Page 3 of The Good Girl

Chapter 2

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I booted up my computer and tried to make myself look busy but I couldn’t concentrate. I wanted to march into his office and demand to know the truth. How could he come to me last night if he knew he was planning to move on? Or was he still in the training stages with her?

I remember what that was like and the idea that he would share that with her just a few short months later made me feel murderous and sick. Was she feeling that special glow after one of his smoldering looks? Was he touching her even when he didn’t have to? Going out of his way to crowd her just so he could be close?

I watched her every move every time she went in and out of that room, my anger growing with each trip. I was very close to doing something I never would’ve imagined myself capable of. I’ve never been much for confrontation, choosing rather to back down and walk away. But this was worth fighting for. I was gearing up to do…something, not sure what, when his voice came through the intercom on my desk.

“Ms. Carmichael, come in here please.” His voice jolted me and I got up from my seat to answer his call.

“Yes sir?” I kept my head down refusing to look at him. He sees too much, and I knew how he’d react to any show of what I was feeling, especially in the work place.

I took down the notes he gave before turning to leave the room. He was so impersonal, so detached almost. I felt deflated as I made my way back to my desk. It was over, I was sure.

I hurried through the day until it was time to go to lunch and though I had no appetite, I needed to get out of there. My phone buzzed just as I was taking my bag from the drawer.

“Yes sir?”

“Go home.” My heart fell to my toes and I felt sick. Had he just fired me? I couldn’t think. Retrieving my bag I left the office and the building in a trance. I don’t remember getting home or dragging off my clothes before dropping into bed in tears.

I cried for my broken heart, for what could’ve been if only he’d given us a chance. The earlier anger was gone and all that was left was a deep void of dark emptiness.

I didn’t hear the door open or the footsteps as they made their way to the room where I laid. I felt the impression of someone climbing into bed with me, and my eyes flew open in fright.

My heart went into overdrive when I saw that it was him. The anger was back in a flash and I lashed out. Just as with all our previous dalliances there was nothing said, just furious blows raining down on his head his chest and anywhere I could reach.

He laughed, it was the first time I’d ever heard it and it stopped me in my tracks. His face was transformed, softening with his smile. Still he didn’t say anything, just nuzzled my neck before making his way down to my chest.

His hand found its way between my thighs and I spread them for him to find what he was looking for. His fingers teased me before dipping inside where the heat was already building. How was he able to quell all my fears with just a touch? Why did I have no resistance? Even when I was mad enough to kill.

His teeth surrounded my nipple and I filled his hand with my juices. He lifted his head from my breast and found my mouth with his while his fingers drove into me harder.

I couldn’t wait for his sweet weight to press me into the bed. Always I was on my hands and knees in front of him, but at night alone with my dreams, he always covered me.

Now for the first time since the beginning he was giving me what I wanted. He moved my leg out of the way with his hip as he lifted my ass in his hands.

I waited for the moment when he entered me, when all that I thought was lost was mine again. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as he slid his beautiful cock into my waiting quivering flesh.

I opened them again to look up at him. The look in his eyes had me dragging his head down to mine. I’d never taken the initiative before, always waiting for him to make the first move. But after the morning I’d had I needed this.

He let me get away with it. Let me get away with forcing my tongue into his mouth as I slid my wet pussy on and off his cock. He bit my lip and I flew into orbit.

His large hand fondled my tit as he stroked into me nice and slow. I wrapped my legs around his ass and let him have me the way he wanted. My hands roamed over his back and down to his ass pulling him in harder. I was breaking so many rules now, but I wanted him to see what he would be missing if he threw me over for that teeny bopper.

I wanted to beg him to fuck me, wanted to say any one of the many salacious things running through my head. Instead I let him have his way, caring only about his pleasure, giving him what he needed from me.

My legs were pushed back to my ears, spreading me open wider for his pounding thrusts. It was heaven, the wild way he went after me, like he had lost control.

He felt larger this way, like he was reaching farther inside me than ever before and I reveled in it. Behind my closed lids all I saw was him and that look in his eyes. Why couldn’t we stay like this forever? I wanted the sweet pleasure to go on forever, wanted to have him deep inside me, making me feel alive, keeping all the doubts and fears at bay.

I felt the soft touch of his finger against my cheek; it was the sweetest touch we’d ever shared. My eyes opened on his with tears brightening them. He hadn’t changed, that look was still there and my heart almost exploded in my chest.

The light kiss on my lips was also new, and my heart reacted for another reason. What did it mean these changes? To go from stark fear to uncertainty to hope, was doing a number on my equilibrium. I wanted to touch him too, but that was out of the question, unless it was in a sexual way and I’d already used up my quota for the day.

I didn’t want anything marring this perfect moment, so instead I tried to show him with the movement of my hips and ass beneath him, and the tightening of my inner muscles as he pumped in and out of me repeatedly.

I knew when he was about to cum inside me, his eyes went to half-mast, his head went back and he gritted his teeth to withhold any sound from escaping. Some people say a woman cannot feel her man’s seed shooting into her body; that was a lie.

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