And while sometimes his quips annoyed me, I didn’t take them personally anymore. He was still an asshole who made digs at someone instead of compliments. But he was an asshole I was beginning to understand more and more every day.
“We should get some sleep.” I ran my hands down to his cock.
“Yeah, we should.” His fingers played with my nipples.
“I’m really tired,” I said, as I squeezed him. He pressed his lips to mine and pinched my nipple. I cried out slightly.
“Hey, I’m really tired as well.” His fingers left my breasts and moved down my stomach towards my pussy. I held my breath, waiting to see what he was going to do then sighed as he moved his hand away and lay back. “I guess we should sleep,” he said.
“I guess so.” I continued to play with his cock, feeling it grow harder and bigger in my hand. “We should sleep.” I moved my hand away, and he groaned, which made me laugh. “I thought you were tired, big boy.”
“Not too tired.” He looked over at me, challenge in his eyes, a challenge that I was definitely going to accept. I moved closer to him and kissed his chest. As I made my way down his chest, I felt his body stilling. I loved the power I had over him. He groaned as I enclosed my mouth over the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head, the salty taste of pre-cum turning me on even more.
I moved further down the bed so that I was in a more comfortable position, and then I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. He gasped as I sucked and licked his cock, my fingers playing with the underside of his balls. He man-scaped, which was nice. Everything about this man’s body was amazing. I could feast on him for days. I looked up as I sucked on his cock. His eyes were closed, his hands clenched around the sheets.
“Don’t stop,” he grunted as I continued bobbing my head on his. I could feel him getting harder and harder in my mouth, and I loved the power and control I had over his orgasm. I stopped, and he groaned out loud. “What are you doing, Abby?”
“I think you should ask me politely, Mr. McAllister.”
“What?”
I said, ask me nicely, Mr. McAllister.”
“Oh, fuck,” he said, “Abby, really?”
“That’s Miss Waldron to you,” I grinned, loving this evil new side of me.
“Abby?”
“Miss Waldron.”
“Come here,” he said.
In one swift motion, he pulled me towards him. I laughed as I fell against him and kissed him hard, his cock pressed up between us. Then he rolled me over on all fours and positioned himself behind me. I leaned forward slightly, my hands on the bed and my ass up in the air. He tugged my hair as he slid inside of me, fucking me doggy style.
“I’m not going to last long, you know,” he gasped.
He grunted as he thrust into me, fast and hard and deep. It felt amazing, but sure enough, I’d taken him too far. Within minutes, he was coming again. He pulled his cock out of me, and I felt his hot come all over my ass. I turned around quickly and took him in my mouth again so that I could suck the remaining drops of cum from his cock, then I licked my way up his chest and kissed him.
“I can’t believe my mousey little secretary is dynamite in the bed,” he panted.
“I can’t believe my asshole boss couldn’t even wait for me to come,” I said.
He pushed me down on the bed with a growl, and I felt his fingers between my legs, rubbing my clit.
“Give me ten seconds,” he promised.
Then I closed my eyes and allowed him to work his magic. It was a little more than ten seconds, but it didn’t take long for me to come at his touch.
Once again, I found myself in his arms, spent and satiated, wondering what was next. I wasn’t going to overthink it, though. I couldn’t. We were here for business, not pleasure, and I’d have to be professional, even though I wanted to be anything but.
Chapter 34
Abby
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“So we’ll go out and explore Edinburgh for a bit today, and then we’re going to meet someone at a restaurant around four, okay?” Dylan was typing something on his phone as he spoke.
“Four?” I racked my memory. “I don’t recall any appointments for four. Is this a business meeting?”
“No.” He didn’t look up. “It’s not for business.”
“Oh, okay. Who are we meeting?”
He paused for a few seconds. “Barbara.”
“Barbara?”
He wasn’t taking me on a date to meet another woman, was he? I mean, I knew he was an asshole, but was he really that much of an asshole?
“Yeah, Barbara.”
“Um, okay. And is this related to …?”
“Like I said before, it’s not for business.”
I chewed on my lower lip. This was a very weird, uncomfortable position to be in. I was still his secretary. But now that we’d been intimate, I felt closer to him, which I knew I shouldn’t. To most men, sex meant nothing, but to me it was special, and the way he had touched me and kissed me, it almost felt like he had real feelings for me.
Yet now he was being distant again, and I hated it.
“So … should I dress up, or is it a casual thing …?”
“You don’t have to dress up. Jeans and a t-shirt are fine. Isn’t that what you would normally wear?”
“That’s not fair.” I laughed. “I may have looked like a librarian, but I looked like a professional librarian.”
“Well, you don’t have to look like a librarian today.” Finally, he looked me in the eyes and smiled. “You nearly ready?”
“Yeah, I’ve been ready. So, where are we going to first?”
I wanted to explore Edinburgh, but I hadn’t known that we’d be doing it together. I thought he’d do something business-y, and I’d go sightseeing by myself. It was nice to know that we’d go around together.
“Well, you wanted to go to Edinburgh Castle, right?”
“Yeah, that would be kind of cool if I got in. I’m not sure if tickets are still available.”
“So let’s go to Edinburgh Castle.” He grinned. “I heard there’s some dungeons that we can take a tour of if you want.”
“That would be fun. If you want to.
“I don’t mind.” He stood up. The distant expression was back. Did he regret that we’d had sex? Was he scared that I was going to ask for more, or take him to HR, or sue him?
I touched his arm. “I had fun last night.”
“I had fun, too.” He grinned. “Why? Are you saying you don’t want to go out again?
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying that it was fun. I wanted to do it, and …”
“And?”
“Just in case. I don’t know. You’re acting funny.”
“Sorry, just a lot on my mind.” He picked up his phone and fiddled with it. “I wasn’t expecting this meeting this afternoon.”
“Who’s Barbara?”
“I’m not quite sure yet,” he said, softly. “We’ll find out this afternoon.”