“Welcome back, Emma,” Danny says as I enter his office near five p.m.

He is standing, pouring himself a drink—a top-of-the-line whiskey by the looks of it, and boy do I want a glass.

Luckily, it looks like he has one ready for me.

“Are you driving?” he asks.

“No way,” I say.

“Subway?”

“You betcha.”

“Hmm, I’d like to offer you a drink, but I’m not sure sending you from here inebriated…”

“Oh my god, just stop being a damn tease and pour me a glass!”

He cracks up hard at that, and I’m struck by the way his face lights up as he lets himself laugh, momentarily forgetting the drink I sorely need.

“I was just teasing you, you know. And I’ll arrange for a car to take you home, don’t worry,” he says as he pours my glass.

“You don’t have to do that,” I say as I stride toward him.

“I want to,” he replies, handing the tumbler of liquid gold to me.

We clink our glasses together in silent toasts then take our first sips.

Actually, I knock back half of mine.

“Thanks, boss,” I say. “You’re the best.” I tip my glass toward him.

He smiles. “Have a seat,” he says, indicating the chair in front of his desk while he goes behind it and plops down into his large, leather chair.

I’m glad this four-legged piece of furniture is between us.

“So how was your first day? Are you enjoying it here?”

“Actually, I am! I couldn’t roll my eyes hard enough thinking about it before, but I look forward to this new experience almost as much as I do my usual ‘routine.’ This is definitely different, but not in a horrible way.”

He chuckles again. “Glad to hear it. And the salary is okay?”

I shrug. “It’s fine. Seems a bit much for what I’ve done so far, but once I get into the flow of all my duties, I imagine I’ll silently bitch about how much more I deserve.”

“Something tells me you’re not exactly the type who holds back; if you think you deserve a raise, you’ll probably ask for it.”

I shrug again. “Probably,” I say with a slight grin.

“As for other matters,” he says as his face sobers up, “Do we need to talk about the other night?”

I shake my head vigorously. “No, sir. What happened, happened, and I enjoyed every bit of it. Zero regrets. But it was meant to be a one-time thing, and I’m totally cool with that. Especially considering… well, you know.”

He nods slightly then gets up and goes the large window looking out at the city.

He’s holding his hands behind his back as he stares out, perhaps watching the way the city looks as the rays of impending sunset washes over it.

He takes a deep, audible breath, the nature of it making me tingle for some reason.

I guess it doesn’t take much from this man to make me tingle.

But the sound was like a sigh of satisfaction, the sound of relaxed pleasure.

“I hate when someone tells me I can’t have something,” he says, still staring out. “Don’t you?”

“I am very much like that, yes.”

He turns to me, the look in his eyes familiar yet again but in a different way—the way he looked once we were in my apartment and I knew I was no longer in control.

Shit…

“Cara, are you wet right now?”

I should definitely lie, knowing exactly where this is going.

‘Emma’ says to tell him no and zip out of there, but ‘Cara’ quietly says, “Yes.”

“Hm. You took a moment to answer. Perhaps I should check?”

Emma tells me to remind him of the plan to pretend nothing happened and certainly never go there again, but Cara says, “Perhaps you should.” Traitorous slut.

Danny stalks toward me then picks me up as if I’m a lamp and sits me on his desk.

He pushes my skirt up a bit, spreads my legs, then stands between them. Then he slides one of his hands up my inner thigh, every so slowly while staring at me intently.

I tremble at his touch, electric tingles zapping through my body and jolting my pussy fully awake.

If I wasn’t wet before (which I totally was), I am definitely soaked now.

“My, my, my—I can smell your arousal, Cara, you bad, bad girl.”

“We shouldn’t do this.”

Shut up, Emma!

“Do what?” he says, his fingertips lightly teasing my sensitive feminine folds over my panties. 

My brain almost shorts.

I can’t answer him—I’m a prisoner of his torturous tease, and I certainly don’t want him to stop. 

“I can’t hear you,” he says as he slips a finger beneath my flimsy underwear, the raw touch of his flesh on mine making me lean my head back as I savor the sensation.

My pussy throbs with growing need.

I swallow, preparing myself to speak, although I have no idea what to say.

I suspect ‘Emma’ has left the building.

“Oh!” I gasp as he slips a finger inside me.

I start breathing harder as he pushes his finger deeper into me, wiggling it a bit, then pulls it out part of the way.

When he pushes his finger back in, he starts moving it like a dick, sliding it in and out and in and out my drenched entrance, teasing my inner flesh while helpless whimpers escape me.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he says as he pulls his finger out of me.

My pussy protests hard—so hard, it makes my mouth say, “Just one more for the road?” as I look at him with begging eyes.

“How could I possibly resist eyes like that?” he says as he unbuckles his belt, then zips down his slacks and lets his raging cock out, his slacks pooling around his feet. He points the lengthy, stiff organ between my legs.

I hike my skirt up to my waist while he pulls my panties down, and once I kick the flimsy fabric off, his cock finds my dripping slit.

“Are you sure about this?” he says in a gruff, lust-filled deep voice.

“Fuck me, Danny,” I say, and the words are barely out of my mouth before his thick cock penetrates my greedy snatch.

He pushes all the way inside me with one hard thrust, and I wrap my legs around him as he starts pumping into me, his dick working my inner flesh masterfully.

I hold onto his muscular arms and happily accept the pleasure of being filled, desired, pounded by a specimen like him—all virility and heady masculinity.

“I wish I could see your breasts,” he says, so I work my blouse off and pull them free of my bra.

“Jesus Christ, Emma, you’re amazing. You’re so beautiful, and you feel so good...”

His thrusts get faster and harder as he plows my slick pussy, drilling me with everything he’s got.

Then he suddenly pauses to fondle my breasts, and it makes me even hornier as I wait for him to start riding me again.

He bends to lick each breast, sending sharp tingles through me as his tongue slides over my taut nipples, his rigid cock still plugged into me.

Then he starts plowing me again, grinding into my cunt hard and deep while the sounds of our fucking fill the room.

“Oh, fuck, Danny—hitting my clit like that, I’m gonna...”

A wail of orgasm escapes me, and my legs tighten around him while my pussy clamps down on his dick.

My body begins to pulsate in the aftermath of my climax while he pumps and pumps and pumps, riding me through my blinding climax. Then he suddenly stills, letting out a masculine grunt of satisfaction.

“Emma,” he whispers, his cock throbbing inside me.

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill,” I say quickly.

“That’s not what I was going to say. I was gonna say that I know this is the last time, but I sure wish I had a chance to eat you; I want to taste your pussy so badly, Emma.”

My pussy throbs with interest, even though I’m still recovering from my orgasm.

I can’t answer him—I don’t know if Emma or Cara is going to come out, so it’s best not to say anything.

I’m slowly coming back to my senses, and I know this is it for real—we can never do this again.

Our parents found love with each other, and that’s that—there are plenty of fish in the sea.

Once Danny pulls out of me, I quickly get myself back together, yanking my skirt down and gathering up my panties.

By the time I look up again, I see that Danny has pulled himself together as well, and he has taken out his phone.

“A car will be waiting for you, as promised,” he says as he dials, then begins to talk to whoever picked up.

I turn to go, really wishing I could ignore the overwhelming sadness coming over me.