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“Oh my God, I still can’t believe it,” Clarise squeals, jumping into my arms. We’re in her father’s office again, and now we’re behind a locked door. “Me, CEO? What the hell just happened in there?” she continues, her eyes shining with joy.
“Are you really that surprised”? I laugh, holding her hands and making her spin around the room. “Because I’m not.” I pull her into me again, my lips finding her fast. “You deserve it, Clarise… It was only a matter of time until your father would see it.”
“Yeah, my father…” she says, lowering her gaze. I can see her becoming lost in her own thoughts, and so I place two fingers under her chin and force her to look up at me.
“Hey, don’t worry about your father. He’s still a bit shaken up, and that’s understandable. After all, it was a lot to take in. But he’s right; he’s not exactly in the best frame of mind to lead the company. You’re the one to do it.”
“Well… Me and you,” she tells me, finally cracking a smile. “After all, I want you by my side every single hour of the day, Mr. Senior Adviser.”
“I live to serve, my esteemed Chief Executive Officer,” I tease her, a whole future with her by my side playing behind my eyes. And to think that a few months ago I believed I’d never share my life with a woman; who would’ve said that, by now, I’d be head over heels with someone like Clarise?
“Oh, you better serve me right too,” she teases me right back. “Because I’m a very, very, demanding lady…”
“How demanding?”
“The kind of demanding that keeps you awake at night,” she says, lowering her voice into a whisper and then biting down on her lower lip.
“That’s disappointing; only at night? I thought that someone like you would be demanding 24/7, not just during the night,” I continue to tease her, sliding one hand down the side of her body and grabbing her ass firmly.
“Don’t tempt me. You might get more than you bargained for.” Running her fingers down the length of my tie, she pulls me into her and we kiss again, our tongues finding each other for a long, wet, dance. As we kiss, I start pushing her back, and I only stop when her ass is pressed against the edge of the desk.
“I’d like to see that, Clarise… I really would.”
“Haven’t seen enough?” she laughs, slowly loosening the knot on my tie. “We’ve already done a lot, you know?”
“But now we have so much time … I think we can do more. So much more,” I tell her, resting one hand on her knee and sliding it up to the hemline of her dress. I stop right before I slide my hand underneath it, enjoying the way her eyes seem to narrow in anticipation. She’ll be a hungry woman for life, there’s no doubt about that. And you know what? That’s exactly the kind of woman I need her to be. After so many years of celibacy, I have a lot of catching up to do.
“What do you say we get out of here?” she tells me suddenly, pursing her lips and looking into my eyes. “I want to show you my bedroom…”
“That’s funny… I don’t think I’ve ever shown you my bedroom either.”
“Let me call the limo,” she breathes out, jumping down from the desk and walking around it. Sinking down in her father’s seat, she leans back against it and grabs the phone there.
“Can you get me the limo? Yeah, I need it now,” she says into the phone, her eyes never leaving mine as she speaks. “It’s done,” she says as she puts the phone down, once more going up to her feet.
“Good, I can’t wait to see what kind of sheets you have on your bed,” I imagine that, once we’re done, the sheets on her bed will be the sweaty kind of sheets. Which is fine, very fine.
“Pink sheets. I’m a princess after all, didn’t you know?” she starts walking toward the door, holding my hand and dragging me after her.
“Well, you’re my princess,” I shoot back and, before she manages to get the door open, I stop her. “Why don’t we christen this office first?” I tease her, pulling her back into my arms.
“That’s not a bad idea…” she whispers, and she seems to consider it for a second. “But no, I want to do it when it’s my name hanging on the door, not my father’s. That just seems kinda wrong.”
“As wrong as fucking in a church?”
“And in a chapel,” she laughs, and I finally let her get to the door, mentally noting down in my schedule that, once she has her name on this door, I’ll have to fuck her right on the desk behind me. In fact, I think that as her adviser, her first official act must be to pleasure me…
God, I can already imagine her naked back sprawled on the desk, all the folders on top of it being swept off to the floor. I wonder if the walls in here are soundproof… Ah, fuck it, I doubt we’ll able to resist the urge to fuck even if everyone on this floor hears us. Sure, that might not be the best course of action for a CEO on her first day on the job, but what the hell… It isn’t like I’ve done all the right things either, and everything turned out alright.
“Come on, let’s go,” she says, derailing my train of thought. “There’s something I want to confess to you once we get home…” She bats her eyelids as she says it, and I can tell exactly what kind of confession is on her mind.
“Then you better be ready to pay the penance.”
“Oh, I was born ready.”