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“That seems impossible,” she replies. “But I know you better than to accuse you of exaggerating.”

“I don’t exaggerate.”

“I know,” she says.

She squeezes my cock.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever fucking seen,” I say. “And I’ve had to work with you for years.Years.”

“You’re telling me you thought I was beautiful this entire time?”

“Yes,” I say. “Beautiful. I’m not blind. At the end of the day I’m still a guy. And some of the things you wear to the office…once or twice I’ve considered asking you not to wear that blue skirt. That blue skirt fucks up my concentration.”

Her eyes widen.

“Now I wonder if youareexaggerating,” she says. “You don’t notice anything that’s not right in front of your face. Nothing that’s not relevant to work, especially. You’re so focused at work, always so serious and business-like.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t notice your ass in that skirt,” I grunt.

Her hand strokes me through my pants and I lean my head back, closing my eyes.

“You’re very good at pretending to be indifferent, then,” she replies. “You always seem indifferent to anything that isn’t one of your obsessions.”

She drops to the floor, kneeling in front of me as her fingers undo my fly. Pulling my cock out, she strokes the length of the shaft in her hand while taking the tip into her mouth, her tongue flicking the underside of my cock while she sucks gently.

“What if you’re my new obsession?” I ask, the words leaving my mouth against my better judgment.

She stops what she’s doing for a moment and looks up at me.

“Then the feeling is mutual.”

10

Rebecca

Givingmy boss a blowjob in a church isn’t really what I envisioned doing when my sister first told me that she was engaged.

Then again I don’t knowwhatI envisioned. Something involving being alone with nobody to dance with except for our awkward cousin Timothy, probably. Looking chubby and out of place behind my sister as she says her “I do”s, with everyone looking at me with pity — the single, older sister with no date to the wedding, no diamond ring in sight.

It’s exactly the kind of thing that families like mine love to speculate about. My mother leading the pack.

When I invited Eric to the wedding, I knew I’d be throwing a grenade on everyone’s preconceived notions of me and I’ll admit, I enjoyed that thought. Arriving to the wedding with Eric Stone, some fancy billionaire guy that most of them have only heard about from news segments and articles in magazines.

But Eric has made it clear that he’s not here out of pity for me, or even to do a favor.

He’s here because he wants to be here. Or at least, he wants to be wherever I happen to be at the time. With me.

He. Wants. Me.

Even knowing this though, even after the way he kissed me outside of the church before the ceremony…I still didn’t expectthis.

But here I am on the floor, kneeling in front of him, his thick shaft sliding over my tongue as the man it belongs to tosses his head back and groans, the most uninhibited I’ve ever seen him.

It’s fun. Making him fall apart like this, making his walls fall down and his usual stiff and professional demeanor dissolve as he forgets what he’s supposed to be doing, how he’s supposed to be doing it, allowing us to cross so many professional lines that I doubt I’ll be able to look at him in the same way ever again.

I haven’t thought about what happens when I go back to work Monday morning.

Haven’t considered the consequences of what we’re doing right now, though I know that I should.

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