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His thumb works over my clit in time with his fingers on my G spot and although my clit is still tender from last time, it feels so good I can forget the soreness. When Joshua finally stops teasing me and lets me go over the edge, it’s like a firework has gone off inside of me. The double sensation gives me an orgasm that is almost too much to handle.
The pleasure doesn’t so much wash over me as it rips through me, assaulting my nerve endings and making them sing for their lives. My pussy tightens around Joshua’s hand and my legs curl up slightly, everything pulling towards my center. I whisper Joshua’s name as another wave of assaulting ecstasy floods me and then I can’t speak, can’t even think.
I lay there with wave after wave of intense pleasure flooding through me, awakening me, battering me, changing me in some way I don’t understand but welcome. Finally, Joshua removes his hand from me and the sweet pain begins to subside, and I come back down to earth, my lungs screaming for air. I pull in a deep breath and then I pant, my chest rising and falling quickly.
Joshua leans down and brushes his lips across mine and then he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and then the other one over the other shoulder. He lowers himself down onto me, pushing my legs up, almost folding my body in half. And then he plunges inside of me and his huge cock rubs over my swollen and pulsing G spot, and I cry out.
He thrusts inside of me, and because of the way I’m wide open, he gets in deeper than ever before and I cry out again and again as he stretches me, fills me, and assaults my G spot with each thrust. He is close to orgasming himself, his strokes becoming shorter and faster until his movement is practically a blur.
His final thrust pushes both of us over the edge and we cling to each other, as a shared orgasm takes us. Once more, my body sings, my nerves coming alive and tingling and making me feel like I never want this to end, but end it must, and after an excruciatingly perfect few moments, I’m coasting down, and Joshua has slipped out of me once more.
I miss the feeling of him inside of me, the fullness, the pleasure and while there is no denying that I feel amazing right now, there’s also a part of me that feels sad knowing that this is truly the last time I can let this happen.
CHAPTER 33
MOLLY
Monday morning rollsaround much quicker than I would like it to, and I head into work half excited to see Joshua again and half dreading it. I’m not dreading it because I don’t want to see him, I’m dreading it because it’s becoming harder and harder to resist him and each time I give in, it makes me saying that it’s a mistake and it can’t happen again seem like a mantra rather than a truth.
Yesterday morning, I woke up in Joshua’s bed and I expected it to be awkward and I expected him to quiz me once again on why it’s a mistake and why we can’t just give in to this thing that we both clearly want. But it wasn’t like that. Instead, Joshua cooked bacon and we had bacon sandwiches and then he gave me a ride home. It wasn’t awkward at all, just full of our natural banter and chat, and not once did he mention doing this again or ask me why it was a mistake. I have to admit that threw me a little bit, and even though I can’t be with Joshua, I’ll admit it stung a bit to think he has given up on me.
I park my car in the office parking lot and get out. I head to the building and cross the lobby in a stream of bodies. I ride ina crowded elevator that has mostly emptied by my floor, and I head to the kitchen to make a coffee. I take my coffee to my desk and sit down and get ready to start work.
I’m not oblivious to the fact that I’ve barely had time to put my purse down before the whispers start. As the morning begins, the office hums with the kind of excitable energy that has nothing to do with work. It’s the kind of crackling, gossipy undercurrent that makes people lean into each other at their desks, their gleeful eyes darting up as I pass by. It’s not unlike the last frenzied moment of a hunt when the hunters have the fox in their sights and their vulture-like natures emerge.
I know the signs. I’ve seen them enough times before when someone else has fallen victim to the office rumor mill. Only this time, I know exactly who they’re whispering about. Me. The only thing I don’t know is why. Have I made another mistake, one so catastrophic everyone knows about it and are taking bets on what time I will get fired?
I keep my head high as I move toward my desk, ignoring the hushed voices, the sideways glances. I won’t give them the satisfaction of slinking along, and I certainly won’t give them the satisfaction of asking what they’re talking about. But inside, my stomach twists. It has to be something bad. Anything good isn’t juicy enough to cause this kind of excitement.
I debate skipping my morning coffee break because I don’t particularly want to go into the break room, but at the same time, if I don’t go in, it will look like I’m hiding away, and although I would be, I don’t want people to know that. And so, I brace myself and head for my break.
I’m pleased to see the only other people in there are a table with four interns gathered around it. They probably don’t even know who I am, let alone what I’m meant to have done.
Feeling slightly better, I make a cup of coffee and sit down at one of the other tables. I’m scrolling through my cell phonewhen I become aware that the interns have fallen silent. I look up and see them all nodding their heads to one girl. She shakes hers a couple of times, and then she sighs and gets up. She comes over to me.
“Is it true you’re dating Mr Redfern?” she asks. Her voice is dripping with curiosity, and her eyes are wide, expectant, like she’s either going to get the gossip of a lifetime or be fired.
I blink, caught off guard by her question.
“What? No, of course not,” I say. “Why on earth would you think that?”
“Well, you went to the christening with him. Someone said you were his date.”
I force out a short laugh.
“I wasn’t his date. We just … I’m his secretary. I was invited as a friend.”
The intern’s eyes gleam with something that tells me my denial has done nothing to stop the speculation. If anything, I’ve just thrown gasoline on the fire. And I know if I try to deny things further, it will only make it worse, so I clam up and turn my attention back to my cell phone until the intern leaves my side and goes back to her table.
What the fuck? How do people know I was at the christening? The only thing I can think of, short of Joshua telling someone, which doesn’t seem likely, is that his father mentioned it to someone who mentioned it to someone else and someone else. That would explain why everyone thinks we’re dating. Aside from the fact it makes a better rumor. If Joshua’s father has mentioned it, he actually thinks we’re dating, so he will have said that not thinking he’s doing anything wrong.
This is worse than I imagined it was going to be. I kind of wish I had made some massive mistake now instead of this. I don’t want to hide because it will make me look guilty, but I certainly don’t want to face anyone who knows me well enoughto quiz me. If the intern I’ve never met dares ask me questions like she did, I dread to think what Patty or someone like that would ask me.
I finish the rest of my drink in one long swallow and then I quickly wash and dry my cup and put it away, before hurrying out of the break room and going to sit at my desk. I sit down, feeling like I’ve achieved something getting back here unscathed and unquestioned.
I exhale slowly. This is bad. This is really bad. I suppose I could work it to my advantage though. This is after all the excuse I’ve been making for why we can’t see each other when Joshua has pushed me for a reason. This is exactly what I said I was afraid of, that this thing - whatever it is - with Joshua is supposed to stay between us and it would never work that way.
I find myself wishing he was here for more reasons than him being eye candy. If he was here, the whispering wouldn’t stop, but it would be a lot more subtle, and I could pretend like it wasn’t happening a whole lot easier. Also, I think he would put it into perspective for me. I’m kind of spiralling, and he would be the voice of reason. But he’s out with a client and he said he didn’t expect to be back until after lunch.
