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“What?” Eden nearly screams, and I think her eyes might actually pop out of her head. “Why on Earth would you do that?”
“Because he's my goddamn subordinate, Eden,” I snap. “We've been over this. I can't fuck somebody who works below me, and he's nearly a decade younger than me. I knew I was hot for him and that I was ready to cross the line, so I tried to stop myself by kicking him out. And he started to leave, but then he turned around and said he wasn't going to leave unless I fired him. He said to either fire him or admit that I wanted him to take care of me.”
“Sweet holy mother of baby Jesus.”
“My thoughts exactly,” I reply, and both of us fall into a fit of laughter that lasts an entire minute. “After that, I was undone. I told him I wanted him to take care of me, and that was the last thing that was said before he nearly knocked over both of my chairs to get around my desk and kiss me.”
“For the love of god. This is like a fucking movie,” Eden says, beaming as bright as the sun.
I shake my head, remembering the scene while still in disbelief. “I know, girl. Then it was on. The next thing I knew, his hands were all over me and the temperature spiked. I was terrified someone could walk in, but too into it to stop. It was so goddamn erotic, and the moment he dropped his pants, my eyes nearly fell out of my head and rolled out of the office like marbles.”
“Oh, it was likethat?”
“It was very much likethat. He slid it in and I gasped so hard I thought my lungs collapsed. He proceeded to go all out, and Itouched my clit for about five seconds before losing all control and being swallowed up by an orgasm as big as a tidal wave.”
“Oh my word!”
“Then he came, long and hard, and we ended up on the floor behind my desk. It was hot, raw, passionate, sexy, terrifying, intense … all the damn adjectives. My mind was blown. Still is, right here, right now. These memories are going to live with me for an eternity.”
Eden finishes off her wine and gives herself a refill. “My god. Well, good for you, girl. I’m so proud of you for going for it. I know how hard it must've been for you.”
I follow her lead, knocking back the rest of my Chardonnay and pouring a refill that empties the bottle. “Yes, it was. But I have no regrets. Good dick will do that, won't it?”
“So true,” she answers, smiling big and shaking her head. Then she adds, “Okay, then let’s not forget the other question I asked.”
“What other question?”
“You better stop playing. You know exactly which other question. Now that you went there with the boy wonder eight years your junior, what’s next? What does this mean?”
“Ugh, you just made my wine taste bad with that question.”
“Olivia!”
“What? I don't know what’s next,” I admit with an exaggerated shrug. “There really is no next. I was brutally upfront with him. I told him that I'm not looking for love, and that if he tries to go there then it’ll be over.”
“Seriously?” she asks with a frown, almost like she's disappointed. “So you're just going to be fuck buddies?”
“Basically,” I reply, shrugging. “I don't have time for anything else. I just need his very skilled help at relieving stress from pursuing my ambitions. That’s all. Obsidian is my husband, Quinn can be my sneaky little mistress on the side that fucks mesenseless when Obsidian pisses me off. Other than that, there is nothing. I don't want anything else.”
“But what about him being dominant, and smart, and perfect for you?”
“What about it?” I shoot back. “Don't get me wrong. Ilovehow dominant he is, and I have some deep, dark plans to pull that out of him so that he can use it on me, because we both know that I want to bedom-i-nat-ed. So I plan to use everything that’s already inside of him and just add to it until he's the literal Dom of my dreams, but there will be no falling in love. That’s completely off the table and he knows that. I made it very clear.”
“Did you?”
“Yes,” I respond quickly. “Crystal clear, so there are no excuses.”
Eden shakes her head, sipping her wine and looking at me over the edge of the glass again. “You are something else.”
“I don't see why,” I say. “I was open and honest with him. What else am I supposed to do?”
“So let me get this straight,” she begins, ignoring my rolling eyes. “You two are going to fuck whenever you want, and you—my little sapiosexual submissive—are going to basically teach him how to be your Dom, even though he hasn't hinted at being into BDSM. The sex will be kinky as fuck and out-of-this-world-amazing, but neither of you is going to develop any feelings whatsoever. That’s what you're expecting me to believe?”
I nod my head proudly. “Exactly that.”
Now it’s Eden who rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right. I'll believe it when I see it.”
“Then get ready to believe it, because that’s how it’s going to be.”
