Pleasing the Boss

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Copyright© 2011 Emma Shortt

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PLEASING THE BOSS Office Seduction, 1 Emma Shortt

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Chapter One Pam: Never pick up random men, unless you’re sure they are actually random… Don’t you just hate it when you go out with someone and she abandons you? There I was sat on my barstool sipping down my won’t-admit-the-number beer, when I turned around and noticed Lucy was gone. Hooked up, no doubt, with the guy she’d been making fuck-me-now eyes at all night. Now don’t get me wrong, I was all in favor of getting laid; hell, I heartily encouraged it. But I kinda felt like it wouldn’t have hurt for her to tell her best friend that she’d scored. Let the poor girl, aka me, know why I was going to be left alone for the rest of the happy hour. I sighed—what else could I do?—and downed some more of my bottle, intent on leaving as soon as it was finished, never having been a fan of the whole girl-sat-alone-at-the-bar-come-get-me vibe. I could have left immediately of course, but I’d paid for the damn beer, too right I was going to polish it off. I’m cheap like that. I turned slightly on my stall to look over the bar and nodded to myself. Cheapness aside, it was getting late, and yeah it was a Saturday night, meaning no work for me tomorrow, but I still had a shitload of chores to do, and clearly I wasn’t the only one thinking of escape. The whole place was thinning now. It was that time of night. The last few couples accepting what they saw was pretty much what they were going to get, sucking it up, sometimes literally, and rolling with it.

I wasn’t in the bar to get laid, though. So I was exempt from the whole hook up dance going on around me. I was in the bar because Lucy, my work colleague and friend, insisted I needed cheering up. Yep, that same Lucy who’d since abandoned me. I needed cheering up apparently, because I was having a fat day. Her words, not mine. What actually happened was that I hit the scales this morning, saw the number, cringed and hit the treadmill. When Lucy came round to my apartment—to drop off some urgent work reports and borrow my blue dress—she saw me going at it hammer and tongs and insisted there were far better ways to shift a little weight. I was now officially ready to disagree. Sucking down an undisclosed number of beers did nothing to help the calorie count, and now I thought about it I suspected she was thinking more of her own personal kind of exercise, not mine. That was so Lucy though, and I totally should have gotten that by now. The woman took selfishness to whole new levels at times. Still, we were buds and you accept things like that about your friends even when they annoy you. It also got me out of the house. Which was important right now. I was going through a pretty precarious time at work and dwelling on it over a quart of ice cream helped no one. “You look like you could use some company.” I jumped, turned and eyed the guy to my right. The fact that he’d managed to sneak up on me was enough to tell me to high tail my ample ass home. I’d officially passed the zone. “No, I don’t.” “Your mouth says that but those eyes suggest otherwise, sugar.” God, how cheesy could you get? The lines alone weren’t so bad, but the smoldering look he was trying to send my way really clinched the cheddar. I suspected he’d practiced it in the mirror to get it, what he no doubt thought, was just right. “My eyes are saying the same as my mouth. No thanks.” He stepped closer and I was assailed with an overpowering whiff of cologne. Not the nice kind either. “Playing hard to get, huh?” Well yes, of course, because when a woman tells you she’s not interested twice she’s clearly playing hard to get. Nothing at all to do with the fact she’s not freaking interested. I forced a smile and shook my head.

“No. Just not interested. But thanks for coming over.” “I reckon I can get you interested fast enough.” Now don’t get me wrong I knew it took a fair bit of courage for a man to approach a woman, of course I did, especially one seated alone at the bar sending ‘fuck off’ signals to any man who dared. And because I knew this I always tried to be super nice when sending out the let down. But this guy really wasn’t getting that, so I clearly had to be blunt. “No you can’t. So fuck off.” He reeled back like I’d slapped him. The smoldering look was replaced by something that looked a tincy wincy bit pissed off. Great. “You bi—” What he was going to say I didn’t know, though I reckoned I could have taken a fairly good guess. But his words were cut off by the arm that snaked around my shoulder from the left. Rock hard and warm. “The lady told you to fuck off, mate. She’s with me.” Okay, slight lie but I wasn’t going to argue. I might be a pretty independent, gung ho, slap down kinda woman, but if some guy wanted to save me the hassle of dealing with an asshole I was hardly going to complain. “Is that right?” My rescuer growled, yes growled, and a shiver of something slithered down my spine. “You want to talk about this outside, because I’m quite happy to do that.” The cheddar guy muttered something intelligible, cast me a dark look, glared at Mr. Growl, and stalked off in the general direction of the juke box. The shiver gave another slither and I shifted slowly in my seat to get a good look at my would-be rescuer. I sort of wanted to draw it out a little, because the rock hard arm, the growl and the excitement now thrumming through me suggested that I was going to like what I saw. Why rush the revelation? But of course it simply does not take that long to swivel on a bar stool, and before a mere second had passed I was looking into a pair of scorching eyes and barely containing a squeak. My first thought was, dear God. My second was, dear God, and my third, and yes it screamed slut-tastic, feel free to judge, was, someone’s getting laid tonight.

Chapter Two Gabe: Some women just have it. I’d spotted her the moment she came into the bar with her friend. I think maybe it was the lush, coffee-colored hair hitting the middle of her back in waves, or maybe the freckles bridging across her nose, or hell, maybe it was the curves that filled her jeans so damn well. Regardless she was stunning and clearly I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed. From my vantage point by the pool table I could see plenty of men eyeing her in the exact same way I was. They watched, like I did, circled and waited. As soon as her friend sashayed across the room to hook up with a tattooed dude in the dance area they obviously decided to make their move. I had to give them points. She looked like the kind of woman who would not welcome a chat up line. Her whole attitude said, fuck the hell off and leave me alone—which made me wonder why she’d bothered coming to the bar in the first place. Roxy’s was a notorious pick up joint, and at this time of night couples were pairing up one after another. But then I hadn’t come to get laid either; I’d come to catch up with my business partner, the tattooed dude her friend was currently grinding against, so maybe it wasn’t that strange. Still, one guy had the stones and he sauntered over to her, rubbing his greasy hair back en route and thrusting his chest out. At first I thought she was going to go for him, because she smiled. That pissed the hell out of me. I’d been busy planning my own move, working out the angles and stuff. Yeah, as I said, I wasn’t in the bar to get laid, but I’d be stupid to pass up the chance with her. The woman was super hot. The kind of hot that made a man’s jaw drop and cock harden. Of course I was going to try my luck. I shot out of my seat and stalked over to the bar, wondering exactly how I was going to interrupt greasy-guy’s chat up spiel. I was immensely pleased when I heard her tell him to ‘fuck off’, and odd though it might sound, even more pleased when he didn’t. Here was my chance. I’d play the knight in shining armor. My arm snaked around her shoulders before I even really thought it through, and the moment my body made contact with hers

my dick pulsed. She smelled of vanilla and something else, something elementarily woman. “The lady told you to fuck off, mate. She’s with me.” Okay, slight lie but necessary, and the relief when she didn’t negate my words was immense. If anything she shifted slightly in her chair, curving her body into mine. I looked down and zeroed in on her tits. Fucking hell they were magnificent. A double D cup at least, and they strained against her simple white tee. I imagined them in my hands, lush and heavy. The nipples would be big I just knew it. Big tits, big nipples, it was often the way, and I envisioned their dusky richness running over my tongue. “Is that right?” So the guy wanted to be a prick? Fine by me. Though in truth I felt a bit stupid saying the next words. “You want to talk about this outside, because I’m quite happy to do that.” She shivered next to me and I wondered if my attempts to play the rescuer met with her approval. I had no deep desire to take greasy guy outside and teach him a lesson. He was five eight a most, several inches below my own height, and I had to have fifty pounds on him. I would, I had to admit, feel pretty bad about it. He snarled though before I could say anything else, shot her a nasty look, and walked away. I was relieved. It was just me and her now. She swiveled on her seat and I held my breath, excited to see her face close up. When she finally met my gaze excitement thrummed through my body, centering on my cock. She was stunning. There could be no other word for it. Her skin was like cream, sprinkled with freckles, her lips full, begging to be kissed, and she looked so fucking soft and sexy. I wanted her. Badly. More than I could remember wanting anyone in a long time. “Hey,” I said. She smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Hey.” The soft tones of her voice washed over me and I breathed in more of her womanly, vanilla scent. She looked me up and down, approval quite obvious in her eyes. She wanted me too—thank fuck— and relief settled across my shoulders. “I hope I’m not intruding,” I said, and she smiled. “Nope, you most definitely are not.”

It was then that I knew I’d have her, and she’d have me. That was just the way we were going to roll.

Chapter Three Pam: One Night Stands when drunk are never a good idea. A sensible woman would know this and behave accordingly, or so one would think… His name was Gabriel. I laughed when he told me because of course he couldn’t be a Kevin or a Nigel, not with those guns. His hair was a deep, run my fingers through it black, his eyes, an eat-‘emup chocolate brown, and his face Mills and Boon cover style fantastic. Only the new style covers, harder, dirtier, meaner. All in all he was enough to make any woman swoon one moment and cum in her pants the next. Truthfully I doubted I’d ever met anyone even half as hot, even when completely sober. “I’m Pam,” I said. He shot me a hose me down smile, removed his arm from round my shoulders and took the seat next to me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Pam.” His voice was deep, resonant and I shivered as I imagined it whispering filth in my ear. “Likewise.” Now I wasn’t generally a slut. I didn’t generally sleep around. But what did generally really mean in the grand scheme of things? I worked hard, I paid my taxes, and I recycled. If, now and then, I craved a man between my legs did that make me a whore? And if so was that such a bad thing? My last boyfriend had been four years ago, and I was at the point of wearing my vibrators down on a regular basis. No I hadn’t come to the bar to get laid, not at all, but if it was there on a God damn plate, practically begging me to take it, well… “I hope you don’t object to my interference,” he said, interrupting my self justifications. “I just can’t stand to see a guy trying to paw a woman who’s clearly not interested.” I tilted my head and considered. “How did you know I wasn’t interested?” He laughed. “Shit, you’ve caught me out there. I’m going to have to confess the truth. I was watching you from over there.” He waved in the direction of the pool table. “I’ve been watching you for a while.”

“That sounds a bit creepy.” It didn’t actually but I was getting my flirt on. “No it’d be creepy if I just watched. But I was always planning to come over and say hi. Making my move.” “Your move?” He smiled and leaned forward. Our faces were mere inches apart and heat shot down from the tip of my nose all the way to my clit. It buzzed and tingled and I so wanted it to be touched, stroked, licked… hell, I’d take a quick swipe right about now. “Yep. My move.” “And what does this move entail?” I asked. “Well, pretty much this,” he said. “Come over, introduce myself and go from there.” I smiled and took the final swig of my beer. “I feel like you haven’t really thought it out, Gabriel. A clear lack of planning.” “Oh, I’ve thought about it plenty.” His words were laced with seduction and I swallowed unsteadily. My palms were clammy, my jeans suddenly felt way too tight and I had that wonderful feeling in the pit of my stomach. You know the feeling that comes when you meet someone you really fancy? Someone who stokes your desire without even freaking trying? Well it was there, nudging me and tempting me, and filling me with duurrrrty thoughts. “You seem like a thorough kinda guy,” I said, my voice shaky even to me. He winked. “Most definitely.” Dear God. We’d just met. Minutes ago if that, but already the chemistry was there, pulsing between us. I wanted him. He wanted me and we could play it two ways. Either I could give him my number and wait for him to call me up for a date, which would no doubt, end with us doing the durty. Or we could skip all that and go back to my place and fuck each others brains out now. Saving many days of frustration and scratching the itch immediately. I knew which of the two options I preferred, and by default of the fact he was a guy, I was fairly sure I knew which he preferred. “You ready to go?” He asked. I smiled. Yep, default, and I was so ready.

Chapter Four Gabe: You play it hard or you play it soft, but you always play it right. We snogged in the taxi. Like two fucking teenagers. It wasn’t something I’d usually do, it smacked of immaturity, but when we settled in our seats, and she turned to me, I saw the desire in her eyes and I was undone. I pulled her to me, hands spanning her waist, titled her head with mine and touched my lips to hers. They were unbelievably soft and giving, and before I could remember that we were in the back of a taxi, I slipped my tongue in to dance with hers and that was that, we were away. I tasted beer on her lips and knew she probably tasted the same on mine. I was far from drunk, but it was kind of obvious to me now that she was a wee bit tipsy. For one moment I wondered if that meant I was taking advantage of her, but the passion I felt when she consumed my mouth in hers, put paid to those worries. She wanted me, I wanted her. Fuck, the taxi really needed to move quickly. She tangled her hands in my hair and I did the same. Our lips moved in tandem and the pain in my pants was palpable. I was rock hard and I wanted her so bad. Every sign suggested I was going to get her, but at the same time I knew I had to play it right. For all I knew— though I suspected not—we might get where ever we were going and drink coffee or chat, and though I’d be climbing the walls in frustration I’d take it in my stride. I’d have to, already in my mind this was not going to be a one night stand, I’d be fucking grateful for whatever she was going to give me and wait till she gave me more. The kiss deepened and she bit lightly on my lower lip. Pleasure slithered to the base of my spine, circled around my body and pulsed through my dick. Dear God. It was only when the taxi driver coughed, braked at a red light, and coughed again that I thought to pull away. “Sorry,” I whispered, though I wasn’t. She laughed softly. “No, it was my fault.” “I should be more of the gentleman.” She laughed again, throaty and deep. “It’s not gentleman like behavior I want from you tonight, Gabriel.”

Jesus Christ. “You sure?” I asked. “Yeah.” I turned us in the seat so that she was cradled against the side of my body. Her breasts brushed against my chest and I couldn’t stop myself from looking down and drinking my fill. Although the taxi was dark, light shined in from the various businesses and street lights we passed. It created an almost strobe effect on her chest and it was all I could do not to groan. They were so heavy and so lush, and I was desperate to get my hands around them. To feel them filling my palms, to tweak the nipples and run my tongue against them. “Pam, where are we going?” I asked. “My place.” “Which is where?” She pointed out of the window at a building in the distance. I was surprised it was so close. Not far in fact from my new office block. “For coffee of course,” I said. She looked up at me and I nodded my head in the direction of the driver. She smiled and bit down on her lip. “Yes. Coffee, Gabriel.” Amusement bubbled between us but beneath that was the desire. The swift, almost shocking desire. I pulled through my memories, trying to figure out if I’d ever been hit with it so quickly before. I’d had my fair share of women over the years, three long term girlfriends, and a whole load of lovers, but I couldn’t remember wanting them quite this badly in the first hour. Pam stoked my desire to shocking levels and I couldn’t wait to see of the reality was going to live up to the expectations. I had a feeling it would.

Chapter Five Pam: A one night stand can equal mediocre sex, just not with a guy called Gabriel. I took him back to my place. That made sense in my slightly drunk, very lust addled brain. The key barely turned in the lock before we were on each other. Tongues brushing, lips moving, hands exploring. He kicked the door shut with his heavy boot and lifted me in one. My legs wrapped around his waist and I swear to God he would have been able to feel the heat of my pussy through both our layers of denim. “You’re definitely sure about this?” he asked. I nodded, because damn, I was so sure. “Are you?” He laughed, squeezed my ass cheeks and looked around the hallway. “Where?” I pointed him in the direction of my bedroom and once again he did the whole door kicking thing. Mere moments later he deposited me on my shamefully unmade bed and eyed me in a way that screamed his next meal. I was wet. So wet it was painful. My pussy ached in so many places, begging to be filled. I didn’t even give a shit that the room was in a complete state. The piles of clothes were unimportant as were the dirty coffee mugs and piles of work papers. “I’m going to fuck you senseless,” he said and I nodded enthusiastically. He stood in front of me in all his six foot something glory and began to strip. I watched wide eyed and unbelievably aroused as he removed his jacket, then his tee. The abs he exposed to my desperate gaze were enough to make the Madonna weep and I reached out from my position on the bed to run a hand over their hard planes. I’d rarely seen abs so well defined, the tan skin stretched across them. I swallowed dryly when he reached for his belt buckle, and swallowed again as he undid the button. Please, please, please don’t be disappointing I silently begged. Because that would so be my luck. An amazingly attractive guy muscled in all the right places… but one.

But no. He dropped the denim and I let out a slight, ooohhh, because he was commando and I could see immediately that there was absolutely nothing for me to complain about. His cock was long and thick. The end about the size of a large plum and already glistening with pre-cum. More than that though it looked freaking delicious. The shaft all tanned and hard, and seemingly going on for so long before disappearing into his thick dark curls. I licked my lips and moved forward to take him but he shook his head, bent slightly to remove his boots and jeans completely, and straightened. I watched him hungrily, taking everything in. The plane of his stomach, the firmness of his muscular thighs, the broadness of his chest. He was sex on a stick and I wanted to lick him all night fucking long. “Your turn,” he said as he threw a condom on the bed, took his magnificent dick in his hand and began to pump it. Slow strokes at first, up and down teasingly. His big hand around his big cock, showing me exactly where my pussy muscles would be squeezing very soon. I lifted my own tee over my head in one move, unclasped my bra and threw them both aside. He nodded when he saw my breasts and my nipples bulleted immediately. “Perfect,” he said, and with his free hand he reached out, took one heavy breast and began to squeeze it. “Just as I knew they would be.” I arched my back to encourage the contact even as my hands found the waistband of my jeans. I undid them quickly, desperate to feel his hands all over me. “Wait.” He let go of his cock and took the other breast. Both fell into his palms, heavy and lush with need. He squeezed them and kneaded them and I moaned at his touch. “They’re magnificent,” he said and I couldn’t help but preen a little. I loved my breasts; they were my best assets by far. A double D cup yet still perky and beyond sensitive. Forget the slightly chunky thighs and wobbly bits, the breasts totally had it going on. “I want to lick and nibble them for hours,” Gabriel continued. “But I need to fuck you right now. I’m aching for you.”

He pushed me back on the bed so that I was lying ready for him, then he dragged my jeans over my hips and down my legs. My ballet pumps fell to the floor with them and he nodded again at the scrap of lace covering me. “Let me see that pussy.” I shimmied my pants down my hips and he pulled them from knee to ankle. Once free of them I let my thighs open completely, exposing myself to his hungry eyes. “I need you inside,” I said. “It aches so bad.” He ran his hands up and down my thighs. Skimming so close but never close enough. I literally trembled from his touch and arched my hips again to encourage him. “I want to eat you,” he said. “I want to suck and lick that pussy until you drench me.” I nodded a hell yeah. I adored filthy bed talk and had long lamented the fact my ex didn’t seem to get it. Call me a bad girl I’d say, tell me I need spanking. Suffice as to say he never did. “But first,” Gabriel continued. “I’m going to make you come all over my cock, then I’ll lick your cum from you again and again.” It was physically impossible for me to get any wetter. I was drenched through and freaking through. “Fuck me, Gabriel,” I begged. “Pam, I can promise by the time I’m through with you’ll be thoroughly fucked.” And damn was he true to his word.

Chapter Six Gabe: When a woman asks you to fuck her senseless you damn well better make sure you do. I felt like a kid at Christmas unsure what present to go for first. Pam lay beneath me, naked as the day she was born and I could barely contain my excitement. She was as womanly as I’d suspected, all soft curves and hard nipples. I let my gaze travel from her flushed face, to the tips of her breasts, across the flat planes of her stomach and over her curls. I was desperate to bury myself in them but I knew that my stamina was going to take a real test tonight and the more foreplay I gave her the better chance I had of ensuring her satisfaction before I took mine. But where to go first? The breasts my mind said, have the breasts, and I was helpless to argue. Slowly I settled myself in between her thighs, bent until my head was level with them, and took them into my hands. They spilled over my grip and I groaned. They were heavy and lush and so fucking soft. I kneaded them gently, speeding up only when she begged me to. “My nipples, Gabriel,” she said. I complied with her demand, taking one of each into a hand and tweaking them between my thumb and finger. “Oh, God yes.” “You like that?” “You know I do.” Her voice was soft and breathy and my cock pulsed. I could wait no longer and took one nipple into my mouth. It ran along my tongue, hard and firm, and I swear I almost came in one. I sucked it in, dragging it against the roof of my mouth whilst my tongue swept across it from below. She shuddered and clenched her thighs around my body. “Gabe, you are going to need to fuck me,” she said. “Like now.” “You don’t want me to tease you?” “Tease me with your cock.” I laughed and moved my body over hers until she was pinned below me. I loved her dirty talk, her demanding nature. It suited me perfectly.

“Where the fuck did the condom go?” She laughed and took my lips, nibbling her way across the bottom one. Dizziness hit me and my dick prodded her pussy. I knew with one quick thrust I’d be inside her, exactly where I wanted to be. But though my head was all over the place, my desire sweeping away pretty much all my sense, enough remained for me to know that I had to protect us both. Babies were not on the horizon. “Serious, Pam,” I said. “I need the condom now.” We both patted the bed until the foil package was ripped open and I sheathed myself. The condom didn’t cover me completely, I’d always been blessed with my size, but it covered enough, and good job, I could already see the pre cum glistening on the head. “Come inside me,” Pam whispered. “Make me scream.” “You’ll scream all fucking night, Pam.” Elbows either side of her I plunged my cock in. Jesus Christ. She was wet and warm and tight. So tight I could feel her pussy muscles clenching me until I pushed to the limit. “Yes, Gabriel, yes,” she said, and I thrust again. “I want you to come around my cock, Pam,” I groaned. “Let me lick your juices up.” She shivered and moved against me, and it was just as I thought, she liked being talked dirty too. It aroused her. “Come one, dirty girl. Let that pussy milk me.” “Harder,” she demanded. I thrust again, and again, speeding up as fast as I could, plunging in and out of her tight wetness. Pressure built inside me and I gritted my teeth against it. I had to hold the fuck on. I had to. “Harder,” she screamed. “Please, Gabriel, harder.” I literally impaled her on my dick, giving her everything I had, and I was rewarded almost immediately. She cried out, her body arching, her pussy muscles tightening and fluttering against my cock. Her fingernails dug into my shoulder muscles and I relished the pain, thrusting over and over until she shuddered beneath me. “Stop, stop,” she begged after a moment, and I pulled out, running my tongue along her sweat glistened skin. I made my way down her body, tongue trailing over her breasts, down her stomach and across her hips. Finally I found her curls, leaned in and smelled her desire. My cock pulsed and I groaned.

Surely I couldn’t come yet, surely. I couldn’t shame myself with a ten minute fucking session! There was only one thing for it. Only one way to keep some semblance of control. I buried my face in her pussy… and stayed there for the next half hour.

Chapter Seven Pam: One night stands rarely call. Fact. But sometimes you want them to. I woke to a pounding in my head and a pounding between my legs. The head one screamed, painkillers right fucking now. The pussy one screamed, yes, you’ve been serviced properly. I would have lain in bed relishing the second, but the first propelled me up to seek some sort of relief. Three capsules later, a pint of water and I headed back to my bed. The room smelled of sex and I both smiled and sighed as I breathed it in. The smile because it had been so good. The sigh because I’d one night standed, and whilst I had absolutely no problem with getting my slut on now and then, I always felt slightly funny about it the next day. I lay back down on the bed, wrapping the duvet tightly around myself and waited for the painkillers to start doing their job. Waiting wasn’t such a good idea though because it just left me with so much time to think. My first thought was, shit, look at the state of my room. It was bloody filthy. Not exactly domestic goddess material in my best moments I was still shocked to see how bad it looked in the cold light of day. I wondered what Gabriel had thought of it and groaned. In my, bring the hottest man home fantasy, my room was always perfect. Clean fresh bed sheets, flowers on the dresser, curtains blowing slightly in the breeze… Gabriel though had been confronted with dirty panties and piles of work papers. I could only hope the sex had fried his brains enough for him to overlook it all. Because it had been good sex, hell had it. My mind instantly skipped across to the filthy things we’d done a mere handful of hours ago and I squirmed in my duvet as I remembered them. Gabriel’s magnificent dick, the hard muscles all over his body, the way he shook as his first orgasm took him. I shuddered and despite my throbbing head ran a hand down my body and in between my legs. It was ridiculous really, after so many hours of fantastic pounding I should have felt satisfied. Only I didn’t. I wanted more.

The ache that had started the moment Gabriel undressed was now amplified. My pussy wanted to be filled. With Gabriel’s cock. I sighed and ran a finger over my clitoris, it responded by drenching me with juice, encouraging me to dip inside myself. I thought of Gabriel beneath me as I rode him hard and fast. Taking his thick length inside me over and over again until both he and I moaned in satisfaction. I came quickly and was almost disappointed by the pleasure my body gave me. My slim fingers were not enough for it though, not after last night. Damn. Damn. Damn. It was clearly time to purchase a new vibrator. Mr. Glitter had given up on me over a fortnight ago. Dying with a jerky shudder as I was moments, like fucking moments, from an explosive orgasm. I’d glared at it as I threw it in the trash can and resolved not to bother buying another, but after last night I had little choice. It happened that way sometimes. One night stands could either be a nice experience that you remembered, forgot and went back to self pleasuring without so much as murmur, or they reawakened you, and you felt almost cheated that you had to fuck yourself again. I knew my night with Gabriel was going to be one of those reawakenings. My body had tasted real pleasure and it wanted more. Only it wasn’t going to get it was it? Because it totally hadn’t escaped my notice that Gabriel was nowhere to be seen. I wondered what time he’d left, whether he’d snuck out the house like a thief, or I’d been too sated to hear him. It made no difference either way of course. He was gone and I was a one night stand slut. Hooray! My stomach rumbled, pulling me from my morose thoughts, and I realized I needed food. Wrapped in my duvet I hobbled my way into the kitchen. My head grumbling at the action, my thighs still drenched from my self-induced orgasm. A quick look through my fridge produced a bowl full of spaghetti and some pepperoni. I assembled my make shift meal, grabbed a can of soda and hobbled back into the bedroom—the duvet trying to trip me up with every step. Once settled back in the bed, food in front of me, soda at the ready, I hunted on the side table for my iPod, thinking to lull myself

back to sleep after my feast with some Never Shout Never. I pushed aside books and coffee mugs until I found the edge of my lime green companion, only it was stuck under a huge pile of papers. I pulled it and of course the papers toppled, fanning onto the floor with a flourish. I cursed once and then again. Could I really be bothered to pick them up? But then something on the very top paper—halfway across the room now—caught my eye and I stilled. Excitement shot through me almost banishing the headache completely and I jumped up to grab the paper. I picked it up with, admittedly, slightly shaky hands, and looked it over. It was one of my work reports, the company logo, Ixon, emblazoned across the front in shiny red letters. Under the logo were words it took a moment to read and process, and I both frowned and smiled—yeah, it totally is possible to do both. Looks like I’ll be seeing you a lot sooner than you think. Until then, gorgeous, Gabriel. And what the hell that meant I had no bloody idea.

Chapter Eight Gabe: Sometimes events in life align themselves in such a way you have to think it’s more than just a coincidence. You start thinking that maybe someone is trying to tell you something… I felt like a total shit running out on her in the middle of the night, but I had no choice. She’d blown my mind, and yeah I know that’s a stupid expression, but in this case it fit. I’d awoken to see her curled up against me, face flushed in sleep, hair spread out across me. I’d paused and looked down at her, a strange feeling filling my chest, before my dick hardened and prodded her side. The temptation to wake her was overwhelming. I wanted to settle between her thighs and fuck her slowly, just like the last time, but I suspected she was probably sore, and in truth I was exhausted. The cock was certainly willing but the rest of me begged for sleep. I slipped out of bed, found my clothes and dressed silently, my muscles ached in a completely pleasurable way and I growled my satisfaction. Once dressed I started looking around for something to write on. There was no question in my mind that I’d see her again, and I hoped that my performance tonight was enough to convince her to see me. I imagined taking her out on a date, seeing her dressed in a flirty little dress. Dinner maybe, dancing, a movie. There was no end to the things we could do and I looked forward already to the possibilities. And the sex… I imagined burying myself between her luscious thighs night after night. Feeling her pussy milking me over and over again and I shuddered. I’d known almost immediately that there was more to her than a one night stand, and when she mumbled something in her sleep, turned and ran a hand across the spot I’d just been sleeping on, I knew it for certain. Her face scrunched into a frown and I wondered if it was because subconsciously she knew I’d already left. Was that possible? For one moment I thought about getting undressed and back into bed with her, it was for just a moment though because I knew I needed a little space. I’d had plenty of women in my time and none had given me the pleasure Pam had, so I wasn’t sure what to make of it. It was more than just a good fuck, more than a quick romp. I’d

felt–– tender?–– towards her. I’d wanted to give her pleasure, wanted to see her eyes cloud with desire. And whilst I always tried to satisfy the women I fucked, it had never felt so intense before. So important to me that they enjoyed everything I had to give. It was slightly fucking scary. So, no, it probably wasn’t a good idea to get back into bed with her. Some space was in order first and then I’d contact her. Once I got my head round everything we could go out. That was definitely the right way to go about it. I rifled over her side tables looking for a paper and a pen and was suddenly struck by the fact that Pam was not exactly wife material. Her bedroom was beyond messy and I only just contained a laugh. Coffee cups piled everywhere, clothes on every available surface, not to mention piles of papers. I snagged a pen underneath a pair of lacy, red panties and grabbed the top piece of paper from the pile next to the bed. She’d surely see it right there when she woke up. I wondered what to write, but before I could decide, I noticed the logo emblazoned across the report and sucked in a shocked breath. Pam mumbled at the sound and tuned onto her back, hands splayed on the pillows. I paused and waited until her breathing evened out again before I looked over the report. Pamela Hunt. Head of Research. Of course it had to be, didn’t it? I didn’t even know why I was surprised. Fate liked to work her magic and leave you reeling when she did. My brain computed the possibilities in one quick instant and I knew then exactly what was going to happen. A smile of deep satisfaction creased my face, the possibilities filling me. Monday suddenly seemed like a damn long time away.

Chapter Nine Pam: Sometimes the unexpected happens, like a miraculous five pound weight loss even though you’ve been chugging the chocolate. Monday morning was… well, Monday morning. Which meant I snoozed my alarm far too many times and had to rush around like a mad woman to get ready in time. I’d forgotten to do any laundry and I was down to my very last suit. The one I never liked wearing because it made me look like some sort of dominatrix secretary. Black pencil skirt, far too tight following my slight pound creepage. White shirt, also far too tight. Black waistcoat, that pushed my double D cups into the sort of cleavage that could swallow whole kittens. And of course such an outfit could not be finished with flats, oh no, it demanded high heels—which meant come five this evening my feet would be screaming for mercy. Still it was that or jeans, and my work didn’t quite get the concept of a dress down day. Though that might change soon enough. It all depended of course on the new boss. I sighed as I slipped into my four inch, patent leather, fuck me shoes, pausing for just a moment to align the shiny bows on the ankle. Work had been shitty of late for several reasons. The prime one being that my old boss, Marissa, had decided to sell up, get married, drop several babies, and move to the country. Great for her, but not so great for the staff waiting to see who the next overlord would be. Marissa, whilst admittedly a bit of a prig, had been pretty fab. She’d given me free reign in the research department and I loved it. Who knew if I’d get the same leeway from the new owners? Still, life was always about change, which was what I told myself as I clacked my way down the road to the offices. I was fairly lucky I lived quite close to my workplace, and it only took me ten minutes to make my way there. Thank God, any longer and my feet would be screaming. The office was in a bit of a tizz when I arrived just after eight. Lani, the office manager barreled past holding several stacks of files in her arms, a Blackberry perched on top, and a breakfast smoothie cup pressed against her chest with the straw in her gob, sucking the thick gloop up.

“Hi Lani.” The straw was pushed out, a frantic look sent in my direction. “What time do you call this, Pam?” I eyed the clock and shrugged. “Eightish?” “You know Janson’s coming today.” I groaned. Janson was one of the two partners who’d brought our firm. From the staff briefing Marissa had given us before she sailed off into pastures new, only one of the two men would be managing us. The other would stay with their other business. “Yeah, of course. But he’s not going to be here before nine.” “I’ve been here since six. The place was a total fucking shit hole. I swear to God, why is it so difficult to pick up a fucking coffee cup, eh?” I sighed. Once Lani got her moan on there was no stopping her. “Yeah. The men in this office are gross.” “The men? The men?” Lani growled, took another swig of her smoothie, and eyed me from head to toe. “Your desk was disgusting. There was a coffee cup on there from last week. I know it was from then because I’ve been looking for the pin polka dot mug since Tuesday. It had a ring of moldy milk on it.” “That’s why we pay a cleaner.” “The lazy bitch called in sick!” “Oh.” “Yes. Oh. And what’s with the prostitute secretary look?” I sighed and looked down my body, well my cleavage—I couldn’t quite get past that. “Only thing I had clean.” “Geez, Pam, you’re going to make some man an amazing wife one day.” “Ain’t that the truth!” The other departments were equally as frantic. We weren’t exactly huge, just four departments, marketing, research, strategy and finance, all in all about a hundred and twenty odd staff, but you’d have thought there were several hundred with all the running around and moving things. Not to mention the clicking of keyboards and shuffling of papers. I made my way into my own department area and watched in amusement as my own staff, nine of eleven in before 10 a.m. for once, whipped around the place clearing up.

“Lani’s looking for you. She’s on the warpath.” This came from Jane, my PA. “Saw her already.” “If you let me sort your desk out we wouldn’t have this issue.” “You’re a PA, Jane, not a slave. Your job is not to run around after me, how many times have I told you that?” Jane shrugged but I saw a smile creep over her face. I’d started my own career as a PA to the head of a social research department and the guy had been a complete bastard. He’d expected me to pick up his dry cleaning, make him coffee, all but rub his fucking feet. The day I took the position of head of research at Ixon I promised myself I would treat my own PA properly. If she made coffee and grabbed me a cup, great, but I often did the same for her, and I never dry cleaned my clothes—did I mention I’m cheap?—so that was not an issue. “Do you know what time he’s arriving?” Jane asked. “Nine, I guess.” “He’ll want to shake thing up,” she continued. “That wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing though. Half the strategy department couldn’t find their way into an orgy, dick in hands, even if they wanted to.” I gacked slightly at the image her words produced. “He’ll have a hard time shaking us up. Our department’s fantastic. We’re streamlined and efficient.” “Lucy might not be so lucky.” I nodded slowly and dropped my bag onto my desk. Our office was open plan, which I loved, and my desk sat at the point in a sort of wedge of desks. “Luce’ll make it come good. She always does.” Lucy had called me Sunday night to fill me in on the guy she’d gone home with, and berate me for abandoning me. I’d listened and nodded but something had stopped me spilling the details of my own one night spectacular. It was stupid but I didn’t want to discuss Gabriel with her. Usually we shared all our dating highs and lows so it was unusual that I’d held back. What it meant I didn’t really know. And Jane had a point about the marketing department. Lucy was in charge of it and her common sense was sadly lacking. She’d blown through her yearly budget in a few months and was even now trying to balance the books. She was hugely creative though, Marissa had tolerated her for that very reason. Would the new boss?

Dave, one of the analysts, came running into the office then, interrupting my worries about my best friend. “He’s here! Mr. Janson’s here.” I shook my head, adjusted my boobs and sighed. “Call him Janson, Dave. Geez, we don’t do the Mister thing round here. Except Giles, of course, but you know what I mean.” “He’s coming straight here.” “Well, yeah, his offices are right next to ours.” “No,” Dave replied, shaking his head. It occurred to me again that it really was time he got a haircut. His wild curls, though beautiful, were reaching shoulder length again. “He asked Lani where the research department was and whether you were in yet.” “Huh?” I sorta squeaked the word out and looked around my area. The staff were all sitting now, gaping at me. “Me?” “Yeah.” “Right…. Okay…” I had no idea why he’d be gunning for me right off the bat. My department was in excellent shape. “Well let’s see you all busy then, make a good impression.” The gapes disappeared to be replaced by looks of concentration and my staff began typing away at their spreadsheets and data mining tools. I was pleased to see we looked efficient and hard working. I sat myself down behind my own desk and was glad to see that Jane had already logged me into my computer, opened Outlook and two Excel sheets. I smiled slightly and nodded to Dave. “Sit down, then. I’m sure you’ve got lots to do.” He ran a hand through his locks and took his place at his desk. I noticed he didn’t turn our hot-pink office iPod on. “Why would he be coming to see you?” Jane asked from her desk next to mine. And I shrugged, that very same thought whizzing through my brain. “I—” My words died then, though in truth I had no explanation to give, because the department area door opened and stood in its frame was Janson. My new boss. I ran my eyes over him taking in the charcoal black suit, stretched tight across his body, and the look in his chocolate eyes. My breath hitched, my nipples hardened and in an instant my pussy drenched my pants. Janson was Gabriel.

Chapter Ten Gabe: Being the boss is not always to one’s advantage… unless it’s in the bedroom The office manager, Lani, met me at reception. The poor woman looked like a rhino was on her ass; her eyes were frantic, her movements jerky. I felt bad for her, but it couldn’t be helped. Sellouts were always a bitch, but we’d brought this company to make it into something special, and anyone who did their job properly would have a place with us. “Good morning, Mr. Janson,” she said. “Make that Gabe,” I interjected. “I can show you to your office if you’d like. Your PA is in there, ready to go over your appointments for today.” I’d spent a fair bit of time over the weekend working out my strategy for when I got into the office, but that faded as soon as I became aware Pam was in the building. Just around the corner from me. “Actually, no thanks, Lani. If you could just show me to the research department.” “Research?” she asked, the query obvious in her voice. “Yes.” “Okkaaayyy.” She led me up the stairs and along the, frankly, grimy corridor. I’d have to do something about the décor, I decided then. Ixon looked like something out of the seventies. Nick and I had learned, with our other company, that if staff worked in decent surroundings they were more productive. “Lani, am I down to see you today?” I asked. “No, Gabe.” “Well can you put something in the diary, please? We need to talk about giving this building an overhaul.” “Seriously?” “Yep.” “Excellent. I’ve been on to Marissa for months about the state of the place.” “Also, can you tell me if Pam’s in yet?” We paused by a door with ‘Geek HQ’ stamped on it, and Lani gave me an appraising look. I could well imagine the thoughts

whirring round in her brain, but I didn’t really give a shit. Pam and I were going to date. I’d decided that already, and if the staff had a problem with it I didn’t much care. Don’t get me wrong, I’d always tried to keep work and pleasure separate, but this situation had caught me out of the blue. Ignoring her wasn’t going to work—just the thought of her amazing breasts was enough to tell me that. But then I certainly wasn’t going to sneak around with her like a pair of teenagers, so that left one option. A relationship, nice and out in the open. I was sure Pam would approve. “She is, yes.” “Great.” I pushed the door open and smiled as all conversation died. A new boss tended to do that. I looked around, taking in everything, and paused. The desks were laid out in a sort of wedge, and right there at the top of them sat Pam. I blinked once and then again, eyes feasting on her. She wore a tight white shirt, with an equally tight waistcoat over the top. Both garments had a magnificent effect on her tits, pushing them up and in until they practically spilled out of her clothes. My mouth was suddenly and shockingly dry, and I took an unsteady breath. Would it be inappropriate to take her into my office, bend her over the desk and shag her senseless? Her eyes widened, a flush travelling over her perfect cheeks and down to her awe-inspiring breasts. She gaped for just a moment and then sort of shook herself. She looked incredibly beautiful. My cock hardened––fuck––my heart raced, and I smiled. Monday had indeed taken a long time to come.

Chapter Eleven Pam: Sometimes fate has a really funny sense of humor, and she totally loves to see you squirm. I never expected to see him again before I read the note. Like, ever. I mean, why would I? That’s the whole point of a one night stand, right? The fact you never see them again. The clue is in the freaking name, after all! But there he was, bearing down on me with the scorch still in his chocolate eyes and his hair still begging me to stroke it. I swallowed, shifted and tried to get my head around it. Gabriel. Here. In my office, Gabriel, my freaking boss. What were the odds? I thought of his message and groaned. Looks like I’ll be seeing you a lot sooner than you think. Until then, gorgeous, Gabriel. Of course he’d seen the reports with Ixon blazoned across them. Seen my name there. Pamela Hunt, Head of Research. He’d known we’d be meeting again today. I, however, had not even thought to connect Gabe Janson, my new boss, with Gabriel, my smoking hot one night stand. Shit. He walked over to my desk, a grin creasing his face. “Pam.” I nodded, in what I hoped was a businesslike manner. “Gabriel.” “It’s good to see you again,” he said. “Likewise.” He smiled. I smiled too, I totally couldn’t help myself. The tension between us arced and he looked down at my tits. An eyebrow raised, and I only just stopped myself from looking down too. No doubt my nipples were bulleting my top. Big tits, big nipples––that was the way I rolled. “I’d like to see you in my office today,” Gabriel continued. “Do you have time to fit me in?” “I believe I have a window already put aside for you, yes.” “I appreciate that.” God, my pants were soaked, which was totally inappropriate! But an image of his magnificent dick refused to leave my mind and I only just contained a whimper.

“I’ve set up a lunch as well,” he added. “Just the department heads. How about we meet after that? Does that fit your window?” “It does indeed.” It didn’t, of course. I’d arranged a 12 o’ clock with Gabriel’s PA, but I’d happily take the other slot. This was my boss now, and clearly we were going to have to do the ‘morningafter’ chat. Only now it was a couple of days later, and we had this new added complication. Shit. “I look forward to it already, Pam,” he said. I was fairly freaking certain that every one of my staff picked up on the seductive tone to his voice. I nodded and smiled again. He smiled back. I drenched my pants a second time, and a quick look down showed his shaft, thick and hard in his pants. Dirty, but now inappropriate, possibilities filled my mind and I clenched my legs tightly together. He coughed, and turned to the rest of the staff. “I’ll be back through about three-ish, to meet everyone properly.” Heads bobbed, and I couldn’t help noticing four pairs of eyes, belonging to Jane, Sally, Rick and Sasha zeroing on our new boss’s cock. I could hardly blame them. It was fucking obvious, there for all to see. The memory of the feel of it in my pussy hit me, and I gripped the side of my desk. Jesus, it had felt so amazing! If I closed my eyes, which obviously I couldn’t right now, I could almost feel the sensation of him stroking my walls, pulling my clit downwards with each inward thrust. “I started off in research myself.” The staff all smiled. Who better than a researcher to understand what we did? “I hope you’ll throw the odd project my way,” Gabriel continued. “Just to keep my math up to scratch.” He couldn’t have said anything more perfect and Dave smiled, his curls bouncing on his shoulders, getting his geek on. “We’ve got a really exciting piece of cluster analysis we’re working on.” Gabriel nodded, reached over and scrolled down our iPod. “Sounds good. Will I hear this in my office?” Dave’s smile faded. “The walls are pretty thin, sir.” The office paused, breath held to hear his next words, and I took the opportunity to relax my thigh muscles. “I hope there’s some Stone Roses on there, then,” he said. “But I gotta say, I draw the line at ‘Glee’.”

And that was that. The whole office fell for the new boss, nodding and smiling at him and one another. I shifted in my seat as my mind worked through the suddenly-complicated situation my whoreish behavior had landed me in. “I’ll see you soon, Pam,” he said as he turned to leave, a scorching smile shooting in my direction. My body quivered, remembering that smile as he licked his way down my tits. I took a deep breath and nodded. What were the fucking odds?

Chapter Twelve Gabe: All is fair in love and war, and maybe even sex. I wanted to shut my office door, take my dick in hand, and pump the fuck out of it until I shot the load filling my balls. Better yet, I wanted to go back into the research area, take Pam by the hand and get her to grab my dick. God, I wanted her so badly. But there was work to be done. Lots of work, and I knew I needed to get on with it, hard-on and all. When Marissa agreed to sell us Ixon, she did so on the basis that it would be a quick sale. Nick and I had gone through the books, approved the figures and bartered her down until the price was something fairly reasonable. We’d visited the office only once, and that had been during the research team’s annual team-building exercise. Apparently the head, Pamela Hunt, took them to a Star Trek convention. It had never occurred to me to connect my Pam with that Pam. Why the hell would it? I sat down behind my desk and reflected on how different things would have been if Pam’s team had their outing on a different day. That was what, just over two months ago now? Chances were we’d have been fucking ever since, and probably be deep into a relationship by now. “Mr. Janson?” The words came from my PA, Evangeline Kelly. She had to be sixty if she was a day and she had a nervous, fluttery air to her. “Yes, Evangeline?” “Eva, is fine, sir,” she said. “As is Gabe.” “Oh. Well, I just wondered if you needed anything.” “Who is my first appointment?” “That would be, Lucy, the head of marketing.” Lucy arrived ten minutes later and I was immediately wary of her flirty smile. “Gabe, she said. “How lovely to meet you at last.” I realized I hadn’t met her on my tour of the office either. Model style skinny, with flowing golden locks she was the sort of woman to draw a man’s attention. Not mine of course, she didn’t hold a candle to Pam, but had we met I would have remembered. “Where were you when I came around?” I asked.

“Client meeting,” she said, taking the chair opposite my desk. “The Marcus Daen one?” She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “Yes.” “Did you win it?” I already knew the answer but I wanted to hear it from her. “Erm, no.” I frowned and picked up one of the folders fanned across my desk. Lucy was extremely creative. I’d gotten that from her work early on, but she had no clue about cash and spent vast amounts on campaigns that could be done for a hell of a lot cheaper. I was hardly the marketing guru––that fell to Nick––but even I knew her department was in trouble. “You blew your annual budget on the prep, though.” She nodded slowly. “I thought we had it in the bag.” “Clearly not.” My mind skipped across to the conversation I’d had with Nick only yesterday. Seemed Lucy, like Pam, had no idea the tattooed dude she’d banged Saturday night was the silent partner, and by default, her employer. I had no intention of enlightening her. “There will need to be some changes in your department, Lucy,” I said. “I’ll be overseeing the finance side directly.” “I thought…” She paused. “What?” I prompted. “Well I thought maybe I could work with Pam, actually. She brings her department in on budget every single year. She’s a total whizz.” My ears perked up at the mention of Pam, like a dog chasing after a fucking bone. “I am aware of this.” And I was. Though of course I hadn’t known Pam Hunt was Pam, I’d studied her department closely. Both research and finance were what made Ixon profitable. Marketing and Strategy were sucking the life out of it, and Nick and I had agreed early on that we’d chop those departments if they didn’t turn around within three months. I suspected Nick wouldn’t be able to stay silent for long, though, where marketing was concerned. It was his area, and though we’d agreed he’d continue to manage our other business, Phoenix, I hoped he’d agree to spend some time here. Maybe Lucy would guarantee that. “Pam gets my methods,” Lucy added with a pout.

Then again, maybe not. “Does she?” “As you get hers.” “Excuse me?” Lucy laughed and shifted on her seat, a satisfied smile creasing her face. “I saw you guys leave Roxy’s together on Saturday. She seemed happy enough, and Nick said you were fine––he knew you, he said, so…” “I see.” “Gossip travels at light speed around this place,” she added. “I hope you’ll be considerate of that.” I narrowed my eyes, hoping she wasn’t suggesting what I thought she was. “I have no time for gossip.” “Others do, though.” Why was Pam even friends with her? She reminded me of an ex of mine. Shallow and spiteful. I would have none of that in my business. “Perhaps,” I agreed. “But gossip is always easy to trace back to the source, and easy to eliminate. Your department needs to come up to scratch, Lucy, or I’ll remove it. It’s as simple as that. You’ll work with me and Pam will continue her own good work in her own department.” I didn’t like being so blunt. It wasn’t my style, but she’d goaded me into it. “Gabe…” she began. “Pam’s one of my best friends…” “Which is completely irrelevant.” She shifted on her seat again. Her self-satisfied smile became flirtatious. So she was trying that tactic now, was she? It was wasted on me. Skinny blondes had never been my cup of tea. “I’m happy to work with you,” she purred, and I sighed. “I’m sure Pam will be happy about it too.” And then I cursed inwardly. She was a trouble-maker. What the hell had Nick seen in her, and more to the point, would he be pissed if I sacked her? A phone call was clearly in order. Could this day get any more complicated?

Chapter Thirteen Pam: Sometimes you just have to roll with it. In more ways than one. I admit it. I nipped out just before lunch and grabbed a pair of hold ups. I’d been wearing tights before them, but geez, could anything be more un-sexy? I nipped into the ladies and wiggled out of the hose. Stuffing them in my bag, I pulled the hold ups on. At thirty dollars, I’d blanched, but the ring of lace around the top of each was so beautiful I was seduced. A quick brushing of lip gloss and a bit of hairspray to keep my wayward brown waves in place, and I was ready to go. Now I want to make it clear that I was not doing this for Gabriel––absolutely not. This was about feeling good for me; about looking Gabriel in the eye and knowing I was confident and composed. He was my new boss, after all, and that added a whole new dimension to our relationship. The whole don’t-shit-on-yourown-doorstep thing was running through my mind, and it was made a whole lot worse by the fact I had prior. In my second ever job, I’d fallen for a co-worker. We’d fucked like bunnies for weeks on end, but as is often the case, it had ended badly. The atmosphere after that was unbearable and I’d moved on pretty quickly. Sleeping with the boss was a total recipe for disaster, I knew. Even worse than banging a co-worker. It either went well, at which point other staff got funny about it, what with the whole preferential treatment thing, or it went wrong, and one of you had to move on for your own sanity. I had to bear all of that in mind when I met with Gabriel. But dear God, it was going to be hard. I had to somehow reconcile the image of the man who’d fucked me senseless with my suited and booted boss. Yes, it was going to be hard. “You will spill later,” Jane said when I returned to the office to stuff the hose in my drawer. “Nothing more to tell.”

I’d refused to divulge the details of our previous acquaintance with the rest of the office when they’d demanded to know how long I’d been shagging the new boss. “We’ve met before,” I’d said cryptically. “That’s all.” “I fucking bet,” Rick replied. “You lucky bitch.” I knew my responses were not sufficient to placate my staff. Hell, we were all good friends. We kind of had to be; after all, we spent eight hours a day, five days a week, in each other’s company. They’d demand more details soon enough and I wondered what I’d tell them. By the time I made my way down to the foyer, the department heads were all assembled. Lucy was toying with her blonde hair and shooting Gabriel smoldering looks. For one moment she reminded me of the cheddar guy from the bar, and I glared at her. Gabriel, however, didn’t seem to notice her attempts at flirting. He was too busy laughing with Giles, our head of finance. Donald, the strategy head, stood to the side; face pinched, his sweat stains clearly obvious. He should be worried, I thought; his department was less than stellar, and he’d only got away with it for so long because he was Marissa’s uncle. My high heels clicked as I walked across the marble. Lani looked up and shot me a grin, and then all heads turned to me. Lucy eyed my outfit and smiled—though it didn’t quite meet her eyes, what was wrong with her? Donald glared—he always did, Giles winked and Gabriel… He nodded slowly and caught my gaze in his. I regretted the hold ups the moment the top of my thighs became moist.

Chapter Fourteen Gabe: You make a decision and then you do it. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but all you can do is try. A pencil skirt. Dear God. As she walked through the foyer, sexy heels strapped to her feet, I felt my heart race. The skirt hugged every single curve––and then some––and I had to make a concerted effort to keep my dick from jumping up and going after her like a cruise missile. She looked like some sort of dirty secretary and the fantasies that assailed me did nothing to help my erection. “Sorry I’m late,” she said. “Some last-minute emails.” “You’re so diligent, Pam,” Lucy cooed. Even I, who didn’t really know everyone yet, or get the group dynamic, could hear the bitchiness behind the comment. Pam didn’t seem to notice, though. She smiled and swung her bag over her shoulder. “You’re meant to be diligent at work, Luce. That’s the whole point, as well you know, you’re diligent too.” “If you say so, Pam.” Giles laughed softly, while Donald shifted and ran a hand across his sweaty brow. The tension between everyone was obvious. Though maybe not to Pam. I watched her as she smiled at her friend and at the others, clearly comfortable with the situation. I wondered if she had any idea that Lucy was even now stabbing her in the back to get what she wanted. “I thought we’d spend an hour or so together,” I said, swiftly nipping any possible cat-fight in the bud. I included Donald in that, as the guy clearly had some issues. “I’d like us to just get to know one another rather than talk about work. As you know, we have one-toone meetings scheduled today. I’ve met some of you already, and I’ll meet the others this afternoon. But for now, let’s just enjoy one another’s company.” “Sounds great,” Lucy piped up. “I look forward to getting to know you better, Gabe.” I watched not Lucy, but Pam, as Lucy said those words, and was pleased to see her comfortable expression marred by a slight flash of annoyance. It was not my place to fill her in on her friend’s machinations but all the same I didn’t want her being taken advantage of.

I strode out of the building, my thoughts in a whirl, the four following behind. “We’re walking?” Donald asked. I eyed his bulging waistband, not to mention the obvious sweat stains, and sighed. “It’s only ten minutes.” “We’d usually get a taxi.” “Well today’ll be different, then.” The head of strategy shot me a glare and I sighed again. It occurred to me as we began our walk that the company had more than a few issues I was going to have to work out. Issues I hadn’t really expected. Donald, Marissa’s uncle, had gotten the job purely via nepotism. His department was flailing and most of his staff was comprised of either friends or drinking buddies. It was in my mind to simply cut the strategy department out, especially seeing as it was the largest one, with over forty staff. But there might be some good people in the mix, and I was reluctant to cut away before I knew more. Of course I’d expected the Donald situation, as the company reports had told me plenty. Lucy and her troublemaking tendencies, however, I had not expected. It bothered me more than it should have, maybe because she could easily stir trouble up between Pam and myself, not to mention in the company. It could be either or, I wasn’t sure. But she would need to be dealt with at some point. That I was sure of. Then there was Pam herself––the woman whose department was one of the most profitable. The woman who I found myself falling for, more and more, as the minutes passed by. Ridiculous, I knew; after all, it had only been a handful of days, but she intrigued me. A math geek wrapped up in the body of a centerfold. I had to reconcile the two, preferably with her underneath me. “This is going to be fun,” Lucy said, sliding up to me. I shot Pam a look and was annoyed to see her frowning at the pavement. Not annoyed with her, but with Lucy. Clearly I would have to show Pam exactly what route my thoughts were taking. How exactly I was going to do that in a busy restaurant I didn’t know, but I was sure I could work something out.

Chapter Fifteen Pam: Men can often surprise you, even when you think you’ve seen and done it all. We went to The Cove, an amazing seafood restaurant along the boardwalk. I was hardly a huge fan of seafood but they offered a fabulous noodle dish, so I was happy enough. It was, as Gabriel said, only a ten-minute trek—though on top of my ten-minute walk earlier, I had to admit by the time we arrived there my feet were cursing my thighs. Gabriel pulled out both my seat and Lucy’s, a bit of oldfashioned gallantry I was not surprised by. It pleased me to see it, though; maybe more than it should have. “Thanks for coming, all,” he said, settling into the seat directly opposite me, right next to Lucy. She preened, clearly happy with Gabriel’s manners and position. I shot her a glare. She and I would clearly be having a long conversation tonight. She was blatantly flirting with the boss, and in my opinion it was completely inappropriate. Not to mention the fact that it riled me up in all the wrong ways. “As I said, I thought to start our relationship off on a good footing,” he continued, “and there’s no better way to do that than good food and company.” Giles nodded in agreement, Lucy smiled again and Donald looked as fraught as ever. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d already had his meeting with Gabriel, or if Lucy had. A weird panic hit me then and I wondered if she had a reason for looking so smug. Flirting aside, surely she hadn’t set her eyes on Gabriel… I frowned and checked over my menu. No. Lucy wouldn’t do that to me… But then I remembered that Lucy had no idea what had happened between Gabriel and myself, and would have absolutely no shame in banging the boss if she found him attractive enough. Shit. Why hadn’t I realized! Of course Lucy wouldn’t try it on with someone I’d slept with, but the poor girl didn’t even know. Yes, we most definitely would be having a conversation. The fact that I was planning to stick to my ‘no sex at work’ rule was irrelevant. Lucy would need to know so that she could steer clear. “What’s everyone having?” Gabe asked.

We gave our orders and chatted. The conversation was fairly inconsequential, small talk more than anything, and I could tell that Gabriel was making an effort to ensure we were all comfortable. He asked about hobbies, family lives, etc., and I must admit I allowed my mind to drift a little as the others gave their answers. Of course, my thoughts drifted to Saturday night—images of us entwined assailed me and my nipples pinched. I sighed imperceptibly. It was all Gabriel’s fault! He’d just been so amazing in the sack. Of course I was going to replay it over and over. My body was awakened; it wanted more. Immediately. “Pam’s turn,” Lucy said after a moment, drawing my thoughts back. “My turn to what?” I asked. “To tell Gabe about your life,” Lucy said. “I’m sure you have lots to tell him.” I eyed the boss across the table, and felt my breath hitch. He smiled at me––a scorcher––and the next thing I knew a foot was rubbing against my ankle. I almost spluttered in shock but contained myself just in time. He looked at me innocently, and rubbed up and down my leg. Footsie? Freaking footsie? Was he even serious? “What would you like to know, Gabe?” I asked. “Anything you’d like to tell me,” he said. I shrugged, just as his knee brushed against my thigh. Shit. “I’m a huge fan of Jason Mraz.” “Me too. Are you in a relationship? Kids?” I shook my head. “No and no.” “Oh, I thought I heard that you had a boyfriend. Some guy you recently met. Very recently.” His knee brushed me again and I coughed. “I’m not sure where you heard that.” “Pam’s single,” Lucy interjected. “She’s always single. Though…” “Though what?” I said when Lucy left it hanging. Lucy laughed. “Nothing.” What the hell was wrong with her today? She totally had her bitch on and I did not like it. Lucy could be difficult at times sure but I’d never found her to be mean. I looked across at my friend, and then

at the men. Lucy was smiling at Gabe, but not in a nice kind of way; Donald was glaring, and Giles was eyeing me in a speculative fashion. If there had been any man but Gabe I’d ever have considered breaking my ‘no sex with colleagues rule’ for, it would have been Giles. He was super-hot in a geeky, finance guy sort of way. I’d once though he and Lucy… “I also like Star Trek,” I said, pushing thoughts of Lucy out of my mind, and Gabriel laughed. “Me too. Which one?” “Voyager.” “No, no. It has to be Next Gen.” “Nope. I’m a Janeway girl.” “No doubt.” Our gazes locked and I shivered. The tension between us was suddenly palpable. Silence fell across the table and I realized that my colleagues could feel it too. Hell, everyone in the place probably did. Could we have been any more fucking obvious? But then, it was almost out of our control, I told myself. The chemistry I’d felt in the bar was arcing and swirling, I doubted either of us could do anything to reign it in. It was just there, and we’d have to find a way to deal with it. The waitress arrived with our dishes, and I couldn’t help noticing Gabe had ordered the same thing as me. “Not a fan of seafood?” I asked. “Only very particular types.” “Right.” His knee brushed me again, his eyes twinkling, and it occurred to me in that moment that my whole ‘no sex at work’ rule was going to be seriously tested. The question was: Would I be strong enough to resist?

Chapter Sixteen Gabe: When you want her you have to show her. It is as simple as that. I was ready to explode when I got back to the office. Sexually and mentally. The entire day was shaping up to test all of my weaknesses. The fact I couldn’t stand shirkers, the fact I loathed trouble makers, and the fact that I was desperate for Pam. Like, fucking desperate. Trouble was I knew she’d be in to see me in about ten minutes, and I needed to work off some of the tension before she arrived. It was quite possible I would ravish her otherwise. I threw myself in my chair and took a deep breath, trying to grab at my control before it deserted me completely. The little game of footsie had not been a good idea. Not at all. Brushing my body against Pam without being able to taste and touch was a recipe for Goddamn disaster. Nothing else had occurred to me at the time, though. With Donald seated on one side groaning and bitching, Giles watching it all with amusement, and Lucy doing her utmost to win the mega-bitch of the year award, I was kind of constrained. It had worked. That much I was pleased about. Some might say it had worked too well. There could be no doubt to any of the department heads now that something was going on between Pam and myself. Anyone who hadn’t picked up on the tension between us was an idiot. Hell, it had shocked me! It seemed to do that all the time though. Every time our eyes met, the very air around us practically pulsed with desire. I’d never known anything like it, and it both thrilled and unnerved me. Would the department heads gossip to their staff? I suspected as much. It didn’t bother me, of course. I was the boss, I could do what the hell I wanted, but I worried it would bother Pam. She was hard-working and conscientious, and I didn’t want her to be made uncomfortable. On the plus side, though, it nullified Lucy’s earlier threat—though that didn’t change my feelings towards the marketing head. She was sneaky and sly and I did not want staff like that. What he hell was I going to do about her? A knock on the door sounded and I straightened. “Come.”

Eva stuck her head around the door and shot me a nervous smile. I wondered how long she’d keep it up. “Just to let you know, Pam will be here in five. She’s just getting a coffee.” “Okay, great. Thanks.” The door closed and I shot out of my chair, pacing up and down, trying to work off the tension. I can’t ravish her. But then I stopped and paused and a thought hit me. Why couldn’t I ravish her? Why couldn’t I make my intentions clear? Surely it made sense to lay all cards on the table straight away? I looked out of the window, watching cars and people pass, and nodded to myself. I wanted her. I had to show her. It was as simple as that.

Chapter Seventeen Pam: This is what happens when you get your slut on. I was a bag of nerves when we got back to the office. Gabriel’s’ footsie-play, the thick desire; it all conspired to make me feel as though I was about to explode. He knew what he was doing, damn it––I knew he did. Clearly, he had no problem with fucking his staff, but I just couldn’t reconcile the idea. It was bound to end badly and I did not want to lose my job. I was happy at Ixon, the pay was fabulous, my staff wonderful and I genuinely enjoyed coming to work every day. But then there was Gabriel, and I was savvy enough to know that the sort of intense chemistry between us was rare. I wanted him badly, and he wanted me. The idea of feeling his thick, glistening cock deep inside me drenched my pants all over, and I was almost tempted to run off to the ladies’ room and knock off a quick orgasm. Thoughts of a clandestine affair filled me, but in reality I knew the chances of keeping such a thing secret in our office would be slim at best. The gossip machine worked overtime and one wrong look or touch would spark it off. “How was lunch?” Jane asked as I dropped my bag on my desk. “Fine, fine.” “I’m making coffee,” she said. “Do you want some?” I nodded and followed her into the small kitchen. She filled the kettle while I grabbed the mugs and coffee. “You look flushed,” she commented. “A little.” “Spill.” “Jane, don’t do this to me, please.” “You need to,” she said. “You know you do, and you know you can trust me. So fess up, what the hell is going on between you and the boss?” I sighed. “Is it that obvious?” “Hell, yeah.” She nodded. “I swear I could feel the very air pumping around you two. He was eating you up with those yummy eyes of his, your nipples were practically poking holes through your jacket, and did you see his dick?”

“I did indeed.” “So, come on then…” “We met on Saturday,” I said slowly, suddenly unable to resist the opportunity to bear all. I could trust Jane. She was a good friend, and I needed to speak to someone before I went to meet Gabriel. Someone who could help me clarify my thoughts. “And?” “We fucked.” “Oh my God!” I spooned coffee into the mugs and passed them across to her. “I know. It was a total freaking one night stand, Jane. I never expected to see him again, and I certainly didn’t expect him to be my new bloody boss.” She nodded and poured the hot water. “Um, it’s tricky. Was it good?” I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. “God, yes. It was amazing, Jane. Like out-of-the-park amazing.” “That makes it trickier.” “How do you mean?” “Well, think about it,” she said. “If it was a so-so shag you could brush it off and get on with things. A few weeks down the line and you’d be okay with each other. But if it was as good as you say, you’ll both be thinking about it and wanting to do it again.” “I don’t sleep with colleagues,” I said. “It totally never works out.” “It does sometimes.” “Like when?” She shook her head. “I dunno. But it must, right?” When I walked into his office mere minutes later, Jane’s words ringing in my ears, I was shaking slightly, excitement thrumming through every single cell. The moment I saw him, I knew he felt it just as I did. Our eyes met, we both inhaled slowly and the air around us pulsed. It must right… No, no, no. I had to stay strong and be the professional one here. Yes, he was goddamn delicious, yes I wanted to fuck his brains out, but he was my boss, my freaking work mate now. I couldn’t. It would be totally unprofessional and lead to all sorts of complications. “Gabriel,” I said, pleased to hear my voice was steady. “You wanted to see me.”

“Pam,” he sighed, his eyes scorching me all over again. “Indeed I did.” “I’m assuming you want a run-down on the department?” I asked. My voice remained still, a testament to the efficient, professional, hard-working woman I was. “Well…” He stalked around his desk, cutting my words off and took me in his arms. My excitement spiked even as the sensible part of my brain asserted itself and tried to take control of the situation. “Don’t— ” I began. But he did. His lips found mine and consumed me. His tongue swept into my mouth, demanding my compliance. The feel of his lips was fanfucking-tastic and I opened my mouth fully to allow him access. He nibbled along my lips, swept across my mouth and I clutched him to me—more to stay upright than anything else. As if hearing my thoughts his hands circled my waist and lifted me forward until I pressed against the length of his body. I could feel his dick, hard and throbbing against my belly and desire caressed my every crevice. I swear to God I fucking swooned slightly. “Gabe…” I whispered the word against his lips, pushing against his chest. “I want you, Pam,” he said. “The moment I saw you in that tight fucking skirt I wanted you. Shit, I hardened instantly. This is totally messed up, I know. But I can’t stop thinking about you. ” Dear God. How could I resist those words? “You’re my boss,” I said, and this time my voice did shake. “It would be totally inappropriate.” He grinned and stroked up and down my sides. “I am and it would.” “If I’d known…” He sat back onto his desk, pulling me with him so that I settled between his thighs. I could see his erection, thick and hard though his trousers and I wanted to, might even have, whimpered. “You wouldn’t have spent the night with me?” I shrugged and pushed away but his arms encircled me, enclosing me in their grip. “I don’t know.” “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” “Gabe…”

“I know it’s a bit odd,” he said. “Me being your boss and all, but we started this before we even knew.” “Yeah, but shitting on your own doorstep never works.” “A charming turn of phrase.” “You know what I mean.” He kissed me again, and this time I totally let him. I could feel my resistance being worked away with every sweep of his tongue, and my arguments seemed to have floated away on a lust filled cloud. Eventually we separated and I took a deep breath. “Sleeping with the boss is just begging for trouble.” “Sometimes,” he said. “But I know cases where it’s worked out fine.” “People will gossip.” “I don’t give a shit.” “You should. You’re the boss now. People will look to you for guidance.” “And they’ll see me dating a woman with all consideration for her feelings, while at the same time keeping our private and professional lives separate.” I swallowed dryly and tried to reign in the excitement his words inspired. “Dating?” He nodded slowly and brushed a wayward curl behind my ear. “Saturday night was amazing, Pam. I want to see you, get to know you. This isn’t just about sex, though God knows I’d like some more of that.” “Gabriel…” “It was amazing, Pam. You’re amazing.” I quivered at his words. “I don’t know… I…” “Let’s just see,” he insisted, standing back up and guiding me to the chair by his desk. “At work we’ll be Pam and Gabe, colleagues, but afterwards we’ll be Pam and Gabe, lovers.” “You really think that’d work?” He nodded and took his own seat. Already my body wept at the lack of contact. “We’re already in this. Ignoring this chemistry between us won’t work. Truthfully, Pam, I don’t think I could.” He was right. Oh God, he was so right. Despite my qualms I didn’t want to ignore it either. How could I, when his dick was throbbing mere inches from me? “We have to keep things

professional at work. No blurring of the boundaries. Our relationships stay separate.” “Of course.” “Starting now.” “Well then, let’s talk shop,” he said, a grin creasing his face. “But I’m going to have to insist on a one-to-one this evening. My office, Pam, 5:30.” We closed our doors at five. Every one would be gone, and we would officially be off the clock. My pussy ached at the thought of his fat dick and I squirmed. “Gabe—” “Unless you want me to take… disciplinary measures,” he said, and I groaned. “No, sir.” “Then you’ll come?” And that was when I saw something in his eyes that thrilled me right through. He was as nervous as I was–– as excited, as tense. But underneath that there was a sort of gleam. Dating. He wanted to date me, not just fuck me. I shuddered at the possibility of getting to know him beyond his body pounding into mine, and that was enough to break through my “no relationships at work” argument. Hell, the argument had been dead in the water ever since I’d bought the fucking hold ups, if I was truthful. I wanted Gabe. He wanted me. We’d just have to see how it rolled. “Of course,” I said after a moment, my voice low, and pitched into what I hoped was a seductive fashion. “You’re the boss.”

Chapter Eighteen Gabe: Sometimes you’re in the deep before you even swam the shallows. The clock ticked at a snail’s pace. Slow, slow, slow. I looked through reports, worked through spreadsheets and tried to decide what I’d do about Donald and Lucy. At three o’clock I made my way over to the research department, disappointment filling me when Jane, Pam’s PA, told me she’d gone to an external meeting. I chatted with the team––something I really enjoyed, because it took me back to the days when I’d sat crunching numbers all day, before returning to my office for Giles’ appointment. I had no worries there. The head of finance was completely on top of his department. “I couldn’t help but notice the tension between you and Pam at lunch,” Giles said once we wrapped up our work reports. “I hope I’m not overstepping bounds by saying that.” I thought Giles and I were likely to be friends and had no intention of shooting down the first non-work statement he’d made. “No, of course not, and yep, you could say that.” “She’s a really great girl, but then you probably know that already.” “You could say that, too.” Giles laughed and leaned forward in his seat. “You should know the gossip is flying around already, and all pointers suggest it comes from marketing. ‘Whatever’ is my response to it. You and Pam can do what the hell you like, but others aren’t going to think that way.” “Others being Lucy, huh?” Giles shrugged. “She’s worried about her job. I’ve never seen her so jumpy or so bitchy. She’s usually pretty okay, with Pam especially, the two of them have been friends for years. And she is good at her job. She just can’t get her head around the management side.” “Why did Marissa appoint her, then?” “Lucy is very persuasive.” “And Donald?”

Giles laughed. “I wouldn’t worry about him. My understanding is that his resignation will be on your desk at the end of the day.” I frowned. I certainly hadn’t picked up on that myself when we met. “How come?” “Marissa found him a position elsewhere.” “And how do you know this?” “Heard him on the phone earlier.” So that just left Lucy to sort out, and by the time my meeting with Giles was through, I knew exactly how I was going to go about it. All I had to concentrate on now was Pam. Eva came through to see me at five to say goodnight and I waved her off, followed by Donald, who did indeed give me his resignation. I accepted it, saw him out and walked over to the window to watch as the staff, my staff now, flocked from the building. They headed for cars, the station and the bus stop. It did not escape my notice that the strategy department had bagged most of the parking spaces. Now Donald was gone, I reckoned I could sort them out. I’d give it a go, at least. At 5:30 Pam finally arrived. She walked into the room and happiness filled me from top to bottom. I couldn’t help but smile. “You look so gorgeous, Pam,” I said. “Delicious.” She blushed and my heart thudded. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Gabriel. Though I must say I prefer the jeans and tee look. I’m finding it pretty hard to match you up with the guy who defended my honor in the bar.” I shrugged. “Same guy, babe.” “This is weird,” she said. “Is it just me that thinks this is weird?” “In what way?” “Well…” She paused and blushed again. “Think about it, Gabe, we were in bed together only a couple of days ago. Slut-tastic style. And now you’re my boss and I’m finding the whole thing super freaky.” “Chemistry is chemistry,” I said. “We can fight it, but what’s the point. I want you and you want me.” “Yesss.”

I loved the sound of her voice and I walked over to her, smiling a ridiculously happy smile as I did so. “Everyone’s left,” I said. “It’s just you and me.” “Everyone?” “Yep, everyone.”

Chapter Nineteen Pam: Sometimes you only want to lick the cream, but before you know it you find yourself chomping the donut too. When Gabriel picked me up and settled me on the desk I was extremely thankful I’d gone for hold ups, so freaking thankful. The sky was already beginning to darken and the lights in his office reflected off the glass, giving the whole room a seductive, naughty look. “You and me, Pam,” he said. I nodded, my breath shallow, my pussy soaked through and through. How the hell I’d gotten through the day with just a wall separating us, I didn’t know. I’d alternated between wanting to run home, and wanting to charge his office, take his cock and swallow it down. In the end I’d gone to a meeting I’d usually have sent one of the analysts to. How pathetic was that? “You need sating, Pam,” Gabe said, as he rolled my skirt up my thighs. “Dear God…” He’d spotted the hold ups and the look on his face was more than worth the thirty dollars I’d shelled out. “Lean back.” I did, resting on my elbows and lifting my ass slightly so he could push the skirt right to my waist. Without so much of a word he pulled my panties down my legs and buried his face in my pussy. The first touch of his tongue was like coming home and I sighed. “Yes, Gabriel.” He licked me from the very tip of my clit all the way down my lips, and then back up again. Over and over, with long, strong licks. I arched my hips and let my head fall back, knocking a stapler over in the process. “More,” I said. “More.” He licked again. The touch of his tongue was like a million little butterfly wings fluttering against me and I groaned my encouragement. He responded by delving his tongue into me, swirling it around and making my entire body shake. Then it was back up again, to my clit and I shifted, desperate to feel something where his tongue had just been. He either read my mind or was thinking the same damn thing, because almost immediately a finger entered me. My walls clamped around it and pulled it in.

“Faster,” I said. He added another finger and moved in and out, the speed exactly right. I shifted again, tumbling over a cup for of pens, and clamped my hand around the back of his head. As he finger fucked me I mouth fucked him. Brushing my clit against his tongue just as I liked it. The dual pleasures coursed through me. In went his fingers, across went his tongue and it was all too much but not quite enough. “I need the cock,” I gasped. “I need to be filled properly.” He obliged immediately. Unzipping his pants, sheathing himself with latex and plunging into my wet, aching pussy. I gasped when he filled me. His magnificent dick pushed right to the very limit. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned against him. “Harder.” He slammed into me, pushing his cock as far as it could possibly go. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, his pelvis kissing mine. It felt so fucking perfect and already I could feel an orgasm building. It fluttered at the edge of my nerve endings, chased along my skin and I groaned. “Faster.” “That’s right, gorgeous, tell me what you need.” “Fuck me faster.” He sped up. His dick thrusting in and out, in and out, and every time it did it pulled on my clit, the movement lifting it, letting it go, then lifting it again. The pressure was unbearable, the pleasure intense and in one blinding explosion and orgasm hit me. “Ooooohhhh.” “Cum around me,” he whispered, his voice ragged. “Let that pussy milk me, baby. Let it milk me dry.” And I did, and he did, and Dear God, it was fucking amazing.

Chapter Twenty Gabe: Dating isn’t just fucking. There’s a distinction, a way forward, an opportunity. I wanted to take her home with me but Pam resisted. She had things she needed to do she said and really I could hardly argue with her, I didn’t want to push my weight around too soon and besides an evening apart would give me a little focus. I could make a plan. Decide exactly how I was going to play this. That was my intention at least but business got in the way. “How did it go?” Nick, my business partner, let himself into my flat, helped himself to a beer from my fridge and settled on my couch. His attitude suggested he was planning on staying for a while and I sighed as I joined him, my mind still on Pam. “Not too bad for a first day.” “Any problems with the staff?” I shrugged, popped open my own beer and plonked my feet on the foot rest. “We had an issue with Donald, but we expected that didn’t we?” I said. “He resigned this afternoon though so we’re all good. Not sure where he’s off to, Marissa sorted it out, but it just leaves his department to fix. Bloody place is full of his drinking buddies and mates. I’m gonna have to spend a fair bit of time doing appraisals, going through reports, that sort of thing. I’ll give them some time though. No point cutting before we know the full five oh.” Nick took a long swig of his beer, the tattoos on his arm flexing. “I don’t envy you mate.” “Yeah, well this is what we agreed. You stay at Phoenix and see us through the huge Garrity bid, which will set us up for a damn long time, and I make Ixon equally as profitable. Hopefully this time next year we can start looking for the third jewel in our crown.” Nick nodded. “By the time we’re forty we’ll have several. We’ll be richer than we are now with our pick of women. I can see it now… lines of them in tiny bikinis all begging for a moment of my time…” I sighed and shook my head at my partner and friend. He never seemed to change. Nick and I met in college. He doing a marketing major, me on the math course. He’d come looking for

someone to help with his new model which needed some geek input. Several beers, an unknown amount of parties, and who knew how many women later and we were best buds. We’d gone into business together not long after, building Phoenix up to the company it was today. We worked well together, no doubt about it but I’d known for a while that our personal lives were moving in different directions. Nick spent all his time working, getting more tattoos and chasing tail. I doubted he’d ever settle down, few women would be able to tame his wild ways. I, on the other hand, was more than ready to find one woman to lavish my attention on, talking of which… “Lucy is going to be a problem.” Nick grabbed the remote and started channel surfing on my widescreen. “Yeah I’ve been thinking about her. Going over the other night. The more I think about it the more something doesn’t sit right.” “How do you mean?” I asked. “Well the moment she arrived she fixed on me.” He shrugged. “I’m not so vain as to think I’m irresistible, the chicks love the tats I know…” “Your point?” I prompted. “She spent the next hour looking me over,” Nick continued, smiling at the memory. “Then she came and made her move. She was totally blatant about it, mate. Gave me no choice. It was right there on a plate you know? I don’t usually go for skinny chicks, you know this, but well, like I said, on a plate, and she is cute in a weird sort of way.” “What’s you point?” I asked again, because there was sure to be one. Nick always took a while getting there but when he did his thoughts were usually bang on the mark. “I think she knew who I was. Who you were.” A nasty feeling slithered down my spine and I frowned. “You said you were sure she didn’t.” Nick and I had chatted on Sunday and he’d laughed his ass off when I told him about Pam. He’d shrugged Lucy of as a one night stand, nothing more than that. What had changed his mind? “What gives?” Nick finished his beer, belched and kicked his boots off. I sighed, yep he was in for the long haul, would probably crash in my spare room. “Thinking it through I dunno why I’m so sure,” he said. “I just am. It makes sense though. I’m in Roxy’s fairly often but I’ve never seen her there before. And what? She turns up on the very night before we officially take over the company where she works?”

“She is in the shit,” I agreed. “Her department is hemorrhaging money. She’s creative, no doubt about it but she hasn’t got a clue on the money side.” “So here’s what I’m thinking,” Nick continued. “She banged me so she’d have some leverage. Thinking maybe I’d be likely to come to her defense or something if we had prior.” I nodded slowly, his words making sense. “But I took over the management, not you. Do you think she knew that was going to happen?” “Nope or she’d have come after you.” “No offence, mate, but she’d have been given the brush off.” Nick laughed, stood, grabbed a second beer before settling back into position. “She is cute. Just a bit kooky, and seems like way to much work. High maintenance you know? But yeah, I reckon she came to Roxy’s planning on seducing her new boss, she just fucked up on which one of us she picked.” “And would you?” I asked. “Would I what?” “Have come to her defense?” “Truthfully? Probably not. You know me, mate. A chick’s a chick. There’s always a new one just round the corner.” “Charming.” He laughed again. “So are you thinking to let her go?” I shrugged. “I don’t like her much. That’s no reason to sack her I know, but she’s hardly our star employee. But no, I’ve come up with something else.” “Well it’s you gig, mate, and I know you have other important things to sort out.” I frowned at his tone. “Meaning?” “Whilst I might not mix with business with pleasure—” “You fucking liar,” I interrupted. “You seduced half our secretaries before I put my foot down!” “Well, yeah… but I’m steering well clear of Lucy whilst you…” He shook his head and shot me a conspiratorial sort of smile. “You’re gonna seduce your geek.” “Already done.” Nick guffawed, spraying beer over my rug and clapped a hand across my back. “You dirty bastard! Already? Jesus you’re a fast

worker, Gabe. I dunno where you get off calling me a lothario. You are just as bad.” “This is different.” He wiped a hand across his mouth. “Different how?” I settled back against the couch and rubbed my neck. I was knackered but underneath my tiredness there was a thrum of something. It didn’t take a genius to know what. It was desire. A desire to see Pam. To have her curled up next to me in bed, her hair fanned across my chest, her shapely ass snuggled into my crotch. “There’s something there, Nick,” I said. “Something I can’t put my finger on, but I know already that it isn’t gonna be a quick shag. I want to get to know her, have a relationship with her.” Nick gaped. “You serious?” I had to take it slow though. Pam needed to know that this wasn’t just a quick tumble. I had to bide my time. “Totally.” “Well best of luck, mate. Rather you than me, but go for it if that’s what you want.” “Yeah, it is.” And it was, and I would.

Chapter Twenty-One Pam: You gotta love the thrill of a new relationship. Even when you know it could all go to shit, you still feel it. Red or pink? That was the question. I stood in my bedroom and pushed the pile of magazines out of the way of my full length mirror. It was no good it being ‘full length’ if half was covered with a pile of print after all. I held up the slip of what constituted my red dress against my naked body and twirled from left to right. It would skim my butt, just about, and show a fair bit of my back. It was flirty and dirty and I loved it. Would it be too much though? I screwed my nose and considered. Thus far Gabe had seen me in jeans and a tee and then a procession of work outfits. The red dress would be way out of bat. I grabbed the second dress, hot-pink like our office iPod, and held that aloft. It was peasant style. Ruffled at the front and ending with a slight train on the floor behind me. It screamed femininity and I loved the feel of the material on my skin. But was it too pink? I frowned and looked over to my open closet. For once the clothes were actually hanging up rather than spread throughout my flat. I’d finally managed to get some washing done at the beginning of the week and had started my second day of Gabrielness in a tight black trouser suit, with a lush little aqua marine cami underneath. He’d fucked me on his desk after hours in the cami and the matching little pants, which he’d simply pushed out of the way. I throbbed slightly as I remembered it. After we’d gone out and grabbed hotdogs with cold beer, but I had not invited him home with me. Right now it seemed that we were spending all day either in each other’s company or with just a wall separating us. And then everyone went home and we ended up fucking. I had to find some sort of time on my own to think things through. Wednesday had seen me in a silver shift dress teamed with a pair of strappy silver heels. Gabe’s jaw had dropped when he’d seen them and I’d allowed myself a smile of satisfaction. We’d fucked on his recently installed office couch. The oatmeal material was soft against my skin and although he’d stripped my dress and underwear off with relish he’d left my heels on. I couldn’t help but dig them into his back like little spurs… he’d liked that…

Thursday I had gone all out with an a-line purple skirt and the tightest black knit sweater ever. A huge purple flower in my upswept locks had completed the look. I’d ended up placing the flower on Gabe’s desk after he’d taken me on all fours. I suspected it was still there. And now it was Friday and Gabe had spent the day in external meetings, my only communication with him a text asking me to be ready for eight. It was now a quarter to and I wasn’t even close to being ready. Red or pink, red or pink. Oh to hell with it. I slipped the pink, peasant dress over my head and let it fall to my feet. There was no need for a bra, in fact it would look silly. Panties were kind of essential though and I slipped into a pale pink, lacy pair. A pair of ballet pumps on my feet, a quick swipe of lip gloss and I was about done. My phone buzzed mere moments later. Gabe was here. The amount of excitement that gripped me with that knowledge was ridiculous. We were a week into our ‘relationship’ and I loved it. There was little point in pretending otherwise. I grabbed the phone and typed a quick message. You want me 2 come down? A buzz a second later. Yeah. I picked up a small bag in the shape of a flower, stuffed my Blackberry, keys and purse in and headed out the door. Gabe stood waiting for me against his car. In jeans and a tee he looked just like the man who’d picked me up in the bar and I paused for just a moment to take it in. I’d missed that look I realized. Hell, it had been twenty four hours at most and I missed him. Jesus. “You look like a cupcake,” Gabe said. I laughed and gave him a twirl. “I’ve never eaten a hot-pink cupcake.” “Well I’d happily eat you.” He grinned. “In fact I’ll make sure to do just that later.” My thighs clenched at the vision of his head buried between my legs. I’d never met a man before who’d happily stay ensconced down there for so long. It seemed with Gabe that once he took the plunge he didn’t come up for air for quite some time. Just to point out, I was totally okay with that. “I assume we’re actually going somewhere first?”

Gabe opened up the passenger door and beckoned me forward. “Yep. I’m taking you out for dinner. There’s a funky little place on the harbor. McKays.” “I know it. Lucy and I went there the other week.” “Lucy?” “Yeah.” I was not stupid and I certainly did not fail to pick up on the tone to Gabe’s voice when he said Lucy’s name. The animosity between the two of them was palpable. I didn’t know what had happened. I’d called Lucy on Monday night and she’d insisted she had zero designs on our new boss, in fact she’d gone so far as to say she didn’t really like him. It baffled me because to everyone but Lucy Gabe was charming, friendly and pleasant. The staff adored him and Lani was in her element striding around with color charts and fabric samples. But Lucy did not like him that was obvious. Maybe because Gabe was looking over all her decisions, questioning her spending. Lucy hated being put on the spot and certainly there were more than a few decisions she wouldn’t want questioning. But he was the boss now and in my mind she had no choice but to suck it up. Not the way I sucked it up but still… “I’m feeling in a pasta mood,” Gabe said, so obviously making an effort to change the subject. “They do great pasta.” “I’m feeling ravioli.” I’d need my carbs after all. Gabe took a left and pulled onto Harbor Road. The lights of all the little restaurants glinted off the water and I watched as we sped by, captivated. “You realize this is our first real date?” Gabe said as he pulled into the parking lot of McKays. I shivered and nodded. “Of course I do. Which seems strange, we’ve known each other a week and have fucked like bunnies yet we’ve never eaten dinner together, not counting the hot dogs of course.” I paused. “On the other hand though it isn’t strange. A week is hardly anytime at all.” “It seems longer to me,” he said. He unbuckled his seat belt and turned to run a hand down my bare arm. “Will you let me come home with you tonight? To make love to you on a real bed? To see you spread out beneath me?” My throat closed over slightly at the term ‘make love’ and a queer feeling ran through me. Shit. His eyes twinkled like the

reflected lights on the water and I had to take a deep breath to get ahold of myself. “Yes.” He smiled and swept my hair behind my ear before leaning forward and tugging on the lobe with his teeth. Sensations travelled from that point, down my left side, before centering bang, smack in the middle of my clit. I groaned against him and pushed against his chest. “You carry on doing that and you’ll be eating me not pasta.” He trailed kisses down my neck and laughed. “You say that like it might be a problem, Pam…”

Chapter Twenty-Two Gabe: My mama always said a way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. Mama had clearly never met Pam. She’d made an effort to clean up I could see that straight away. Surfaces were clear of clutter and she’d straightened things on their shelves. Several doors were also shut with various boxes and hampers but I just knew that if I pulled one aside everything within the space would come tumbling out. I imagined a billion coke cans falling out of one and burying me under them. Would Pam rescue me? The bedroom was also tidier. Clothes were actually placed on cabinets rather than across the floor and there was a clear lack of panties strewn across every available surface. It pleased me that she’d thought to make her home more presentable but in truth I didn’t care all that much. Pam was Pam, and I knew she was far from being domestic goddess material. Did I care? Nope. “Do you want a drink?” she asked. I wanted nothing but her naked on the bed, legs splayed wide. “No.” “What would you like then?” she asked. “You know what.” She nodded and dropped her flower bag on the table next to her bed. Her face was flushed, probably from the wine she’d had in the restaurant. Her hair tumbled loose around her shoulders in cascading brown waves, and her skin glowed under the dim lighting. I wanted her so fucking badly. Slowly, so slowly I knew she was teasing the moment out, she reached up and pulled on the thin spaghetti straps of her dress. She pushed them down her shoulders, arms crossed and in one movement the hot-pink dress tumbled to the floor. Pam stood before me in just a tiny pair of lacy, pink panties. My cock hardened and I palmed it roughly through my denim. “Lie down,” I said. “Without the panties.” She smiled and bent forward, her magnificent breasts swaying from the motion. My mouth ran dry and I watched, captivated, as she pulled the panties off, tossing them into the corner of the room.

“I’m going to tease you tonight,” I said. “This week has all been about the desire. I just needed to fuck you over and over, but tonight I’m going to take my time. I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.” Pam scooted onto the bed, wrapped her hands around the bedposts and let her legs fall open. “Yes, Gabe. Do it.” I pulled off my top, kicked off my boots, but left my jeans on. This was going to be about me pleasuring her, not the other way around. I fell to my knees at the end of the bed and ran my hands up her ankles. The skin was ridiculously soft and I couldn’t help but follow the path of my hands with my lips. Up and up I went until I reached the top of her inner thighs. She squirmed beneath me and I knew what she wanted. But this was about drawing the moment out, pulling on the anticipation until it hurt. I stroked across the top of her thighs, getting closer each time, but never touching. One stroke, then another, one tiny kiss, then another. “Gabe,” she demanded. “Touch me.” I shook my head and ran my hands over her belly, all the while planting little kisses along her hip bones and down her pelvis. She moaned and thrashed and just as my hands reached her nipples I stopped. “Gabe…” Just one touch I told myself, and swept each thumb across each tight bud. She groaned and arched her hips. I rewarded her with one lick of my tongue. “Again,” she demanded. One more turned into several and before I knew it my head buried itself in her thighs, licking away at her juices, nibbling her clit. My hands running up and down her body. “I’m going to come,” she gasped and I pulled away. She lifted herself on her elbows and glared at me. “Gabe? What the hell…” “Not yet, babe.” I moved up the bed and lay down next to her, taking one nipple in mouth, my hand trailing down her curls and finding her clit. I strummed it just like she loved. In fast little circles, whilst my tongue laved her nipple in the same way.

“You have to let me come this time,” she groaned. “Oh, God, I need to…” I could feel it building inside her. The way her body twitched, her thighs trying to clamp together and I slowed my hand. “Not yet.” She squirmed and ran her own hand down her belly, settling over mine. “Do it, Gabe, or I will.” I let her increase the pace of my movements, allowed her to increase the speed and began to nibble on the perfectly soft skin around her nipple. Together we pumped her clit and after less than a minute she cried out, the orgasm washing through her. Her thighs clamped around both our hands and she buried her face against my hair. Her breathing slowed after a few moments, her thighs relaxed and gently she pushed my hand away. “That was perfect. Now lose the pants and you get the same.” My cock was raging in my pants. My entire being desperate to feel release, but, and it made me pause, there was something else I wanted more right now than to bury myself in either Pam’s pussy or her mouth. I scooted up the bed and wrapped her in my arms, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Later, baby. Close you eyes and relax.” “You sure?” she asked, but I could hear the sleepiness in her voice. I ran my hands up and down her back, rubbing out the kinks, marveling in the feel of her smooth perfection. “I’m sure.” She sighed and settled into me and though I was far from sated a ridiculous sigh of satisfaction left my lips. She felt good in my arms. I wondered what it meant. Her breathing slowed, the clock ticked and I don’t know how long we lay together like that. Her head resting on my shoulder, my hand rubbing up and down her back. It might have been an hour, it might have been half the night. It didn’t matter. Surrounded in the chaos of Pam’s place I was totally at peace.

Chapter Twenty-Three Pam: A rock and a hard place. Being caught between them sucks all kinds of suckage. A week after my solo-oral event I bolted out of bed and practically ran to get the door. Whoever it was pounded and pounded and I shrieked. “I’m fucking coming!” I pulled it open with one hand and closed my robe with the other. I didn’t want whoever the hell my visitor was getting a flash of boobage. “Hey, Pam.” Lucy looked like death defrosted, warmed up, then left to out to go bad. I glanced over her, sighed, then opened the door a little wider. She steeped into my hall and rubbed at her reddened eyes. “Are you on your own?” “Yep. Gabe’s gone to the gym.” I don’t know why I felt the need to tell her that but I was still a little iffy about the Gabe/Lucy relationship. I trusted that there was nothing of that kind going on. Gabe was a straight shooter. He’d made it very clear that dating meant just the two of us. Exclusively. But there was something going on. Something wrong with the whole situation and I didn’t know what it was. It pissed me off. “I’m sorry for just turning up,” she said. “I know you like to lie in on a Saturday morning. But I needed to talk to you.” “Sure,” I said. “You want a coffee or water or something?” Lucy shook her head and trotted into my sitting room. I noticed she was wearing sweats and a vest, an unusual occurrence for her, she was usually a total glamazon. I waited until she sat down on my couch and rubbed her eyes again before speaking. “What’s up?” “I’m sorry for turning up so early,” she said again. I cast a quick glance at the clock, half eight, in the morning, on a Saturday! No wonder she was repeating herself. I sighed as I imagined all those lost sleep hours. Gabe had kept me up late and that was turning into a regular kind of thing. We’d spent every other evening together, at both his and my place. It did mean however that I needed my Saturday morning lie-ins. Only for Lucy would I shuck it up. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I wasn’t sure whether to wait,” she said. “But then I worried Gabe would be here and I wouldn’t be able to talk to you.” I frowned and joined her on the couch. “Why would Gabe being here be a prob?” “He doesn’t like me.” “Well…” “He doesn’t,” Lucy insisted. She paused and took a deep breath. “I need your help, Pam.” “Help with what?” I asked. “Gabe.” I shifted on my chair a little uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going. Lucy was my friend, probably my best one. We’d hit it off the moment we’d met at Ixon and had spent many a weekend together ever since. Sure she could be flaky and kind of annoying but we’d had some laughs, more than some we’d had lots. Then too was the fact that I knew deep down she was a good person, underneath all the bitching and the whining. It was her defense mechanism, when she was feeling a little lost or a little scared she bitched. As her friend I got that, though I knew others might not. “You’re his girlfriend,” she added. “He’ll listen to you.” I swallowed unsteadily and nudged aside one of my books. It fell with a definitive thud. You’re his girlfriend… If she’d asked for my help a fortnight ago I’d have jumped to comply, I wouldn’t have even thought twice. I’d have gone to the new boss and extolled Lucy’s virtues. As my new boss that wouldn’t have been a problem. The professional distance would have been there between us. But everything was different now. Gabe wasn’t just my boss and asking him to lay off Lucy would be like taking advantage of our non-work relationship. I sighed and tried to get my head around everything. Gabe was a decent guy and we were in the midst of a freaking relationship. A fortnight worth of relationship. Getting involved in work matters whilst being involved in that was a recipe for disaster. Just like you thought at the beginning. “I’m not sure what you mean,” I said, stalling for time maybe. “He’s questioning everything,” Lucy replied. “All my decisions, all my plans, everything. Every file’s been put into SharePoint, so he can look at them all, and I don’t even know how to use fucking SharePoint!”

“You want my help with that?” I asked relieved to be able to offer my help with something. Giving Lucy computer lessons would not cause ripples between Gabe and myself. I could help her out, maintain our friendship and not blur the line between work and passion. “Nah I can figure it out. It’s not computer help I need, Pam,” she said and my relief evaporated. “Oh...” “I’m good at my job,” she continued. “You know I am. Not so good with the money side and stuff but the marketing is my forte. He’s not getting that though because he’s so focused on all the finance stuff.” “Well, Ixon is a business, Lucy,” I said. “It’s about making money you know.” “Yes,” she agreed slowly. “I get it. Profit is the bottom line. And I can make money if I’m given some help. Marketing could be as profitable as research if someone were to help me out.” “You keep saying that, but what do you mean by help?” I asked. “I need more than vague shizz here, Luce.” She ran a hand through her lank hair and pulled at her ratty vest. It occurred to me that things must be bad if she’d forgone the make-up but I was at a loss for how to make things better for her. Fact of the matter was Lucy flailed with money matters and shouldn’t really be in the position she was. Creative director or something similar, but head of the whole department? Nope, it wasn’t her. Unfortunately we didn’t have creative directors, the most similar position was as one of Lucy’s subordinates, so she’d have to take a demotion and a significant pay cut. I doubted she was thinking along those lines. “I need someone to help with the finance stuff,” Lucy said after a moment. “To sort my budgets out for the rest of the year.” I frowned. “But Gabe’s doing that,” I said. “That’s the whole point. He’s making an effort to sort your department out.” She shook her head. “He’s looking for an excuse to cut me, and I can’t lose my job, Pam. I can’t!” She reached out and grasped my hand, I was surprised by the strength of her grip. “I need this position. I have to make things work.” “But—”

“You have to talk to him,” she continued, her voice rising. “You’re my only hope, Pam. Convince him that you’ll work with me and sort everything out. I’m begging you.” I shifted again, everything in me screaming to say no. Lucy wasn’t asking this of me as the head of research, she was asking it of me as Gabe’s girlfriend. It was completely inappropriate and I did not want to set a precedent of acting that way. “Luce…” I began. “You’re my best friend, Pam,” Lucy interrupted. “I know I’ve been a bitch lately, I totally get that, but it’s only because I need my job. Serious, Pam. I can’t afford to lose it. Please say you’ll help.” I thought of all the times we’d hung out, the parties, even the Saturday nights watching chick-flicks and chomping chocolate. Yes, she was hard work, but she was my friend. “Okay,” I said slowly. “I’ll try. I can’t promise anything, Luce. But I’ll try.”

Chapter Twenty-Four Gabe: Shit blurs, that’s just a fact. The beef was about near cooked. The vegetables ready for a one minute steam. I fiddled with the dial on the oven and pulled out some plates. This was my first foray into cooking for Pam and I was excited about it. I wanted to ply her with good food and wine and then make love to her until the early hours of the morning. I hoped she’d gotten a decent lie in. Saturday mornings were reserved by her for that very activity and I suspected she’d slept until the beginning of the afternoon. I grinned at the thought and grabbed the butter. Just a little bit drizzled on the baked potatoes and I was set. My phone beeped and I grabbed it from next to the fridge. Pam’s name flashed up as I opened the text. Let me in xoxo. Was a fortnight too soon to offer a key? It was weird for me because the male part wanted to stake my claim and make it clear that Pam was mine, a key would do that. But I also knew that these things were not to be rushed. We were still in the wooing phase and I had to take my time. I opened the door and my heart gave a little thud. Pam was dressed in tight black denim and a wispy little bright green top. On her feet were a pair of jade green Converse high tops. She looked sexy and playful all at once. “You look gorgeous,” I said and she smiled. She leaned into me and before I could even think my arms were wrapped around her waist, hers around my neck and we kissed. Her lips were so soft, so sweet and I plunged my tongue in. She moaned in the back of her throat and licked against it. The kiss lasted a while and before long we were both swaying on our feet. I wrenched myself away with a laugh. “I want you,” I said, against her. “But dinner’s ready.” She shot me a saucy glance and ran a hand down my chest. “I’m starving. I need feeding immediately. Sex can wait till later.” “See you’re getting spoiled already! Sex and food on demand.” “Darn right.”

We made our way into the kitchen and I pulled a chair out. “I just need to sort the veg. You want a glass of wine?” “No, water please. You know wine makes me sleepy this early.” I set out our plates and served our dinner. Pam nodded me on as I filled her plate with beef. I loved the fact that she had a good appetite. “This is lush.” She chewed away and I smiled at the picture she made. I would offer her a key, I decided. It seemed stupid to wait. To hold out for a pre-determined length of time. I was deep into Pam, two weeks was more than enough to show me that. We got on at work, out of work, hell we got on all round. I adored her body, loved her beautiful face, but underneath all that was a sparky woman who complimented me perfectly. I knew such people, such feelings, only came along every so often, and it was idiotic to even think of allowing them to slip away. “I remember you saying that you liked beef. So eat up and then I’ve got us a movie to watch. I thought we could cuddle up on the couch.” Damn, I sounded like a love sick fool, I knew I did, but I wanted to hold her in my arms and just let everything wash over me. “I’d like that,” she said softly. “I’m thinking quilt off the bed, leftovers later on. Perfect. What movie did you get?” “Star Trek, First Contact.” She sighed and smiled at me. The smile curved the edges of her pouting lips and once again my heart gave an odd little thump. “Damn, Gabe, you’re my kind of man.” I grinned and forked up some of my own food. It was just right and I let out a relieved breath. I wasn’t much of a cook, not at all, but I’d badgered my mom for a recipe and though she’d shot me a knowing smile, she’d handed the paper over readily enough. “Now tell me,” Pam said, “do you think the Borg queen’s attractive?” We attacked our food, the conversation moving from geek to pretty much everything else. I loved the fact we could discuss so many things, and though Pam’s intelligence rivaled my own she was happy to talk about goofy things too. “That was amazing, Gabe.”

Pam kicked off her high tops and I settled her on the couch. “Be back in just a sec.” I ignored the mess she’d made on my way back into the kitchen. It was too much to hope she wouldn’t splatter the table cloth or get crumbs everywhere. That was so Pam and I shuddered slightly at leftovers on my quilt. I returned a minute later with a tiny plate. The lady in question let out a little squeal when she saw what was on it. “Where the heck did you find a hot-pink cupcake?” “It wasn’t easy I tell you.” But it had been worth it, so worth it to see her face all lit up. The pleasure and the approval warmed me in a way I was unfamiliar with. Pam scooped a little bit of the butter cream and licked it off her finger. My dick pulsed. Images of all the things we could do with a tub of cream filling my mind. She took another scoop and dropped a blob on the floor. I sighed. I’d clean it later. “Tell me you brought more than one?” she demanded. I laughed and sat next to her, draping her legs over my body. “I got you a dozen.” I paused for a moment before I said my next words because they meant something to me. I wondered if Pam would realize that. “I have a feeling you could get me to do pretty much anything, Pam. A dozen cupcakes and beyond.” Her smile faded and my heart lurched. She licked her lips, her gaze leaving mine to settle on the floor. Was it too soon then for such statements? Had I fucked up? “Gabe,” she whispered. “I…” “What?” I demanded. “What’s wrong? Did I go too fast here?” My hands felt suddenly clammy, my stomach dropping in on itself. “No, it’s not that.” “Talk to me then,” I said. “I’m going to have to,” she whispered. “And you are not going to like it…”

Chapter Twenty-Five Pam: When a man buys you cupcakes it means something. My heart felt heavy, my stomach sinking and I wanted to cringe. Gabe was just so freaking lovely. How often did a man come along who’d go hunting for hot-pink cupcakes? I imagined him going from bakery to bakery until he found one. Striding along looking all uncomfortable and red-faced. I happened to know they weren’t something that was sold just anywhere. I’d have hunted them down myself well before now if they were. For a man to do that. I bit down on my lip and eyed the perfect little cake. To shuck up the embarrassment, was just so sweet, and here I was about to ruin everything by doing the unthinkable. Mixing our relationship up with business. Hadn’t we both agreed in the beginning that it’d be Gabe and Pam at work, but Gabe and Pam, lovers, at home? The last fortnight had been built on that premise. But I’d promised Lucy, she was my friend and I’d freaking promised. I’d never felt in such an uncomfortable situation before and the only way I could think to sort it was to put it on the table and see what we could do. “Lucy came to see me last night,” I said. Gabe exhaled heavily. “Jesus Christ, Pam. I thought you were going to tell me something important.” “This is important,” I insisted. “I thought you were going to dump me!” he said. “Don’t ever do that again, please. Jesus, Pam, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” Despite the situation his words warmed from the bottom to the top. I knew Gabe liked me, a lot. As much as I liked him even. This only confirmed it and it thrilled me. Happy ever afters danced through my mind but then I remembered my promise to Lucy and I swallowed dryly. “Would never happen,” I whispered. “Dumping I mean.” “Never?” he asked. “Well not for the foreseeable future…” I paused. “Though you might wish otherwise in a minute…” He growled. “Shit, Pam, just spill it.” “Lucy came to see me yesterday,” I began. “To ask for my help.” “Okay…”

I took a deep breath. “My help with you, Gabe. She’s worried for her future, her job, her everything.” I shifted on the seat, moving my legs slightly. Gabe clamped them to him, stroking up and down. His touch sent a shiver racing through me and I had to make a concerted effort to continue. “She wanted me to talk to you, to make an appeal to your better nature.” “I can understand that,” Gabe said. Clearly he was getting the message. “For me to talk to you as your girlfriend rather than your head of research.” Gabe nodded slowly and ceased his rubbing. “I see.” I waited, breath held. “I’ve already decided what to do about Lucy,” he said eventually. “I imagine you have… and I feel really uncomfortable talking to you about this. But Lucy is my friend and there’s something going on with her that she’s not telling me. She’s scared, Gabe, and when she’s like that she gets bitchy. It’s a defense thing.” “As I said I’ve already made a decision.” I took a deep breath and bit down on my lip. I’d tried hadn’t I? I’d done as Lucy wanted. I couldn’t do any more than that. But would it be wrong to find out his plans and hint to her? Where did my loyalties lie? “Gabe…” “Did you agree to talk to me as my girlfriend then?” he asked. I frowned and shifted again. Gabe was angry, of course he was. I was blurring the line between our relationships and hell he had a right to be pissed about it. It was me who’d insisted everything be kept separate and here I was doing the exact opposite! I swore to myself there and then that I wouldn’t cross the line again. Our relationships would be separate from hereon out. Lucy could sort her own mess out. I wouldn’t pass information on to her. In this, the relationship, my loyalty should be for Gabe. Maybe I could just help her with some budget training or something, on the sly… “Yes,” I admitted wretchedly. “I did.” Gabe reached out and pulled me forward so that I was sat on his lap. Shock slithered through me and I found his gaze. His eyes were gentle, a look I couldn’t quite decipher in them. The only thing I knew was that it wasn’t anger. “My girlfriend, eh,” he said, a smile creasing his face. “Gabe did you hear what I said?” I asked.

“Uh huh.” “I was going to try and use my influence over you to help Lucy.” He laughed. “You were the one who insisted on keeping everything separate between us. I know it was impossible even then. Shit blurs in life.” “You’re not angry I crossed our relationships over?” I demanded. He shrugged. “Why would I be? Like I said you were always the one who insisted on the distinction. In my mind it makes no difference. Though you’re not getting a pay rise.” “I deserve one.” “You’re still not getting one.” I laughed too then. Happiness flooding me, though it was combined with chagrin at being so stupid. The situation with Lucy had mixed me up. Gabe was right! It was me, who insisted on keeping everything separate. Not him. I’d stressed myself out for no reason! “I had to agree to help,” I said. “Lucy’s a friend. It made me feel funny but…” “She’s sneaky,” Gabe said, running a hand along my waist. “I don’t know why you’re friends.” I shrugged. “She’s not sneaky, she’s just a little bit of a bitch.” “Well whatever. That’s your relationship and God knows my friends are a bit odd. You haven’t even met Nick yet. But look, I’ve got everything sorted for Lucy… don’t ask me what, you’ll see, but suffice as to say she isn’t going to lose her job and you can tell her that.” I wrapped my arms around him and settled my head on the spot beneath his neck, the kind of chest crook. “Thanks, baby.” “Your wiles are not the reason,” Gabe insisted. “I made the decision weeks ago.” “Uh huh.” “I’m serious.” “So my wiles don’t work?” He ran a finger along the length of my arm. “Why don’t you try them and we’ll see…”

Chapter Twenty-Six Gabe: There comes a point where you just have to say, it is what it is, and that’s that. A fortnight later I sat down at my desk, listening to the soft rock coming from the research room, and stretched my legs out. Damn, I felt fantastic––no, more than that, I felt amazing. A whole month of Pam was the reason for that and I couldn’t wait for a month more, hell a year, a couple, who even really knew. The melody filtered through the walls and I suspected Dave had control of the iPod this morning. The women played some pretty awful stuff and I held my breath when I arrived at the office wondering what I was likely to be saddled with all day. One more rendition of Beyonce’s ‘Independent Woman’, Jane’s choice, and I was likely to snap. Pam was a fair boss though, and she insisted everyone had a turn with the selection. I knew when it was her turn, I just knew. Folksy, melodic music that made me smile and long to pull her into my office and fuck her brains out. Would I ever get sick of burying myself in her wet walls? I kind of thought not. “Gabe.” Eva knocked on the door and poked her head round. I sighed. She was still as nervous as ever. “Yes, Eva.” “There’s a problem in Marketing. I thought maybe you should take a look.” I knew immediately what the problem was likely to be. I lifted myself from the chair and couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face. It seemed Giles had finally implemented the procedures I’d signed off, and in all honesty, unprofessional though it might be, I was looking forward to seeing the fireworks. It had never been my intention to fire Lucy. I was not the sort of man to turn people out of their jobs even if they annoyed me. Though to be fair her relationship with Pam had contributed to that. So her wiles had worked before she even knew it. I smiled as I imagine the fire works soon to pop. The next few minutes were likely to be very interesting indeed… I passed research en route, the door wide open. Dave was sat at his desk jamming to the music, a bunch of five staff were clustered

around a whiteboard and Jane was busy flicking through files at light speed. She shot me a smile, shot one at Pam and went back to her task. Pam was deeply engrossed in whatever she was working on and I paused for just a moment to take in her features. Damn she was beautiful. Despite her lack of any sort of domestic skill, her tendency to leave her panties all over my flat, not to mention the fact I’d found her Blackberry in the shower only yesterday, she was just about near perfect to me. After a moment she scrunched her nose, looked up and spotted me. A smile lit her features and she tossed her hair back. My throat ran dry and I beckoned her forward. As always, she looked amazing. A tight, red dress wrapping itself around her body, and scarlet heels thrusting that body up and chest out. God, I loved her tits. “What’s up?” she asked. She was using her ‘office voice’, and I smiled. Pam was still insisting on being businesslike whenever the other staff were around us. I was happy to go along with whatever she wanted, but the moment we were alone she was mine. “You’re gonna want to see this,” I said. “Did we win the McCarthy bid?” “Haven’t heard back from them yet. I don’t doubt you bagged it, though. Did your Blackberry start working again?” She laughed. “Yeah though the screen keeps flickering. I may need a new one.” “You’ve had six, Pam,” I said. “I checked the records this morning. I wonder what the limit of company approved Blackberry’s is?” Pam shrugged. “Ten?” “I’m thinking three.” “It’s essential to my work, Gabe,” she pouted. “Besides they’re insured.” “You should be more careful with it,” I said. “Who takes their Blackberry into the shower with them?” “I forgot I had it.” “I know.” Of course I would buy her a new one. Never mind the fact is was a work necessity it was also my means to send her dirty emails and texts. “I’d like hot-pink. Don’t make me use my wiles.”

“I think they offer black or grey. I’ll buy you a hot-pink case, how’s that sound?” “Perfect. So what’s up?” “Come on, you’ll see.” We made our way down to the second floor… eventually. I couldn’t resist pulling her into one of the supply rooms and kissing her until we both shook, and of course the day wouldn’t be right without those breasts filling my palms at least once. “What are we doing?” she asked, breathless and flushed, as I pushed the door open to the marketing team’s HQ. “You’ll see.” Lucy, unlike Pam, insisted on her own office and it was quite obvious that the fireworks were in there. Hell, we heard them before we were halfway down the corridor. “Gabe can fuck off.” The voice was obviously Lucy’s and Pam growled. “I swear to God, best friend or not, she needs to stop dissing my man.” I pulled up against the door and halted her progress, excitement and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on thrumming through me. “Your man, huh?” “Well… I meant…” She shifted uncomfortably and flushed. After a month she was still a little embarrassed to put a name to our relationship, but we both knew what it was and where it was going… “You know what I meant!” “Of course.” I nodded solemnly. “We are at work, after all.” “Yeah.” “You think we should go in?” A bang sounded, and Pam shook her head. “Not sure that’d be wise. You notice her staff have disappeared. Who the hell can blame them?” “Gabe’s saving your ass.” It was Giles, and Pam gave me a wide-eyed, questioning look. I shook my head. “Just listen.” “Gabe’s a total bastard,” Lucy screeched. “He waltzes in here like he owns the place—” “Which he does…” “And demotes me?”

Giles’ laugh filtered through the door and I had to give him points for dealing with this. It was far preferable than doing so myself. “You’re in the shit, Lucy. You know it and I know it, and the only way you’re getting out is to accept my help.” “You’ve wanted this all along!” Her screech was almost painful and I pulled Pam back slightly. “She’ll blow your eardrums.” “Wanted to be landed with a spoiled brat like you?” Giles said. “I don’t think so, darling.” “You—” “But this is the way it is, so get used to it.” I laughed softly and Pam and I, without even saying a word, left the room. “You demoted her?” she asked, as we made our way back up the stairs. “No. She’s exaggerating. I’ve basically put her under Finance until she sorts her budget problems out. Same money. Giles was happy to take her on.” “I bet he was.” “So I picked the signals up, right?” “I think so.” “She’ll be so mad,” Pam said, though I could tell she was amused. As she should be. Lucy might have squashed the bitchiness lately, since she realized I had no intention of firing her, but she was unpredictable and I didn’t doubt given the chance she could hit bitch mode again quick enough. “I feel bad for her,” Pam whispered. “I can’t help it.” “Giles will make sure she’s fine.” I said. “I like him.” Pam nodded. “Yep, he’s good. He cornered me the other day to offer his congrats on our blossoming relationship. I said thanks.” Gossip had indeed spread thick and fast across the office but it was obvious to anyone that Pam and I were at the start of something, Giles included. It wasn’t just sex, it was well beyond that, and no one begrudged us the opportunity, not even Lucy when it came down to it. It pleased me to hear the staff saying good things about it rather than being difficult. Still, I knew that Pam still found the whole thing a little bit weird, but I also knew that over time that she’d get used to

things. We worked hard and we fucked hard. What more could a man ask for? Another bang sounded from below and I laughed. It sounded bad, but I had faith in Giles sorting Lucy out, and it was going to be interesting to see exactly how he went about it.... “She’ll be fine,” I said. “Maybe…. I should get back to work anyway.” Pam smiled, sexy and sassy all in one. “Don’t want the boss to think I’m slacking.” “As if he would. But actually… if I could have a moment in my office…” “A moment?” “Important work matters,” I said. She laughed and shook her head. “Oh well, of course.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven Pam: When it happens it happens, and that’s just that. It was work time and that meant behaving myself around the boss. It meant acting like a professional woman, not a lust sick girl. I knew this and was totally on it…. Until Gabe pulled me into his office, locked the door and gave me ‘the look’. He was freaking scrumptious. All dark hair and muscles, and…yum yum. A month in his company, days and days being pounded and I was totally head over heels. I couldn’t get enough of him. “I want you,” Gabe said. “During work hours?” I asked. “That would be most improper, Gabriel.” “Indeed it would.” “Uh huh.” “If you think we shouldn’t…” It was almost lunch time, I reasoned. So in essence I was pretty much on my break. If one really thought about it one could almost suggest lunch times didn’t count as work times…. Of course, I was making the justifications up as I went along. I wanted him. Immediately. And since the Lucy situation I’d eased up a little bit on the strict guidelines between us. Our relationship was blossoming nicely and I was happy. Very happy. I walked, decision made, a hand on his chest, pushing him until he stumbled back against the desk. “You should be punished for such dirty thoughts.” He laughed. “Is that right?” “Indeed.” Carefully I sunk to my knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. “Jesus Christ…” “Not quite.” His cock sprung out into my hand, already rock hard. I licked my lips and pumped it up and down, gently at first. “Pam…” His voice was strangled and I laughed. “Punished hard, Gabe.”

My tongue peeked out and licked along the head. I could taste the pre cum and the flavor drenched my pants. I loved tasting him, suckling him, swallowing down everything he had to give me. I circled around the head before letting my tongue trail down his length and back up again. Up and down, and up and down. I licked over and over, my nipples aching from the action. Gabe’s hand settled on the back of my head, encouraging me to take him and I did as he wanted. Wrapping my lips around his cock, I swallowed him into my mouth. His cock touched the back of my throat and I pursed my lips, sucking against him. “I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he said and I nodded against him. I wanted him to. I needed him to. It excited and thrilled me all at once. He pumped in and out of me, pulling against my lips, his pelvis thrusting and pushing. I grabbed his ass to encourage it, and pushed him further in. I took it all and loved it. “Shit, I’m gonna come in your mouth.” He climaxed in an instant, his hot, dirty cum spilling down my throat and both he and I groaned. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Take it all.” My hand slipped under my skirt, finding my pussy, and I knew it would take a few strokes at most to orgasm. I suckled on his cock, taking in the last of his orgasm as my fingers slid across my clit. It was swollen and hot and I shivered as I strummed it. Gabe pulled out with a moan and that, combined with the taste of him in my mouth, was enough. I came in one blinding explosion. Orgasm racing through my entire body. I closed my eyes, clenched my mouth shut, and let it wash all over me, savoring every single fucking sensation. I felt Gabe’s hands either side of my face, little kisses fluttering over me, little sighs escaping us both. “That was fantastic,” he whispered, and the tremors fluttered through me. “I’ll have to insist on returning the favor this evening.” I smiled, took a deep breath, stood back up—with his help, brushed down my dress and sauntered out the door. It was work time after all, and we were keeping things professional––and yeah, okay, my legs were shaking slightly, my head spinning, but it was all part of the game.

The game we played together, night and day. The game I totally loved. “I’ll look forward to it,” I said, shooting him a smile over my shoulder. He grinned, then zipped himself back up and picked up a file. “Oh, and Pam,” he said, just as I unlocked the door. “About what you said earlier.” “Yes?” “I am your man; in every way, that’s just a fact.” Excitement peaked, happiness filled me and I nodded. “Yes, sir.” The End

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