Richard

I didn’t mind being behind the eight ball. I thrived under pressure. The launch was moving along nicely and I had no doubt that the manufacturer would have the first delivery in The Boutique by next week.

That gave us another week to supply our online stores.

I would approach Haley about assisting the Marketing Department with this aspect. She was great with social media and had a degree in Marketing. It was shame she chose to remain working in The Boutique instead of at the main office.

Since The Boutique belonged to my mother and was not under the main office, Haley felt it best she remain there. After all, her husband was Co-CEO of the company. I guessed Haley did not want to mix business with pleasure.

Today was Wednesday; she would be bringing Aleksander lunch today and I already informed Aleksander of my intentions. Aleksander promised he would send Haley over to discuss my business with her, once his business with her was done.

With all the pressure of the new launch out of the way, I had to begin concentrating on the spring line.

Had Aleksander been right? Should I have waited to introduce Mackenzie at the new spring show? It would have taken the pressure off me to come up with something spectacular.

I was in such a hurry to get this launched, like my life depended on it.

In some ways it did.

My new life with Mackenzie made me happier than I believed I deserved. I passed on more responsibilities to the department heads, allowing me to leave the office at a decent time most nights.

I had only missed dinner with her once. She had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for me. The guilt riddled me. It reminded me of all the times I saw my mother asleep on the couch waiting for my father.

I didn’t want that for us.

The designers were looking to me for guidance like they always did. Everyone was used to my brilliant strategies when it came to designing. I had a method. That method was not going to do me any good this time.

My writer’s block would have to be taken care of this evening. The only woman I wanted, the only woman who satisfied my needs, was the tall leggy blonde taking up residence in my house.

In our house.

A gentle knock at my office door broke me out of my distraction. There she was, the answer to my dreams. Maybe even the answer to my writer’s block.

“Hello, baby,” I greeted her with my most seductive tone and wicked grin. The one I knew set her on fire. The one that made her blush.

“Haley took me shoe shopping and since she was bringing Aleksander lunch, I thought I would bring you something from Gino’s Deli.” She walked to my desk and sat the bag on the edge.

Mackenzie walked back to the door, closed it and turned the lock.

She approached me and straddled me where I sat. “Would you like some lunch?” Her voice had a slight hint of embarrassment to it. Was I willing to allow her to compromise herself for something I desired?

On any other day I would have said no. Today I was dreaming about her, fantasizing how she could overcome my writer’s block.

My cock twitched and stood at attention the minute she walked in the door. It was not willing to compromise its desires.

Such exhibitionism would be a first for Mackenzie and I knew that. The bashfulness she exhibited was because this was something new. I let my mind convince my conscience I could make this exciting for her.

We were consenting adults, behind a locked door.

Sindy would be taking an extended lunch after clearing Aleksander’s schedule for his lunch with Haley.

The sight of Mackenzie’s beautiful blue eyes piercing through my soul stole any thoughts of decency I may have held on to if I had not been suffering with writer’s block.

I put my conscience away and pulled her into me, claiming her mouth. I wanted her, I would always want her. I would never stop wanting her.

The problem was, we were in my office with limited time. I loved taking my time with her. Taking care of her needs before my own. She always reciprocated; it was give and take equally.

Today, I was interested in taking. Fulfilling a need I often had when I was at a standstill.

I had plenty of interns who loved to assist me in this endeavor.

Ever since I had reconnected with Mackenzie, no other woman had crossed my mind. I would never even consider cheating on her, even to alleviate the stress of writer’s block.

Makenzie removed my tie and began to unbutton my shirt. I let her continue. I wanted her to receive some satisfaction. She was not accustomed to office sex, not aware of the time constrictions. Not aware that there would be no endearing cuddling afterwards.

I ran my hands up her skirt. I loved the soft smooth skin of her thighs. She wasn’t wearing any hose and her thong barely covered her.

She was wet. It was not going to take me long to progress her to where I needed in order to take her without being too abrasive.

I thumbed her clit and stole her moan with my mouth. My cock was uncomfortably pressing against my zipper. I stood from my seat and sat Mackenzie on my desk in one quick motion.

I was experienced in this and knew where to comfortably place her.

I was preparing her for what was coming next.

I was pleased she wore a skirt today; it made for easy access. I pushed her thong to the side and began to work my fingers into her pussy. Her breathing increased and I knew she was ready as she was going to be given my time limit.

I lowered my zipper.

Her head snapped off my shoulders, her bright blue eyes wide and staring. There had been no conversation, just pants and moans from both of us.

I removed my hand from inside her and cupped her face. I took her mouth, plunging my tongue in and out. My cock, now free from its restrains, did not want to wait any longer. It wanted its due, it wanted to feel her insides sheath it like a tight fitting glove.

Old instinct clicked in. I reached and opened the top drawer of my desk. With the unmistakable tear of the condom wrapper, I rolled it onto my cock.

I positioned myself between Mackenzie’s legs. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. I gripped her thighs and spread them giving me complete access.

Our bodies were pressed together. Mackenzie arms were wrapped around me. Her head rested on my shoulders. I entered her with one forceful thrust, pushing myself all the way to the end of my shaft.

I stilled briefly, giving her body time to adjust. The second I was sure she was ready, I pulled back slowly and thrust all the way in again. I repeated the process a few more times. I knew my time was limited, still I did not want to hurt her.

I was aware that Mackenzie was unusually quiet. It wouldn’t be the first time she had been quiet during sex. I remembered our time in the tub. Was this another one of those times when she was allowing herself to be lost in the sensation and did not need the theatrics of a loud orgasm?

Was she controlling herself, afraid to make too much noise because of where we were?

I was not thinking with my rational head. The one controlling my behavior at the moment was the one winning out. I found my rhythm and continued to push, penetrating her soft, wet opening.

I was wearing a condom, that fact registered with me that I had taken the time to put on a condom. It felt wrong, I did not have the same satisfaction I felt when we made love.

She was not matching my actions the way she always did when we made love.

We were not making love.

I was having office sex with the woman I loved. Office sex on my desk, like I had done with other women that meant nothing more to me than to satisfy a need.

Makenzie meant more to me than office sex.

I felt dirty doing this to her. I was behaving like the manwhore she once accused me of being.

Why shouldn’t I? That was exactly what I was being. A manwhore. It was the first time I had ever been embarrassed by my past.

I was too far gone to simply withdraw from her. I needed to complete what I started. I continued to penetrate her with a urge that had nothing to do with enjoyment. I needed to finish the business at hand like I had always done. Treat this like office sex and send her on her way.

I would make it up to her tonight. I would leave work early, take her to dinner and remind her how it felt to be loved by me.

To be making love with me.

I turned my mind off to who I was with and let my more temperamental head lead me to deplete my seed into the condom. When I was empty, I withdrew from her and removed the condom and discarded it into the waste basket under the desk. I reached for the tissue on my desk and took care of any residue before replacing my cock into my pants and lifted my zipper.

After she was gone, I would take the remaining condoms from my desk and throw them away. I was never going to need those again. I never wanted to take her ever again without the sensation of my raw skin inside her soft walls.

I straightened her thong into place and brought her to her feet and lowered her skirt. I cupped her face and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Her eyes were glistening.

I did not know if it was from a pleasurable release, or pain in knowing this was nothing more than sex on my desk.

“That was beautiful, baby,” I was careful with my tone. I needed her to feel special, to be okay with her choice to come to me today. I also needed her to leave so I could come to terms with my own actions.

I walked to the door and unlocked it. I was thinking of a gentle way to ask Mackenzie to leave when a knock distracted us.

It was Haley, there to discuss the proposal I asked Aleksander about earlier.

I walked over to Mackenzie and kissed her on the forehead. “Thank you for lunch, baby. I really need to get back to work.”

Aleksander entered my office. “The manufacturer ran into a snag, but I think I found someone who can help,” his eyes shifted from me to Haley. “This could take a while, keep my dinner warm?”

Haley stood on her tiptoes and kissed Aleksander on the cheek, “Always. Richard, I’ll stop by tomorrow morning to discuss the PR campaign you want to run, okay?”

“Thanks,” I piped in, “looks like we are going to have a late night.” I took Mackenzie’s hand and give it a gently squeeze. “I’ll try not to be too late, wait up for me?”

I watched as Mackenzie picked up her handbag and headed to the door, and smiled at Haley. “Would you like a lift home?” Her singsongy tone disturbed me.

She walked out the door, following Haley.

I watched the women enter the elevator and my heart sunk. This was not how I anticipated my day going. It couldn’t end soon enough for me.

I walked into the house after a very long day. It was quiet. It was the first time since Mackenzie moved in that she had not waited up for me, or fell asleep on the couch waiting up for me.

Why would she? She had wanted to share in a beautiful moment and I treated her like a brute. I took her like she was just another one of my encounters. I was embarrassed by my actions and did not know how to explain it to her.

Not then, not there in my office.

I would shower and come to her and remind her how good we were together. I would explain my actions in the office and beg her to forgive me.

I went to the bar to pour myself a drink. My favorite twelve year old Scotch decanter was eerily depleted.

An upset Mackenzie, a disappointed Mackenzie, I understood. A upset, disappointed and drunk Mackenzie, that was new territory.

I notice a box sitting on the living room floor. On the coffee table, papers. The papers from the charters. The very papers that would have her living on the island permanently if they agreed to a merger.

Plans she had not mentioned since her arrival.

Did my need to always be the best, always be the one everyone depended on, cost me the one person I needed to be my best?

The one person I had become depended on?

What the fuck did I do?