Page 122 of After Hours

I eased up after her orgasm, knowing she would be sensitive. Still, I kept caressing her, making her tingle with pleasure. Her renewed arousal urged me on, and I used my fingers inside her. As she reached another climax.

“If you keep letting me orgasm multiple times every day, I won’t be able to get anything done,” she whispered.

She got off the desk, undressed, and knelt before me. I stood there, surrounded by the formality of a business office, while this beautiful, naked woman gave me an exquisite blowjob. I couldn’t contain myself especially when her tongue was wrapped so slickly around my cock. She skillfully swallowed every drop of my cum and smiled up at me.

She gathered herself, sitting back on my desk, with a look of satisfaction written on her face.

“When was the last time you painted? I’ve seen you do everything except painting lately,” she asked, switching the topic.

I sighed, rubbing my palm over my face. “I just haven’t found artistic inspiration lately. I dabbled while you were sleeping, but it didn’t fully come together. When I create my next piece, you’ll be the first to know.”

“I better be the first to see, also, are you thinking about who’ll be your assistant after I leave?”

“Don’t remind me about it,” I pouted. Azzaria added quality to my work, eased my temperament, and helped me connect with clients. The thought of her leaving unsettled me.

“I’ll still be in your life, just not at your office and also, there’s a new property on the lineup,” she pointed out.

“Yes, I know about the property, and no, I haven’t found a new assistant. Have you ever thought about staying on board?” I asked.

“What did you buy?” She asked, “I’ve thought about it, but I’m torn. I want us to work separately, but I love it here. I’m also moving out, and I wanted to talk to you about that.”

My mind raced as she addressed multiple topics. Azzaria was a whirlwind of thoughts, and I had to address them individually. “Let me answer these one by one,” I chuckled. “I’ll have Reyes draft a contract, and you can decide.” I already had Arnoldo draft it, but that’s my way of staying ahead, she didn’t need to know that.

“Alright, sounds good.”

“Secondly, I bought the sandwich deli.”

“Wait!” She exclaimed, “What? Why? Are you going to turn it into something else?”

“No, I bought it because it’s your favorite place, a gift for you.”

Her smile was priceless, and her happiness was my greatest reward.

“You’re so romantic. Thank you. You rented the ice cream park for our pre-date. Then, you rented me that bookstore for a day, and we went book shopping last night. I don’t want you to think I’m after your money, though.”

“I’d spend all my billions to spoil you. Having you is worth it all,” I whispered in her ear. She moved to my lap, exchanging affection in her way.

“You’re going to make me cry,” she said. “Once I pay off my loans and debts, I’ll do something nice for you. I promise.”

“Having you here is equivalent to infinite. A number and symbol of wealth I’m yet to attain, don’t worry about buying me things. I have everything I’ve ever wanted and the one thing I never knew I needed.”

“What’s the one thing you need?”

“You, precious. You,” I whispered in her ear. “What did you want to ask me about the housing?”

“Um,” she stammered, “nevermind. I’ll figure it out. Anyway, we s—”

“Tell me,” I urged. I had an idea of what she was going to ask me, but I needed to hear her say it.

“Well, so… I have to move out really soon because my time at school is almost done, but I’m going to have to move. I was looking for affordable apartments in the city, and I wanted help since you’re a big real estate guy.”

“I can give you two options. Ready?” I asked, “You can move in with me, or I can just move you into one of my buildings across the city. Pick one.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and vexed her face. Here we go… “Those are the same, and moving in with you, are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re the type of guy who doesn’t like to be crowded. You work a lot, you’re always busy. You take random trips. You always have people over, and my anxiety doesn’t handle that well, and I can continue the list.”

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