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  "No thanks," I replied standing up and slinging my purse. “I should go."

  Just then, “Good Love” began to play; it was my absolute favorite song on that album and always made me emotional when I heard it.

  I began walking faster towards the elevator to make my escape. He followed, his lithe, muscular body walking confidently and caught up with me in a few strides.

  "Lena, I asked you here to talk and haven't said what I wanted to say."

  "What did you want to say?"

  "This."

  Chapter Eight

  He reached for my hand and pulled it around his waist, then tipped my chin up and leaned his head down to kiss me. His kisses were repeated, single, gentle kisses; soft against my lips. My other arm went around his back and both his hands held my face up towards his as we kissed. I felt my heart racing and my core tightening with excitement. He turned us around and began slowly walking forward making me take steps backwards, towards the living room area. I knew I needed to stop him, but I couldn’t pull away.

  "I can't do this," I whispered against his lips.

  He didn't stop kissing me, walking forward as I continued walking backwards.

  "Yes we can,” he coaxed. “We can do anything we want."

  "No, Jonathan."

  "Yes. I know you want this. I want this." He was insistent. His kisses became deeper and more probing, demanding more from me.

  Soon he had me against his wall of thick, clear glass, putting both his hands against it on either side of my face. I was trapped; both by the glass wall and the desire I had for him. The bastard knew he was sexy and was willing to use it.

  He stopped kissing me for a moment, looking deep in my eyes, keeping me trapped.

  "Lena, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

  I didn't answer. Finally succumbing to my urges and his seductive reasoning, I pulled him in to kiss me; tangling my fingers in his hair. His hands reached down to my ass, grabbing it and pulling me against his erection, while I pulled my shirt over my head.

  He unclasped my black, lacy bra and my breasts spilled out into his waiting hands. He lowered his hot mouth to my nipple sending shivers of delight down my body. I watched as his ivory-colored fingers kneaded my chocolate brown breasts, while pale colored lips sucked on my dark nipples. With each pull, a current of pleasure traveled straight to my sex, my panties dampening with desire.

  His seduction had worked. My brain was no longer functioning. The only thing functioning was my desire to have him fuck me. The memory of him licking my clit spurred me onto my knees. I knew we were right by the glass window exposed to the world, but I didn't care. I opened his button and zipper and heard him gasp audibly as I freed his large erection which fell heavily into my small hands. Driven to desperation by my arousal, I placed my tongue on the thick, moist head of his dick barely just able to fit it into my mouth, and began to lick and suck hungrily, while stroking it from base to near the tip. Just having my brown lips around his white dick was giving me a head trip. He was clean, cut and tasted amazing. I hummed my approval as my head bobbed up and down rhythmically. I knew he was watching me suck him off and I wanted to drive him crazy.

  "Fuck, Lena!" he growled, shutting his eyes tight. "Lena, I won't last long, please. Slow down."

  I drew him out of my mouth and began to lick the underside of his cock with long leisurely licks as he braced himself, with his hands flat on the glass window. His heavy balls drew up tight and I could see he was straining to maintain control. The skin on his chest and his tight abs was glistening with sweat.

  A bead of moisture surfaced on the tip and I quickly lapped it up, enjoying the taste and sucking on him while gripping his rock hard thighs.

  "No, I can't," he said pulling me up to stand.

  "Taste yourself," I said huskily, as I kissed him and he sucked on my bottom lip.

  He took my hand and guided me towards the couch in the living room. He led me to sit down and knelt in front of me. He removed each of my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, with me arching up to help him. He was still in his shorts with his huge cock pointing straight up from them. I tried to reach for them to take them off, but he pushed me back on the couch.

  "It's my turn now," he said huskily, his voice sounding sexy and demanding. I was still wearing my black lacy panties as he pulled me down to sit right on the edge of the couch.

  He came between my legs and trailed his tongue slowly from my navel up between my breasts. He went down again, this time beginning right on my sex, on top of my panties trailing his lick all the way to the stiff peak of my breast. He did the same again, leaving a moist trail to my other nipple. I arched into his tongue, groaning with pleasure. He was definitely seducing me, preparing me for what was to come. He paused to look at my body.

  "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked with a questioning look on his face as his gaze met mine. He trailed his hands around my breasts and flat stomach.

  "Look at your beautiful, chocolate skin. So beautiful. So exquisite."

  I looked down as his lightly tanned hands explored my brown body, trailing down my breasts, my arms and my thighs.

  "Lena, I want you so much," he said, his face serious and his eyes hooded with lust.

  "From the first day I saw you in the lobby, I knew I would have you like this and I did everything I could to bring you to me." My heart fluttered and I stopped breathing for a few moments as I listened to him.

  "It made me so angry that I wanted you. I did everything I could to resist you. But I can't."

  His admission hit me like a ton of bricks. He was admitting he was attracted to me before he ever spoke to me. He’d seen me the day I’d stared at him lustfully. I was too shocked and wound up to answer.

  "I want you right now." In that moment, I could see he meant it. I didn't want to think about what all this meant in the real world.

  "I want you too," I whispered.

  He pulled my panties down, keeping me on the edge of the seat. He spread my legs wide and tossed them over his broad shoulders. I felt his hot breath on my sex and sensed his excitement and lust building. He placed his open, wet mouth over my sex and sucked my lips and clit. He worked his tongue around my clit, spreading and pushing my knees towards my chest as he exposed me to the frantic assault of his tongue. I was no longer in control of my responses as I cried out and gasped rhythmically with his licks.

  He probed his tongue into my sex and I felt myself clenching at his shallow circular plunges. He put his hands under my ass, pushing me up to meet his mouth as he licked and sucked everything he could find, pulling gently at my large clit with his lips and tongue. I couldn't take it anymore. I’d reached my limit and felt my climax ripping through me, powerfully and endlessly. My sex tightened rhythmically and my clit throbbed with pleasure as the waves of climax traveled through my body. I heard the crackle of foil and as soon as he sheathed himself, he notched his cock between my legs. I desperately wanted to fuck but the climax kept my sex tightly clenched and wouldn't let him in.

  "Let me fuck you baby, please," he pleaded as he tried to guide himself in, bracing himself up to gain access. His torso was running with sweat, light droplets falling onto my skin. Eventually with his repeated thrusts at my entrance, I flowered open for him and he thrust his cock forcefully inside. I saw the look of triumph on his face as he began to fuck at a relentless, unforgiving pace; driving deeper with each thrust. His enormous cock stretched my sex to its limit, and it clutched and sucked him into its depths, struggling to accommodate his thick girth and taking several thrusts to get him deeper. When I felt him on my uterus, I squirmed at the slight discomfort and he withdrew slightly but did not stop.

  He lifted my legs up high and held them wide apart, thrusting with singular focus. I watched him while he watched his cock fucking my pussy hard, grunting rhythmically with each thrust, his hands firmly gripping my spread ankles. The man knew how to fuck. He changed up the pace, repeatedly doing quick sh
allow thrusts then fucking hard and deep. I grunted and gasped along with him and felt his climax building fast.

  “Do you like the chocolate pussy, Jonathan?” I asked between gasps.

  "Fuck, Lena," he groaned, his dick thickening as he raced towards his orgasm. “I love the chocolate pussy.”

  “How much do you want it?”

  “Very badly,” he groaned, with his eyes fixed on the pussy, fucking hard.

  "It's yours to fuck," I gasped, riding the wave of the orgasm building inside me.

  And with that promise, he gave four or five hard thrusts, each one accompanied by a primal grunt, then began to climax with a harsh cry. He spurted powerfully and repeatedly, while continuously stroking his dick into my sex.

  "Come for me, Lena," he commanded. At his words, the orgasm that’d been building ripped through me a second time, causing me to jolt, spreading warmth through my body. He kept thrusting until we’d fully rubbed out everything we had in us.

  He released my legs then collapsed on me, keeping his cock inside my sex, with his chest pressed to mine. I felt slick wetness between our chests and stomachs from the sweaty encounter while we struggled to catch our breaths.

  After what seemed like forever, he slipped out of me and rose back to a kneeling position, resting on his heels. Instinctively I closed my legs. I knew that the moment was over and nothing remained but the consequences of our actions.

  "May you please show me the bathroom," I asked avoiding his gaze. He got up and closed his shorts then stretched out his hands to help me stand.

  "Sure, this way."

  I gathered up my purse and clothes and followed him to the guest bathroom just behind the elevator. He opened the door and turned on the light. I didn't want to look at him while I stood there naked, to let him see my shame and embarrassment. I closed the door quickly.

  The bathroom was spacious with a toilet, bidet, double sink with a shower in the corner. I walked to the large vanity and looked at my face in the mirror. My hair was hideous and my lips were swollen and sucked dry by all the kissing we’d done. Now that I was alone, the shock at what I’d done struck me. My jaw dropped and instinctively, I held my hand over my mouth, while staring at my reflection.

  How was I ever going to deal with this mess? This was so fucked up. I had to get away as soon as possible. I looked around the room. There was a pile of small, brand new, flannel cloths rolled up in a pyramid and a small laundry basket under the sinks. I thought of wiping myself down with one of the cloths but changed my mind. If I put it in the basket I didn't know who cleaned up around here. I always moved with a travel pack of wet wipes and I pulled those out and cleaned up after peeing, then got dressed. I brushed my hair with a travel brush I kept in my purse and I reapplied my lip gloss.

  Once I was done, I waited a moment longer, wondering what I was going to say to him when I got out. I checked my phone for the time. It was 4.00pm. We’d been at it for about an hour. I noticed a missed call from Gerry and another from my mother, probably checking if I was meeting her for church tomorrow. Damn it. I pushed away thoughts of guilt and shame from my mind. I had to make my way out of here, now that I knew what he wanted to talk about. He’d said enough.

  I opened the door and peeked out. I couldn't see him in the immediate area. I walked back to the living room where we had sex and noticed a few sweaty smudges on the glass, where he’d placed his sweaty palms while I went down on him in full view of the whole city of Atlanta.

  I looked towards the balcony and noticed the sliding doors were open. Jonathan was leaning his tall muscular frame over the stainless steel railings, a glass of white wine in one hand, with one foot crossed over the other ankle. He was wearing his low slung shorts, still shirtless and barefoot.

  "Hi," I said meekly.

  He turned around smiling, leaning one elbow on the rail and taking a sip from his glass.

  "Hey. Can I offer you another glass of wine? Juice?"

  "Err... No thanks, Jonathan. I... I have to go."

  I turned around and walked towards the elevator. He followed me inside, set his glass down and gently grabbed my arm; turning me around to face him.

  "Hey," he began as he looked at me with his piercing gaze.

  "Are you okay?" I could see his eyes searching for the answers I wasn't providing.

  I smiled weakly.

  "I'm more than okay. I just... I should go."

  He was silent for a moment.

  "I want you to stay."

  What did he mean he wanted me to stay? This was crazy. This was so wrong. I can't be here.

  "I can't."

  "Why?"

  "You know why."

  He ran his hand through his hair as he always did when frustrated.

  "Lena, we need to talk this through."

  I laughed.

  "I think we have done enough talking for today."

  "That's not what I meant," he began. Then he took my hand and continued, "After our first time together I thought the desire I had for you would be sated, but now after today, I know that I haven't even scratched the surface. I want to see you again."

  Realization dawned on me; I was right. My boss wanted a fuck buddy relationship with me. I knew this before I came and I’d let it happen. I cut him off.

  "Jonathan. You don't know what you are saying. This is madness." I let go of his hand.

  "Goodbye, I really have to go." I was more insistent and firm. He paused for a moment.

  "Let me walk you down."

  "I'd rather you didn't."

  When I got to the elevator I stood there a little confused, not knowing how to open the doors. I'd seen him use a finger print scanner which was obviously programmed.

  "Hey," he came behind me, looming tall over me, pressing his chest lightly to my back.

  "Can I get a kiss before you leave?"

  I turned around and standing on my tiptoes, I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

  He pressed open the elevator and I entered.

  "B," he instructed.

  I pressed the ‘B’ button I hadn't noticed before. As the doors closed, we gazed at each other, me clutching my bag and him still shirtless with his hands in his pockets as I disappeared from sight.

  Chapter Nine

  I arrived in the basement parking area, right by where his personal cars were parked. I knew them all; the Porsche Cayenne, the Mercedes S Class AMG and a Chevrolet Tahoe. I walked to my car in the visitors parking near the other bank of elevators and left as quickly as I could.

  Half an hour later, I was entering my apartment and threw my purse on the coffee table. What was wrong with me? I know I didn't just fuck Mr. Carter in his penthouse. The ramifications of what we did were beginning to hit me. The company code of conduct discouraged, amongst other things, fraternizing amongst co-workers. Yet here I was, sleeping with my boss. I could imagine the ensuing scandal if it ever came out that a black female subordinate was screwing the white boss of a major company. I could imagine how our clients, both black and white would face uncertainty and how the brand would be affected.

  I wondered what our colleagues would say in our department and the rest of the company; how it would affected the Carter family and my parents. How a scandal in the tabloids would result in endless pictures of me being hounded by gossip reporters and my career ruined. I’d be seen as the cunning, black gold digger and never work in this town again. My boss would at the very least, get a slap on the wrist then go on with his life, but his business could take a major hit from the scandal. This was a big risk for both of us.

  Besides, did I have the strength for a no-strings-attached-fucking-only relationship? That's exactly what I’d been to my ex when he fell out of love with me, just a fuck. And I’d been heart-broken. I was the type of person who wanted to be loved and care for; not wanted only for sex. Yet even that memory of Jonathan wanting me, his face distorted with lust while he thrust his white cock into my black pussy, watching himself... It had left me aroused and confused
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  After a Sunday of repentance and new vows to resolve this issue with Jonathan, I arrived at work early Monday morning with new determination. I knew in my heart that despite this strong sexual attraction we had for each other, one of us was going to have to be strong enough to walk away while we still could, to save the little professionalism that remained.

  I checked my personal emails on my cell phone to get those out of the way before I began work on my laptop. Several messages downloaded, including one from Jonathan that’d been sent to me shortly after my departure from his penthouse. It was a PDF attachment called MEDICALS.

  I opened the document. It was a medical history document, detailing tests of his latest health screening for sexually transmitted illnesses, dated Tuesday the previous week; the day we had the staff meeting. I rolled my eyes then quickly scanned through the results. All negative. Okay, so obviously we had come to this, where my boss was determined to continue this inappropriate liaison by giving me his health history, to clear the way for unprotected sport fucking. I ignored the tingle in my body and decided I needed to see him that morning to solve this mess. I texted him.

  “Please can we chat for 5 minutes this morning? Tx.”

  He replied shortly after.

  “On my way to the office. 15 min. x”

  Why is there a kiss in his reply? I thought. Maybe he thought my shortened "thanks" was some type of kiss. I looked at the time. It was 8.15am. In twenty to thirty minutes, a lot of people will begin pouring in. I was nervous about discussing personal stuff at work in close proximity to walls that had ears; but I had to get this done ASAP.

  A short while later, I saw him swagger towards his office; holding a Starbucks cup and a laptop bag. He was wearing his trademark black suit and white shirt, with a black tie. He looked hot and sexy as usual, hair still damp from a recent shower. I decided to give him a few minutes to settle in before I went to his office. I didn't have to wait long before I heard a ping on my cell phone.