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  "From the first day I saw you in the lobby, I knew I’d have you like this and I did everything I could to bring you to me." I could sense her holding her breath at my confession.

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

  Ever since the day I’d laid eyes on her, I hadn’t stopped thinking about her. She had to understand the effect she had on me.

  "I want you right now." I said, hoping desperately for her to feel the same way.

  "I want you too," she whispered back.

  I pulled her panties down and spread her legs, tossing them over my shoulders. I lowered my lips to her sex, and placed my mouth on her, sucking and licking her with ardor. Using the tip of my tongue, I gently coaxed her clit; teasing it, lifting it, circling it, flicking it until she was writhing and gasping with arousal. I lifted her knees and pushed them towards her chest, holding her still so she could do nothing but endure the frantic assault of my tongue. She cried out and gasped erotically as I dipped my tongue into her pussy repeatedly, stroking her with enthusiasm that I’d never had for any other woman before. I lifted her ass pushing her up to meet my mouth as I sucked and pulled on each lip, then gently drew her large clit into my mouth with my lips. I felt her quiver hard as she cried out, then climax powerfully with my tongue on her and in her, sucking, licking and teasing continuously while her narrow opening clenched tightly in response.

  Without waiting another second, I quickly sheathed myself and notched my cock between the lips of her sex. I tried to ease myself into her pussy, fighting hard to remain in control but she was clenched too tightly. I didn’t want to bruise her; I wanted her to feel nothing but pleasure and I’d be patient.

  "Let me fuck you baby, please," I begged her, rubbing my cock along her folds as I tried to gain access. My chest and stomach were glistening with sweat and I continuously thrust against her, waiting for her to flower open for me. I felt her relax infinitesimally and that was all I needed. I thrust powerfully into her, feeling a euphoric triumph then began to fuck intensely, losing control of myself as I drove into her.

  She was tight and her walls gripped me powerfully, pulling me into her depths with each thrust. I felt her squirm slightly and knew I’d gone too far; I was too deep for her and had to draw back a little but I could not bring myself to stop. The need to fuck was over-powering.

  I was eager to see my dick sliding into her, so I lifted her legs up and spread them wide, gripping her ankles firmly in each hand. I watched myself fucking her, enjoying the sight of my ivory cock plunging in and out of her deliciously dark pussy. I could feel my climax building fast and grunted loudly with each thrust, wondering how I’d ever be able to let this delicious pussy go.

  “Do you like the chocolate pussy, Jonathan?” she asked, breathing hard with each thrust I drove into her. Her words made my balls draw up tightly and I knew I was seconds away from coming.

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

  “How much do you want it?” she asked.

  “Very badly,” I growled, with my eyes focused on it, fucking it hard.

  "It's yours to fuck, Jonathan," she gasped.

  And with that promise from Lena, I gave several hard thrusts then began spurting hotly into her tight pussy in powerful bursts while continuously stroking her sex with my cock.

  "Come for me, Lena," I demanded. I felt her orgasm rip through her and watched her come apart, while I continue to thrust until her jolts cease to wrack her body.

  I released her legs then collapsed onto her chest, keeping my cock inside her. We were breathing heavily, my face in her neck, struggling to catch our breaths while feeling the slick wetness between us from the sweaty encounter.

  After a long moment, I rose and pulled out, kneeling before her resting on my heels. She looked like she’d been ravished with her hair tangled and her body glistening with moisture. I wanted to hold her in my arms and kiss her, but I had to first see how she felt about what we had done. Immediately, she closed her legs and looked away. I watched her with trepidation, trying to figure out if perhaps I’d hurt her.

  "May you please show me the bathroom," she asked quietly, avoiding my gaze. I rose and fastened my shorts then offered her my hands to help her get up from the couch.

  "Sure, this way," I said leading her to the bathroom.

  She gathered up all her clothes, purse and shoes and followed me to the guest bathroom near the elevator. I opened the door for her and turned on the light switch. I turned to her and seeing her standing there naked with her magnificent curves had me wanting to pull her to me again, but she kept her eyes averted. She entered the bathroom and quickly closed the door.

  I stood there for a moment wondering what the hell to do about her reaction, then walked back to the living room and tied off the condom for later disposal. I was certain that once she’d had a moment alone she’d be okay.

  My body was drenched with sweat and I needed a drink. I poured another glass of wine and opened the door to the balcony and stepped out. I took a large sip of my glass then leaned over the balcony, thinking about my encounter with Lena. Shit, I thought to myself. I really had a taste for her. There was no way this was enough. I wanted to keep seeing her. I realized something I hadn’t felt about a woman in a long time; I genuinely liked her and wanted her to stay longer. Perhaps when she came out I could convince her to stay the night, I had more to give her. We could order dinner then spend the rest of the evening in bed. If she was willing then she’d be the first girl to sleep in my suite tonight; I’d like that. I heard her come up behind me.

  "Hi," she said quietly.

  I turned around and smiled at her, noting that she was back to her usual perfection with her hair back in place and fully dressed, with her purse on her shoulder. I understood that she may be worrying about what we’d done and I’d find a way to reassure her.

  "Hey. Can I offer you another glass of wine? Juice?" I offered, taking a sip from my glass.

  "Err... No thanks, Jonathan,” she replied shaking her head. “I... I have to go."

  She briskly turned around and went back inside. I quickly followed after her, placed my glass on the table and caught her arm gently. I turned her to face me.

  "Hey," I began, trying to read her and figure out what was wrong so I could make it right.

  "Are you okay?" I asked with genuine concern in my voice.

  She smiled weakly.

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

  I couldn’t believe it. I thought we’d had an amazing time together. Why would she want to leave? Most women who I invited over would never want to leave again, ever. I couldn’t figure her out, but I had to let her know I still wanted her here.

  "I want you to stay."

  "I can't."

  My heart stilled.

  "Why?"

  "You know why."

  I had an idea that this was to do with our employee- employer relationship or something, but I needed to hear exactly what she was thinking so I could fix it. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration.

  "Lena, we need to talk this through."

  She laughed quietly, surprising me. "I think we have done enough talking for today."

  "That's not what I meant," I began. I took her 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."

  I was totally putting myself out there and at her mercy. I was hoping for a reprieve, but she cut me off.

  "Jonathan. You don't know what you are saying. This is madness," she insisted, pulling her hand away from mine.

  "Goodbye, I really have to go," she added firmly.

  I looked at her again, realizing she was serious.

  "Let me walk you down,” I offered, hoping to put her at ease by the time she got to the basement.

  "I'd rather you didn't."

  Whoa. She really wanted to get away from me. This was unexpected.

  She walked a few more steps to the elevator then hesitated, not knowing how to operate it. I had a good mind to keep her here trapped, but I knew how ridiculous and impossible that would be. At least her inability to figure it out had bought me an extra moment with her.

  "Hey," I said coming up behind her, deliberately brushing my chest against her back. "Can I get a kiss before you leave?"

  She turned to face me, then stood on her tip toes and placed a light kiss on my cheek. It wasn’t enough, but I’d take what I could get; for now.

  I opened the elevator and she entered quickly. I placed my hands in my pocket and watched as she turned around, keeping her eyes on the panel.

  "P," I instructed, willing her to look at me.

  She pressed the P for Parking then fixed her gaze on me with an unreadable expression on her face. As we gazed at each other silently, the doors closed and she left.

  Chapter Twelve

  I stood there for a moment longer wondering what the hell just happened. At first we were laughing and chatting, the next minute we were fucking hard, then the moment we were done, she couldn’t wait to clear out of there.

  Another unfamiliar feeling swelled in my chest. I couldn’t quite place it, but it sort of felt like… I’d just been used for sex. I needed a stiff drink so I walked to my liquor cabinet and poured myself a Cognac.

  I walked to my living room and lay back on the couch nursing my drink, with my other arm thrown over my eyes. I recalled the many times I’d been over at a girl’s apartment laughing, talking and then after sex, getting out of there as fast as possible, like Lena had done. I recalled being begged to stay many times and I always had an excuse why I couldn’t. Fuck; Lena had done a classic hit and run. And she’d expressed no hesitancy at all in leaving when she was done with me.

  Despite her reticence and abrupt departure, our encounter this afternoon had proved that we were meant to do this. Lying there on my couch sulking while drinking some expensive shit, I just knew that I had to have her; whatever the cost. While I was having sex with her, the desire to be inside her skin to skin was overwhelming. It took all my self-control today to not slip off the condom and stealth her; I’d wait for her consent. Surely she was on the pill? Most ambitious career girls like her were on some form of birth control, right?

  I lay back listening to her favorite music wafting gently through my penthouse. I liked the words of the song playing; I grabbed my tablet to check out the title; “Whatever It Takes”; very fitting.

  I switched it off, got up and went back to my home office to see what else I needed to do for today, just to take my mind off Lena for a while.

  There were several emails from my lawyer about our trip to California that week and I scrolled through them speed reading each one. I replied where necessary. I noticed another email from Dr. Lee with a PDF attachment; the results of my health screening. I opened the document and quickly scrolled through it, scanning the results. All negative; good. No surprises there. I forwarded the results to Lena’s personal email address then called my lawyer to finish our discussion about our California take-over bid.

  Sunday, I woke up early to go for my kickboxing session with Mason in the aerobics studio downstairs, to make up for missed sessions during the week. I dropped him twice within minutes; once with an elbow jab and the second time with a round-house kick to his right shoulder.

  “Shit, you on fire, rich boy,” he mocked, rising with a dramatic kick-up move.

  “What’s eating you, today?” he asked, circling me like a predator. “I’m about to make you my bitch,” he threatened, putting me on my guard.

  I’d had a shitty night, lying alone in my bed awake for hours thinking about Lena. Since she left my place I’d checked my phone several times hoping for a call or text; nothing. I’d woken up in a bad mood and was taking it out on Mason today.

  Mason came forward again, throwing a double punch followed by a swift kick. I ducked the kick and caught his chin in a classic uppercut, dropping him to the floor with a thud.

  “Shit; you are getting good,” he said impressed as we took a break. “But what’s eating you man? Didn’t you get laid last night?”

  I snorted and shrugged while sipping my bottled water. “If it’s a girl you like it’s never enough, man,” I confessed.

  “What?” he laughed looking at me incredulously. “What happened to ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’? You’re losing your touch, man. Let’s roll.”

  I liked Mason. He always read a situation well and noticing my reticence, he didn’t push me further about it. We carried on with our training and half an hour later I was going back up to my apartment.

  I’d left my phone behind, to avoid looking at the screen every five minutes while I was training. I checked it as soon as I walked into my penthouse; still nothing from Lena. No naked pic, no gratitude for our encounter, not even a request for spending money; who was this woman?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Monday morning, I did a forty minute run and an extra hard weight training session, knowing I’d be leaving for California later and would miss several days of workouts. For once, Mrs. Epstein had focused her predatory skills on another poor soul; a new resident in one of the condos. I felt enormously relieved I wouldn’t have to endure her attention when I was so distracted. All the guys looked at the new tenant with a little pity; I recall getting the same looks from them when I first moved in. It was becoming a rite of passage to be initiated into the building by her and we all turned away and left her to it.

  I was being driven to work by Jackson in the Tahoe today since I was headed for the airport straight from the office, so I went down to the parking level with my bag packed ready to go. I had over-trained leaving too little time for breakfast, so I instructed Jackson to pass through the nearby Star Bucks for a heavy dose of Java.

  While sipping my coffee as Jackson navigated through traffic, I heard a ping on my phone. It was Lena. I couldn’t help feeling excited to hear from her after her silence for the rest of the weekend. It read:

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

  She wants to chat to me? Gladly.

  I replied:

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

  I couldn’t resist adding a kiss to my reply; I needed her to know I was still into her, whatever she wanted to say.

  As we headed into the basement parking, I was sure she probably wanted to end our affair. I’d simply dismiss the idea of ending things from her mind and make light of it. But what if she wanted to fuck? Then I would oblige her, I thought, shifting my tightening pants. Either way, I was ready for Lena.

  We got to my reserved parking spot right by the elevators and I went up to my office, holding my laptop bag and coffee cup.

  As soon as I set my stuff down and removed my jacket, I sent Lena a message.

  “Come through.”

  A few minutes later while I was setting up my laptop, there was a knock at my open door and Lena entered. She looked more stunning than ever in a beautifully tailored cream suit with Capri pants and a grey blouse with nude heels.

  "Good morning," I smiled, going to shut my door.

  "Good morning," she answered, taking a deep breath. It did not look like she was here for a quickie. I played along.

  "Jonathan, why did you send me your health history?"

  "Because it's important for you to know that I'm clean,” I shrugged.

  "Well I don't have one and am not going to have one done,” she said, airily.

  “That’s fine with me,” I answered. She was trying to turn this matter into an obstacle and I had demolished it. She looked shocked.

  “What do you mean, ‘that’s fine’?” she demanded. “You don’t even know me.”

  Actually, I did know her a little now; much more than ninety percent of the women I’d been with. I even had a file of her personal history; didn’t it have some sort of health screening report?

  "Actually, you know what?” I said smugly. “There's no need; you probably already submitted one when you joined this department."

  I saw her face despairing, then she straightened herself again.

  "Okay, well... I ... I guess I wanted to say we can't do this anymore."

  Had she forgotten she told me her chocolate pussy was mine to fuck?

  “That’s not what you said Saturday just before you came apart in my arms.”

  I watched her eyes dart from side to side briefly as she looked scandalized.

  “That was in the heat of passion, Jonathan. I’ve since come to my senses. It ends here.”

  So she really wanted to dump me. I considered her words while I took a sip of my coffee and tried to ignore the tendrils of panic that were threatening to surface. The way she’d reacted during our encounters sold her out; she wanted me. She was just afraid of the perceived barriers between us. No way was I giving in to something that was so unnecessary.

  "Yeah... Well, are you on the Pill?” I asked, intending to make sure she knew I wasn’t giving up.

  She looked scandalized for a moment then tried to look cross.

  "Jonathan. I'm not on the Pill, and I don't intend to be. We’re not going to do this again. My decision is final."

  I took another sip of my coffee while watching her. The distant flash of panic dissipated upon seeing that she clearly did not believe in her own words. I thought to make light of it by saying something outrageous.

  "Okay then; that settles it," I began. "If you’re not on the Pill, I'll just have to pull out."

  I watched her jaw drop open in outrage. She was dumbstruck and I couldn’t help the naughty grin that spread across my face at her reaction. I could tell she wanted to laugh; her eyes lit up with mirth. I was hoping to hear a giggle spill out but she suddenly turned on her heels and walked quickly out of my office without looking back.

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