he’s yet again pulled something out of my journal, this time about being blindfolded.
Am I really going to do this? In the office, where anyone can walk in and find me? It’s one thing to pretend I’m in his office taking notes or making phone calls. But there’s no way to fake that an encounter is work-related if I’m wearing a damned blindfold.
What if someone else walks in before he arrives and can lock the door behind him? Does that room even have a lock on the door?
My hands begin to shake. I cram the note into my purse and drop my fingers to my lap, touching the silky fabric. The slide of the material against my skin is a quiet promise of real pleasure.
And here’s what it comes down to—trust. How much do I trust Dane to not let me get hurt or have my reputation damaged beyond repair?
I think about the way we’ve grown closer over the last couple of weeks, how everything I learn about him fleshes out the knowledge I’ve been accumulating since starting at the company. We’re so different, he and I. Is this crazy of me to seriously go down this road with him, to put myself on the line?
To let someone have this power over me who could totally break my heart?
But then I shake that thought off, because the drive to see him again, be touched by him again, be close to him again—is too strong to resist for even a moment.
I reserve the room in our company-wide calendar, if only to give myself more time to think this through. And I debate the issue for the next hour. I think about his eyes seeing my pain, him reaching out to me in a way he knows will help me escape my hurt.
I can’t walk away from the promise in this note. Plus that last line…it’s been resonating with me since I read it.
Dane didn’t write that he wanted to be in me again. He said he wanted to be with me. A vast difference, an intentional wording from someone who spends his life being precise with words. And my stupid heart won’t let that phrase go.
Suddenly it’s eleven twenty-five. Do or die time. My whole body is trembling with anticipation, because I know exactly what I’m going to do.
I ball the blindfold up into my hands, grab a stack of papers so I look like I’m going in for work purposes, then step toward the corner meeting room. The lights are already off, with scant outdoor sunshine peeking through the blinds, so I close the door behind me and leave them that way. I hurry up and take off my panties, then thrust my legs back into my pants.
Last, I suck in a shaky breath, then sit down in a chair facing away from the large table. I tie the blindfold around my eyes, shutting out everything around me except for the harsh sound of my exhales.
Then I wait.
Seven
Dane
I ’m not sure my cock has ever been this fucking hard in my life. I can barely keep in place near the water cooler as I watch sweet, sexy-as-hell Emme walk into the conference room about thirty feet from where I’m standing, her chin high, her ass swaying. The door closes behind her with a solid click that sets me on fire.
I need
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