Chapter Ten – Grace
The next day at work, Boyd insists that the person who was supposed to initially train me, train me instead of him. He seems to be taking the not seeing each other very seriously. I appreciate him respecting my wishes but I find it hard not seeing him as often as I used to. He spends an unusual amount of time in his office and he rarely calls me in to see him anymore.
“This program is designed for cater to the company’s needs,” Noah says, looking over my shoulder as I type. His idea of training is being way too close to me. At least he’s not like Gabe and isn’t trying to sneak of a peak at my boobs every time he sees me. “You keep track of everyone’s schedules, their meetings and when projects are due. Everything you need is right here.”
“Thanks, I think I can take it from here,” I say, hoping my tone will indict that his close talking isn’t exactly endearing. He moves away from me and gathers up a few more folders.
“If you need anything else, I’ll be right over here,” Noah says and goes back over to his desk mere feet away. He gives me a smile and I force one in return. I have nothing against Noah and he knows what he’s doing. The training isn’t the problem. It’s the fat that I can’t get Boyd out of my head. I want nothing more than for him to call me into his office so I can see him face to face.
“Grace,” I hear my name and immediately look up. I see Boyd standing in his office doorway, looking directly at me. “Would you come here for a moment?”
I nod my head and try and contain myself. I gather my things in what I hope looks like a calm and collected manner. Not in the manner in which I want to sprint over to him and jump into his arms.
He leaves the door open and I walk into this office. I turn to close the door but he puts a hand up to stop me.
“I wanted to talk to you about your progress so far,” he says, louder than would be necessary. I get the feeling that he’s trying to let people know that I’ll be in his office for a while, but for professional reasons. The thought gets me all hot and bothered.
“Sure, Mr. Ashdown,” I say, playing along. “I’d greatly appreciate knowing how you think I’m doing here.”
He gestures for me to close the door and I do so without hesitation.
As soon as the door’s closed, he’s immediately in front of me. He hesitates for a moment before kissing me, urgently and passionately.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he says, once he pulls away. “I can’t stand being away from you for so long.” He kisses me again and I grab onto his shirt, bunching it together in my hands. My breath comes heavily and I gasp, pulling away from him.
“Me either,” I say, taking his hands in mine. “I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you. I can barely get any work done. Anytime Noah tries to teach my something, it goes it one ear and out the other.”
“Well, that could be a problem,” Boyd says, smiling. “We’re going to have to do something about our work ethic. I can’t seem to get any work done either.”
“I know I said before that we couldn’t have sex and that it would be a sin, but I can’t stop thinking that I don’t care. I want to be with you Boyd,” I say, finally telling him and myself the truth. I had at first thought that I was only feeling lust for Boyd but these last few weeks without him have been torture. I want nothing more than to be with him as much as possible.
“I want to be with you too, Grace,” Boyd says, grabbing my waist and pulling me close to him. He kisses me deeply, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I suck on his tongue and the response is immediate. He pulls me even closer and begins tugging on my blouse. He pulls it over my head and tosses it to the floor.
“If what happened last time was any indication of our volume level, we’ll have to be careful,” I say, giggling. “It is the middle of the day.”
“I think we can manage,” Boyd says, unbuckling his belt and tossing it on top of my blouse. He looks at me with lust and with something else. I can’t quite put my finger on it but I file it away for later. I reach over towards him and start unbuttoning his shirt. Then I toss it to the side of the room.
I walk over to the couch, sliding out of my skirt as a do so. I can feel his eyes on me and heard his pants drop to the floor. I can’t help but smile. I feel his hands on me in an instant and turn around to face him. I put my hands on his bare chest and marvel at the feel of his hard pecks. This is going to be fun.
I pull his briefs down in an instant and his penis springs forward just for me. I smile at the sight and grab a hold of his engorged cock, rubbing it vigorously with my hands. He smiles and kisses me again, deeply. His tongue reaching the roof of my mouth. I pull away and move to sit down on the couch, but he pulls me back up toward him. He turns me around and walks me over to his desk where he bends me over. His hands run along my buttocks, squeezing it gently. Then, out of nowhere, he slaps his hand across my ass and I let out a yelp. I look back over at him and he raises his eyebrows in question, asking for my permission to continue. I nod my head at him and he doesn’t leave a moment of hesitation. He slaps my ass again and then rubs his hand against my backside to soften the blow.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Grace,” Boyd says, running a hand up my back. “You haven’t been getting your work done.” Slap. “And because of this insubordination, I’m going to have to punish you.” Slap.
I hear him unwrapping something and can only assume that it’s a condom.
“Don’t want to take any chances,” Boyd says, affirming my suspicions.
After a moment, he grabs my ass with both hands and I can feel the tip of his large member against the entrance of my pussy. I’m already wet with desire and I can’t stand the thought of him being so close to me without him actually being inside me.
“Do with me, what you must, Mr. Ashdown,” I say, in what I hope sounds like a sexy manner. He takes this as an invitation and slowly slides his penis inside me. His gentleness almost makes me want to weep. But the feel of him inside me, makes me want to cum. He moves in and out of my slowly at first but then begins to pick up the rhythm. He grabs my hips for support and moves harder with each thrust. The desk groans its resistance and I groan in unison with Boyd. I can’t help but imagine his large cock as an eight inch tool, trying to move deeper inside me.
On and on, Boyd hammers inside me, moving harder and faster. Beads of sweat break out on my upper lip and my forehead. Soon, my orgasm reaches climax and I can feel the tension in his penis. My vagina closes tightly around his cock and he lets out a moan of pleasure. Just as I’m about to cum, I feel his cock vibrating, and can feeling him emptying his clip at the same time as me. I lift my head back and try to control my breathing. He runs a hand along my back and slowly pulls out of me. The empty sensation, new and uninviting.
“That was amazing,” I say, turning around and kissing him deeply. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me.
“It wasn’t too rough?” Boyd asks, concern clear on his face. He searches my face with his eyes. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“To the contrary, Mr. Ashdown,” I say, running my hands along his body. “You’ve made me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before in my life.” I speak honestly, feeling as though this man is the only one who can bring out my true self.
“I’m glad to hear that. And I enjoyed that very much too,” Boyd says, picking up our clothes from the floor and separately them out between us.
I slowly get dressed, watching him the entire time. I can’t get rid of the smile on my face as I finished dressing and gather up my work to leave. He smiles widely at me as I leave his office and the all too distressing thoughts of what I’ve just done don’t reach me until I’m half way down the hallway.