BossyValentine

ASteamyWorkplaceCEOOlderManRomance

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BossyValentine

ChapterOne

Mabel

FirstdaybackandI'mrushingthroughtheraintogettotheofficebeforeitpoursdownandsoaksme
through.It'salreadybeenoneofthosedaysthismorning.WhichIguessisgonnahappenwhenyougoon
vacationwithyourguyanddiscoverhimdoingthemasseusebehindthecabana.

By'oneofthose',Imeanthedaysyouknowyoushouldhavepulledupthecoversandstayedunderthere
withacoupleofhotromancenovels.BecausetheonlyromanceI'mevergettingmyselfintofromhereon,
isbetweenthecoversofabook.Ileftmyumbrellaatthehomeandclearlytheweekfromhellisgoingto
continue.Evenmysuntanhasrunawaytohide.

Ugh.Iwon'teventhinkaboutanythingthatremindsmeofthevacationthatmakesaweekinjailseemlike
fun.Sevendaysawayfromtherainandcold,lyingonabeachinMexicosoundedlikejustwhatIneeded
whenSamaskedmealong.We'donlybeendatingafewmonthssoIwassurprisedhewantedtotakeitto
thenextlevel,asIdidn’tthinkwewerethatmuchofathing.

AndIguessweweren’tbecausehemademepaymyownticketandthenIdiscoveredhimgettinga
massage.Exceptthewrongpersonofthepairwaslyingsprawledacrossthecouch,withmyboyfriend’s
cockallthewayinsideher.

I'mgladtobegettingbacktowork.FunnyIknow,whosaysthat?ButIlovemyjobandmyboss.

Literallylovehim.

He'sthesexiestguyinthecityandheknowsit.Datesalotofhotwomen–thetypicalskinnysupermodel
type.NottheordinarygirlthatsitshomeincozyPJs,withhotchocolateandagoodbookforcompany.So
Ican'thaveDarcyEglintonandSamdidn’tevenratemy'benefits'asbeingworthkeeping.

I'mfeelingprettysorryformyselfandinamomentofthoughtlessness,asmybrainracestoholdthe
tearinessfromrisinganyfurtherintomyeyes,Istepoffthesidewalkintotheblaringsoundofthedriver
leaningonahorn.

Mybodygoesflyingthroughtheairas,thankheavens,I'msomehowyankedbackfromthepathofthe

vehicle.

Everycellispoundingonhighalertasfastasmyheartbeat.MybreathcomesinriotousburstsbutIfeela
gushofpuresafetyathavingskirteddanger.Thankssolelytothetwomassivehandsclampedonmyhips.
I'mleaninghardasIcatchmybreathagainsttherocksolidbroadtorsoofaverystronggentleman.

Inaninstant,IrealizemybuttcheeksarelyingagainsttheratherpowerfulswellathisgroinandIspin
aroundwiththanksandapologiesalreadyspoutingfrommylips.Stillreelingfromfacingneardeath,I
turntofacethemostgorgeousmanI'veeverseen.

“Oh,wow.Imeanhello,Sir.Hello,MrEglinton.”

Mybosshashishandsonme.

Isoundlikesuchadummy.Butthefactis,I'venever,notonceintwoyearsofworkingatEglinton
Enterprise,seenmybossoutsideoftheoffice.Rarelyevenoutsideofhisactualoffice,wherehesits
behindthemonolithicblackdesk,tradinganddealingfromlighttodusk.

Heleavesinhisprivateelevator,takesitdowntotheprivatelotwherehischauffeurwaitswiththecarto
spirithimofftowhateverexquisiteeveningaffairhe'sattendingordirecttohispenthouseapartment.
Seeinghimoutonthestreet,withtherestofusdown-to-earthmortalsisalmostmoreofashockthan
goingunderthewheelsofanSUV.

“Mabel,areyouokay,”

Inodandsqueezemylipstogether.

“You'recrying.”

AfterafewbeatswhereIconsiderdenyingit,Inodlessvigorously.

“Why?Areyouhurt?”

Ican'treallysay.Ithoughtitwasaboutbeingunceremoniouslytossedwhileonvacation.Butthatwhole
weekitwasDarcy'sthatfacekeptswimmingupinmyvisions.EvenwhenIwaslyingonthebeachwith
Sam,Iwasfantasizingaboutmybosstherebesideme.

Itoldmyselfitwasn’twrong.ItwasonlythesameaspicturingmyselfonaluxurioustripwithBradPitt
oroneoftheRyans–strangehowmyfantasiesalwaysextendtopowerfulandconfidentmoremature
men.

“Notbecauseofthatboyfriend?”Darcypromptswithanalmostsnarl.

Christ,hishandisstillrestingweightilyonmyhip.Theheatfromhimburnsthroughmyclothes,hisgrip
onmecosseting,safeandisitmyimagination-possessive?Ishakemyheadnow.WhythehellamI
dumbstruck?Mylipsarequiveringandrefusetoformasingleword.

ThenInoticemythighsareshakingandtheclenchdeeperintomycoretellsmeit'snotonlythankstothe
nearmiss.Mybosshasnevertouchedme.Neverlaidhishandsonmybody.I'veonlyeverfelthisskin

twice.Oncewhenwebrushedfingertipspassingasheafofdocumentsatameeting.Thesecondtimewhen
hefoundmedepartingtheChristmaspartyandinsistedonhelpingmeintomycoat.Hisfingertipsgrazed
acrossthenapeofmyneckandsentspasmsofelectriclightthroughme.

Nowwithhisheavypalmgrippingme,allIcanthinkofishowitmightfeelifIwasnakedunderhis
powerfulgraspandhewasholdingbothhipsandthrustinghiscockinsideme.

“PerhapsIshouldtakeyoutoahospital.You'reflushedhot.”

“No,I'mfine,”Igasp.

I'mflushedbecauseIwasjustpicturingyourcockburiedballsdeepinsidemeandmybloodsurgedto
everycorner.

“ThenI'lltakeyouuptotheoffice.”Darcyinsists,takingmyhandtofoldmyarmthroughhis,adding;
“Leanonme.”

OhGod,ifonlyIcould.IfonlyyouwerethemanIcoulduseasmyhunkforsupportandsecurityfor
therestofmylife.

ButIcan't.Andit'skindofclichétofallinlovewithmyboss.

“You'reshivering.”

Hishandcoversmine,sittingonthesolidthickforearm.

“I'mfinehonestly,thankyou.”

“It'snothing,Mabel.Ijustneedtoknowyou'reokay.”

Heleadsmethroughthemarblelobbyandintotheelevator.Notthebankofpublicelevatorscrowded
withpeoplerushingtooffices,butsetbehindthose.Hisprivateelevator.Hepalmsthesmallofmyback
andpressesmegentlyinside.HisbodyissoclosetomineIthinkImightbuckleattheknees.

Iwonderhowmanywomenhe'sbroughtinsidehispersonalridetothetopfloor.I'veneverseenanyof
hisdatesinpersonbutI'vefieldedplentyofphonecallsandhadtodelivertheusuallie;'I'msorry,he's
outoftheoffice',toquiteafewscreamers.

TheplainfactisDarcyEglintondriveswomentodistraction.AndI'mnotimmune.

He'scharmingandhandsomewithabodyaGreekGodwouldenvybutalsoslipperyenoughtomakeeels
jealousinhisinabilitytostickwithonewoman.Ihaven'tbeenabovelookingupthewomenhe'sseeing.
Notinastalkerishway,justtogettoknowmybossandunderstandhispreferences.I'mcurioustofindout
whatkindofwomanturnshimon.Naturally,noneofthemisanythinglikeme.

Idon’tknowwheretolook.We'restandingcloseenoughthatonlyaninchofvacancyexistsbetweenour
bodies.Onesmalljoltofthecarandwe'dbeineachothersarms.

Uh-huh.Inyourwildestfantasies,Mabel.

ChapterTWO

Darcy

“Ifeelallspunaround,”Mabelsays,hersmallfingersgoingtoherforeheadasthoughtoholdthe
dizzinessinside.

Ipushbackthethoughtsofliterallyspinningheraroundtofacethewallanddraggingherskirtupher
thighsoverherroundass.Thequestionofwhethershe'swearingstockingsandhowsoftherfleshisatthe
nakedtopsisputonholdwhileconcernforherfillsmymind.

“Leanonme.”

I'vealwaysfeltkindofpossessiveaboutMabel.Mysecretary,withallthatjobdescriptionimplies.

ShetakescareofmeandIlovehowsolicitoussheis.Shesetsdownmycoffeeandadjuststhecupto
makeitperfectformyreach.Butshe'sallbusiness.Therearenoneoftheflirtatiousremarksand
surreptitiousbrushesoffingerstoskinthatIenjoyedwithallmypreviousgirls.

SinceMabelarrivedshemanagesmylifeperfectlyandbarelylooksatme.Ifwehappentomeeteyes,she
castsherhugeroundhazelonesawayeverytime.I'mleftdangling,withmybloodsurgingtoownherina
morevisceralway.

Mabel.

LastmonthIhadaweekofmeetingsinParisandcouldn’tstopthinkingofMabel,MaBelleastheFrench
wouldsay,backintheoffice.Butshe'shavingnoneofit.She'ssendingoutsmokesignalsthatI'mto
behaveinacompletelyprofessionalmanner.Unsurprisingwithmywild-manreputationaroundtownand
theoffice.Butthat'sthelastwayIwanttobearoundMaBelleMabel.

“Thankyou.”

Shetakesmyarmandthesideofherbreastgrazesmybicepandalmostblowsmyfuckingbrainsup.

“Better?”

Ilookdownathersmallhandgrippingmyforearm'sgirthandcan'thelpbutpicturethosefingers

wrappingmycock.Thefuckingthingisproddingatmypantszipperjustimagininghowshe'dgraspthe
length.AnyideasImayhaveinitiatedwhenIfirstseteyesonMabelweresquelchedbythearrivalofthe
latestboyfriend.Ifhetookheronvacationthatobviouslymeansthey'reserious.

InevermissedasecretarysomuchinmylifeasmuchaswhenMabelwasgoneforalloflastweek.I
neverpinedforanywomanlikethat,letalonemysecretary.Thetempwasperfectlycompetent.Actually
shewasmorecoquettishthanefficient.Andshewasn’tMabel.Ineededthatsweetface,hersoftvoice
andthatsexybodywalkingconfidentlyintomyofficetogreetmeeachmorning.

Astheelevatorliftssmoothly,IlookdowntomysecretaryandI'msureherlowerlipisquivering.Iget
thestrangestdesiretoreachoutmyhandandtouchit.Tofeelherfleshshiverbeneathmyfingertips.That
thoughtincitesanother,ofsuckingthatpinkswollensucculencebetweenmyownlipsandbitingdownjust
hardenough.Thedesiretotastehersurgesupfrommygutandhurlsmorevividpicturesintomymind.Of
tearingherclothesoffandfuckinghersoftpinkfleshmercilesslyupagainstthewallofthiscaruntilshe
begsmetostopandformore,allatonce.

“Yes,muchbetter,thankyou,”shesaysnervously,thenlooksaway.

Atthefloorbuttonpanel,theindicatorabovethedoors.Anywherebutintomyeyes.Perhapsshecanread
thewolfishdesiretodevourherinmypupils.I'dbetterreinthatshitbackinbecauseifshehandsinher
resignationIdon’tknowwhatI'ddo.Tiehertomydeskprobably.I'dneveracceptitofcourse,butthe
ideaofherleavingmeisoutofthequestion.She'smine.Itmaybeprofessionalalltheway,butsooneror
laterI'mgoingtofindthewaytoownhertotally.

“Takemyarm,”Itellherastheliftglidestoastopatthepenthousefloor.

“Oh,I'mokay,”shemurmurs,liketouchingmeanymoremightbecontagious.

Fuckthat.Istandtherewithmyhookedarmoutstretchedlikesomedoucheinatheaterplay.

Shelooksdown,thenhereyesflyuptomyfaceandhercheekscolorscarlet.Sofuckingpretty.AndI
wonderwhattheroundcheeksofherasswouldlooklikethatsamehue,onceIgotdonewiththem.

Idon'tmove.Juststandthereunbudgingsoshehasnochoicebuttohookherfingersaroundme,beforethe
doorsshutonusandshe'strappedinmyelevatoralonewithme.Thevividimagesofwhatwouldhappen
thenmakemycockboltupagain.

SheholdsontomeandIcantellshe'sdoingherbestnottolimp.Butherfacesquintswitheverystepand
sheleansagainstmetotakethepressureoff.

“MissTrellis,youshouldtaketherestoftheday,”Itellher.

“Ohno,Icouldn'tleaveyou,”sheblurtsout,makingmesmileinside.“Imean,Icouldn'tleaveyouto
managetheChinesecontractwithoutme.”

“Ifyou'resure,”Isay.

Icouldeasilyinsistbuttruthisnowshe'sbackatlast,Idon'twanthertogoeither.WhatIwantisto

continuewalkingthroughtheopenplancubiclestomycornerofficeandkeepgoing.Kickthedoorshut
behindusthenstriphernaked.

Thepictureofherglowingroundcheekstippedupformyflattenedpalmisdrivingmefuckingnuts.Her
hairisduskyblondandIwondernowwhetherit'snatural.Whetherherpussyhairisthesamecolor.Or
maybeshe'sshavedbaresoherpinkslitisfullyvisibleasitthrobsgentlyforme.

EitherwayIwanttopullthoselipsapartandburymyfaceinher.

“I'msosorryforbeingsuchahassle,”shewhispers.“Itwassostupidnottobepayingattention.”

“I'mjustgladIwastheretodragyououtofharm'sway,”Isay.

Screwthissmalltalk.Mydickisraginginmyjocksandravagingatthefabrictobustlooseandintoher
sweetpussy.

“Yes.Thankyouagain.Somuch,”shegushes.“Well,hereweare.”

“Yes.Hereweare.”

We'vebeenstandingbesideherdesk,armslockedandI'mstillholdingherpetitehandstapledtomy
forearmbeneathmyownheavyone.Itwouldtakequiteawrenchforhertosnatchitoutfromme.IfonlyI
couldholdherthereallday.

“Letmetakeyourcoat,”Iorder,ratherthaninviteher.

She'sabouttorefusebutmypresencesoclosetoherbrooksnorefusal.She'llgetusedtothat.

Shereachesuptoundothebuttonsandastheycomeapartandherroundbreastsaresetloosefromtheir
bondage,Ivisualizethemtumblingnakedbeforeme.Thenbouncingandswayingassheridesmycock.

“It'sgoodtohaveyouback,MissTrellis,”Igrunt,strictlybusiness,asIwillthethoughtsfrommymind.
“I'vemissedyou.”

“Youhave?Thatis,I'vemissedyoutoo,Sir,”sherepliesbuthercheekspinkenagainwhensherealizes
whatshe'ssaying.

Andallthefilthyimagesarerightbackinmyhead.

NeverbeforehaveIundressedawomanandeyefuckedherinthemiddleoftheoffice.Mabelhas
unleashedawholenewsetofdesiresthathavebeenhibernatingforfartoolong.

Idon'tknowhowithappenedandIguessI'veheldbackforthesakeofthisboyfriendandtheir
relationship.ButnowthatIhaveherback,she'snotgettingawayagainever.Notasmysecretaryandnot
asmuchmore.

Shedoesn’tknowityetbutIhavehugeplansforher.FirstIneedtoclaimherandslidemydickintoher
tenderslickness.Iwanttoseehercheeksturnthatrosyshade,whileIsawintohertightpussyandshe
breathesmyname.

ChapterTHREE

Mabel

“Imuststillbeinbeachmode,”Itellmybossasanexcuseforbeingaditheringidiot.Walkingoutinto
trafficsohehastorescueme.

God,Ihopehedoesn'tfiremeforbeingsuchaditz.“Iamrightbacktoworknow,Ipromise,”Iadd.

Icanfeelhiseyesonme,nodoubtwonderingwhetherI'vestillgotthecapacitytomanagehisaffairs.
WhetherI'lllethimdownatsomevitalmomentwhenheneedsme.

“Ofcourse.Iforgottoask,howwasyourvacation?”heasks,politelybuthisjawisclenchedandIdetect
theirritation.

He'sprobablyannoyedthatIlefthimalonewithatempallweek.Evenwhenmad,he'sanabsolutegodI
canhardlybeartolookatincasehesearsmyeyeballs.

“Itwasfine,”Ilie.

“Thatboyfriendtreatingyouright?”

Histeetharealmostgrittingtogether.Iknowhedidn'ttaketoSamwhenhemethimattheofficeChristmas
party.

“Um,yesthankyou,Sir.”

AnotherliebutIamhardlygettingintoTMIwithmyboss.Hedidn'tasktohearmysorrysobstory,he
wasjustbeingpolite.Passingthetimeuntilhecangetawayfrommeandbacktobusiness.

IsitdownatmydeskandnoticehowdrippingwetIambetweenmythighs.Mypantiesaresoaked
throughjustfrombeingthatclosetoDarcyEglinton.Ohmigod,it'stotallynutstobesosuddenlycrazed
formyboss.I'vealwaysfoundhimattractiveandmaybeindulgedinadaydreamortwo,onlyonoffdays
ofcourse,abouthimfallinginlovewithme.ButDarcyisn'tthefallinginlovekindofguy.Iknowthat
fromthecommentsI'veseenaroundsocialmediaandheardinthelunchroom.Ipullopenmytopdrawer,

reachinandyankmyhandrightbackout.

“Euw.”

“What'sup,Mabel?”Andy,thecopytech,asksashestrollsby

“Nothing,”Isnap.

“Youlooklikeyousawamonsterinyourdeskdrawer,”hecallsacrosshisshoulderashecontinuesonto
jokewiththenextperson.

Ididseeademon.Iopenthedraweracrackandthey'restillthere.AsthoughtounderlineeverythingI
wasjustthinkingaboutmyboss.

Apairofredsatinunderwear.Ifyoucancallthemthatwhenthey'remostlyafewstringsknottedtogether.
Trashy.

ObviouslyMrEglintonkepthimselfamusedwhileIwasaway.Andwhynot?He'srenownedforbeinga
player.Hislastgirl,Joss,disappearedonaWednesday.Intears,accordingtothesecurityteam,andnever
returned.

AnywayDarcywouldneverlookatme,theonewhobringsthecoffee.Sothisisinsane.ButallIcan
thinkofiswhathemightdotome.Ifheevergotmealoneinthatelevatorwhenthedoorsweren'taboutto
openonthemorning-crowdedoffice.Membersofstaffdashingbackandforthacrossreceptionwith
importantbusinesstotakecareof.

IfMrEglintonandIwereworkinglateonetimeandhedecidedthatIwasafteralltheperfectgirlfor
him,insteadoftheskinnymodelgirltypesheprefersbutneverlastswith.IfIwasthetypeofwomanwith
theconfidencetoslideonepaintedfingernailuphisshirtplacketandtantalizinglyunhookabutton,then
anotheruntilhisamazingtonedchestwasbared.HowI'dlovetoseehisstrongripplesofchestexposed.

“CanIseeyou,Mabel?”

I'mjoltedoutofadeliciousdaydreambythehuskyrawvoiceofallmyfantasiescomingoutofthe
intercomonmydesk.

“Yes,Sir.Rightaway.”

Ijumpupfrommychairandsmoothmyskirtdown.Notthatit'sriddenupbutIneedtocomposemyself.
Christ,Ihopetherearen’tanydampmarksontheback.Itrytostrainbackovermyshoulderwhichof
courseishopeless.Noonecanseetheirownass,luckily.

Igoin,makingsurenottoturnmybackfullyasIclosethedoor.Justincase.

“How'stheankle?”Darcyinquiresimmediately,hiseyesscouringovermesothatgoosebumpsleapup
alongmyarmsanddownmythighs.

“It'sfine,honestly,”Itellhim,perchingontheedgeofmyseat,bothliterallyandfiguratively.

ForsomereasonI'mallbefuddledbydoingmyjoballofasudden.Itmustbethereturnfromthesurreal
experienceofpalmtreesandsultryweathertothemiddleofgraywinter.Alongwiththehumiliating
experiencewithSam.

“Lookatme,”Darcycommands.

Myeyesbatuptohisgorgeousfaceinstantly.Somuchmorematureandconfidentthanmyex.Than
anyoneI'veeverbeenwith,infact.Myheartisracingatthesuddendominanceinhistone.Hebindsmy
gazeinhisforwhatseemslikeadecadeandIneedtolookawaybeforemycheeksigniteandburstinto
flame.I'mcertainthey'realreadyapairofredbeaconsbrighterthanthosesluttypantiesleftinmydesk.
ButIcan'tripawayfromthedepthofhisstare,delvingsofarintomeIfeelstrippednakedandspread
acrosshisdesk.Ohgod.Badimagetoconjure.

“I'veorderedadoctortocomelookatyou,”Darcyeventuallysays.“He'llbehereinfifteenminutes.”

“Truly,Sir,youdidn'tneedtogotothetrouble.I'msorrytobeabother-”

HeholdsuphishandforsilenceandIclampmymouthshutbeforeIgoreelingon.Idon'tknowwhyI've
becomesounhingedtoday.I'malwayssoorganized,calmandincontrolandnowI'majabbering,shaky
dummy.IshouldchangemynamefromMabeltoDumbell.

“Isthatall,Sir?”

I'dliketoleavethetautpressureintheroomwhichseemsairlesstoday.

“No,”hebarks.“Justsitthereandwaitforthedoctor.SoIknowyouaren'trunningaroundonme.”

“Oh,”Isqueak.Thenadda“kay”whenIrealizehowsillyIsounded.

Ican'tstopmyselffromrubbingthesideofmyneckthatisprickling.It'ssohotinhere,thereseemstobe
nooxygenandIcan'tbreathe.IhopeI’mnotcomingdownwithsomething.NowayIcantakeanother
weekawayfromEglinton.

I'mbeingridiculous.Thisisallmyminddesperatelyreachingtofindacoverupfortheembarrassmentof
beingjerkedanddumped.BecauseofcoursenothingcouldeverhappenbetweenDarcyandme.Wework
togetherascloseastwopeoplecan.Imagineifsomethingdid–goon-andthenwehadtofaceeach
othereveryday.Theawkwardindiscretionwouldbeintolerable.

I'msureMrEglintonwouldfindsomereasontobootmefrommyjobinthenameofevadingthat
discomfort.Iknowhowguysare.Breakingupbytextinsteadoffacingthegirl.Screwingothergirls
behindcabanasinsteadofowninguptothegirlfriendthattheybroughtthemalongforbenefitsonly.

Bitternessalert.

IwillnotthinkofSam.I'vegotbetterthingstothinkofbecauseDarcymaybeabitofanarrogantalpha
bossmanbuthe'sentitledtobe.He'sgotalltherequiredattributeswhereasSamisjustadouche.

ChapterFOUR

Darcy

NormallyIhavenoideawhatmysecretaryisdoingatherdeskorwhostopsbytospeaktoher.Today
I'vesettheglassblackoutonmyofficewallsfromopaquetotransparent,driventokeepmyeyesonher.
InfactI'msomesmerizedbyeverymovementofherenticingbody,I'vedonelittletozerowork.

ThewholedayhaspassedwithmetrailingmystareoverMabel,sittingontheothersideoftheglass
wall.Untouchablebutsoperfectlyfuckable,Ican'tstopimaginingherbentovermydeskwithherlegs
stretchedwideapart.Hercrackenticinglyparted.

She'swearingatightkneelengthskirtandwhiteblouse,togiveherthatefficientassistantlook.I'dhaveto
dragtheskirtallthewayupherthighs.Untilherperfectbottomwasexposedandherthighswouldhave
thespacetoopenforme.

NowIrecalllastsummerwhensheworethosefloralpatternsundressesinthestiflingheat.Atthetime
theymademethinkofmygrandmotherbutnowforsomereason,Icanseehoweasilythatlightweightfull
skirtwoulddriftupherthighsandmedelvingrightintoapairofwhitelacypanties.

Thisismadness–thewomanisdrivingmeintodistractionallofasudden.

IsavetheworkIhaveforheruntillateenoughintheafternoonthatshe'llhavetostayonovertime.She
takesitwithasmileandnotawordofcomplaint.Ilovethatshe'ssocompliant.Howfarwouldshelet
megowithherbody?I'mrelishingtheimagesthatcomerushingintomymindwhenIdetectsome
movement.Ilookupandseesomeguythatdoesn'tworkhereatMabel'sdesk.

Theboyfriend.

Fuck,Iforgotaboutthatasshole.Forgotshewasalreadytaken.Bythatdouchethatinnowaydeserves
her.

Itmakessensehe'dstartcomingtopickherupafterworknowthatthey'vetakenitupalevel.Iguessher
vacationreallywasfine.ThewayshesaiditwhenIasked,gavemeamomentaryglimpseofpossibility.
Thatshewasavailable.

Let'scallthatelevatormadness,becausehereheisallpossessive.Lookatthewayhe'sstandinginfront

ofherlikeshe'shisproperty.Hisbackistome,buthishandsonhishipsplainlytellmehe'sdressingher
downaboutsomething.

Mabelfrownsandfromthelookonherfaceshe'snotpleasedtoseehim.Sheshakesherheadmore
vigorouslynoandIcan'tresistflippingtheintercomtoheartheirconversation.

“It'sValentine'sDay,ifyouhaven'tforgotten,”thedouchebagsays.HisnameeludesmealthoughI'mpretty
sureMabelintroducedhimattheChristmasparty.

She'snoddingherheadnow;yes,sheknowstheholiday.

Thatfucksmeoffandthebloodboilsthroughmyveins.Whydoeshegettohaveheronthatdayfor
lovers?Sheshouldbemine.

Inmyfury,Ilosethecontinuationoftheconversationandamonlybroughtbackbyraisedvoices.Mabel's
onherfeetnow,asthoughtoreassertherselfandnotbeintimidatedbytheassholeboyfriendstanding
overher.Whycantsheseeshe'swaytoogoodforhim?AmIlisteningtoalover'squarrel?

Ican'thearbecausemybloodsurgesupagainastheasshattakesastepforwardandcupsMabel'sarmsin
hisgripasthoughhe'sabouttoshakethelifeoutofher.

NormallyI'dturnablindeyetotheprivatelivesofmyemployees.ButnotwhenitcomestoMabel.No
onegetstoputhishandsonheraggressively.Notwhenshe'sundermyprotection.Oreverforthatmatter.
Ican'tstopmyselffromrisingandsteppingswiftlyoutofmyoffice.Mabel'seyesflytometheinstantI
throwbackthedoor,fullofapology.

“Areyouheretoseeme,Mr-?”Iinquire,myvoiceaslowandkindofmenacingasIcanmusterwithout
comingacrossallmafiadon.

“No,I'mspeakingtoMabel,ifyoudon'tmindgivingusamoment,dude-”thearrogantidiotreplies,
turningtomewithadismissivehalfsneer.

Mabel'smouthdropsopenslightlyandhereyestakeinmyhandswhichIrealizearetightfistsatmyside.
I'vehadenoughofthisshitheadinmyspace,withmywoman.

“Idomind–Dude,”Isnarl.“Mabel'sonmytimeandIlikemyemployeestotakecareoftheirpersonal
businessoutsidemybuilding.”

ThewaythatcomesoutmakesitsoundlikeIownherthroughofficehoursMondaytoFridayandI'mfine
withthat.Ionlywishitextendedintoafterhours,allnightlongandespeciallytheweekend.WhenI'dlie
inbedlatewithherandbringherbreakfasttokeepherstrengthupforeverythingI'ddotoheronalie-in
Sunday.

Icrossmyarmsovermychestsoastokeepfromdeckinghim.He'ssquaringmeup,likeafuckingwild
dog.He'saboutadecadeyoungerbutI'malmostawholeheadtallerthanhimandwaymorebuilt.Hecan
comeandgetitifhethinkshecantakeit.

“I'msorry,MrEglinton,”Mabelsaysnervously.

Idon'tknowwhichofusismakingherskittishbutoneofusisexitingthepremisesrightnow.

“That'sokay,Mabel,”ImakehernamesoundlikeIownittoo.“Butpleasekeepthepersonalchitchatto
after-workhours.”

Icantellbythelookonhisfacethattheboyfriend’spissed.He'dliketosaysomethingtomeandI'dlike
toseehimtry.Thisguy'sanevenbiggerassthanIoriginallythought.Icannotunderstandwhataheavenly
creaturelikeMabelseesinadouchelikehimbuthe'snotmakinguptoheronmytime.OfficehoursIown
her.Notliterally,notyet.Butifhesomuchasmakesonewrongmove,I'mgoingtostepupfinallyto
claimheronceandforever.

“Justgo,Sam,”Mabelsnaps,likeshemeansitandnotbecauseshe'safraidforherjob.

“Wearen'tdonehere,”hesays.

“Yes,youare,”IgrowlandImeanitinmorewaysthanone.

MabelisclearlynothappywiththatassandIintendtotaketheopportunitytoclaimherbeforeIloseher.

Thedickheadwalksawaytowardreceptionandthepublicelevators.

“Getyourcoat,”ItellMabel,makinghereyeswidenasshelooksatmewithsurprise.Likeshethinks
maybeI’mdismissingher.“I'mtakingyouhome.”

I'mamusedtoseehereyesstretchevenfurther,thinkingthat'snottheonlypartofherdeliciousbodyI'm
goingtobeforcingwideopen.

“Ohno,Mr...Sir.”HerkittenyvoicetrailsawayasIturntolockmyofficedoor,withmyhandraisedfor
silence.Sheknowsbetterthantofightme.

“Iwanttomakesureyou'resafelyhomeanddon'tstrainthatankleanymore.”

“You'resokind,”shemewls.

“ReallyI'mnot.”Isay–lettingherknowthetruth.

Iwon'tbekindbutIwon'thurtherunlessshewantsmeto.

ChapterFIVE

Mabel

MrEglintonleadsmetotheelevatorattheendofthehalllikehehasaninvisibleleashattachedtoa
collaratmyneck.Hedoesn'treallyofcoursebutIfeellikeI'vebeenmarkedaspersonalterritory.But
thatisn’tpossible.

Isit?

MrEglinton'sneveroncebotheredaboutmebringinganypersonalstuffintotheoffice.Theonetimea
friendaskedmeforhelphetoldme;“Takeallthetimeyouneed,Mabel.Youtakecareofmefivedaysa
weektheleastIcandoisallowyoualife.”

WhatjusthappenedwithSamdidn’tfeellikeithadanythingtodowithofficehours.Darcylookedlikehe
wasreadytodeckmyex.Likemybossemergedfromhisofficetostakeaclaimonhisproperty.Me.

ButGoddamnifhedidn'tlookhot.StandinglikeacolossusbehindSam,withhisarmsboundoverhis
strappingchestandexpensivesuit.Sopowerfulandconfident.HemadeSamlooklikeacantankerous
schoolboy.Thebullywhowouldneverdaretotouchmeagain.

Darcysnapsopenhisphoneontheway.

“Crane,I'lldrivetonight,”heorderssomeoneontheotherend.“BringtheOnyxaround.”

Crane,hischauffeurofcourse.What'swrongwithmeallofasuddenI'mnotthinkingclearly.Maybe
becauseDarcy'sdrivingmehomeinhisnewconceptcar.Thatisn'tevenavailableonthemarketyet.The
sportscarwiththebeatencoppersidesthatcostmorethanaplane.

Justmeandhim.

WithoutCranesittingupfront.Hiseyesslidingtotherearvieweveryminuteorso.I'vemetCraneonrare
occasionswhenI'veriddenwithDarcytotheairport,takinginstructionasheheadsforhisplanetojetto
EuropeortheFarEast.AndthenI'veriddenbacktotheoffice,aloneinthebackseat,squirmingasthe
chauffeurexaminedme.

TheelevatordoorslidesbackandDarcyputshishandonthesmallofmybacktoguidemeinside.A

thousandelectricalshiversrundownmythighs.AndonceagainIdon’tknowwheretolookasthecar
startsitsdescent.

IntheendIhavenochoice.

“Lookatme,”Darcyorders.

He'stoweringoverme,hischestawallofsteelthere'snowayround.Myeyesaredraggeduphissolid
expanse,overthesilkknot,overtheslightlystubbledbutstillcarvedjawline,hisdeliciouslyfulllips,to
hiseyesburninguplikeapairofcattlebranders.

Hishandsclampeithersideofmyfaceandhisgazeholdsmeimmovableinhisgrasp.Iswallowand
swallowagain,harder.Mybreathcomingsofast,mybreastsaregoingupanddownlikealifesupport
systemonsteroids.Ipartmylipsslightlyformoreair,tostallmypantinggaspsandinaninstantDarcy
leansinthelastinchandsucksmylowerlipintohis.Lightsilluminateeverycornerofmybody.Rightas
thedoorslidesback,revealingthebuildingconcierge.

“MrEglinton,MissTrellis,”hesays,standingtoonesidewithhisarmholdingthecar.Andtryingto
suppressasmirk.

Darcyreleasesmeandagainhishandsitsonthesmallofmybacktopressmethroughthedoor.Thenhe
stridesoutoftheelevatorwithabriefnodattheconciergeandleadsmebythehandtothedarkfuturistic
carwaitingatthecurb.

AsidefromthebriefdirectionsIhavetogiveoncewe'reacrossthebridgeoutofManhattan,weridein
silence.Theairinthesmallcockpitofthevehicleissolidwiththetensionbetweenus.

Didhemeantosuckmylipintohis?Wasitakneejerkreaction?Whatthehellishappening?AllIknow
hetastedlikecoffeeanddanger.Andmyheartisgallopinglikearodeostampede.

IpointoutmybuildingandDarcypullsup.HecomesaroundtoopenthedoorbutI'vealreadyunlatchedit
andamstrugglingtogetoutofthelowslungcarbeforehearrives.Ican'tbearhimtouchingmeagain.I
craveitwitheveryfiberofmybeingbutIdon'tthinkIcancontrolmyreactionsifmybossputsonehand
onme.

Thisafternoonhebroughtmeadoctoraswellaslunch.ThatIcouldn'teatbecauseallmydigestivejuices
hadmorphedintoadifferentkindofliquid,thatpoureddownmythighseverytimehewasinsight.
BecauseIcantthinkstraightorfocusonworkordoanythingotherthanfantasizeaboutDarcyEglinton
pinningmedownandslidingallthewayinsideme.

“You'reaveryindependentwoman,Mabel,”hebarkswhenheseesmerisetostandingbythedoor.

“I'vealwaystakencareofmyself,”Isay,turningtoshutthedoorexceptDarcy'sblockingit.

Igaspbecausehe'srightupinmyspace,soclosethere'sbarelyawhisperofairseparatingus.I'mcertain
Icanfeeltheheatcomingoffhisbody.Icandefinitelysmellthearomaofhiscolognewhichreads
expensiveandduskyandallman.

MypussyclenchesasIinhalehim,thefaintnoteofhisownmasculineodorchimingnicelywiththeafter
shave.Ialmostleanintopressmynoseagainstthestubblestartingtocomeinonhiscarvedjaw,to
breathetheintoxicatingleatherymaleskin.

“I–always-”forsomereasonit'snearlyimpossibletoforcemylipsintotheshapeofwords.“Had-to.”

“Maybeyoushouldletsomeoneelsetakecareofthatnow,”hesays,huskyandraw.

“I-”

Mymouthfinallygivesupcompletely.ToobusycraningforwardtoreceiveDarcy'slips.Ican'twithhold
ashiverashegripsmyarmsmakingtremorsslideallthewaydowntomyfingers.Thisisinsane.I'm
standinghereonthestreetwithmyboss,thebillionairehedgefundmanagerDarcyEglintonandhe'sway
upinmyspace,toweringoverme,hisbroadchestalmostwrappingaroundmine.Atleastthat'showit
feelsasheholdsmegrippedinhispalms,hishotbreathlickingacrossmytoplip.

Howwillwedealwiththistomorrow?Whenwecomefacetofaceintheoffice?

Idon'tevencare.

TomorrowseemsamillenniumawayandallIwantisthismoment.Tosinkintohisarmsrightnowand
havehimtakecareofeverything.

“Yes?”hegritsout.

Hisvoicelowandalmostanimal.AtoneI’veneverheardfromhim,evenwhenhe'ssnarlinghisway
throughacontentiousdeal.

Iopenmymouthbutnothingcomesoutasidefromacoupleoflittlepantingbreaths.IrealizeI'dforgotten
tobreatheandmybodywasstarving.

Islowlyliftmyeyestohisandourstaresslamintoeachother.Thisistotalcraziness.Thechemistry
crashingbetweenuslikeanuntamedbeastreleasedfromitscageandlefttorampagearoundfreeatlast.
I'msureI'mnotimaginingtheheatcomingoffmyboss,thehungerIcanreadjustbarelyheldbackinhis
gaze.Iknowhimtoowelltomisread.

Don'tI?

IfhekissesmerightnowI'llbehelplesstodoanythingbutdraghimuptomyapartmentandlethimdo
whateverhewantswithme.AndIhopehewon'tbegentle.Iwanthimtousemewithallthebrutal
strengthIfeelemanatingfromhisfingersgrippingme.

“Mabel,areyouokay?”

Shit.

IcompletelyforgotItextedWenandaskedhertodropbytonightwithatminimum,threecasesofcheap
wine.Shestandsthereclutchingabottleinabrownbagwhilehereyesflickbackandforthbetween
DarcyandI,athousandquestionsnotleavingherlips.

ChapterSIX

Darcy

AsIsnaparoundtodiscovertheinterruption,Ifeelmyfacehardening.I'mabouttotelltheChinesegirl
standingonthesidewalkwithaconfusedstaretoleave.ToorderherinthestreetthewayIcommand
everyoneandeverysituation.ButIreelitbackin.

“Wen,thisisum,MrEglinton,”Mabelsaysandstuttersthroughtherestoftheintroductioninanadorable
manner.

I'veneverseenherthisdiscombobulatedandnotinpurposefulchargeofeverything.AndIcanonlyput
thatdowntoherfeelingforme.Forthisgiantthat'srisenbetweenusoutofnowhere.

“Ican...”Wenstarts,clearlyofferingtoleaveus.

“Ihavetogetgoing,”Iannounce,suddenlycomingtomysenses.“Takecareoftheankle.Havefun,
ladies.”

Beforetheyhaveachancetouttermuchmorethansurprisedfarewells,I'mbackinthebeastandroaring
offdownthestreet.

Thetensiondoesn’tuncoilfrommyshouldersuntilIcrossthebridgebackintoManhattan.Nothingtodo
withthesuburbsandeverythingtodowithMabel.I'vebeenwithherinacarbeforebutonlyseateda
respectableandappropriatedistanceonthebackseatofthelimowhileshemadenotesonwhatshehadto
getaccomplishedforme.Everythingfromsigninghugecontractsonmybehalftoshoppingforabirthday
giftformysister.

Mabelknowsmoreaboutmethananywomanontheplanet.Havingherinmycar,closeenoughtotouch
seemedsointimate.StupidtofuckingsaythatafterIsuckedhermouthbetweenmylipsbutthereweare.I
seemtohavebecomeanidiottodayandlostallmypowertomysecretary.

AlldaysheheldmeinsomekindofhypnoticthralltothepointIcouldn'tlethergoattheendofday,
findingexcusestotakeherhome.Consideringtakinghertomyplaceandstrippingheroutofherclothes.
TofinallyhaveMableTrellisnakedundermygaze.Perhapsitwasfortunatethatherlittlefriend
interruptedusbeforeIdidsomethingevencrazier.

Idriveintothegaragebeneathmybuildingandrideuptothepenthouse.Everyfloorilluminatingonthe
scaleseemingtotakemefurtherawayfromheruntilIcanbreatheeasyagain.

Istepoutstraightintomyhome,leapthefourstepsdownintothesunkenlivingareaandheadstraightfor
thebar.There,Ifillatumblerwithsinglemalttohalfwayandtakeaslugwithoutevenbotheringtogoto
theSubZeroforice.Thewarmthoftheamberfirefiltersthroughmychest.Itopitoffthenloosenmytie,
throwmyjacketacrossachairandrollupmysleevesbeforesprawlingbackacrossthesofa.

Myfreedomdoesn’tlastlong.ImagesofMabelinhersummerdresscomeflyingbackintomyhead.Her
beautifulface,lightlygoldenfromthesunandhereyeslikeriverpebbles,glossywithtearsfromthepain
ofturningherankle.

Sobrave.Holdingitinandnotlosingallcontrolinfrontofme.HowIwantedtoseehercry.Notbecause
I'msomekindoffuckingsociopathbutonlyforthesakeofmakingitbetterforher.Andthenslowly
peelingtheclothesoffherbodysoIcouldtrailmytongueacrosseveryporeofherdelectablebody.

Iheadforanotherscotchandwhenmyeyesfindtheclock,Inoticehourshaveslippedaway.Howthe
fuckdoesthathappen?I'mgonnalosemyentirelifethinkingaboutthisgirlifIdon’tgetitunderwraps
here.Butit'sanaddictionworsethananydrug.Mabelisanarcotic.

Thescratchingatmyveinstohearhervoice,tohearherbreathinginthosesmallgaspsthattellmeshe's
tryingtomanageheremotions.Notletmeknowtheintensityofherfeeling.

Thefriendmustbegonenow,thegirlsnightoverwith.Icannotresistpullingoutmyphoneanddialing
Mabel'snumber.

Shepicksupalmostimmediately.

“Hallo?”hersoftvoicealmostkitteny.Shemustknowit'sme.

“Whatareyoudoing?”

“I'm,um,lyinginbed.”

“DidIwakeyou?”

“No,”shehalfwhisperssoIcravethesoftfallofherbreathonmymouth.“Sir.”

AndwhensheaddsthatnameIalmostbustavessel.

“Whatareyoudoing?”

“Nothing.”

“Tellmethetruth.”

“Truly.Justthinking.”

“Whatabout.”

She'ssilentforsolongIknowexactlywhat'srunningthroughherthoughts.

“Answerme.”

“Iwasjust,um,wonderingabouttoday.”

“Wondering.Isthatthewordyoumeantouse?”

“I'mconfused,Sir.”

Andagain.Onemorelikethatandshe'sgoingtobeinmoretroublethanshecouldeverimagine.

“Whatareyouwearing?”

“What?”shesqueaks.

“Isaidwhatareyouwearing?”

“Mynightclothes.”

“Describethem.”

“JustapairofPJbottomsandasinglet.White.”

“Asinglet?Isn'tthatalittlechillyforFebruary?”

“Idon’tknow.Maybe.Ifeelwarm.MyapartmentiswarmImean.”

“Pullitup.”

“Excuseme?”

“Mabel,youhaveneverintwoyearsasmyassistantneededmetorepeatmyself.Isaidpullitup.Until
it'ssittingaboveyourtits.Doit.”

IhearsomerustlingontheendofthelineandIcanclearlyseeherfullbreastspopfreeofthetightwhite
cotton.

“Pinchyournipples.”

Anothergasp.Isensetheresistanceinherbreathandit'sseductiveasfuck.

“Howdoesitfeel?Iwantyoutodescribeeverysensation.”

“They'rehardlikelittlebulletsandpointingout.Craving.Demandingtobepinchedharder.”

“Putmeonspeakerphone.That'sit,nowtweakthemboth.Tugthemouthard.LikeIwould.”

Hersoftmoanshavemycockhammeringwood.

“Getup,”Itellher.“Kneelonyourbed.”

MoresoundsofmovementandIimagineherbaretitsswayingassheclimbsup,thenbobbingperkyin
frontofher.IfonlyIcouldgreedilysuckeachoneintomymouth.

“Pullyourpajamasdown.Notoff,justtoyourknees.”

Ihearhercomplyandthehuffinggaspsofherbreathinginmyear.

“Good.Nowbendover.Openyourlegs.Justenough.That'sit.Goodgirl.”

Thethoughtofheronherknees,hertitsbare,herpussyglisteningistoomuchforme.Ireachintomy
pantsandpullmydickoutbeforethethingdetonatesfromheatexplosion.Imanglethefuckerinmygrip
andimaginetheslicknessofMabel'sspreadpussy.

“Areyouwet?”

“Youwantmeto–touchmyself?”shewhimpers.

Soadorablethatsheisn'talreadygettingherselfoff.Iswaitingformypermission.

“Strokeyourclit.”

Ilovethelittlegaspsheexhales.

“Isthatgood?”

“Yes.”Shewhimpersintomyearandalmostmakesmeshootmyload.

“Circleyourfingersinyourjuices.That'sit.”

“Ohgod,”shemoans.

“Yes.Wouldyoulikemylipssuckingyouthereaswell?”

“Yes.”Sheletsoutalongermoan,herbreathhitchingfasternow.

“Verygood,Mabel.You'reabsolutelyperfect.Nowgotosleep.Goodnight.”

Ihangupthephonebeforeshehasachancetorespondandleanbackintothesofa,satisfiedatlast.

Shebelongstome.

ChapterSEVEN

Mabel

ThephonecutsoutandI'mleftstunnedandshudderingallatonce.MyhandisbetweenmythighsandI
can'tstopswirlingthroughmydrippingfoldsthatareclamoringforrelief.Butitseemssowrongtobe
doingthisaloneandworse,formyboss.

DidheintentionallybringmetothepinnacleoforgasmthenabandonmebeforeIcouldgetoff?Ordidhe
suddenlyrealizewhohewasplayingwithandhangup?Notwantingtocontinuewithsomethingastaboo
aslisteningtohissecretarycome.Orperhapshehitspeeddialwronglyonhisphone.

Ohgod.Ohshit.

Iyankmytopdownandmybottomsupandflopdownonthemattress.HowwillIevenfacehiminthe
morning?Mycheeksareburningbutnowherenearashotasmyclitthat'spulsatingenergeticallywith
throbsofhunger.Ineedtobetouched.

Iswhatwejustdidwhattheymeanbyphonesex?I'veneverbeenwithamanthatbroughtmeoffviacell.
Idon'tdatethosekindofmen.I'mnotthatgirlthatguyslikethathiton.Theconfidenthotguyswiththe
rocketabsandbrushedbackhair.Withfulllipsthatcrashdownandclaimyou.

LikeDarcy.

TheonlyguysI'vedatedbeforeSamwereanaccountantwhothoughtmebeingontopwaskinkyandaguy
thatworkedatanathleticstorebutreallydidn'thavethebodytogowithhischosenprofession.Then
Sam,whotriedhardtobekinkyandoftenaskedmetohaveathreesome.Thenwentaheadanddidit,only
withoutmethere.

Theagonizedthrobbingbetweenmylegsisnotlettingupatall,withshiversofelectricsparksrushingat
mycore.Damn,ifonlyDarcywereherewithmerightnow.IfonlyI'dgonethroughwiththedesiretopull
himuptomyroom.IfonlyIhadn’tinvitedWenovertodrownmysorrowswith,neverdreamingMr
Eglintonwoulddrivemehome.Orcomethatclosetokissingme.

“Omigodyouhadtwoguysfightingoveryourightinfrontofyourdesk?”she'dwhoopedwhenItoldher
whathappenedintheofficerightbeforeweleft.

“No,itwasn'tatalllikethat.Samwasbeingadick.AndDarcyEglinton'smyboss.”

“Iknow.Andwhatahotone.Yousaidhewasababe,butholyshitI'dliketotakethatoneforatestdrive
justforhalfanhour.Inthatcareven.”

“Jesus,Wen,I'mtryingtobeserioushere.”

ButIwaslaughing.Itwastrue.Darcywasthemostgorgeous,deliciousthingever.Thekindofman
whosephotographyou'redriventolick.

“Hetotallywantsyou,”shesaid,matteroffactly,asonlyacomputernerdcanbe.

“Hedoesnot.Ohgod,Iwon'tbeabletolookathimwithoutturningfirehydrantredtomorrow.”Well,that
wasadefinitenow.

“Yep.Hedoes.”Wennodded.“Youdidn’tseehowhewaslookingatyou.Ithoughthewasgonnaeatyou
upbigbadwolfstyle.”

“NotthefairytaleIhadinmind.”

“Youknowwhatyourproblemis,Mabel?”

“No,butIguessyou'regonnatellme.”

“Youdon'trateyourself.It'snicethatyouaren’toneofthosegirlswho'sall'I'msopretty'andstuff,but
youdon'trealizehowhotyouare.Ifyoudid,maybeyouwouldn’tendupwithguysthattreatyoulike
crap.”

“YoumeanDarcy?”

“ImeanSam.Whatanasshat.”

“Obviouslyhe'sthesignthatI'mdestinedtobeawrinkledoldspinster.”

“Yeah,obviously.”

WegotthroughthebottleofwineshebroughtwhileIfilledherinonwhathadhappenedinMexico,
beyondthebareoutlinesI'dsentWhatsApp.ButthewholeeveningIhadmybossinthebackofmymind.
Iwasstilldroolingandobsessingoverthesignificanceofthosetwooccasions-thelipsuckinthe
elevatorandthenear-kissbyhiscar.Icamebackfromvacationandeverythingchangedbetweenus.Or
wasitjustoutintheopennow?

IpulledoutthedutyfreetequilaandwegotthroughacoupleofshotsbeforeWenrecalleditwasaschool
nightandwenthomeslightlytheworseforwobbles.

Thecombinationofdroolingimaginationandfiercetequilamusthavebeenthereasonformysudden
lapseingoodjudgmentwhenDarcycalled.Iwouldneverhavegotonmykneesandtouchedmyselffor
myboss,oranyoneelse,withoutthatstimulation.

ExceptI'mstonesobernowandthefangirllusthasturnedintofullblownravagingdesiretobetouched
andtakenasonlyDarcyEglintonknowshow.TheinstanthesuckedmylipbetweenhisIknewhewasa
manthatknowshowtomanageawoman.Thewayhespoketomeonthephone,thoseordershegaveme
werethehottestthingI'veeverdone.MybossmakesmedounusualthingsthatIwouldnevernormallydo.
AndIwantmore.

*

Darcydoesn’tcomeintotheofficeuntilafterlunch.Ashestridespastmydeskwithabriefgreeting,my
heartgivesaleaplikethecowoverthemoon.Ishegoingtosayanythingaboutlastnight?

Ofcoursenot.Iknowmybossandherarelysaysagreatdealaboutanything.He'snotgoingtoownupto
callingthewrongnumber.Itwouldonlyembarrassusboth.Betterwekeepcalmandcarryon,astheysay.
Ifonlymybodywasn’tsendingoutsmokesignalsabouttheurgentneedtofeelhishandsonme,thatare
abouttoigniteandburstintoflame.

“Mabel,comeinhereplease.”

MyheartdancesagoddamnIrishjigwhenhisvoicecomesacrosstheintercom.Justthesoundofhim,
detached,ontheendofalinesomewhereelsebutjustassensualandprovocativeasthoughhewereright
besideme.Istandupandbrushdownmyskirt,tryingtocomposemyself.Relaxingdeepbreathsdo
absolutelynothingforthewaymychestfeelslikepeopleareplayingskittlesinside.Onelastinhalation
andIsteparoundmydeskandopenMrEglinton'sdoor.

AndIhavetoclutchthehandleamomenttoolongbecausemykneesaresettobuckleunderme.Helooks
sodivinesittingbehindhishugedesk.Likehe'sageneralincommandofabattlefield.

Ohgod,whatthehelliswrongwithme?

“Youhaveyourfouro'clockwithClydesdaletoday,”Iannounceinmybesthas-it-all-one-hundred
percent-togethervoice.

“Damn.TheWillerbycontractishere.It'scomplexandneedsreworkingcompletely,”hesayswithout
lookingup.

Okay,sohealsoisactinglikenothinghappenedlastnight.Justkeepbreathinggirl.

“Icantakecareofthat.Idon'tmindstayinglateifnecessary.”

“You'reanangel,”hesays.

Hiseyestravelupme,stillstandingbetweenthedoorandthechairacrossfromhisdeskIwould
normallyperchon.HeknowsIwanttorun.Icanseeinhiseyesthathecanreadeverysinglequiver
runningthroughmythighs.Andthen,shit,mycheeksheatupandIknowtheymustbeasbrightas
lighthousebeaconsflashingoutthroughastormbecauseDarcy'ssmileturnsupononesideashiseyes
delveintomeandImayaswellbestandingtherecompletelynaked.

ChapterEIGHT

Darcy

EverylastsliceofwillpowerIhadworkeduptodealwiththisdayvanishesthemomentIseeMabel
standingontheothersideofmydeskanddetectherlegsquakeslightlyintheheels,justthatbithigher
thannormal.Herskirtisalsoalittleshorterandtighter,herblousethesame.

I'dliketothankherfortakingthetimetodressforme.Prettysoonshe'llbeundressingformeaswell.I
knowthatnow.There'snopointtryingtoresisther.Sheistoodelectableandmycockneedstobe
poundingdeepinsideher,secretaryornot.

“Comehere,”Itellher.

“Sir?”

Shemovesquicklythen,beforemyeyerolltellshernottoactcoyly.Shesitsathernormalplace,onthe
edgeofthevisitorchair.Iknowwhatshewants.AndIwanthertoknowthatIplantogiveittoher.

Everything.

“Didyoutouchyourself?”Idemandtoknow.

Sheopenshermouth,abouttoquestionmethenchangeshermindandshakesherheadno.Hereyeslower
tothegroundashercolorrisesintohercheeksagain.

“Lookatme,”Icommandandasusual,hereyessnaptomyface.Ipinthemthere,stapledtomineeven
whiletheystruggleagainstthebond.

“Honestly?”Idemandtoknow.

“Yes.Ineverlietoyou,Sir.”

“That'sgood.Soyoumustbeverytense.”

Shestaresatmethen,dumbfoundedbutIcanseethedesireinherpinkflushrisingfasterthanthe
embarrassment.Shefeelslikeshehastobeagoodgirlandbehaveappropriately.Meanwhileherbodyis
strainingattheleash,demandingtorunwild.Igetupandwalkaroundtotheothersideofthedeskwhere
Ileanagainstthelacqueredwoodbarelytwofeetinfrontofher.

“Takethemoff.”

“Please,Sir.”

“Mabel,Idon'twanttohavetorepeateverythingItellyoutodoforme.Removeyourpanties.Now.”

“Someonemightcomein,”shemewls.Whichisfarmoreofanindicationofwillingness.

“Sowhat?”

Hereyesstarewithhorror,wonderingwhetherI’dallowhertobeexposedtootherpeople.

“Youknowaswellasmethatnoonewillentermyofficewithoutyourapproval.Andyouaren'tatyour
desk.”

“I-”

“Off.Now.”

Hergorgeouslipssqueezeandworkthemselvestogetherinafrenzyoflustandfear.Butshestartstohike
herskirtslowlyupherlegs.Hergazedartsdownasthoughirresistiblydrawntomydickandshefindsit
pummelingatmypants,bulginginarageofhungerforherwetpussy.

“Lookatme,”Icommandher.

ShecanhavemydickbutnotuntilI'vefinishedwithher.

Herhosearethosethickblackones,butwithasheenandI'mgratifiedthatthey'rethehold-upkind,
elasticatedatthetop.Herskirtcomesoverthelacytopsandhersoftfleshisexposed.She'sshakingquite
visiblynow,heremotionsallovertheplaceasthesoftpinkofherpantiescomesintoview.Icanthold
backasmilespreadingacrossmyfacewhenIseethey'realreadydrenchedwiththejuicesI'mdesperate
tolapatandscoopupwithmytongue.

Ireturnmygazetomeethersandraisemyeyebrows.

“Off.”

Sheattemptstoliftherhipsandremovethemoutsidemyviewbutit'stoodifficultwhileseated.Shehas
nooptionandshakilyrisestoherfeet.Withmyeyesholdinghersstapled,shedragstheskirttoherhips,
hooksherfingersintoherunderwearandquicklypullsthemdownherthighswithanenticingwriggle.

Fuck,sheisthemostdeliciouswomanIhaveeverseen.HowdidImissthewillingness,thefireinMabel
alongwithherinnocentsexiness?Imustbeablindidiot.

Sheshimmiesherunderweartoherkneesandtheydroptotheflooraroundherheels.Thenshestepsout
daintilywithabrazenflareofherpupilsthatsetsmybloodsurgingalmostasmuchasthepinkclitI
caughtaglimpseofpulsatingbetweenherbarelips.

Ineedanothersightofthatperfectlittleslitbutherskirtisbackatherthighs.Icasuallybenddown,still
recliningagainstmydesk,toreachfortheslipoflaceandsatinonthecarpet.Thesweetaromaofhercunt
fillsmynostrilsandsendsmeintoadeliriumlikeamaninhalingacrackpipe.

“Youdon'tunderstandhowmuchIneedyou,”IgritoutwhenIreturntostandingstillreelingfromthe
scentofher.

“Iknowyouappreciatemywork,”shemurmurs.

“I'mnottalkingaboutfuckingwork,”Ibark,makingherstartlejustalittle.

Ireachmyhandaroundthebackofherhead,daggeringmyhardfingersthroughhersilkyhairanddraw
hertowardme.KnowingherpussyisbareunderheroutfitisanarcoticfixIneedsatiated.

“Ineedyoulikeamanneedsawoman,Ineedtoownyoucompletely.Ineedtotasteyouonmylips.”

Shedrawsasharpbreaththatmakeshersplendidtitsheave.Ittakesanenormouseffortnottoripevery
buttononhershirtandseethosegorgeousmoundsfallfree.

Withmyhandstillholdingherpinned,immovableatthebackofherneck,theotherhandreachesaround
tocupherass.Sheletsoutalittlegaspofsurprisebutoffersnoresistancetomesqueezingthedeletable
fleshIcan'twaittohavebareandburningundermypalm.

Fuck,shefeelsgood.

Justfillingmyhandswithhercurveshasmyballstightandmycockstraininginmypants.Islipmyhand
downandunderthefabricandpalmhertenderbuttock,squeezingandmoundingthenakedcheek.Then
pullherclosersoherhipscrashagainstmypelvis,herlittlepinkslitgrazingagainsttheroughwoolofmy
pantsandtherougherwoodsmashingupagainstthezipper.

Myfingersgrindherasscheekharder,thetipsperilouslyclosetohercrack.AsIsqueeze,thechasm
opensandherjuicerunsdownherthighandovermyhand.Sofuckingdelicious.

Myballsareheavingtighterwiththeneedtoplungemydickintoherheatedtunnel,butIholdback.Ineed
hertosurrenderherentirebeingtomebeforeIgivehermine.Ican'tevenbegintodescribeallthethingsI
wanttodotothisunbelievablebody.HowIwanttotakeitandmakeitmine.

Onlymine.Nootherfuckerwillevertouchherorevenlookather.Everagain.

Herbreathisfallingfastacrossmylipasshepantsoutbreathsofneed.Hertitsgoupanddowninviting
metocrushtheminmypalms.Iopenmymouthandtugherlipintomine,lightly.Atfirst.Myhand
unloosesitstightgrasponherassandslidesaroundthecurveofherhip.

Ipressmyselfbetweenherthighs,lessthananinchfromhersweetheat.Sheshuddersandswallows
downheranticipation.ThenIstrokeonfingeralongthelengthofherbulgingslitandshecomesundone.

ChapterNINE

Mabel

Whenmybossswipesafingeracrossmyagonizedclit,Igrabathisshoulders,sobroadandpowerful
beneaththeexquisitesmoothcottonfabricofhisshirt.Sofine,Ialmostfeelhisskin,theundulationofhis
musclerightundermyfingers.

TheairhasflownfromtheroommakingmehaulateverybreathasIshudderbeneathhisagilefingers
swirlingcirclesaroundthepointhe'savoidingandthatI'mdesperateforhimtotouch.

“Please,”Ipushout.

Hisfingersgripthebackofmyneckanddaggerintomyhair,asthoughhe'sabouttouseitasaropeto
dragmeintohislair.Hedoestugme,butclosertothesolidbulgeinhispants.Sotheswellatmypubis
rubsagainstthehotandhardpulsation,causingmetoquakeevenmore.

SuddenlyMrEglintonspinsusaroundsoI'mshovedupagainstthedesk,nowcagedinbyhissolidbulk.
Whiteshardslikefar-offlightning,passthroughmythighsandIpullhimagainstme,clawingathisshirt
enoughtoriptearsinthefinematerial.

“Heelsonthedesk,”heordersandIgaspwithstunnedsurprise.

Icannotignoretheflexingofhisjaw,informingmeI'dbetternoteventhinkaboutrefusinghim.

ButIhaveto.Ioughtto.ThisisinsanebutI'mdrivenbysomeinnerforcetellingmetodoexactlyashe
wants.

“Ineedtoseeyouopenandvulnerabletome,”hegritsout.“Ineedtoseeyourperfectpussyallpinkand
wet,throbbingwithneedformycockshovinginsideyou.”

Ohmygod.Noonehaseverspokentomewithsuchfilthywords,letalonemybossandIfeelagushof
liquidfloodoutofme,makingmeevenwetter.

Iwanttosayno.Ihavetorefuse.ButIcan't.

Iliftoneleguntilmyheelreachestheedge.IhavetoleavegoofDarcyandreachmypalmsbehind,
leaningbackenoughtoallowthespacefortheextrafourinchesofmyshoe.Mybosstravelshisgaze
downtheinsideofmythightowardmystretchedslit.

“Theotheroneaswell,”herasps.

Hiseyesarehoodedwithravenouslustashelooksatmypartedpussylips.Atlasthe'sbeginningtolose
hisselfcontrol,althoughnowherenearasmuchasIam.I'mnakedandexposedtohim,stretchedacross
hisdeskwhilehe'sfullyclothedandgazingonmybarepussymouth.OrwillbeifIlifttheotherfoot.

Ifalterthen,consideringthepossibilityofunhookingtheshoestoremovethem.It'sastrainwiththeextra
heightoftheheels.Ihavetoleanbackandexposemoreofmymostprivatearea.Myeyesflytohis,
beggingforhelpintakingofftheshoes.ButIfindhimrigidinhiscommandthatIopenup.Heclearly
wantsmespreadaswideopenaspossibleforhim,laidoutonhisdeskforhimtodrinkuplikeoneofhis
artworksonagallerypedestal.

Veryslowly,Ileanalittlefurtherbackanddoashesays.Thegruntheletsoutasmypinkcrevasse
unfoldsisoneofpureanimalisticdesire.Raw,almostferal.Theextentofhisappreciationimpartsablast
ofconfidenceandIleanfurtherandopenmythighstothefullestextent.

Thecombinationofhumiliationandpowerisintoxicating.Mypussyisglisteningwithreadinessforhis
dickburyinginsideme.

“Youaresofuckinghotandsexy,MissTrellis.I'mgoingtofuckyousohardyou'llbelimpingonboth
legsandwillhavealotofexplainingtodotothedoctor.Butnotyet.”

Iletoutamoanoffrustration.Idon’twanttowaitasecondmore.HeleftmedrippinglastnightandI've
enduredagoniesofneedforreliefeversince.

Hestepsincloseandpressesafingeragainstmymouthtoquietmyobjections.Themuskysweetscentof
myownsexfillsmynostrils.LikeanaughtylittleslutIopenmymouthandsuckhisfingerinsidelikeI'm
starving.HishandthreadsintomyhairtogripthebackofmyheadwhileIclasphisthickforearmtohold
himinmymouth.

Whenheslipshisfingeroutofme,hetravelsdowntoclampahandaroundmyinnerthigh.Hispalmruns
upthelength,andhecannotfailtofeelhowItrembleunderhistouch.Heholdsmygazehypnotizedashe
slidesintomyslickfoldsandIrepressashriekandclutchathisbicep.NotingevenasIlosemymind
howhugeandharditis.

Withonehandstillsupportingmyweight,Idragandclawhimcloserrightashethrustshisfingerintomy
tighthole.MyeyessqueezetightasIthrowbackmyheadagainsttheexquisiteagonyofhimstretchingmy
tunnelandshovinganotherfingerintome.

“Lookatme,”hedemands,asusual.

Iopenmyeyesandgaspatbreathashepoundsintomyhole,histhumbstrummingagainstmyprodding
littletriangle.I'mabouttoloseitalready,sotensefromlastnight,eagerforreleaseandhisexpertcaress.

“Darcy,”Imoan.

“Sir,”hecorrectsme.

“Yes,Sir.”

“ComeformeMaBelleMabel.”

Therushofsensationisoverwhelmingasitmovesupfrommytoestogatherinmypussy.

“I'mgoingto-”

Thesharpraponthedoorsendstheclimaxflyingstraightbacktomyfeet.IleapbackasDarcysmoothly
extractshisfingersfrommyhole.

“Darce,youinthere?”

Irecognizetheownerofthevoice,SimonSalmon,hispartner.Ohshit.

Darcy'seyescatchmineandtheglintisinfectious.Hegrinshisenigmaticsmileashelapshisfingers,
lickingoffthetasteofme.

Ashewalksacrosstothedoor,heslidesmyunderwearintothepocketofhispants.

“Comeonin,Man,”hetellsSimon,likewewerejusttakinganinnocentletterorsomething.

ImanagedtogetmyskirtsmootheddownbeforeheopenedthedoorbutIhavenounderwearonandmy
thighsaresoakedandstickyasIstandupstraightfrommysprawlacrossMrEglinton'sdesk.

Eventhoughhehadtwofingersburieduptotheknuckleinsidemypussy,Istillhaveahardtimereferring
tohimasDarcyallthetime.AndIwonderwhetherSimoncandetectthesexualtensionintheroom,orthe
aroma.

Hesaysnothinghoweveranddoesn’tevengivemethesideeye.

“That'llbeallfornow,Mabel.Bringuscoffeewouldyou.”

“Ofcourse,”Isay,allbusinessasusualifyoudon'tcountthesqueakinmyvoice.

Icoveritwithalightcoughasthoughclearingmythroatandheadforthedoortoleavetheroom.

“OhMabel,Ihavemyfouro’clocksoIneedyoutofinishtheWillerbycontractbeforeyouleave.It'll
needmysignaturebeforeitgoesoutovernight.”

“Yesofcourse,Sir.”

AsIpullthedoorshutonthem,thefeelingofairontheslicknessbetweenmyinnerthighshasme
shudderingandtinglingthrougheverycellofmywobblybody.

ChapterTEN

Darcy

I'mgladtogetoutofmyofficeandawayfromMabeltherestoftheday.Thewomanisdrivingmeintoa
stateofdeliriumlikeI'veneverknown.Herbodymakesmybloodsurgeinmyveinslikeafloodingriver.
Iwanteverypartofher.Allatonce.Iwantherinmyhands,inmymouthandimpaledonmydickwithher
exquisitetitsbouncinginfrontofme.

cravingtoslamintohertightpussy,whileittwitchedaroundmythrust,tuggingmedeeperinasher
succulentnectarfloweddownmyfingerswasmorethanIcouldstand.Iwasonthepointofthrowingher
backacrossthedesk,havingherspreadeagledatallfourcornerswhileIslammedintoherlikea
jackhammer.

“Getdownyoubastard.”

Justthinkingofherglisteningpinkpussyturnsthefuckerintofullonbatteringram.

TheWillerbymeetingdoesn'tgowell.Morethanonce,AntonWillerbyaskswhetherI'mwithhim.

“Youseemlikeyou'reoffwiththefairies,oldboy.”heuttersinhispeculiarclippedaccentthatI'mtold
comesfromaneducationatanexpensiveschool.Iwouldn'tknow.

“Consideringmyoptions,”Itellhim.

IleavegoofMabel'sunderwearstilltuckedinmypantspocketandsteeplemyfingerssohethinksI'm
focusedonthedeal.Icandothisdealwithmyeyesclosedandmybrainelsewhere.Butit'seasier
withoutthedistractionofimagesofMabelarisingfromherpantiesinmypocket.

I'mgoingtohavetoworkharder,whentheonlythingfillingeverycornerofmymindisMabel'sdecadent
curves.OnlyyesterdayIwaswonderinghowI'dnevernoticedherbarelyhiddensexyallurebeforenow
butnowIknowI'vealwaysharboredadesireforMabel.Ijustdidn'tdeserveher.

IcanbuywhateverIwantexceptawoman'sgenuineaffection.AndMabelwouldneverwantamanlike
me,notforkeeps.Iwouldneverhavedreamedherbodywouldrespondtomydominancewithsucheager
pleasure.She'salwayskeptpacewithprofessionalefficiencyandbeenherownwoman.Ispendthe
afternoonconsideringthechangeinMabelfrommyorganizedsecretarywhohaseverythingundercontrol,

intoapliant,willingsextoy.

“Ineedthatcontractsignedtonight,”IbarkintomycellassoonasIexitthemeeting.Ican'tignorehow
desperateIamtocallMabelandhearherkittenvoiceinmyear.

“Iknow,Sir,”shepurrs.“I'mnearlydoneandI'llmessengeritovertoyou.”

“No,”Ibark.“It'shighlyconfidential.Youneedtobringitinperson.I'llbeathome.”

“Athome,Sir?”shequestions.

Everycellinmybodyprickles.

“Yes.Youdoremembertheaddress?”

“Ofcourse.Yes,Sir.I'llbethereinanhour.”

Icaneasilypictureherbewilderment.WonderingwhyIwantherinmypenthouse,mybedroom.WhatI
plantodotoherandwhatwillhappennext.

Itkeepsmegrinningallthewayhome.Butthebestimageisofherbattlingthroughrushhourcrowds
withoutherunderwearon.

“I'mexpectingmysecretarytoshowup.”Ispeakintothephonethatconnectsmedirecttothefrontdeskof
mybuilding.“Whenshearrives,sendhertothegarage.”

“Yes,Sir.”

Beforeheadingdown,Itossmyjacketandtiebutdon'tbotherwithachangeofshirt.Mabelneedstosee
meinmycustomarydisguiseasherboss.I'vebeenworkingforawhilewhenthedingoftheelevator
interruptsmefromthereverieofmanuallabor.Shestepsoutandstopsrightontheothersideofthedoor,
hermouthaperfectcircleofsurprise.

“I'msorryI'mlate,Sir,”shegaspsinherbreathytoneratherthanhercompetentsecretarytone,which
makesmegladthatshe'srenderednearlyspeechless.

Sheclearlydidn'texpecttofindmeuptomyelbowsingreasebeneaththehoodofacar.

“Whathappened?”

“I-er.”

Icanseeshe'sconsideringafabricationandmyjawhardens.Iwantherreal.Completelyrealwithmeat
alltimes.

“ItwasSam,Sir.”

“Theboyfriend?”Thenamealmostblowsafuseinmybrain.

“Myex,Sir.”

“Ifhe'sex,whydoeshemakeyoulateforme?”

IcannotfathomwhyI'mactinglikeapossessivedoucheoverMabelbuttheideashecouldslipawayis
intolerable.Itgivesmeajoltofadrenalintohearhe'sexedoutofthepicture.Shebelongstomenow.

“He,it'snothing.It'sover.HetreatedmebadlyinMexico.Cheatedonme,ifthat'snotTMI.Ifitis,I'm
sorry.”

“Therecanneverbetoomuchinformationwhenitcomestoyou.Iwanttoknoweverythingaboutyou.”

Hereyelidsflutterinconcertwiththeslightblushonhercheeksthatmakesherevenmorebeautiful.Good
enoughtoravagerighthere.

“You'refullofsurprises,Sir.WouldyoulikemetocallamechanicfortheOnyx?”

“I'mamechanic.”

Hereyesfillwithdoubt,thenhumor.

“Youfindthatfunny?”

“No,just–unexpected.”

“BecauseIwearasuit,Ihavetokeepmyfingernailsmanicured?”

“Thatwouldlikelyfittheprofile,”shequips.

Ilovehersass.ItwillbeallthemoresweetwhenIpunishherforit.

“Myfatherwasamechanic.”

“Heownedagarage?”

“Heneverownedafuckingpottopissin,”Isnarl,forcingtheimageoftheoldmanandhisbeltfrommy
head.“Hewasamechanicandhetaughtmehowtobeone.TellingmeI'dneverbeanybetterthanhim.I
stillliketotakecareofmybabiesmyself.Stressrelief.”

ThelookIgiveherhashercheekspinkeningupagainandI'mdrivenwiththeurgetoseeherroundass
globeswiththesameperfectshade.Thethoughtoftheexhangingaroundherforthesecondtimeinas
manydaysstillhasmybloodboiling.HowcouldhetreatanangellikeMabelwithdisrespect?

“IfyouweremineIwouldnevertakeyoutosometackytouristresort.”

“IdoubtI'dcatchyoubangingthemasseuseeither.Sorry,toomuchinfoagain.”

ShehangsherheadandinthatmomentI'dliketowipeawaythehumiliationforher.IfIcrosspathswith
thatfuckeragain,he'llbeonthefloorfromthefacefistingI'llgivehimforhurtingher.

“YoudeservetorelaxatabeautifulvillaliketheprivateislandMarlonBrandoowned.”

“OhmigodcanyouimaginehowoutofplaceI'dlooksomewherelikethat?I'mnotoneofthose
supermodeltypes.”

Hereyesscourmyface,seekingaflickerofresponse.Surethatalongwithmypolishedfingernails,I'ma
clichéwhenitcomestodating.

“I'mnotthatfancy,”sheadds.“I'dbejustashappywithashackonthebeachatMontauk.”

“Withagreasycarmechanic?”

“Iloveamanwhoworkswithhishandsandknowshowtofixthings.”

She'sstilltoofaraway,keepingherdistanceincaseIgrabherwithmyfilthyhandsanddevourherthe
wayIwanttorightnow.Butherchestisrisingandfallinghard,evenbeneathherwintercoat,soIknow
she'sstartingtounravelintolust.Andtheknowledgethatshe'sstandinginmygaragewithouther
underwearwhichisstillinmypockethasmereadytoexplodeateveryseam.Icanbarelycontainthe
needtopossessherfinally.

ChapterELEVEN

Mabel

Ijustspilledmydirtylaundrytomybossandalsoknowmoreabouthimpersonallynow,thanIeverhave.
ItfeelsweirdtobehavingthiskindofcasualconversationwithDarcy,butalsoreallynatural.LikeI
couldtalktohimaboutanythingandhe'dhearmeclearly.

Justbeingthisclosetohim,alone,hasmewetterthanever.Mythighsaresoakedwithoutthepantieshe
kept.Mybosslooksseriouslyhotwithhissleevesrolledup.Displayingapairofthicksolidforearmsall
smearedwithblackgrease.It'sawholesideofhimthathasmelustingbigtime.

Butthefactthathe'sintheparkinggaragemeanshedoesn'twantmeinhisapartment.HeknewIwas
comingby,soifhewantedmeasmuchasheclaims,surelyhewouldn’tbeworkingonhiscar.

“Ihavethecontracthere.”Imutter,suddenlyfeelingawkwardandflushed.

Helooksdownatthishandsthenslipsoneintohispockettoretrievemypantiesthatarestillthere.He
wipesoffhisfingersonmyunderwear,leavingmeflabbergasted.NowI'llhavetogetonthesubwaybutt
nakedwhenIleavehere.

HestretchesoutahandforthefilefolderI'mholding.Ihavetomovetowardhim.

Closer.

Closeenoughtohandhimthework.AsItakeastep,mykneesthreatentogiveway.Exactlyhowcanitbe
sostiflinghotinanundergroundparkinggarageinthemiddleofwinter?

Christ,getittogether,Mabel.He'sjustaman.

Hishandremainsextended,hiseyesblazingintomineasImovetowardhimlikeashuttlepodpulledinto
spacebase(oops,toomanysci-fimovieswithWen.)

“Thoseunderwearwereexpensive,”Isay,asIcomecloseenoughtofeeltheheatemanatingfromhis
body.

“I'llbuyyoumore,”hegruffs.

Onemorestepandhisfingersstabintomyhairtocupmyhead.Holdingmefirminhisgrip,hismouth
crashesdownonmine.Thefileslipsoutofmyhandandthepapersconcertinaacrossthegroundbut
Darcydoesn’tstoporevennotice.Histonguemovesexpertlyaroundmymouth,probing,licking,pulling
meinevercloser.Hisfreehandundoesmycoatbuttonsandhepushesitbackovermyshoulderstodrop
tothefloor.

“Anewcoataswell,”heburrsagainstmylips,beforedraggingmymouthintohisagain.

Mytitsarecrushedagainsthischest,solidasaprisongate.Hishandglidesdownovermyhiptoreston
theoutsideofmythighwhilehisfingersyankmyskirtup,up,up.Imoanintohislipsasthefabriccomes
overmyassandI'mcompletelyexposed.

Theaironmydampnessisinvigorating,sendingflickersoflusthighintomychest.Mybossfillshishand
withmyfleshandsqueezeshard.Soharditalmosthurts,hurtsenoughtosendawaveofpleasurethrough
mycore.Shockingmewithitsforce.

Myhandsarealloverhim,relishingthehardswellsofmuscleliketwinedropeandthenIreachforhis
shirtbuttons.ButDarcybatsmyhandawayandtakesastepback.He'sbreathlessbutnotnearlyasmuch
asme,pantingandhitchingforair.

Formore.

Forhim.

“Takeitoff,”hesays,pointingtomyownshirt.

Idoashesays,undoingeachbuttonthenslidingthetopdownmyarmsuntilitpoolsonthegroundontop
ofmycoat.

“Andthebra.”

Ishakemyhead.

“Someonemightcome.”

“Takeitoff.”

Ifeelcompelledtoobeyhiscommand.Ican'trefusehim.Ireachbehindandunhookthebra,thendropit
too,brazenlytothefloor.Darcy'seyessearintomybreasts,lappingthemupwithallhisappreciationI
enjoy,makingmefeeldesirableagain.

Thismanwantsme.Hisdickisstraininginhispantsforme.Ialmostdon'tcarethatwe'restandingina
publicparkinglotandanyonecouldcomeoutoftheelevatorwithnowarning.Maybetherearecameras
andthatsurlyconciergeatthefrontdeskiswatching.

Idon’tcare.AllIcareaboutisthatIcan'twaitanylongerformybosstofuckme.Ineedhiminsideme,
stretchingme,forcingmeopenforhim.He'sdrivenmewildforthelasttwentyfourhoursplayingmy
bodylikeafiddleandnowIyearnforreliefwithapainfulintensity.

Hedrinksupmybody,hiseyestrailingfrommytitsdowntomybareslit,mythighsandallthewayback
up.Heextendshishandagain,whichItakeandhehaulsmeintohimsoIcomecrashingintohisrockhard
chestwall.Mybaretitsmashintohisridgesashishandscupmyasscheeksandmyfleshsqueezes
betweenhisfingers.

Ipullhisheaddowntomineandkisshismouthhungrily.Againhepullsawayandturnsmetofaceout
fromhim.Hepullsmeintohimsohischestwalllinesmyback,hisarmwrappingmyribssomytitsare
shelvedandspillingoverhisfilthythickforearm.Hishandsmoothsdownovermytummy,overthe
bunchedupskirtandtracesovermyslit.

Ishudder,pinnedtightinhisarmassparklesflyupmycore.Myclitisbulgingandswollenwithlustfor
moreofhisfingersdelvingintome.Pushinginside,openingmeup.Herubscirclesaroundtheravenous
pointuntilI'mshakinginhishold,moaningandlosingeverycornerofmysoul.

Hisbindaroundmeloosensandhepushesmetobendforward.Lowerandloweruntilmyhandshaveto
reachtocatchmyselfontheedgeofthelow-slungOnyxandI'mataperfectrightangle.Withmyass
cockedhighintheair,mybarebreastsdanglingandswaying.Bentoverbeforehim,Darcy'shugehandis
restingheavyonmybuttmakingmypussyclenchandtwingewithanticipation.

“Someonemight-”Istarttoprotest.

Mybareassandpussymoutharespreadforanyoneemergingfromtheelevatortowitness.Thisiscrazy.
Crazyfuckinggoodbutstill,totalmadness.Butmybodyishungeringforward,insistingthatthere'sno
turningback.Ineedreleaseandnow.

BeforeIfinishprotestingmycompleteexposuretostrangers,mywordsaresuppressedbymysharphitch
ofbreathwhenhishandscomesdownonmytendercheek.ItrytostanduprightandtellhimIamnotagirl
hecanspank,excepthisfreehandisholdingmeproneandIcan'tmoveaninch.

Alsoliquidisnowrunningfreelydownmyinnerthighsfromthewarmsuffusionofpleasurespreading
throughmybody.Myasscheekstingsbutinadeliciouswaythathasmebeggingformore.

Idon'thavetowaitlong.

Darcy'shandcomesdownagainandagain,rainingsharplittleslapsonmybuttthatmakesmewhimper
withthepleasureofpain.Soclose.Hishandsoclosetomypulsatinghole.Thedefinitecravingtobe
spankedacrossmypussyhasmewrithingbeneathhimlikeamadthing.

“Youlikethat,MaBelle?”

Iquiver,gaspingsohardandbitingdownonmylipssoasnottoscreamout,allIcandoisnod
vigorously.ThewayhesaysmynameintheoldFrenchversion–MaBelle–MyPretty-makesevery
poretinglewithneed.

“Good.Youwantmore?”

Inodfiercelyagain.

“Iwantyou.”Iplead.

ChapterTWELVE

Darcy

ShelooksmoretantalizingthananythingIhaveeverseeninmyentirelife.Sofuckinghot,bentovermy
car,baretitshanging,hernakedpussypulsatingeagerlyundermybrutehand.Icouldgazeonherallnight,
likesomeartinapriceygallery.

Exceptsheispriceless.Asweetandpurewomanwithpowerfulemotionsthatruntheentiregamutof
sensation.Andnowshe'smine.Ihadnochoicebuttoclaimhertheinstantshementionedshe'dfinished
withthejerkandthathewastryingtogetherback.

NowIknowI'vealwayswantedherfromthefirsttimeshesteppedintomyofficebutthedesirewas
repressed.Imaybeunworthyofhergoodnessandpuritybutthat'sforhertodecide.Rightnow,she's
beggingformycockandthat'swhatshe'sgetting.

WhenI'mready.

BecauseIintendtotakemysweettime.Enjoyingherwildsideassheletsmespreadhereventhoughshe
believesanyonemaycomeintothegarage.Savoringthebloodrisingfastertoherpalesoftskinwith
everyclapofmyhand.Thevisionofherpinkasscheeksmakesmewanttolickherslitfromendtoend.I
wantallofheratonce.Toflipheroverandbiteherbulginglittleclit.Thenflipherbackaroundandlap
upherambrosiafromholetohole.Lapherjuicesthenshovethemintohertightlittleasshole.Iwillnever
haveenoughofMabel.

“Ineedyou,”shepleads,tryingtoturnherheadtolookatme.

“Whatdoyouneed?”Iask.

Ineedhertoo.Naked.Strippedtotallybareforme.Theskirtaroundherwaistisaseriousimpediment.

“You,”shemewls.“Insideme.Pleaseletmecome.”

“Sopretty,MaBelle.”

Icorkscrewonefingerinsidehertightpussy.Fuck,sheissotight.Andsheimmediatelyclampsdownon
me,tuggingmedeeper,harder.Shepushesdownonherpalmstoarchherbackandgrindandbuckher

pussydownonmythickfinger.Fuck,she'salittlewildcatonceshe'sincited.

Iamsotemptedtotakeoutmysearingdickthat'spoundingitsownwaythroughmypants.Shelooks
incrediblebentovermycarandtherecouldbenothinghotterthanslidingintoherwetpussyandhaving
herhugmyfatgirth.

ButIcanfeelherorgasmrisingthrougheveryinchofhertunnel.She'sthrashingandmoaning,herbody
quiveringonmyfingersasIshoveasecondoneinsideherandpumpherdrippingpussyharder.I'lllether
comebutnotonmycock.Notyet.

“Comeformenow,Mabel.”

Shemoanslouderanditrequiresonlyafewcirclesofherclitandthenanotherramminginherholeto
makehershakethroughariotousclimax.Irideheronmyfingers,pressingagainstherg-spotasshe
screamsoutformore.

Whenshe'sfinished,Iwithdrawmyfingersandraiseherup.Isitonthelowcarandpullherbetweenmy
legs,sittingherononethigh.Delicioushowherpussyjuiceisleakingthroughthewoolofmypantsand
thescentofherclimaxrisesbetweenus.Sofuckingarousing.Mydickisstillrigidwithlustforher
especiallywithherperfectbigtitscrushedagainstmymuscle.

Igiveheralittletasteofherpleasuringfrommyfingersthenstrokeherrelaxedclit,givingher
aftershocksoforgasmthatmakehercurlintomyshoulder.Shemakesacoupleofattemptstopullherskirt
downortrytohidebutIpreventher.Iwanthernaked.IfIcouldkeephernakedinmyoffice,inmybed
permanently,mylifewouldbeideal.

“Ifeelsoexposed,”shemewlsagainstmyneck.

“You'reperfect,”Itellher.

“Butsomeonemightcome.They'llseeme.”
“YouthinkIwouldeverallowanothermantolookatyourbodynowI'veclaimedyouformyself?”

“Butwe'reinapublicgarage,”shewhispers,notwantingtocontradictme.

“Mygarage.”

“Yes,butfilledwithlotsofothercars.”

“Mycars.”

“Allthesebelongtoyou?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.”

IknowI'masassholebutwhatelseamIgonnaspenditon?Ialreadyownaboutahundredorphanagesin
Africaandstuff.

“It'sprettyhardtospendabilliondollarswhenyoukeepearningmore.”

“Icanimagine,”shesays.I'mrelievedtohearnodisdaininhervoice.

“Soyoudon'tthinkI'maspoiltasshole?”

“Notatall.Iknowhowhardyouwork.Youdeserveyourpleasure.”

Whensheusesthatword,hercheeksturnpinkinthatadorableway.

“YoudeserveyourstooandIintendtogiveittoyou.”

IkissheronthelipsandonlythendoIstopswirlingthejuicesinherpussy,lapherupfrommyfingers
lasciviouslyandpickupherclothes.

“Getdressed.I'lltakeyouhome.”

Idon'tmissthesmallpoutthatshequicklyerases.IgettheideashewantstospendthenightnowthatI've
madehermine.I'mrightifthefrownthatreplacesthesulkisanyindicationofwhatshe'sfeeling.

“That'sit?”shesaysasIholdouthercoatforhertoplaceherarmsinto.

“Youwantmorealready?”Ismile.“Greedylittlegirl.”

“Itfeelsweirdgoinghomeafterallthat–passionbetweenus.Whataboutyou?”

“Whataboutme?”

“YouknowwhatImean.”

“IdobutIneedyoutobedirectwithme.Always.”

“Don'tyouwanttogetoff?”shesaysbluntly.

That'smygirl.

“WhatmakesyouthinkIdidn't?”

“I–don'tknow.”

Icloseherdoorandheadaroundtothedriver'sside.

We'rehalfwayacrossthebridgebeforeIspeakagain.HerconfusionisbecomingpainfulforherandI
won'teverbethesourceofanythingthathurtsher.

“Whatdoesyourexwantwithyoueveryday?”Iask.

“Oh,he'sapologizingforwhathappenedinMexico.”

“Whichis?”

ShetellsmeeverythingandIwanttokilltheassholeevenmoreviolentlythanpreviously.Ihatementhat
treatwomenlikethat.It'schildishandbeyondselfishtoinflictthatkindofpain.Especiallyonmydoll.

“AndhewantsmetogooutonValentinesDaysohecanshowhowsorryheis.”

“Right,”Igrit.

Overmyfuckingdeadbody.

“SoDarcyEglintonisaveryaristocraticnameforamechanic'sson,”sheblusters,clearlyembarrassedat
bringingupthebigromancedaywithme.“Ialwaysimaginedyoucamefromahugemansion,Imean.I
don'tknowasmuchaboutyouasIthought.”

“Noyoudon't.”

ShelookshurtbythatsoIhavetoaddsomethingmore.

“Mygrandfatherwasprettywelloff.Butmyoldmanwasadrunkandanabuser.Hisfathercuthimoffso
Iguessyoucansayhewasaninspiration.”

“Maybenegativeinspirationcanbemorepowerful,”shesays.“Ifthat'sallthereis.”

Ican'tbelieveI'vegotthesexiest,purest,sweetestgirlwhoalsohappenstobesmartasastreetscholar.It
makesmewanttokissherwhenwereachhersmallapartmentbuildingandIopenthedoortohelpher
out.

“Goodnightthen,”shesayswhenitbecomesclearthatI'mnotgoingto.

“Goodnight,MaBelle.”

Shelaughslightlyatmycorruptionofhernamethengoesinside.

ChapterTHIRTEEN

Mabel

Idon'tknowwhethertofeelconfusedordelightedbytheincrediblehookupwithDarcy.I'veneverhada
mangivemesomuchpleasureandtakenoneforhimself.Buthesaidhedidgetoff,sowhatthehelldoes
thatmean?

IcallWentoaskherunbiasedoutsideopinionandIcan'tthinkofanyoneelseIwanttosharethiswith.
JustincaseDarcyistoyingwithmeandIhavetofaceabunchofsmugItoldyouso'sforsleepingwith
myboss.Notevensleeping,notevensex,Ilethimusemeasasexdoll.Ishouldn’tfeelsodeliciousbutit
wasthemostdecadentandhottestthingI'veeverdone.Idon’tregretaninstant.Myporesarestill
swellingwiththelusciousnessofwhathedoestome.

Bythemorningthough,I'mfeelingalittlelesssecureabouteverything.Darcydoesn'tallowmetotouch
himorsharehisbodywithme.Hepullsunbelievableexplosionsofpleasurefrommybodybutdoesn’t
permitmetodothesame–ortryto.

Andwhenhe'sdonewithmehedropsmeofflikeawornoutpackofcardsatagamingtable.Ican't
continuegoingintotheofficeasDarcyEglinton'sfucktoy.I'velovedhimforsolongandthatonlymakes
thismoredifficult.

AtextcomesinasI'mrunningoutthedoorandIgrabatmyphone.Hopingit'sonecertainperson.

It'saValentinecard.

Frommybestie,Wen.

ApictureofaMexicansombreroholdingupaplacardthatsays;

Rosesarered

Violetsareblue

Tamalesarehot

Andsoareyou

Itmakesmesmileallthewaytothesubway,knowingthatmyfriendistryingtocheermeupafterbeing
dumpedtheweekbeforethisromanticday.I'vegotnocellserviceduringmyjourneyandit'stoocoldto
replywhenIcomeupfromtheundergroundintomidtown.

Idashtowardtheoffice,desperatetogetinsidethewarmbuildingandseeDarcy'sface.

“Mabel.”Ashoutbehindmehasmewheelingaround.“What'stherush?”
“Sam,whatareyoudoinghere?”

Myheartsinksatthesightofhimyetagain.

“I'mheretosayHappyValentine'sofcourse.”

HehandsmeasinglelongstemrosethatmakesmethinkoftheonesTheBachelorhandsout.Althoughin
thiscase,I'vealreadybeensenthome.

“It'stoolate,”Itellhim.

“It'snevertoolate.Ifyou'lljustcomeoutwithmetonight,letmeexplain.”

“There'snothingyoucansaytochangewhatIsaw.PleaseIhavetogoorI'llbelate.”

SamtriestograbmebutIwrenchmyarmaway.Notbeforehepushesthestalkintomypursesoastonot
beleftstandingwiththerose.

“I'mnotgivinguponus,Mabel,”heshoutsdownthestreetsopeoplestareasIpass,nodoubtwondering
whyI'mbeingsomean.

Iarriveatthepenthouseflooroftheofficefilledwithanticipation.Aswellassometrepidation.Ilovemy
jobandIlovemyboss.Sadlythosetwothingscan'tgotogether.Notnow.I'vebeencompromisedandI
don'tregretitbutIwonderhowI'lleverfindajobasgoodastheoneIhave.

OnceIhavecoffee,Icheckthediaryandmyheartsinks.DarcyhasanalldaymeetingoutinDenver.He
musthaveflownoutonhisjetearlythismorning.Andhewon'tbebackuntilafterofficehours.Ididn't
expecthimtobemyvalentinebutIreallyneedtoseehim.IneedtoknowwhatIamtohimnow.Allthis
isdrivingmetotheedgeofdistraction.

I'msuperbusyalldaybutthetimestilldragswithoutthethrillofseeingDarcy'sgorgeousfacecomingin
oroutofhisoffice.

“MissTrellis?MabelTrellis?”

“Yes,that'sme.”

Ilookuptoseeadeliveryguyholdingamassivebunchofredroses.Thehugeheadedvelvetykind.Sam
reallymeantitwhenhesaidhewasn'tgivingup.

“Thankyou.”Istarttodigaroundinmypurseforatip.

“Overhere,”thedeliveryboysignalstoanothermanwaitingdownthehall.

Hepicksupthebundlewaitingonthedeskandcomestowardme,hisarmsladenwithbeautifulflowers.

“Wait,aretheseallforme?”Iask,inshockandalittleembarrassedthattheotherwomenintheofficeare
lookingoverandpointing.

“Yousurehavealotofadmirers,”Alanasays,walkingpastatthewrongmoment.

“No,theseareallononecard,”thedeliverymansays,“Andit'sallgood,thegratuitywasincluded.”

Mydeskissurroundedsuddenlywithothersecretaries,allclamoringatthesametimetoknowwhosent
metheflowers.DidIgetbacktogetherwiththeex?I'mtoooverwhelmedtospeakandPennyhastohelp
byrunningtothekitchenforextravases.

“Whoaretheyfrom,Mabes?”Pennyasks.

“Shedoesn'tknow.It'sananonymousadmirer.IsityouTrey?”Someoneasksthecopierboy.

“Couldbe.”

“Where'sDarcytoday?”Pennyinquires.

“Out,”Isnap,waytoofast.

“Oh,Ibethehasabunchofcardsinhismailfromallthelovesicksupermodelbillionairehunters.”

“I'dsendhimoneifIthoughtI'dstandachance,”someoneelsequips.

FinallytheyalldriftbacktotheirowndesksandI'mleftsurroundedbythebeautifularomaoftheroses
andliliesthatIknowcamefrommyboss.Samcouldneveraffordallthisandwouldn'tthinkofitifhe
could.

IopenthehugeboxofBelgianchocolatesandhandthemaroundtoeveryone.Darcysenttwoboxes,one
largeandonesmallwithaluxurioussilkbowthat'stoogoodtopullapart.Ijustwanttokeepitlikean
ornamentandlookatitalways.

InoticethattherearedesignershoppingbagspiledupontheleathersofainDarcy'soffice.I'mdyingto
takeapeakbutitseemswrong.Acoupleofthebagsarefromwomen'sstoresandIdon'twanttoimagine
whatI'llfind.Orwhothosearefor.PerhapshehasalistofgiftstobuyforValentineslongerthanat
Christmas,whichIshopforhim.

Iloiteraroundtheofficeaslateaspossible,untileverythingisinabsolutelyperfectorderandIhaveno
excusetowaitlonger.He'snotcomingback.I'llhavetowaituntiltomorrow.Ohwell,atleastIhave
armfulsofflowerstotakehomeandmydeskisstillcoveredbymore.

“Youlittleslut.”

IwhirlaroundonthesidewalkandseeSamredfacedandswayingslightlyfromonebeertoomany.

“Whatareyoudoinghere,Sam?Wesaideverythingwehavetosaythismorning.”

“ItoldyouIwasn'tgivingup.Andhereyou'vebeenlayingitonwithaguiltattackaboutfindingme
cheating,meanwhileyougotyourselfsomeoneelseallalong.”

“Idon'thaveanyone.”

“Youmeantotellmeyousentallthoseflowerstoyourself?”

“Noofcoursenot.HowcouldIeveraffordflowerslikethisinthemiddleofwinterandinNewYork
City?”
“Yeah,meeither.Younailingsomerichfucker?Thatwhyyoutradedmein?”

Hecomesupinmyface,allbelligerentandstinkingofbeerwhichIhatetosmellonamanwhenhe'sin
thatmood.

“Ithinkyou'reprojectingjustabit,Sam.Itwasyouthattradedmeinifyourecall.Andonmyvacation.”

I'mnotgoingtoallowhimtointimidateme,muchashe'sgivingitallhe'sgot.

“Don'ttrytolaytheblameonme.Ialwaysknewyouwereaslutbeneaththattoogoodtobetrueact.”

“Letmego.”

Iwrenchmyarmawayandmyflowersfalltotheground.Samfindsthatexceptionallyfunnyandyanksme
downthestreet,refusingtoletmego.

Wegetaboutthreestepsthroughthecrowdbeforehisheadisthrownbackwardwithasnapandhe
stumblesinreversebeforefallingtothesidewalk.

ChapterFOURTEEN

Darcy

“Keepyourfuckinghandsoffher,”Igritoutattheuglylittlebastardsquirmingatmyfeet.

Iwanttokickhimliterallytothecurbbuthe'stoomuchofascumbagtowreckmyshoeson.Mostly,I
don'twantMabeltowitnessanymoreviolenceonherspecialday.Ialreadyslammedmyfistintothe
dickwad'sjaw,layinghimoutwithawhiplashtoboot.

“IfIseeyouhereagainbotheringMabel,you'regoingtoregretit.”

“Youdon'townthesidewalk,itbelongstothecity,”theasshatyelps.

“AndIownthefuckingcitysostayawayfromher.Justslinkawayanddon'tevercomeback.”

HedoesasItellhimandwedon'tstickaroundtowatch.ItakeMabelbythehandandleadherthrough
thecrowdbacktowardsmybuilding.

“Mylovelyflowers,”shesqueals.

“I'llgetyoumoreflowers,Babe.”

Shecanhavebushelsofflowerseverydayiftheymakeherhappy.

“I'mlate,”Itellherbywayofapology.“ImeanttogetbackhereearlierbuttrafficisabitchandIleftmy
phonechargerathome.”

“Iputabackupinyourcar.”

“Christ,Iforgotthat.”

“DarcyEglinton,billionairesupreme,takendownbyaphonecharger.”

Iwhiparoundandyankherupintomychest.

“YousassmelikethatPrincessandyouknowwhattheconsequenceswillbe.”

Ikissherhardonthelipsandshelaughshappily.Sogoodtohear.Shelovesmyconsequences.

“Wherearewegoing?”shemewls,asIplacemyhandinthelowercurveofherback,rightaboveher
sexyassanddirectherintomyprivateelevator.

BeforeIanswerIclampmyhandsaroundherfaceandcoverhermouthwithmine.Shetakesmehungrily,
openingherlipsandattackingmytongueasferociouslyasminedelvesintoher.It'slikeIhaven’tseenher
foryearsinsteadofnineteenandahalfhours.Everyoneofthemadecade.It'sinsanewhatshedoesto
me.Ican'tthink,Ican'tnegotiate.AllIwanttodoisstriphernakedandbeburiedinsideofher.

Thedoorslidesopenandwestepoutintoadarkenedoffice,illuminatedonlybytheoverheadnightlights.

“Everyoneleftearlytonight.”Isay,asIleadherbythehandtowardsourworkspace.

“It'sValentine's,”shewhispers,almostrunningtokeepup.Islowmypace,stillfiredonadrenalinathow
thatdouchewasactingthebullywithher.

Ican'tstandmenthatpushwomenaroundlikethat.Weakandpowerless.

“Iknow.Whyaren’tyoudressed?”

“Iamdressed.”

“Letmesee.”

“Idon'tunderstand.”

“Undoyourcoat.”

ShedoesasItellher,unbuttoninghercoatuntilitfallsopen.Shehasherusualskirtandblousecomboon
underneath.

“Naughtygirl,”Ishakemyheadandgiveherafilthygrinsosheknows.“I'mgoingtohavetopunishyou
formakinguslate.”

We'restandinginmyofficewithonlythelamponmytablelightingtheroom.

“DidyounotseethegiftsIleftforyou?”

IindicatethepurchasesIhadsentover,amusingmyselfontheplanejourneybuyingthethingsonlinethatI
wantedtoseeherinwhenIcameback.

“Isawthem,but-”

“Babewhyhaven’tyouopenedanythinganddressedhowIwantyou?

“Iwouldneverassumethosewereforme.”

“Whoelsewouldtheybefor?”

Sheopenshermouthtoreplythenseemstothinkbetterofit.SomuchgoingoninsideMabelthatsheisn’t
tellingmeyet.ThenagainIhaven’ttoldherhowmuchImissedhertoday.

Allfuckingday.

AndIkickedmyselfbecauseitwouldhavebeenperfectlyacceptabletobringheralong.Asmysecretary
shecangoanywherewithme,evenbeinmybedroomatlatehoursandnoonewouldthinkmuchofit.Not
thatIcarewhatanyonethinksbutIgetthefeelingmyMabelhasprinciples.

“Openthemnow,”Itellher.

Shestepsforwardtopickupthefirstshoppingbaglikeit'sabombthatmightblowupinherface.

“Wait,”Iorderandshejumpsback.

“Takeallyourclothesofffirst.”

“What?”

“YouheardmeMabel.Strip.”

Iseethetormentpassacrossherfeatures,thinkingsheoughttorefuselikeagoodgirl.ThenshedoesasI
said.Undoingthebuttonsofherblouseanddroppingittothefloor,thentheskirtuntilshe'sstandinginher
underwearandthosethickhosethataregoinginthegarbagerightnow.

MyheartratehaspickedupnoticeablyasIwatchherstripforme.Mywoodisasolidpoleofhunger
whensheundoesherbraandhergreattitstumblefree.

“Perfect,”Igroan.

“CanIstop,please?”shemewlsandIshootheralookofdisappointment.

Howcanshedenymehersweetestcenter.Herperfectlittlepussy.

“Panties,”Ibark.“Now.”

Sheisn’tfoolingmeforasecondwiththereluctance.Herbigpinknippleshavetightenedintohardbuds
ofeagernessthatIknowshewantsmetolickandnip.

Sheslidesherpantiesdownherthighstoherkneesandletsthemdroptothefloor.

“Areyouwet?”Icroak,thehungerinmyvoicebarelycontained.

I'mdesperatetoravageherprettylittleslitandmoundherswollentitsinmyfists.Mygirlsuddenlygetsa
wantonsmirkcomeoverherplumplittlemouth.Sheslidesherfingersintoherpussyandbringsthemout
shimmeringthenoffersmeataste.

Ikisseachofhershimmeringwettips.

“NowIwantatasteofyoudirectlybeforeyougetdressed.”

Isinkonmythighsandbringmyfacecloseenoughtoherstosmellthescentofherarousal.FeelinglikeI
couldworshipatthecentralaltarofMabelfortherestofmydays,Ipullherlipsopenandlickthelength
ofherengorgedtriangle.Sheshakesandfistsherfingersinmyhair.

“Ohgod,”shemoansasIbiteherclitandshovemyfingersinsideherdrippinghole.

Ipullherdownontomylapwithmyfingersstillfillingherpussy,thencuphertitandshoveituptomy
lipstosuckhernipplehardenoughtomakehersqueal.Sheknowsbetterthantoripatmyclothesor
attempttoundressme.MyMabelhasalreadylearnedthatshemustsubmittomeandtakewhatIgiveher.

AndIloveherlikethis,completelynaked,herjuicespouringoutofherallovermyexpensivesuit.
MarkingmeoutasherterritorywhileIgivehermorepleasurethanshe'severknown.She'sso
responsive,it'scrazy-makingandherdesireforme,hernectardrippingfrommyhandismorethanIcan
take.

Ican'tcontroltheferociousneedtofuckmysecretary,Ineedtospreadherpussymouthandplungemy
dicksofarintohershe'llbelimpingfortherestofherlife.

OnceIbringhertotheveryedgeofherorgasm,Ireachbehindmetothelargestoftheboxesonthesofa,
ripitopenwithonehandandyankoutthegarmentinside.Ithrowitdownonthefloorinfrontofher.

“Getonyourknees.”Iorderher.

ChapterFIFTEEN

Mabel

IamquiteliterallyquakingasDarcyslideshisfingersoutofmypussyandpushesmegently,guidingme
totunaroundandkneelonallfours.

“Isthisrealfur?”Iaskinwonder,throughlittlegaspsofbreath,grindingthefingersofonehandintothe
softpelt.

“Idon'twantyoutobecold,”Darcyrasps.“Ionlyeverwanttoseeyoushiverlikeyouarenow,waiting
formetotouchyou.”

IdoubtI'lleverfeelachillagainjudgingfromtheburnragingacrossmyskinnow.I'monmyhandsand
kneesonthemostsumptuousfurI'veeverfelt,quiveringwithanticipationforDarcy'shandacrossmy
bareass,sureI'minforanotherspanking.Ican'thelpbutwinceeventhoughthepainisfleetingwhilethe
pleasurelastsforagesasitbuildsitswaytoacataclysm.

Buthisslapneverarrives.Insteadhemovesinfrontofmeandpullsmyhandsoutalongthefloor.

“What-”IsqueakandsilencemyselfwithagaspwhenIseeDarcyhasunbuckledhisbeltandisyanking
itoutfromhiswaistband.

Andthen,andthen,ohmigod,hewrapsthefancyblackleatheraroundandaroundmywristsandtightensit
untilmyhandsareboundandallmyweightisrestingonmyelbows.

“Darcy,”Iwhimperbutheputsafingertohislipstotellmetobequiet.

Itiltmyheadupallthewayback,watchingashepullshisunknottedtieoutfromthecollaranddreading
whatheplanstodowiththat.AndwhenIsaydreadingImeanshiveringwithexcitement.Heslidesit
acrossmyeyesandtiesitaroundthebackofmyhead,tightenoughthatitwon'tslip.

I'mnowshutteredintomyowninteriorworld.Darknesshasneverseemedsoblack.Isensemyboss
movingaroundbehindmeandmycheeksblazehot.Iamshovedsofarforwardmyassishigherintheair
thanit'severbeenandmyentirecrackisspreadopenforDarcytoexamine.Myasshole,mypussymouth.

NoonehaseverlookedatmesointimatelyandI'veneverfeltsovulnerableandexposedinmylife.Imay

aswellbekneelingacrossabartopwithahundredstrangersenjoyingmysensitiveareas.Ican'tstop
trembling.

Herotateshisfingersintomypussyandretrievestheliquorpoolingtherethenrubsitintomytightrear
holemakingmeleap.

“Darcy,Ican't-”

“Ihaveasparetieinmydesk,”hebarks.“Doyouwantmetogagyou?”

Ishakemyheadno,althoughtheideaisstrangelyexhilaratingandmakesmeevenwetter.Inmysolitary
world,everytinytouchofhisislikeathousandfireworksgoingoffinsideme.

Histhumbcontinuestomassagemyrearhole.WhileI'minsidemyownworlddealingwiththeprofusion
ofsensationflyingthroughme,hisotherhandsfindsmypussymouthandIalmostbuckleonmyarmsas
somethingsolidispushedinsidemytunnel.I'msosurprisedthatIletoutayelpandhepusheshisthumb
insidemydarkentrance.

OhmigodIcannotbelievethis.Thisispuretormentofthemostdeliciouskind,havingDarcyrubmyclit
whileheslidesinandoutofmyasshole.I'msoonedge,Ican'tbeartheheighteningofeverylittletouch,
likeexplosionsgoingoffinsideandout.

“Comeforme,baby.Iwanttoseeyouunravel.”

IhavezeroresistancewhenitcomestoDarcyandtheintensesensationinsidemybottomsendsme
tumblingovertheedge,moaningandrantinghisnamelikealunatic.

HepicksmeupfromthefloorlikeIweighnothing.Alongwiththecoathestepsbackandlowersustothe
lowcouchwherehesettlesmeacrosshisknee.InotehowthisistheplacethatIfeelmostsafeandsecure
intheentireworld.EventhoughIamagainbarenakedandhe'scompletelydressed,Itrusthimtocarefor
me.

“DidIhurtyou,myDarlingMabel?”heasks,strokingmyhairandgentlyliftingatearfrommycheek.

“No,”Iblub,unabletocontaineverythingthat'swellingupandover.

“Whatisitthen?”

“Idon’treallyknow.Ijustfeelsoemotional.Andsoclosetoyou.AndI'mscaredbecauseIworkforyou
andIdon’tknowwhatsgoingtohappen.”

“'I’lltellyouwhat'sgoingtohappen.You'regoingtogetdressedandthenwe'regoingtodinner.”

Ileanforwardtopickupmyclothesbutheremovesthemfrommyhandandwalksacrosstothetrashcan
todropthemin.

“Willyoupleaseopenthosedamngifts.”

Iturntothepileofamazingboxesandshoppingbagsonthesofalikeit'sChristmas.ExceptwhendidI
everhaveaChristmaslikethis?Never,that'swhen.

HehadanogoodfatherandIhadahopelessmother.Shewasn’tmeanparticularly.Shejustdidn’tmuch
careforme.Iwaslikeanappendageyoumightsay.WhenshehadnooneelsetoplaywiththenIwas
givensomeattentionbutifamanwasaround,Ibecametheworld'sbiggestirritant,likesomefatmosquito
shehadtokeepswattingat.

“Youmightwannataketheredonefirst,”Darcytellsme,leaningagainstthefrontofhisdeskandcrossing
hisarmsoverhisbroadchesttosavorthenakedwomanbendingover.

Mypussyclencheswithlustatbeinggazeduponbymybossbutaftermyrecentspreading,I'veapparently
lostallshyness.

“Ohmygoodness.”

TheredboxalltiedupwithtopqualityribboncontainsasetoflingeriethatmusthavecostmorethanI
spendonanactualoutfit.

“IpromisedyouI'dreplacethepantiesIruined.Icanbecountedontoalwayskeepmyword.”

“I'veworkedforyoulongenoughtoknowthat.They'rebeautiful.Thankyou.”

Iskipacrosstheexpanseofmyboss'sofficetoplantakissonhismouth,notfailingtonoticehowhis
eyesrelishthesightofmytitsbouncingandjoggling.Heclaspsthebackofmywaisttopullmetohimfor
amouthwateringtonguingthatmakesmypussymouthpourliquid.

Thenheliftsthepantiesfrommyhandandbrushesthemtohislipsbeforeholdingthemopenformeto
stepinto.Thenheplantspiquantlittlenipsoneachnippleinturnbeforeslidingthebrastrapsupmyarms.
IhookmyselfintoitasIrunbacktotheothergifts,feelingDarcy'sgazeburningintomyrear.

“Icouldwatchyoudressandundresseveryday,”hesays.

“Whichdoyoulikebetter?”Iask,playingthecoquette

“Youknowtheanswertothat.Butwhenyou'redressingI'malreadylookingforwardtothetimeIcanstrip
youagain.Gettingyounakedisthemostdeliciousthingonearth.Anddon'tgoshyonme,you'refucking
gorgeousMabelandyouneedtoembracethat.”

“Noone'severmademefeelasprettyasyoudo,”Itellhim,andit'strue.

“Welltheywereallassholes.Nowyou'vegotmetotellyou,butincaseIeverforget,youhavetoknowit
foryourselffirst.Feelyourbeautyinsideandout.”

IslipintothedressIunwrapfromtheDolceGabbanaBoxandfeellikeamilliondollarsjustlandedon
mybody.

“I'veneverhaddesignerclothesonandalwaysthroughtheywerekindoffakebutIcanseewhythey'reso
expensive.Theymakeyoufeelcompletelydifferent.”

“YouaredifferentBaby.I'veneverknownawomanlikeyou.HowdidInotseetherealyousooner?”

Istepintotheexquisiteshoestocompletethelook.

“Idon'tthinkIcannegotiatethesidewalkinthese,they'resohigh.”

“Youdon’thaveto,myAngel.”

DarcyleadsmetotheelevatorandIleanonhimforsupport.Hopefullythelimowilldropusclosetothe
restaurantsoIdon'thavetowalkmorethanabouttenfeet.

Idon'tcheckwhichelevatorbuttonDarcypressesbutthekissheplantsonmeisoverfartoosoonandI
feellikeI'mupintheclouds.ThenIrealizeIam.

ChapterSIXTEEN

DaRcy

Mabelisblownbackbythewindandjudgingbyhersurprisedlook,thesightofthewaitinghelicopteras
well.

Ituckherundermybicepwingtoleadheracrosstherooftoptowardthehelipad.Shefitssoneatlyunder
myheavyarm,itseemslikeshewasmadetobethere.Especiallywhenhersmallhandfliesuptomy
chestforthesafetyofmystrength.

I'lladmittobeingkindafreakedatfirst,bythesightoftheballoonsandteddybearsalloverthedesksin
theoffice.Thewomenallreceivinglittletrinketlovegifts.I'dneverbeenamanforValentines.Not
beforeMabel.ButI'dpromisedtoreplacetheunderwearIdestroyed,sotheromanticdayseemedan
appropriatemomenttoletherknowthatshewasit.

ThatIconsideredherminenow.

Thatshewasn'tjustaflinginmygarage.

“WatchingyouwalkaroundmyofficenakedwasthehottestthingI'veeverseen.Imighthavetokeepyou
on,MissTrellis,”ItellherasIliftherintothehelicopterandstrapherin.

Ipullthechestharnessaroundhershouldersandoverherbreastswhereitsits,cuttingintothefullnessof
herfleshinawaythatsendsmeclosetoderanged.Icravethesightofherbaresoftskinagain.Thistime
withropesholdinghernakedandimmobile.ThesamewaymybeltandtierecentlyboundherwhileIslid
intoherwethole.

“Thethingsyoudotome,MissTrellis,”Igritoutthroughclenchedjaw,eventhoughthepilotcan'thear
underthesoundoftherotatingblades.

ShesmilesasecretsmileandIknowIwon'teverlethergo.

Mabel'shandagainliftstostrokeherfingerpadsacrossthestubblecominginonmychin.Ipullthe
buckleandsnapherinlowacrossherwaist,myfingerssoclosetoherslitit'sallIcandonottodevour
heragainrighthere.

I'minsatiableformysecretary.Addictedtoheraromaofflowersandsunlight.Herpinkfleshcrumpledin
myfistasshegaspsandpullsasharpinhaleeverytimeshewhimpersmyname.Therecollectionof
Mabelonherknees,herroundassliftedhigh,herpinkpussypushingouthungrily,quiveringformythrust
isenoughtomakemebulgewoodalloveragain.

Shemakesmeintoabeastwithzerocontrol.AndIcantellshe'senjoyingthat.

Withmyfingerscurledaroundherhip,Ileanintoplantakissonherlips.Sherespondseagerly,wanting
morethanabriefconnectionandIpushmythumbbetweenherthighstorubherclit.Mabelmoansintomy
mouthandifthepilotweren’tsittingpatientlyafootbehindme,I'dthrowherbackontheleatherbench
andspreadherlegssowideapartherhipswouldcrack.

“You'dbetterstaywetformewhileweride,”Igrowlagainstherplumplips.“I'mgoingtowantyou
nakedandonyourkneesformeagainbeforethisdayforloversisover.”

“Whateveryouneed,Sir,”shewhispersinabreathytoneshe'srealizedhasmademeherslave.“I'myours
tocommand.”

OnceI'mseatedbesideher,Itakeherhandinmineasweliftoffintothesky.

“I'veneverbeeninyourhelicopter,oranyhelicopterforthatmatter,”shesayswithsuchprettywide-eyed
aweIgettoseethingsfreshandnewthroughherenthusiasm.“LookattheBridgefromuphere.Theentire
city'salllitupjustforus.”

Mabel'salwaysbeensoincontrolofmylifeandexceptionallyefficient,nowherinnocenceisahidden
marvel.It'sremarkablehowunspoiledsheis.I'vedatedplentyofwomen,attimesit'sbeenlikethe
fuckingPlayboymansion,thenumberofgirlsI'vehadonhand.Butthere'sneverbeenasinglewomanlike
Mabel.

“Ididn'tgetachancetotellyouhowmuchImissedyoutoday.Notseeingyourgorgeousfacemade
everythingempty.”

IrelishthewayMabeldrawsinasharpbreathatmycomingcleanwithmyfeelingsforher.I'vegotso
muchIwanttosaybutIdon'twanttooverwhelmher.It'sgonnatakehersometimetogetusedtobeingmy
girlfriend,notjustmysecretary.

“Wherearewegoing?”

HercheeksareallpinkwithexcitementandasanswerIleaninandbiteherbottomlip,stillfleshbruised
andswollenfrommyavidpossessionofhermouthearlier.Ineedtofillmyhandswithhertitsand
squeezethemunderthestrapping.Iwantmybodytobecagingherthesamewaytheseat-beltisgripping
herdelectablecurves.

“Somewherewecanbealone.”

“Oh,right.Ofcourse,”shesays,hersmiledropping.“Iforgotwecan'tbeseenouttogetherinthecity.”

“Notthatatall,Baby.”

Iwipeasmilefrommymouththatshecouldbesosillyastoimaginethat.

“Don'tyouthinkIintendtoshowyouofftoeveryoneintheentireworld?”

“Ithoughtwe'dhavetokeepthis-thing-betweenusunderwraps,”shesays,tryingtoactallbusinessbut
withaquiverinhervoice.

I'mrelievedshefeelsthesame.Thatthisattachmentisn’tonesided.Althoughevenifshedidn'twantme
inthatway,she'dhavetolearntolikeit.There'snowayMabelTrellisisevergettingoutfromunderme.

“No,Sweetie–thisthingisgoingviral.Butyoucan'tblamemeforwantingyoualltomyselfforalittle
whilelonger.”

IpulltheCristalfromtheiceboxandpopthecorksoitfrothsjustalittle.SherelaxesagainasIhandher
theflutewithanotherfirmkissclaiminghermouth.

“HappyValentines,”Itellher,touchingtherimofmyglasstohers,withunusualtenderness.

“YougavemealltheseamazinggiftsandIdidn'tgetyousomuchasacard,”shesayswithalittlefrown
thatmakesmegrin.

“ThisisthefirstnightI'vekidnappedthatperfectbodyandgetyourecstaticsmilealltomyself.What
moredoesanymanneedasaValentinesgiftfromhiswoman?”

Sheleansintomeasmuchasthestrappingwillallow,againraisingimagesofherboundup,blindfold
andgaggedthatmakemydickunfoldeagerly.Ipushthethoughtsoutofmyheadbeforethefuckerstarts
poundingtobeletout.

“Thisisdelicious,”shemurmurs,sippingthechampagne.ButIknowshemeanstheridealongthe
shoreline,snuggledintomysolidchest.

“Notasdeliciousasthenectarthatpoursoutofyou.I'dtakethatoverchampagneeverydayandIintend
togetanothertasteassoonaswecomedownfromtheclouds.”

Hercheekscoloroncemoreinthatadorablefashion,butlyingbeneaththeshynessthere'sadecadent
gleaminhereyes.IknowMabelwantsmeinanywayIchoosetogiveittoher.She'sjustbeenexposed
toahintofthelifeshe'sgoingtolivenowundermycareandtheurgetoshowhereverythingoverwhelms
me.

Ileapoutassoonasthebirdlandsonthebeachandsprintaroundtoliftmysurprisedanddelightedgirl
downontothesand.

ChapterSEVENTEEN

Mabel

Afterahollowday,withDarcygone,I'msuddenlydroppedintolivingafairytale.I'msoawed,Iclutch
myboss'ssolidarmasheleadsmeupthebeachtowardaperfecthouserightattheedgeofthedunes.The
kindofhouseIdreamabout,withawraparoundporchfacingtheAtlanticsurf.Thelightsarelowand
flickeringthroughthehugewindowsbutI'mtoobusyclutchingDarcyforsupportaswalkinginthesinking
groundishard,wearingthefiveinchheelsheboughtme.

Ifallintohimagain,laughingwitheverystumbleasourbodiescollide.Hescoopsanarmaroundmy
waistandpullsmeupagainsthischest,delvinghistonguepowerfullyintomymouth.Mykneesbuckle
andonlyhisarmaroundmyback,archingmeintothecurveofhischestkeepsmeupright.Hebendsdown
soourcompressedbodiesformanarcasperfectasthecrescentmooninthestarredsky.

Darcytakeshistimeexploringmymouthwithadeterminedhunger.Likewe'vebeenapartforweeks
insteadoftheday.Likehedidn'tjustravagemeonhisofficefloor.

Hishandcrushesmybreasts,squeezingandtuggingouteachnippleinturn.Darcy'spassionisunrelenting.
Hebendsforwardfurther,archingmeuntilI'malmosttopplingexceptforhispowerfulhold.Whenhe
finallybreaksthekiss,Ipalmhischest,pantingatthechillairwhilemyheartsteeplechasesaroundmy
chest.I'mshiveringfromtoptotoebutnotfromthecold.

DarcyleadsmeupthebeachandagainIstumbleintohimandclutchforhisstrength.Gigglingfromthe
intensehappinesspumpingaroundmyveins.Ibendtounlooseallthestrapsrunningupmyanklelikea
seriesofchainssoIcanwalkeasily.

“No,”DarcybarksoutandI'mswoopingthroughtheairlikeagullonthewingashepicksmeupasifI
reallyamthatlittlebird.

Withmeridinginhisbridalholdhestridesupthebeach.MyarmswraparoundhisneckandIlookathis
face,sobeautifulmyheartstopsracinglongenoughtostartleattherealizationI'mhere,atthebeachin
FebruarywiththemoststunningmanI'veeverknown.

Andhewantsme.

Allofme.

IamabsolutelyflabbergastedandallIcandoisstareathimasthoughtryingtoinkhisperfectionontomy
memorybeforehedisappears.

Withmeinhisarms,drapedaroundhissolidneck,Darcytakesthewoodenstepsuptotheporchofthe
stunningbeachhouse.

“Isthisyourhouse?”Iaskashekicksthedoorshutbehindhimandsetsmegentlydowninfrontofa
roaringfire.

Iwonderwherethemaidiswholitthefireandallthecandlesliningthewindowseats,inperfecttimefor
ourarrival.

“It'stheguestquarterstothemainhouse,”Darcysays,pointingthroughthesidewindowtoamansion
sittingatoptheslopeofbeach.

I'veneverseensuchamassivehouse.I'msureitbelongstosomebillionaireandisabsolutelybeautiful
inside,butthisguesthouseismyidealdreamhome.

“You'dneedhikingbootstogetabedtimesnackinthatplace,”Isay,ashishandswrapmywaist.

“You'remybedtimesnack.”

Hepushesmeupagainstthewall,cagingmeinhisbroadchestandsolidarms,crushingmybreastsinto
himashismouthslamsdownovermine.

Idaggermyfingersintohishairanddraghimdeeperintome,wantinghimtotakemewitheverypartof
histongue.

Darcyleavesmymouthandtrailshisfirmlips,nippingalongthesideofmynecksothatshiversof
goosebumpsrundownmyarms.Hecontinueslappingdownmyclavicleandhooksafingerinsidethe
dressandbrahegaveme,tuggingbothlayersoffabricuntilmybreastfallsfree.

Thenhepullsthepeakintohismouth,teasingcirclesandlapsofhistongueacrossthebulletpoint,untilI
throwbackmyhead,myfingersthreadedintohislusciouswavesofhair.

Again.Hewantsmeagain.

I'veneverknownamansoinsatiableformybody,sodesirousofimpartingmorepleasurethanIcanbear.

Almost.

Ashedropstohisknees,Darcykissesallthewaydownmystomach,stilltweakingmyswollennipple
betweenfingerandthumb.Hisotherhandhikesthedressupthesideofmythigh.

“Ohgod,”Imoan,repeatingtheinvocationasmypussytwitchesvoraciouslyformoreofDarcy.

Needingtobecloser,ascloseaspossible,hiscockfillingeveryinchofme.

Hekissesmyslitthroughthefabric.Thenheyanksthesilkallthewayupandkissesmysoaked
underwearbeforepullingthemtoonesideandshovingtwofingersintomydrippingwethole.

“Fuck,you'resowet,”hegroans.

Hewithdrawshisfingersandpinchesmyswollenclit.

“Openyourlegsforme,babe,”heordersmeandIimmediatelydoashesayslikeawantondiva.

Hegrabsmythigh,hisfingersgougingintothefleshandhikesitupoverhisshouldersomypussyis
spreadforhim.Hisgazesearsacrossmyfolds,shiveringwithanticipation.

Beingthisexposedtohim,thesolidballhepushedinsideme,keepingmefulltheentirerideouthere,
becomesevident.Mypussytightensarounditwithagonizingclenchesofneed.Iflailonearmtotheside
againstthewallandrelishtheglowofthefireonmyskinasDarcyswapsthepinchoffingerandthumb
onmyengorgedclitforhislips.

Hetugsthebulbouspoundinglittletriangleintohislipsashecorkscrewsbackintomypussy.Whiletwo
fingersfuckme,hisotherrubsmyrearholewithmyownjuicesuntilheworksthatopenalsoandslips
inside.Iquakeonhisfaceashethrustsintotwoholesandsucksonmyclit.Histongueworksalongthe
ridgesandcreasesuntilthepointisreadytoexplode.

“Comeforme,Baby,”hesays,lookingupatmewithhalfhoodedeyesandafilthygrin.

AndassoonashereturnstothehungeringlittletipwithhisagiletongueIfeeltheswellingofpleasure
pullbackbeforethunderingthroughme.IlosemymindasIgoovertheedgeofdesireandcomeon
Darcy'smouthandface.

AsIshudderthroughoneorgasmafteranother,Iclutchmyboss'sheadandthinkhowdecadenttobe
shovedagainstthewallwhilemybosseatsmeout.ThenIthunderthroughanotherclenchingreleaseatthe
forbiddennaughtinessofallthis.

AssoonastheorgasmhaspushedthroughmyskinliningandIreturnfromthestratosphere,Ireachfor
Darcytoreleasehisperfectbigcockfromstraininginhispants.Buthebatsmegentlyawayandgoesto
theopenkitchen.Iremainwithmybacktothewall,catchingmybreathasheopensmorechilled
champagneandreturnswithtwocrystalglasses.

“Let'sgoexplore,”hesays.“Iwanttowalkwithyouinthemoonlight.”

InallthearrangementsI'vehadtotakecareofforDarcy,Ineverhadhimpeggedasahopelessromantic.I
lovethissideofhimandofcourse,Iallowhimtotakemyfreehandandleadmefromthehouseback
downtheporchstepstothesoftbeach.

ChapterEighteen

Darcy

Aftergettingheroffagain,IknowIcouldworshipthiswomanforever.WhilekneelinginfrontofMabel,
I'mtemptedtoaskherrightthere.Itmayseemrushedbutwehaveknowneachothertwoyearsandspent
everysingledayineachotherscompany.Thatshouldbeenoughtoguaranteewe'recompatible.

I'mcertainthatshe'stheonlywomanformeandnowIknowwhat'sbeenlackinginmylackluster
existence.Whytheplayboylifestylelostitslureassoonasshecametoworkforme.Butforsomereason
Icouldn’tadmitittomyselforrealizethattheperfectwomanwasrightbeforemyeyes.

Nowtheonlyissueiswhethershe'llbeabletoacceptthedarkersideofthemanshe'sgazingupatwith
completeadorationfillingherpupils.

Themoonlightcaressesherskinmakingherlooksodamnkissable.Ican'tresist,everyfewpaces,pulling
herintomyarmsandclaiminghermouthasminealloveragain.

IresisttheideaoftheproposalbecauseIdon'twanthertothinkI'mcrazyorrushingherintosomething
beforeshe'shadachancetogettoknowmesointimately.Andthere'stheaspectshe'sonlyjust
experiencedthisevening.Mabelseemedtocompletelyrelishbeingtiedupinmyaccessories.Shetook
theballbutIknowshe'squestioningwhyIhavestilltofuckher.

SoIkneelinthesandandunhookthechainstrappingfromaroundeachofheranklesthenslidetheshoe
off.Butnotbeforeholdingherslenderfootinmypalmandkissinghertoes,makinghergiggleandwrithe
withtheshynessofbeingworshipedbyherboss.

Icarryhershoes,myglassandthebottleinonehandandwrapMabel'shandinmyotheraswewanderup
thebeach.ShelookssostunninglybeautifulbymoonlightIcan'tstoplookingather.Shelookslikea
completelydifferentperson,whilestillmypreciousMabel,thegirlI'vebeenmissingfortwowholeyears
eventhoughshewasrightoutsidemydoor.

Ileadheruptotheboardwalkandthroughthegroundsofthebighouse.Shelooksupatitlikeit'ssome
monolithicspaceshiptoucheddownontheshore.

“Howcanpeopleliveinsuchamassivehouse?Don'ttheyloseeachother?”

“Probably.Iwouldn'tknow.Alwayslivedalone.”

Isettheglassesandbottledownonaledgeanddrawherintomyarms,herbackagainstmychest,her
roundassagainstmybulginggroin.Sheleansback,comfortableandasrelaxedasthoughwe'vebeenlike
thiswitheachothersincedayone.Whenthewoodinmypantsisstraininglikeachainedbeasttobefree,
Irunmyhandupherstomachandcupherperfecttitinmyhand,tugginghereagernipplewhilepullingthe
zipperdownherback.

“Darcy,”shewhisperswithathrilloffearinhervoice.

Shelooksoverhershoulderbackatthehouse,nodoubtworriedthatsomeonemightsee.Sameasshewas
inmyparkinggarage.

“Whatisit,baby,”Ihuskagainstthesideofherneckasthedressdropstothewoodendeck.

Iunhookherbraanddropthatalso,fillingmyhugepalmwithhertits,clampingbothtogethersoshe
grindsherassagainstmysolidrammer.Iwanttolickherhardlittlebullets,soresponsiveatmytouchbut
Iunbuttonmyshirtandshewhirlsaround,delighted,tohelpme.

Iallowhertoremovemytieandslidemyshirtbackoffmyshoulders.AndImustadmitherappreciation
formycarvedtorsoissweet.Thewaysherunsherfingersacrosstheridgesanddownthedaggerabove
mybelt.IallowhertounbucklethatbeforeIstepawayfromher.

MabelgivesatinyhintofascowlbutIthrowaswitchonthesideofthewoodenledge,whichservesasa
stepupintothehottubthatlightsupandstartstobubble.

“Oh,thatlooksgorgeous,”shemurmurs.

“Sodoyou.Panties,”Iorder,asIdropmypantsandbriefsandhereyesaredrawntomydickstanding
straightuptothemoon.

Hertitsareswaying,gorgeousinfrontofmeandIcanhardlyholdbackfromthrowingherdowntothe
benchandpartingherlegstothrustinsidehertighttunnel.

Iclimbintothefoamingwaterandstandthere,handoutstretchedtohelpherclimbin.Mycockbobbingas
thefoamswirlsaroundmytautnuts.Isavorhertitshangingperkyandpendulousasshebendsoverto
removehersoakedunderwear.Shestopswithherfingershookedintotheband.

“AreyoustillwetlikeItoldyoutobe?”Iaskhergruffly.

Shenodsbutherlowerlipisquivering.

“Thenwhyaren’tyououtofthosepantiesandsittingonmydick?”

“Someonemightcome.Wecan'tjustclimbintosomeone'shottub.Theymightcallthepolice.”

Igrinatmybaby'sinnocence.Asifanypoliceofficerwouldactuallyarrestamanlikeme.Hercheeksare
pink,hereyesshiningwithnaughtiness.Iknowshelikestheillicitdangerofbeingexposedintheopen,
thethrillofbeingcaughtnakedbystrangers.

“Takethemoffandgetinhere,”Itellher.“You'vealreadyearnedyourselfawetspankingforkeepingme
waiting.”

Shehitchesherbreathwithagasp.Iknowshe'senthralledatthethreatofbeingbentoverforaspanking
andwithhercheekswetfromthewaterplustheslicknessofherpussytheslapswillbeallthemore
inciting.Morethanthatshecravesmycockwitheveryporeofherbeing.Hergazeispulledtowardmy
throbbingpoleandtheyearningformeseepsfromher.

ShedoesasItellherintheend.Herfingershookintothesilkandlaceandshetugsitdownoverher
thighs,herpinkslitglisteningbytheturquoiselightofthetub.IgripmydickandsqueezetherootsoI
don’tlosemyentirefuckingloadtheminutesheslidesdownthebastard.

“You'resofuckinggorgeous,Mabel,”Itellher,soshelooksdownwithashysmile.“Nowgetinhereand
fuckme.”

Shestepsupontotheledgeandslowlyraisesonethighoverthewallintothewater.Ican'ttakemyeyes
offhertitsswayingandhowshimmeringwetherpussymouthis.Ireachoutforherhandandbringher
floatingtome.

ThenIslipmyfingersintoherandretrievethemetallicballfrominsideherpussysosherelishesthe
vacancybeforethehugefillingshe'sabouttoget.

“Nowtakemycockinsideyourperfectcunt.”Iorderherasshestepsaroundtostraddlemythighs.

Sheimmediatelyfindsmyravagingcockandpositionsthespongyheadinherhollow,elicitingsharptugs
pullatmyballs.

“Ineedtobeinsideyou,Mabel.Ineedyourpussyrightnow.”

Shetakesmeatmywordandwithasighshesitsdownonmycock.Thefeelsofherwallscollapsingas
mypoleforcesintohersendslightningstraighttowhatremainsofmyfunctioningbrain.Whenthehead
hitshercervix,shehugsmetightandgrindsherpelvisdownonmyshaftuntilherlipswrapattheroot.

“Nowstaytherelikethatwithmydickfillingyou,”Iorderher.

Ireachbehindtofillourglasseswithmysecretary’stightpussyimpaledonme.Wedrinkandpressskin
toskinwhileherwallstugandhugmylengthuntilIcantakeitnolonger.Theglassesgofloatingacross
theilluminatedwaterwhileIpoundintoMabel'ssweettightpussyhardenoughtomakeherseemore
stars.

ChapterNineteen

Mabel

“Mygod,Mabel,thethingsyoudotome,”Darcygroansintomyneck,ashisseedfillsmewithwarmth.

He'sdoingsomeinsanethingstometoo.ThereareallsortsoftruthsIcan'tbelieveaboutmyselfnow.
Sleepingwithmybossandhavingsexinpublicbeingtwoofthem.Butclimbingintosomestranger'shot
tub,somemegarichstrangersatthat,who'dhavethekindoffancylawyersthatwouldsuemeformy
entirelife–well,I'mreallyplayingthewildchild.

ButDarcyisn'tatallbotheredbyrules.HedoeswhateverhewantsandpaystheconsequencesIguess.
Hecanaffordto.

Weremaininthehotbubbles,hisarmswrappingmewhileIleanmyelbowsonhishugeshouldersand
twinemyfingersthroughhisdamphair.Ican'tstopkissinghim.Hisforehead,hischeek,hisstrongmouth
thatdrawsmeintohiswhileheclampsmyhead.

Iinhalethewoodysmellofhisskin,mixedwiththefragrantwaterashisexoticcolognemergeswiththe
bubbles.Irubhisstubbledchinintomyskin,lovingtherawscratchinessofhismasculinity.Mybreasts
bobonthespumingwaterbetweenus,nudgingintothecarvedoutswellofhischest.Occasionallyhe
reachesuptopinchanippleandIamcompelledtoleandownandsuckhislipsasIquiverwithrenewed
lust.

“Nowlookwhatyou'vedone,”hesays,hismouthagainstmine,hisbreathhotandfilledwithdesire.“I'm
fillingyouagainalready.”

“Iwantyoutofuckmeagain,”Iwhisperagainsthislips,unabletobreakthespellofthefullfirmflesh.
EverythingI'vewantedsincethemomentIsawhim.

“Dirtytalkforagoodgirllikeyou,Mabel,”

“Pleasefuckme.Sir.”

DarcybecomesacrazedmanwhenIutterthoselastwords,likehe'sstarving.Andallforme.He
withdrawsandclimbsoutofthetub,thenliftsmeoutinhispowerfulhold.

Hischestagainstmytitsisabroadshieldwall,flexingwithpowerashestrutsacrossthehugeocean-side
deck.

“Ohmigod,whatareyoudoing?”Isquealashethrowsopenthedoorintothemansionandstridestoward
thecentralstaircasethat'saswideasmyapartmentbuilding.

“Someonemustbehomeifthedoorisn'tlocked,”Isay,terrifiedbutlaughingatthesametime.

Waterisdrippingfromournudebodiesalloverwhatappearstobeaveryexpensivehallrug.

“We'regoingtogetinsomuchtrouble.”

“Youmeanyouare,talkingtoyourbosslikethat.”

Mybodystartstopulsatewithrenewedneedandthesensualhungerforhishandslappingmyasscheeks.
Thestingfromthembeingwetandheatedonlyenervatesmesothatmypussythrobshungrilydespitethe
poundingitjusttook.

Darcyseemstoknowwherehe'sgoing,althoughtherearesomanydoorsliningthewidepassageway,any
onewoulddoforwhatI'msurehehasplanned.Meonmyhandsandkneesagain,myslitslightlyparted
whilehegivesmeadeliciousfilthyspanking.

SoIamtotallysurprisedwhenhestridesthroughahugebedroomtoaconcealedentrancethatheopens
withthepushofabuttonandcarriesmeinside.

“Ohmigod,wherearewe?”Iwhimper,goosebumpshavepoppedupthelengthofmyarms.

DarcysetsmedownandIhavebarelyamomenttotakeinthepaddedwallsandceilingintheverylow
lightbeforeasilkylayeroffabricplungesmeintodarkness.

“Doyoutrustme,Mabel?”Darcy'ssand-roughvoiceinmyearbehindme.Ifeelthehotsteellengthofhis
dickpressingagainstmybackandInodquicklyeventhoughI'mquakingthroughandthrough.

“Whatareyougoingtodotome?”Imewl,thewhipsandotherstrangepiecesofequipmentInoticed
brieflyintheroomfreakingmeout.

BeforeIcanaskanymorequestions,anothersilkenbandwrapsaroundmymouth,tighteningbetweenmy
lipssoIcan'tevensqueak.

“Nothingyouaren'tgoingtolove,Baby,”Darcygritsoutagainstmyearlobewhichhethenbites,just
hardenoughtoelicitafrissonofexquisitepain.

Thedarknessbehindtheblindfoldisintenseandflashesofbrightcolorsstarttofloatacrossthescreenin
mymindasasoftticklebrushesdownthelengthofmyinnerthigh.

“Youlostyournewshoes,youbadgirl,”myBossgrowls,hisvoiceraspingwithhungrylust.

Quiversripplethrougheverycellofmybody.AlthoughI'vebeennakedandspreadmostoftheevening,I
suddenlyfeelmorebaredandvulnerabletomybossthaneverbefore.Everylittlebrushofthesilkorthe

feather,whateverhe'strailingalongmysensitiveinnerthighismakingmeshakeandsquirmwithintense
longing.

Darcytakesmyhandandleadsmeacoupleofstepsthenordersme;“Onyourknees,Baby.That'sitnow
leanforward.”

Hesupportsmetenderly,asIsurrendertobendingoverintoblackspacebeforemybaretitsencountera
paddedbench.Iturnmyheadandrestmycheek,thenfeelshacklestighteningaroundmywrists,then
ankles.Oncemybosshasfinishedcuffingeverylimb,I'mheldimmobilebentoverthedeskorbenchwith
myasstippedupandmypulsatingclittremblingwithanticipation.

IknowDarcylovesmethisway,nakedandbound,completelyexposedtohisgaze.WhatIdidn’tknow
washowmuchIadorethistoo.Thisbeingvulnerabletohim.Mypussyiswetenoughtofillthathottub,
myjuiceflowingdownmythighs.

“You'resoaked,”Darcygroansashisticklertrailsupthebackofmylegandflickslightlyacrossmy
drippingslit.Thelighttouchdrivesmeinsanewithneedforhiscockfillingme.Myentireclitswellsand
bulgesandinthedarknessIamdrivenclosetoderangedbythememoryofhishugecockstandingstraight
andrigidashepulledmeoutofthejacuzziintohispowerfulhold.

Imoanbehindthegag,desperatetoreleasetheintolerablepressurebuildingineverypore.Ineedtoget
offagain.Ineedthepricklingelectricitybeneathmyskintoexplodeintogushesofwildpleasure.Ibuck
myassagainstthebench,tryingtoencouragemybosstofuckme,orrubhisfingersintomyclit,anything
buttormentmewiththedivinetickling.

“Soyou'reagreedygirlaswellasnaughty.Okay.”

Ihardlyhavetimetobracemyselfbeforehishandslamsdownonmyass,barelymoistnowfromthetub
butenoughthattheslapsendssharpsparksfrommycheekupthroughmycore.

Thenthewarmthfromhisspankingspreadsthroughme,makingmypussyclenchwithgreaterneedandthe
juicespourdownmylegs.ImoanandthrashasmuchasI'mable,heldfirminmybondagewhileDarcy's
handcomesdown,clappingacrosseachcheekandmyopenhole.

“Ilovespankingyourwetpussy,baby.Iwon'tevergetenoughofthat.”

Myboss'shandcontinuesslappingthatnaughtyclamorousopening,gettingwetterwitheveryspankuntilI
almostblackoutwiththedeliriumofdesire.

ChapterTwenty

Darcy

Mabelliesbentoverthespankingbenchincompletesurrender,wailingbehindhergag,screamingforme
tofuckherorgetheroff.She'sthehottestthingintheentireuniverse.Herskinissopinkanddeliciously
moist,it'sallIcandonottodroponmykneesbehindherandlickacrossthelengthofherfromclitto
asshole.Onetasteofheronmytonguewouldneverbesufficient.I'dneedtoreturntothehollowofher
pussymouthandscoopupallthedivinenectarpooledthereoverandoveragain.

WhenI'mdonewithherspanking.Idoquicklydroptothefloortopalmherassandspreadheropen
whileIsuckthejuicesoffherthighsallthewayuptoherfoldedlips,engorgedandthrobbinghotwith
demandinglust.

ThenIpullbackandgrinwhenIhearthemuffledobjectionfrombehindthegag.Sheneedstogetoff
again.Desperately.Herperfectpussyispulsatinglikeaheartbeatinginwildabandon.ButIleaveher
withherneedandretrieveourclothes,nowstacked,neatlyfoldedrightoutsidethedoor.

“Idon'tthinkyourpunishmentwassufficient,”ItellherasIunshackleherrestraints.

Iliftheruptostandingandshebuckles.AlmostfallingtothegroundinalimppileifIhadn'tcaughtherup
inmyarmsandpulledherintome,mashingherfantastictitsagainstmychest.

Whenshe'sstableenoughtostandonherownlegs,Icarefullydressherwhileleavingtheblindfoldand
gaginplacesoshehastoholdontomeandfeeleverythingraginginsideherasshefightstocontainher
ravagingclimax.

Once,I'vebuckledherintotheoffendingshoes,Iriseandpullherintomychestwall,wrappinghertightly
inmyarmswhereshecanrelax.

Assheleansintome,Iuntietheblindfoldandherkitteneyesliftuptomewithanadoring,pleadingstare.
Ismileandkissthetopofherhead,knowingI'vemadehermineforever.

“Iknow,Baby,”Itellher.“Butitwillbeworthitintheend.”

Shefrownsalittleatthat.Andthenevendeeper,whenItakeherhandtoleadherthroughthehouseand
downthestaircase,leavinghermouthgaginplace.Sheknowsbetterthantountieitherselfandallows

metotakeherthroughthehousebacktothewaitinghelicopter.

Iliftherinandshelooksatme,eyeshugeandquestioning.Soprettywiththesilkbindbetweenherplump
lips.Iclimbinbesideherandagainstrapherin,therestraintslookingjustasenticing,slicingacrossher
lusciouscurves.

ThebirdliftsoffintotheskyandIseeitwon'tbelongbeforedawnrises.I'vebeenfuckingandmaking
lovetoMabel,invariouswaysallnightandI'mnowherenearsatiatedonherbody.Icouldtakeheragain
andagainandstillwantmore.Sherendersmeinsatiableandtheneedforherpiercesintomyskinlikea
thousanddaggers.

Hereyesflashatme,questioningwhythegagremainsboundintohermouth.Ikissthetopofherheadand
wrapherundermybicep,tugginghercloseintomychestwhileweflyalongthecoastlineinsilence,all
theemotionfromthenightpassingbetweenourbodies.

ThepilotsetsusdownontheroofofmyofficetowerandwetaketheelevatordowntothegaragewhereI
putherinmycar.ThebloodpushesfuriouslythroughmyveinswhenIseeherboundstill.Sotempting,
it'sallIcandonottopushheroverthehoodandspreadherpussyagain.

Ineedtobeburiedhardinsideher.ButfirstIneedhertolearnwhatIwantandneed.She'sspenther
careerfiguringthatoutsoitwon'ttakeherlongtounderstandthesamerules,asmywoman.

ItakeherhandbetweenchanginggearsbutwhenwereachthebridgeandMabelrealizesshe'sgoingto
herapartmentnotmine,herlittlescowlreturns.Iknowsheneedsrelieffortheinevitablethrobinher
pussybutIneedhertowait.

It'snotasthoughIdidn'tgivemyselftoheronthisparticulardayforlovers.Whensheunderstands,she'll
cometorealizehowmuchthatmeansformetofuckherinthevanillasense.Ididthatforher.Toproveto
herhowmuchshemeanstome.Tofillherpussywithmycockandleaveitthere,pressingintoherwhile
wesatskinjoinedateverypore.

Sheslamsoutofthecarwhenwepullupatherbuilding,beforeIcanmakeitaroundtoherdoor.Ifollow
herandbeforeshereachesherdoor,grabherarmtopullherbackintome.Shecomescrashingintomy
chestandtriestostruggleagainstmethenrealizesit'shopeless.Icanrestrainherwithonearm.

WiththeotherIloosenthetieatthebackofherheadandwhenitfallsfree,coverhermouthwithmine.
SheagaintriestoresistbutItamehermouthwithmine,coveringherlipsandsuckingherinlikeI'dlike
toinhaleallofher.Finally,Ifeelhersurrenderandmeltintomyarms,pressingherfulltitsintomychest
inthewaythatsendsmywoodhammeringanentiresubdivision.

WhenIbreakthekiss,sheopenshermouthtospeakbutIcoverherlipswithonefingersoshequietens.

“You'vebeenoutallnight.Feelfreetorestasmuchasyouneedandcomeinlatethismorning.”

ThenIleadhertoherfrontdoorandwatchhergoinside.Sheknowsenoughaboutmenottoinquire
whetherIwanttocomeup.

AfterIshowerandchangeatmyownplace,Iwanderintomyofficefeelingontopoftheworldandam

surprisedtofindMabelalreadyatherdesk.

“Goodmorning,MrEglinton.”

ShegreetsmewithherusualprofessionalcourtesybutwithanedgeofchillinessIcan'tfailtodetect.It's
definitelynotanactforhercolleagues.She'supsetaboutbeinggaggedinfrontofthepilotandthroughout
theridehome.

“GoodMorning,Mabel,”Ireplycasually,thenadd,“Verygoodtoseeyou.”

SheisarealproatherjobandI'mgoingtobesorrytoloseher.Butassoonasshe'sofficiallymine
there'snowayshecansitthatclosetomealldaylongandexpectmetocontinuewiththeworkIneedto
getdonetomanagetheempire.

She'stoomuchofafuckingdistraction.OneIcan'tstopthinkingabout,needingtospreadherlegsapart
andtastehersweetlips.HowmanytimescanIbendmysecretaryovermydeskandslapherdelicious
buttintosubmissionbeforeothermembersofstaffstarttogossip?

ChapterTwentyOne

Mabel

IwassurprisedathowdeepasleepIfellintoassoonasmyheadhitthepillow.SureI'dbetossing
aroundallnightlongthankstotheragingheatcoursingthroughme,thedesiretohaveDarcywithmeand
burieduptothehiltinsidemeashe'dbeeninthehottub.

Ontherideintotheofficemymindwasrunningthroughallthepossiblescenariosofwhyhekeptme
gaggedforthejourneybackintothecity.Thatnigglinginsecuresideofmesaiditwasthathewastiredof
mycoynessbutIknowthat'snotreallythecase.

Himtakingmetotheplayroom,thewayhelikestotiemeup,tellsmewhatI'vealwaysknown.Myboss
likestomaintaincontrolandbeincharge.IguessI'mfinewiththatbecausewithitcomesrespectsand
careforme,bothashisemployeeandashiswoman.

Ifthat'swhatIam.

Maybehewasevadingtheprospectoftoomanyquestionsafterwespentthewholenighttogether.Me
wonderingwhatthisallmeans.Wheredowegofromhere.TheideathatI'matempinhisbedroomistoo
horrible.

“HaveyouseenDarcythismorning?”AlanaisaskingSimon'sassistant,Candace,whenIgotogetmy
bosshiscoffee.“He'svirtuallyskippingaroundtheoffice.”

“Inoticedthatawhileback.Something'sdefinitelystokinghisfire.Orsomeone.”

Theynoticemeatthecounterandlookaway,knowingtheyshouldn’tbegossipingabouttheboss.

“Howfarback?”Iaskdirectly,assertingmyselfastheolderboss'srighthand.

“What?”Candacesnaps.

“Yousaidyounoticedawhileback.HowlongwouldyousayDarcy'sbeenupbeat?”

“Hmm,let'ssee.”

“IthinkitstartedwhileyouwereawayMabel,”shesayswithasmuggrin.

She'salwaysbeencompetitivewithmealthoughI’venevergivenheranyreason.

“Don'tyouagree,Alana?”sheturnstotheotherwomanforapproval.

“Yeah.”Alanaseeswhat'sgoingon.“Itwaswhileyouwereonvacationandthetempwashere.”

“Great,”Isayandwalkoutoftheroombeforetheynoticemyannoyance.

Theymanagedtogettome.Theywon'tgettohavethesatisfactionthough.

ItakeDarcyhiscoffeeandhelooksupatmewithagrinthatIpretendnottonotice.WhenIgetbackto
mydeskIrealizehowchildishI'mbeingandstanduptogobackinandtellhimhowI'mfeeling.It's
irrationalbutit'snigglingatme,thegaggingthingandIneedhimtoreassureme.

IbrushmyselfdownandasIturn,comefacetofacewithaveryprettygirl,afewyearsyoungerthanme.I
knowforsureshedoesn’tworkatEglintonEnterprise.

“MayIhelpyou?”Iinquire.

“IsDarcyhere,”sheaskswithanoverfamiliartonethatmakesmesureshe'seitherhissisteroranex.

“Doyouhaveanappointment?”

Shegiggleswithashrugasthoughtosay'whywouldIneedone?'causingmyhearttoplummet.

“I'mSophie.”

SheannouncesherselflikeIoughttoknowher.

“Yes?”

“Iwasherelastweek.Fillingin.Ileftsomethinginmydesk.”

“Mydesk,”Isnap.

Thismustbethetemp.Andtheowneroftheredunderwear.

“Okay,whatever.I'lljustgoin,”shesays.

“I'mafraidthatwon'tbepossible.MrEglintonleftinstructionsthatheisnottobedisturbed.”

“Ithinkhe'llwanttobedisturbedforthis.”Sheglidesherhandsdownherself.“Andhedoeshave
somethingthatbelongstome.”

“Actuallyhedoesn't.”Irepressasnarlandmaintaincomposuresomehow.“Yourpropertywasdisposed
of.”

Thegirlmakesamoveasthoughshe'llheadintotheboss'sofficeregardlessbutI'mnotabouttobe
dissed.Itakeonestepoutandblockherpathwithahipcheck.Hereyesbatuptomeetmineandshesees
Imeanbusiness.

IfDarcyprefersherhecanhaveher.Idon'twantanymanthatwouldratherbewithsomeonelikeher.It
soundsmean,butit'sthetruth.Ihavemyselfrespect.ButIintendtoaskhimfirst.We'restrongenough
togethertotalkthisthrough.Iknowhe'lltellmestraightwhetherhefuckedhistempafewdaysbeforehe
hookedupwithme.

AlookcrossesSophie'sfacelikeshe'sabouttogetintoacatfightbutoneglanceatmeletsherknowshe'd
betternotstartsomethingshecan'tfinish.I'mheretoprotectmybossandI'llfighttwiceashardforhim
nowthathe'smyman.

ThegirlturnsandwalksbacktowardreceptionsoslowlyI'mtemptedtocallsecurity.Sheloitersata
deskortwoonthewaytryingtostartachat,butnooneseemstorememberher.Afterabriefgreeting
there'snothinglefttosayandshehastomoveon.Assoonasshedisappears,IheadstraighttoDarcy's
door,knocksharplyandwalkrightin.

HelooksupwithagrinandI'mnotsurewhetherhewitnessedthataltercationatmydesk.Whetherhesaw
medefendmypositionashiswitheverythingIhave.Iblurtoutmyquestionwithoutpreamble.

“Didyoufuckthattemplastweek?”

“What?Ofcoursenot.”

“Onlyherpantieswereinmydrawerandsheseemedtothinkyouhadputthemthere.”

“Comehere,”Darcysayswithoutrespondingtomyquestions.

I'mabouttorefusebuthe'stoodamnbeguiling.It'simpossiblenottocomplywitheverythinghedemands
ofme.

Iwalkaroundhisdeskandstandinfrontofhim.Thisclosetotheheatofhischest,mypussybeginsto
throbwildly.Needinghim,yearningforhim.It'sinsanehowmuchIwanthim.

“Sit.”

Iturntowalkbackaroundtomychairacrossfromhimbuthegrabsmyhandandpullsmedownintohis
lap.

“Someonewillsee,”Isqueal.

“Idon’tgiveafuck.I'veworkedhardenoughtobuildmycompanythatIcandowhatthefuckIwant.And
whatIwant,Mabel,isyou.I'vealwayswantedyou.Fromthefirstmomentyouwalkedinhereall
bustlingwithcompetence.IknewitbutIneverfullyrealizedituntilthedayIpickedyouupoutofthe
street.”

“SavedmefrombeingmoweddownbyFifthAvenuetrafficyoumean.”

“I'mtryingtotellyouthatIloveyou,MaBelle.I'vealwayslovedyou.”

Hecupsthebackofmyheadandpullsmymouthdownonhis.Thatadmissionalongwiththefrictionof
histhickthighundermyass,betweenmylegsismakingmewetterthanever.Imustbedrenchinghispants
legbuthe'sholdingmeimmobile.

“You'reminenow,”hesayswhenhebreaksthepassionatekiss,rightthereinhisoffice,inthemiddleof
theday.“Alwaysmineandonlymine.”

“Iwanttoknowaboutthattemp,”Iinsist,morepetulantthanImean,findingitdifficulttoimplythatI
don’ttrusthim.“Ineedtoknow.”

“Icouldn’teventellyouhername.Ididreceiveabizarretextthedayyoucameback,sayingsheleft
somethinginhertopdrawerandcouldIreturnit.”

“Anddidyou?Wantto?”

“DoIseemlikethedeliveryboy?”hegrowls.

“No.InfactIcan'timagineanyonelesslikeadeliveryboy.Amanthatbreaksintootherpeople'shouses
andusestheirplayroom.”

“Mabel,tellmethetruth.Didyoulikethatlastnight?Isthatsomethingyouwant?”

“Iwantyou,”Iassurehim.“Andyes,Iwantthatandwhateverelseyouwanttogiveme.”

“Includingthepublicexposure.”

Ifeelmycheeksgetalittlehotbuttheflushcontinuesintomypussyastheexcitementmounts.Inod.

“Yesbutmaybenotthebreakingandentering.Idon'tlikecourtrooms.”

“That'smyhouseMabel.”

Idon’tknowwhethertobelievehim.I'veneverheardhimmentionowningabeachhouse.I'dhavetaken
careofsomepaperworkaroundthat.

“Iboughtitasaninvestment,butasidefromamassivepartyinthesummerIrarelyuseit.”

“Whydidn’tyousayitwasyourhouselastnight?”

“BecauseIrememberyousayingyouwantedacozyplace.Iwantedtogiveyouthat,somewhereyou'dbe
happy.”

“Icouldbehappyanywheresolongasyou'retheretoo.”

“Soyouthinkyoucouldstandtolivewithmethere?Whenwearen’tinthecitythatis?”

“Youwantmetolivewithyou?”

Ican'tbelievewhatI'mhearing.ItseemsthedeliriummusthavetakenovermyheadsothatI'mimagining
things.

“Iknowit'squickbut-”

“Yes.”Itellhiminstantly,withouthavingtoconsiderforevenonesecond.“Iwanttolivewithyou
madly.”

“I'mveryhappytohearthat,baby.”

OnesideofhismouthturnsupinthedemonicgrinthatmeansI'mabouttobeorderedtotakemypanties
downandbendoverhislap.

“Butinterruptingmelikethatisgoingtonetyouapunishment.”

Icanhardlywait.

Epilogue

Sixmonthslater

Darcy

MabelandIlefttheofficeearlythatdaysheagreedtolivewithme.Wewenttomypersonalelevatorand
therewereacoupleofoddlooksfromotherstaff.Notthatitwasunusualformysecretarytoleavethe
officewithme,butIwasleadingher,withherhandheldtightinmine.Likeshewasnevergettingaway
nowthatIhadher.

Andbeforethedoorhadclosedonus,Idraggedherintomyembraceandcoveredhermouthtodevour
herwithmytongue.MaybeIwantedeveryonetoseeandspreadthenews.Gettheannouncementdoneand
overwith.MabelTrellisbelongstome.

ItookherhomeandsentCranetogetherthings.

“Ican'tjustabandonmyapartment,”sheinsisted.

“Cranecantakecareofeverything–whydoyouneedtobethere?”

Shelaughedandshookherheadatme.

“Myapartment,mylife,myresponsibility.”

“Ourapartment,ourlifeandmyresponsibility.”Icorrectedher.

IknowMabellikesherindependenceandtomanagethingsproperlybutshe'llhavetounderstandthatI
havefinalsay.AndthatI'mtakingcareofhernow.

“AreyouworriedI'llgetaway?”shejoked.

No.ThatmuchIhadnofearof.Butshe'sminenowandIdon'tlikeheroutofmysight.Fromthemoment
sheagreedsoeagerlytocomelivewithme,Iknewwe'dbetogetherforever.Nodoubtatall.Strange
howthathappens.Youmeetthewomanthat'srightforyouandyoujustknow.Whereaswomenseemto
needtotaketheirtimetobesureaboutaman.

SoIavoidedaskingMabelwhatIwantedtoaskandwashappytoletusliveasloversandbestfriends.
EventhougheverytimeIwasonmykneessuckingherjuicefromherswollenlittleclit,thequestionwas
pushingtogetoutalmostasrabidlyasmycockwashowlingtobeinsideher.

Wespenteveryweekendplayingatthebeachhousethissummer.Mabelstillpreferstheguesthouseover
themainlargerone.

“It'sclosertothesurfandwecansleepwiththewindowsopenonthesoundofthewavescrashing,”she
says.

Iknowthatreallyshefeelsit'scozierforthetwoofus.Soweopenupallthewindowsandlightafire,
thensheliesinmyarmsalleveningwhilewetalkaboutourlivestogether.

“I'mgladyou'rehappytobeathomewithme,”Itellher.“Youaren'tagirlthatwantstobeseenin
swankyrestaurantsandclubs.”

“Everytimeyoutakemeout,Iendupwishingwewerealone,”shesaysandIcanfeelthesmirkonher
faceagainstmychestwhereshe'srestinghercheek.

“You'reembarrassedtobeseenwithme,”Iteaseherrightback.

“OnlywhenI'mstarknakedandstrangerscometooclose.”

Ilaughandencirclemyarmstohughertight.

“Ican'tcomeupwithagiftforyouthatyoudon'talreadyhave,”shemoanedasmybirthdayapproached.

“Iknowwhatyoucangiveme,”Itoldher.

Withoutconsidering,sheimmediatelyreplied'“anything.”

“You'resure?”

“Absolutely.”

Hersmilewaveredwhenshenoticedmydemonicgrin.

OnthedayIgaveheragift.Wrappedinaboxwiththebowsshelovessomuch.Imadehergotodinner
wearingonlytheshortBurberrytrench-coat,beltedtightandapairofstockingsunderneath.Wewere
seatedsidebysideonthebenchbehindathreetiertrayofseafood.

“Openyourlegs,”Itoldher,oncethewaiterhadpouredmorechampagne.

Ifeltherthighslideagainstmineandreachedoverbeneaththewhitetableclothtostrokeherswollenclit,
pointingoutfromherspreadfolds.

“You'resoakingwet,baby,”IraspedintoherearasIscoopedthejuicesfromherpussymouthtoswirl
intohercrevasse.

Mabelquiveredbeneathmyfingersrubbingcirclesaroundherhardtriangle.Icouldfeeltheterrorrisein
herthatoneoftheotherdinerswouldnoticeherstartingtoconvulseatthetableasshecameapartunder
mytouch.HerbreathingbecamelaboredasIspedupthegyrationsaroundherslickfoldsandstroked
intermittentlyacrossherpulsatingclit.

WhenIfeltherclimaxgatheringundermyfingertipsandMabelgrippingtheedgeoftheseattostop
herselfthrashingandscreaming,Iraisedmyfreehandtocallthewaiterover.

“Yes,Sir,”hearrivedatourtableimmediately.

“Bringusanotherbottle.”

“Rightaway,Sir.”

WhileMabelquakedontheedgeofclimax,Itippedanoysterfromitsshellintomymouth,suckedoffthe
liquorontheflatofmytongue,thenremoveditandsliditbetweenMabel'sthighs.Ibrusheditalongthe
lengthofhershiveringslitthenshoveditinsideherpussy,makingherhitchasqueak.

Shegaspedhardandherorgasmalmosttippedovertheedge.ButstillIheldherback,pinchingherhard
point,untilthewaiterreturnedwiththechampagne.ThenIincreasedthepressureonherclitandshe
startedtotrembleuncontrollably.Iswirledinherdeliciousslickness,rubbingherfastersothatshe
couldn’trestrainherselfdespitethewaiteruntwistingthecageofthecorknotthreefeetaway.

Shegrabbedagiantcrablegfromthetrayandbitdownonit,almostgnashingatthebrightredshellas
sheclenchedandtwitchedandcameundoneatthesametimeasthecorkpoppedandthesparklingspume
pouredintoherglass.

“You'resofuckingperfect,MaBelle,”IsaidasIhandedheracoldfluteandkissedthetipofhernose.

Needlesstosaywhenwereachedthecarinthegarageafterdinner,Ituggedthebeltofhertrenchundone
andopenedupmybirthdaypresent.IpushedherbackontothehoodoftheOnyxandshovedherthighs
apartsoherpussy,stillsoakedandpinkfromtherestaurant,wasspreadtome.

ThenIcrouchedtomykneesandsuckedthelusciousoysteroutofherhole.Allcoveredwithmybaby
girl'ssweetnectar.Herarmsweresplayedacrossthecarandherheadtwistingfromsidetoside,already
needyformoreofwhatIgiveher.Shelookedsodelectable,nakedasidefromthestockings,herfabulous
bigtitsbouncingfree,Ipulledoutmycockandthrustintoherwhileshebeggedmetofuckherhard.

Mabel

ThedayImovedinwithDarcymylifechangedirrevocablyforever.I'dlovedhimforsolongbutInever
wouldhaveimaginedIcouldlivewithamanofsuchstrongdominance.Ialwaysconsideredmyselftoo
sensible,tooorganized,tolivealifeofbeingaplaything.Butweworksowelltogether,we'relikea
handinaglove,ascrewinitscasing.

AndsexwithDarcyisexplosive.Hehasthepaddedplayroomatthebeachhouseandanotherathis
Manhattanapartment.Hefrequentlyblindfoldsmeandtieseverylimbintoacontraptionthatholdsme
stillwhilehetorturesme.Inthebestpossibleway,thatis.Heliftsmeinchbyinchtoanoverwhelmingly
agonizingintensepleasurethenholdsmethereuntilIwanttodieratherthancontainmyexplosionoflust
onesecondlonger.

He’salsothemostromanticmanontheplanet.Bringingmebreakfastinbedontheweekend,complete
withchampagnemimosas.Darcydressedinonlyalow-slungpairofPJbottoms,hisVikingchestrippling
andflexingashecarriesinthetrayisasightthatgetsmyheartracingeverySunday.

“Let'sgoforawalk,”hetellsmeonenightwhenwe'reatthebeachhouse.

Iknowhefindsitweirdstayinginhisownguesthousebutlikesomanythings,hedoesitforme.Tomake
sureI'mcomfortableandtotallyhappy.I'massumingwe'regoinguptotheplayroomforasessiononthe
spankingbench.ButI'mmistaken.Darcywalksmedownthebeach,ourbaretoesinthesandandthesea
rollingoverthemwitheverywave.

“MabelIcan'twaitanylonger,”hetellsme,hisfingerscurlingaroundmine.

Myheartboundsintomythroatwhereitpoundsmercilessly,holdingbackmybreath.

“Youknowyou'regoingtobemineforever,solet'smakeitofficial.”

Hestopsandtakesbothmyhandsinhispalms.Everyporeisvibratingnowthatthismomentishereat
last.Icanhardlybelieveit'sreallyhappening.

“Sayyes,”hecommandsme,hiseyesgougingintomine.

“Ican'tsayyesuntilyouaskmeproperly,”Isaybetweengasps.Myeyesarealreadyfullofrelentless

tears.

“Youwantmetogetonmyknees?”heasks,withhisfilthylop-sidedgrin.

Anytimehe'skneelingbeforeme,it'stolapatmypussymouthandsendmethrougharoaringslewof
climaxesuntiljuicepoursacrosshisfaceandI'mscreamingIcan'ttakeanymore.

Inodfastandbitedownonmylip,incaseIcompletelyloseitbeforehegetsthrough.

Hedropstothesandonhispowerfulthighs,rightasawaverollsinandsoakshimtothegroinbuthe
doesn’tnoticeWithmyhandsinhis,thelightofthemoonmakinghiseyesglistenashelooksupatme.

“Mabel,mydarling,Iloveyoumorethananything.Youaremyworld,mysky.Willyoumarry-”

“Yes.”I'malreadyshoutingbeforemyheartrupturesandstopsmefromutteringaword.“Yes,yes.”

Ijumpupanddown,unabletocontainmydelight.

Darcyreachesintohispocketandpullsoutabox.Hetipsopenthelidandslipsadiamondasbigasan
eggyolkontomyfinger.It'sthemostamazingringI'veeverseen,butnothingisquitelikethelookof
adorationshininginhiseyes.

Hetugsmedownintohislapandwithspumesofwaterlickingaroundourlegs,heencirclesmeintohis
embrace,slamminghismouthovermineandsuckingmylip,mytongue,myexistenceintohismouth.
Owningeverypartofme.Forever.

“I'mdelightedyousaidyes,MaBelle,”hemurmursinarasp-filledvoiceacrossmywaitinglips.“But
youknowthere'sgoingtobepunishmentforinterruptingme.”

Icanhardlywait.Butfornowhedeepensthekissandrollsmeoverandoverinthesand,splashing
throughthesurf-lineuntilwe'rebothsoakedthrough.Thenhepicksmeupinhisholdandcarriesmeback
toourhome.

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