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tender, so affectionate, spiced by
the traces of her sex that lingered in my mouth, starting out slow,
sucking gently on each others' lips, before the passion seemed to
grip us both, and our tongues were wrestling for control of our
conjoined mouths.
I was left breathless, gazing at her in awe
as we eventually parted, and she flashed her eyes at me with what I
suspected was surprise at the sheer chemistry between us.
"Did you enjoy your reward?" she asked at
last.
"It was… unbelievable..." I said, unable to
quite find the words to express what had just happened to me.
She nodded, and I could see that she was
trying to conceal her emotions, hide her reaction to our kiss,
maintain her frosty outward appearance. It only made me want to
make it more and more difficult for her to do so.
"Well," she said. "You'll find I can be very
rewarding if you continue to perform, Jones."
She straightened her clothing, re-fastening
the buttons on her shirt, and wandered back around to the other
side of her desk.
"Tomorrow I want you to prioritize work on
the RJS account," she said, startlingly businesslike all of a
sudden.
"Yes, Ms Schoenberg."
"And I want you to brief me on it at the end
of the day," she said. "We have a sales pitch to give next month,
and I want to be seriously well prepared."
"Of course." Oh be still my swollen cock.
"This is a high profile account - Ms
Jenkinson was asking after the details, so I want to know
everything there is to know about it."
"Yes, Ms Schoenberg."
She picked up her briefcase and I could see
that she was about to leave, though the promise of a meeting with
her at the end of tomorrow was enough to dispel the twinge of pain
at her ending our encounter just now.
She walked past the front of the desk and
stooped to pick something up from the door.
"Here," she said, dropping her damp thong in
my hands. "This time I'm giving them to you as a present. But you
will save yourself for me, won't you, Jones?"
"Yes, Ma’am," I said, feeling the stirrings
of rebellion between my thighs, which would have to be quelled by a
cold shower or hefty slug of scotch.
"I like thinking of you saving yourself for
me."
Then she was gone, and it wasn't until
afterward, when I was walking to the parking lot, that I realized I
didn't even mind that I hadn't been allowed an orgasm of my own.
That kiss had been so special.
Chapter
Eight
I spent almost the whole of the next working
day putting together a briefing on our prospective client, RJS
Solutions. The promise of spending time with Zoey through this
pitch had me working on full throttle. I desperately wanted to
please her, I desperately hoped she would reward me in some
way.
As soon as 9am came along, I told the rest of
my team who were in the office that day to get on with their calls
and try not to bother me, so I could focus all my energy on RJS, a
communications software company based in Philadelphia, which we
were hoping would spend some money to flash their rebranded look
within the pages of our telecoms magazine.
At about 11am, Zoey walked out of her door
and without even a glance my way, headed away down towards the
elevators, dressed smartly for a meeting somewhere.
I felt my heart suddenly flutter, with a
sudden burst of anxiety that she would be gone the rest of the day,
that my appointed time to brief her about RJS might not happen.
While I was still watching her walking off
toward the elevators, subtly trying to make it look as though I
wasn't, I noticed an email pop up on my screen.
Aiden,
I have a meeting in Annapolis. I'll be back
this evening for your briefing.
Make it good, I really want to pump you for
information on this one.
Zoey
I prepared the most in-depth report possible
on our potential client. I couldn't quite re-write every line of
their software platform, but I was getting close to it by the end
of the afternoon as the rest of my team headed home, I knew so much
about them.
I waited
the traces of her sex that lingered in my mouth, starting out slow,
sucking gently on each others' lips, before the passion seemed to
grip us both, and our tongues were wrestling for control of our
conjoined mouths.
I was left breathless, gazing at her in awe
as we eventually parted, and she flashed her eyes at me with what I
suspected was surprise at the sheer chemistry between us.
"Did you enjoy your reward?" she asked at
last.
"It was… unbelievable..." I said, unable to
quite find the words to express what had just happened to me.
She nodded, and I could see that she was
trying to conceal her emotions, hide her reaction to our kiss,
maintain her frosty outward appearance. It only made me want to
make it more and more difficult for her to do so.
"Well," she said. "You'll find I can be very
rewarding if you continue to perform, Jones."
She straightened her clothing, re-fastening
the buttons on her shirt, and wandered back around to the other
side of her desk.
"Tomorrow I want you to prioritize work on
the RJS account," she said, startlingly businesslike all of a
sudden.
"Yes, Ms Schoenberg."
"And I want you to brief me on it at the end
of the day," she said. "We have a sales pitch to give next month,
and I want to be seriously well prepared."
"Of course." Oh be still my swollen cock.
"This is a high profile account - Ms
Jenkinson was asking after the details, so I want to know
everything there is to know about it."
"Yes, Ms Schoenberg."
She picked up her briefcase and I could see
that she was about to leave, though the promise of a meeting with
her at the end of tomorrow was enough to dispel the twinge of pain
at her ending our encounter just now.
She walked past the front of the desk and
stooped to pick something up from the door.
"Here," she said, dropping her damp thong in
my hands. "This time I'm giving them to you as a present. But you
will save yourself for me, won't you, Jones?"
"Yes, Ma’am," I said, feeling the stirrings
of rebellion between my thighs, which would have to be quelled by a
cold shower or hefty slug of scotch.
"I like thinking of you saving yourself for
me."
Then she was gone, and it wasn't until
afterward, when I was walking to the parking lot, that I realized I
didn't even mind that I hadn't been allowed an orgasm of my own.
That kiss had been so special.
Chapter
Eight
I spent almost the whole of the next working
day putting together a briefing on our prospective client, RJS
Solutions. The promise of spending time with Zoey through this
pitch had me working on full throttle. I desperately wanted to
please her, I desperately hoped she would reward me in some
way.
As soon as 9am came along, I told the rest of
my team who were in the office that day to get on with their calls
and try not to bother me, so I could focus all my energy on RJS, a
communications software company based in Philadelphia, which we
were hoping would spend some money to flash their rebranded look
within the pages of our telecoms magazine.
At about 11am, Zoey walked out of her door
and without even a glance my way, headed away down towards the
elevators, dressed smartly for a meeting somewhere.
I felt my heart suddenly flutter, with a
sudden burst of anxiety that she would be gone the rest of the day,
that my appointed time to brief her about RJS might not happen.
While I was still watching her walking off
toward the elevators, subtly trying to make it look as though I
wasn't, I noticed an email pop up on my screen.
Aiden,
I have a meeting in Annapolis. I'll be back
this evening for your briefing.
Make it good, I really want to pump you for
information on this one.
Zoey
I prepared the most in-depth report possible
on our potential client. I couldn't quite re-write every line of
their software platform, but I was getting close to it by the end
of the afternoon as the rest of my team headed home, I knew so much
about them.
I waited
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