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"No, not right now. I’m not. Let me hear your song."

"Fine," she says, and she closes her eyes. She hums slightly, and I listen to the melody, nodding my head to the beat. "Swim in the ocean," she sings. "That’s what you told me to do, swim in the ocean, and you said I’d be coming home to you. But what you didn’t tell me is that the nights will stay long, and the water is cold, and you are still gone. Sometimes, I swim in the ocean, and I think of you, but there’s not really anything else I can do."

She pauses, and all I can do is clap. "That’s beautiful," I say. She slowly opens her eyes and looks at me. I can see she’s trying to figure out if I am being honest and sincere, and I am. "That was really touching." I press my finger to her lips, then lean down and kiss her again. "You’ve really got a beautiful voice. You’re really talented."

"Oh, it’s just something I do for fun. It’s not like I expect to be a singer-songwriter or anything," she says, and I realize that’s exactly what she wants, and I know she has the talent to make it. I wonder if I should tell her about the entertainment section of the company we’re about to open. I wonder if I should tell her I would love to sign her, though a part of me would be sad because I know she can make it. I know she’s got the talent, and she’s beautiful, but if she makes it, she’ll leave Rosser International. She’ll leave the copywriting department. She’ll most probably go on tour and travel the world, and then I’ll never get to see her.

"So, are you going to fuck me yet?" she asks, interrupting my thoughts.

I blink as I look down at her. She has no idea what I’ve been thinking. "You really want this, huh?"

"As long as it’s not breaking any policies," she says, and I know neither one of us cares about that anymore. "Seeing as we’re not dating or anything."

"We’re not dating," I say as I adjust my cock and bring it to her opening again. "We’re not fucking dating at all," I say as I thrust into her. She cries out as I move in and out of her. She’s wet and tight and feels like fucking heaven. I know that I’m making a huge mistake. I know that this is the last thing I should be doing. I know, dating or not, this is definitely breaking the no-fraternization policy at the company, and I don’t give two fucks. More importantly, I feel like I’m fucking someone I like, which might be even more dangerous.

I watch her breasts as they bounce back and forth, and she wraps her legs around my waist. "Fuck, yeah," I say as I pump into her. "Oh, fuck," I shout, "just so you know…"

"Yes, Ethan?" she gasps, holding on to my shoulders tightly, her fingernails digging into my back as I continue to slam into her.

"This is not going to happen more than five times," I say, and surprisingly, she starts laughing. The sound makes me smile, and I pause, cock deep inside of her. "What’s so funny?" I ask as I lean down and kiss her on the lips.

"Who says I want it to happen five times, Ethan?" she says, shaking her head. "Once is good enough for me."

"That’s what you think," I say, growling as I thrust into her harder and faster. I grab her ankles, pull them up over my shoulders, and pull her down so that her ass is against my upper thighs. I pull out, and she whimpers at the loss of me, and then I slam back into her. Her pussy is wetter than it was when I was eating her out, and I know that neither one of us is going to be able to recover from this anytime soon. "If you don’t think you’ll want it more than once, we don’t even have to do it," I say as I pull out again and rest the tip of my cock against her clit.

"Shut up," she says, "and fuck me."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me, Sarah."

"And I love it when you fuck me, Ethan. And please don’t worry, I’m not expecting anything from this," she says, shaking her head. "Except another orgasm."

"Coming right up." I growl as I grab her ankles and thrust into her hard and fast.

17

Sarah

Dear Diary.

Yes, I slept with Ethan Rosser. And yes, Ethan Rosser is hot. And yes, he has a big cock, and knows how to work it. And yes, I don’t regret it, but I’m just not sure where we go from here. What am I going to do?

Confused and concerned Sarah.

We’re sitting in Ethan’s home office, and I’m wearing a pair of his boxer shorts and an oversized T-shirt. He’s wearing a pair of boxers and no top. I’m playing the guitar, trying to come up with a cool tune for the jingle that we’re going to use for Rosser Home Goods, but I’m finding it very hard to concentrate. My legs and my pussy are aching, and my entire body is sore, in the very best way. I feel like I’m in a movie, some sort of surrealist picture filmed in Italy or France, because I can’t quite believe that I’m here, sitting in his boxers and T-shirt, and we’ve already had sex twice. I don’t know what it means. It most probably means nothing. He already told me it wasn’t going to happen more than five times, and I don’t want it to happen ever again after today because it would be weird and awkward and… Oh, who am I kidding? I definitely want to fuck him again.

"Oh, I like that," he says as I strum randomly, not even thinking about the notes I’m playing.

"Oh," I say and continue strumming. My fingers move across the strings, imagining they are gliding across his body.

"Yes, that sounds great. Da da dum. Da da dum." He’s humming along to my beat.His face is serious now. He’s back in work mode, and a part of me wonders if I can get him out of work mode—again. A part of me wonders if I can seduce him and have him put the guitar down and come and take me yet again. But I don’t want to try it. I don’t want to risk it because, what if he says no? What if he says he needs to focus and concentrate? That will make me feel like shit. That will make me feel like I’m not the seductress I think I am. I don’t even know who I was when I was saying half the things I was saying in his bed. I blush, thinking about how I told him to, "fuck me now." Who says that to their boss? Fuck me now? I have never said that before to anyone in my life. But it had felt right at the moment.

"So, was the balloon salesman thing true?" he asks as he stops humming, and I gaze at him in confusion.

"Huh?" I put the guitar down.

"You said you dated a balloon salesman before or something? Or was it a time-share person?"

"Oh, you mean from the ad?"

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