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Authors: Maya James
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Romance, romantic suspense, Erotic Romance, warrior, erotic suspense, suspenseful romance
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rapture of passion. He’s taking me his way, not asking—taking!
One of his strong hands quickly twists up in my hair, holding it in one large bunch, and then he pulls my head back with it like the reins on a horse. My orgasm is suddenly right there, building and ready to explode as Justin controls my pace from his reigns, using my hair to keep me at the angle he wants to hit to make me cum. He knows right where my body has to be to climax, riding my orgasm, intent on my pleasure.
When his other hand finds one of my breasts hanging below me, and I feel his fingers gently rolling my nipple, I begin crying out, enveloped in my climax. I pushed myself back against him hard over and over until I felt the release, the thumping of my orgasm rocking me as my cum runs down the inside of my shaking legs.
My breath is heaving, and I am barely able to keep up. That doesn't stop me. I push back with all the might in my arms. If he's going to ride me like a horse, I'm going to buck like one and give him a ride to remember. I feel his cock all the way to its pounding hilt as he fucks the throbbing ending out of me.
I am declining now, my arms shaking with barely enough strength to hold myself up, and I realize Justin is doing the same, his hips are more twitching than thrusting, his breath more controlled. I'd practically drowned out his orgasm. He cannot catch his breath either.
He let go of my hair, and we collapsed to the floor, listening to each other breathe.
"You are incredible," he said at last.
My fears of disappointing him are completely obliterated, and I bask in the satisfied pride.
I smile and realize something funny. I lift my right leg into the air. "I still have my fucking shoes on again!"
CHAPTER III
W e were able to get through all the formalities before noon. The retina scan had worked perfectly, as Lena had promised, and I went right to her office where she was waiting for me. She took all my tax forms, the voided check and direct deposit information. They had some non-disclosure and non-compete forms, and she had a laptop waiting for me with the equipment signoff sheet. We went over how to do expenses as well; since I have a cell phone already I’m going to expense a hundred of it monthly instead of getting a company one.
Then we met with John Fillmore, my boss, and they trained me on things I will need to support him, access to his calendar, and where our departments file share is located. John was still absolutely thrilled about the temp assistant being gone, his life is better already he said.
John set a lot of expectations down for me. Once I was acclimated, my time would be flexible. He'd explained that since he would be relying on me so much, often after regular hours confirming schedules or travel itinerary, things I could do from anywhere that it wasn't always important that I be at the office. As long as I let him have an idea, and was there when I had to be, he didn't care.
I love him already!
His next two weeks were already set up, I only had to monitor for the first week, help with cancellations and changes, and maybe by the second week I would be in it enough to start scheduling out the following week. He tries to keep surprises and last minute appointments to a minimum so that he was usually lined up over a week in advance.
I honestly have no idea how the temp had screwed this up.
Lena brought me to my office and introduced me to the other four Executive Assistants. All of them seemed glad I was there as well, and after Lena left us to get to know each other, they admitted to me they had been picking up the slack from the temp. It wasn't that it was a lot of work with them sharing it, they told me—it was the principle of it that had pissed them off.
I felt very comfortable with the girls, which made my first day a good one. They even brought me along for lunch, where they got me caught up on just a little taste of the office rumors and gossip. Nothing spectacular or unusual, a few
One of his strong hands quickly twists up in my hair, holding it in one large bunch, and then he pulls my head back with it like the reins on a horse. My orgasm is suddenly right there, building and ready to explode as Justin controls my pace from his reigns, using my hair to keep me at the angle he wants to hit to make me cum. He knows right where my body has to be to climax, riding my orgasm, intent on my pleasure.
When his other hand finds one of my breasts hanging below me, and I feel his fingers gently rolling my nipple, I begin crying out, enveloped in my climax. I pushed myself back against him hard over and over until I felt the release, the thumping of my orgasm rocking me as my cum runs down the inside of my shaking legs.
My breath is heaving, and I am barely able to keep up. That doesn't stop me. I push back with all the might in my arms. If he's going to ride me like a horse, I'm going to buck like one and give him a ride to remember. I feel his cock all the way to its pounding hilt as he fucks the throbbing ending out of me.
I am declining now, my arms shaking with barely enough strength to hold myself up, and I realize Justin is doing the same, his hips are more twitching than thrusting, his breath more controlled. I'd practically drowned out his orgasm. He cannot catch his breath either.
He let go of my hair, and we collapsed to the floor, listening to each other breathe.
"You are incredible," he said at last.
My fears of disappointing him are completely obliterated, and I bask in the satisfied pride.
I smile and realize something funny. I lift my right leg into the air. "I still have my fucking shoes on again!"
CHAPTER III
W e were able to get through all the formalities before noon. The retina scan had worked perfectly, as Lena had promised, and I went right to her office where she was waiting for me. She took all my tax forms, the voided check and direct deposit information. They had some non-disclosure and non-compete forms, and she had a laptop waiting for me with the equipment signoff sheet. We went over how to do expenses as well; since I have a cell phone already I’m going to expense a hundred of it monthly instead of getting a company one.
Then we met with John Fillmore, my boss, and they trained me on things I will need to support him, access to his calendar, and where our departments file share is located. John was still absolutely thrilled about the temp assistant being gone, his life is better already he said.
John set a lot of expectations down for me. Once I was acclimated, my time would be flexible. He'd explained that since he would be relying on me so much, often after regular hours confirming schedules or travel itinerary, things I could do from anywhere that it wasn't always important that I be at the office. As long as I let him have an idea, and was there when I had to be, he didn't care.
I love him already!
His next two weeks were already set up, I only had to monitor for the first week, help with cancellations and changes, and maybe by the second week I would be in it enough to start scheduling out the following week. He tries to keep surprises and last minute appointments to a minimum so that he was usually lined up over a week in advance.
I honestly have no idea how the temp had screwed this up.
Lena brought me to my office and introduced me to the other four Executive Assistants. All of them seemed glad I was there as well, and after Lena left us to get to know each other, they admitted to me they had been picking up the slack from the temp. It wasn't that it was a lot of work with them sharing it, they told me—it was the principle of it that had pissed them off.
I felt very comfortable with the girls, which made my first day a good one. They even brought me along for lunch, where they got me caught up on just a little taste of the office rumors and gossip. Nothing spectacular or unusual, a few
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