"Fuck, you're my boss." Mila moans out as Karson brings himself to his knees pushing her legs apart."
"Let me make you cum beautiful." Karson breathes out.
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'When a man wants you he will literally come and get you.' -Anonymous
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Mila looks up at me with those lost beautiful eyes. I feel myself slightly harden a bit in my pants, I could imagine her pretty lips wrapped around me.
I press her against the window, holding her hands above her head. She bites her pink wet lips, still gazing up at me, my hips trapping her in place. I bury my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume that had been driving me wild all day. I take a deep breath, my lips trailing slow kisses along her neck, and a soft moan escapes from Mila's lips. I smirk as she grinds against me. "K-kiss me," Mila moans as my lips continue to pepper her neck with kisses. I grab her face, locking eyes with her. I press my lips to hers, the orange glow of the setting sun hitting her just right as I savor the feeling of her lips against mine. The sensation of being utterly addicted to her courses through me as I place my hand on her plump ass, she moans as I tighten my grip, and as she moans, I push my tongue in for dominance. I grab one of her thighs, pulling it to the side of my hips, her skirt riding up slightly riding up.
Mila leaps into my embrace as I take a step back, her legs wrapping around me effortlessly. Her skirt rides up to reveal her hips entirely, and I can't help but smirk at the stunning sight before me. Gently placing Mila on my desk, I crush my lips against hers, eliciting another moan from her. My hand starts to explore her body, cupping her breast as I press my throbbing cock against her clothed pussy. She moans once more as I tease her through her thong, causing her to whimper and moan in pleasure. Slowly sliding down her underwear, my middle finger glides up and down, driving Mila to make sounds that could easily bring me to my knees.
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My eyes flutter open as the morning light filters through the blinds, instantly igniting a surge of frustration within me. I grimace and shake my head in disbelief, my thoughts consumed by the longing to have Mila standing before me just as she appeared in my dream. With a heavy sigh, I hoist myself out of bed, the waistband of my sweats hanging loosely on my hips. Treading slowly towards the bathroom, I snag my towel on the way. The steaming water of the shower cascades against the expansive glass walls, the heat enveloping me like a comforting embrace. Despite trying to push them away, vivid images of Mila from my dream persistently invade my mind, causing a stirring sensation within me that I cannot ignore.
Throughout the next hour of waiting at the office to see Mila, more and more thoughts came strolling through my head. Some include, 'Does her moan sound like it did in the dream', or 'Does her pussy get as wet as I felt in the dream.' This girl was going to be the death of me. No matter what I did I still couldn't get her out of my mind. My dick stayed hard for about thirty minutes every time I thought of her goddamn beautiful face and body. The things I did to get my mind off of her, consisted of drinking an energy drink which I drank every morning, reading through my emails, talking to my uncle about how the first day was, and trying to drink coffee, which I hate coffee, so that was a different experience.
But nothing could shake the image of Mila out of my head. Her long, flowing hair, her piercing eyes, her soft lips that I could almost taste in my dreams. I couldn't believe how much she consumed my thoughts, how much I wanted her. As I sat in the uncomfortable office chair, tapping my foot anxiously, I couldn't help but wonder what she would say when she saw me. Would she feel the same intense attraction that I did? But deep down, I knew that there was something special about Mila. Something that drew me to her like a moth to a flame. And as the minutes ticked by, I couldn't wait to finally see her again, to feel her presence and hopefully, to explore the depths of our undeniable connection.
A soft tap echoes in the office, pulling my focus to the door. "Come in," I beckon, secretly wishing it's the woman who's been occupying my mind all day. The door groans open, and in walks the alluring Mila. She's dressed in a chic grey skirt that barely grazes her thighs, paired with a white tank top that gives a tantalizing peek of cleavage - enough to stir desire in a man like me, yet tasteful enough to maintain professionalism. Her bronzed legs carry her towards me, encased in graceful white heels that shine like polished leather. I can't help but let out a quiet breath, a smirk dancing on my lips once again, this time aimed at the enchanting woman standing in front of me, rather than just lingering in my thoughts.
"Good morning, Mr. Briggs," Mila greets me with a smile that could light up the entire room. Her voice is smooth and melodic, sending shivers down my spine. I gesture for her to take a seat across from me, trying to maintain my composure as she gracefully settles into the chair.
As we delve into the purpose of her visit, I find myself captivated by her intelligence and wit. Her eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief, and I can't help but be drawn in by her magnetic presence. The way she articulates her thoughts, the way she gestures with her hands as she speaks - every movement she makes is like a work of art.
I struggle to maintain my concentration on the current task, my mind invariably drifting back to the woman positioned across from me. It's unmistakable; the attraction I feel towards her intensifies every time she smiles or lets out a chuckle. Our professional interaction walks a fine line between yearning and professionalism. I am mesmerized by her flawless tanned complexion and her luscious lips. The enticing pull of desire coupled with the impulse to act on it occupies my every thought.
Our conversation started with a chat about our mornings. Mila wanted to know her schedule for the day and if there were any changes from yesterday. I complimented her on her performance the day before, which she took in stride. After shifting away from work talk, Mila offered to grab me breakfast. "I'm going to get some coffee, would you like some?" she asked with a smile. Politely declining, I mentioned my aversion to coffee. Mila's reaction was a mix of surprise and sympathy. She headed to the coffee shop across the street, leaving me to observe the world below, feeling like a giant among tiny ants. Despite the distance, I could still spot the familiar figure of Mila as she made her way through the crowd.
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After I left the office on Monday morning I couldn't help but feel aroused, fantasies of Karson's hands lingering on my body sent shivers down my spine and fluttered in my stomach. I got home and hopped into the shower after I put my wavy hair up in a bun so I wouldn't have to rewash it. My hands slightly lingered on my body as if my hands were Karsons. Oh, the things I would let him do to me I thought. I didn't let myself get far enough to release the desires built up in me. I slowly stepped out of the shower, water droplets falling in paths down my tanned skin. Rayla wasn't home yet and I honestly did not feel like staying up.
Upon waking the following morning, I found myself consumed by the same longing that had plagued me before drifting off to sleep. Though I couldn't deny that my boss possessed a certain magnetic appeal, his erratic mood swings left me feeling utterly bewildered. How could I possibly navigate a romantic entanglement with someone who could switch from scathing criticism to royal treatment in the blink of an eye? My own temperament was tumultuous enough without adding his into the mix. With a resigned shrug, I acknowledged to myself that pursuing anything with Karson was a recipe for disaster at this point. As I surveyed my surroundings, my gaze fell upon a delectable croissant perched tantalizingly on the counter, accompanied by a charming note penned in Rayla's elegant handwriting. The message brimmed with affection and warmth, instantly lifting my spirits. Unable to resist its sweet allure, I took a bite of the croissant and was delighted to discover a rich, gooey chocolate center. The corners of my mouth were now adorned with chocolate, and my heart swelled with gratitude for having such a thoughtful and caring best friend in Rayla.
I made my way to the office this morning with a happiness I didn't have the night before. All my emotions were in order, I knocked on Karson's door, so I could make sure my morning schedule was correct. Once I saw his face, my core tightened, and my knees felt like they were giving out, I rolled my eyes mentally to myself. Like fuck Mila, what happened to, 'his erratic mood swings left me feeling utterly bewildered.' Huh? I guess it was gone after that.
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