Page 18 of Mr. Big Stuff

What followed was magical. His dick made me cross eyed with mindless surrender only experienced with a skilled lover. Every touch he applied to my flesh, every thrust he levied to bury himself deeper into my body, brought me closer to either losing myself or maybe it was, finding myself. I couldn’t be sure. It was that good, but that combined with him devouring me with his slowly marauding mouth and tongue until my legs shook, held me captive. When he placed his thumb against my puckered opening and gently pressed against it as my orgasm crested to a peak, it forced the kind of volatile eruption that wracked my body with pleasure-filled tears, and a crying out that left my throat raw. I couldn’t help it—I squirted all over his beard and even then, he didn’t remove his mouth from my still clenching pussy. He kept going--groaning into my wet flesh until I gave him another one.

“Don’t stop baby, give me all of that water,” is what he had the nerve to say as I felt my spirit exit my body to hover over my boneless body. That will forever be the best night of my life in my bed so far.

But even with that being one of the hottest nights we’ve had and we’ve had plenty, there were still some unresolved matters between us that I continued to ignore every time he pulled his beautiful dick out. It was like it rendered me dumb and maybe I was. But once the fog wore off, I was back to having questions. Like would he hire me on permanently? Would I even want to remain his assistant? And what happens if things go flop between us? And what was us anyway? We’d made no commitments and at first that was okay with me but the truth was, I really liked him. I mean reallyreallyliked him. Okay, I loved him! Damn.

Yeah I was stupid for the man.

Chapter11

Tracey

Raymond had a meeting with a client off site this morning before I even arrived at nine. I missed his face, his eyes, his voice, even though I’d just seen him last night at his place. I knew I’d want a moment alone with him when he got back, but when he did return to the office, he wasn’t alone like I had hoped. Gliding ahead of him was a beautiful brown skin woman in a two-piece skirt set. Her cropped top sat right beneath her round breasts and her skin-tight skirt hugged her ass that jiggled as she walked past my office with a smirk.

“You can have a seat in my office, Necole. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Necole looked my direction with a sly grin again and headed into Mr. McCullough’s office as if she was victorious. With what I had no idea. All I did know was, this heifer didn’t want to meet the old Tracey I left behind on Bennett Street of Homewood all those years ago. BecausethatTracey? That Tracey would make this office a scene of a casualty. Detectives would arrive and wonder how many perpetrators there were, when there was only one. Me.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts I didn’t realize he was standing in my doorway.

“Earth to Ms. Copeland.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. And I told you earlier. You don’t need to call me Ms. Copeland while we’re here anymore.”

I especially hated the formality today because Necole is the one that benefited from the appearance we were just boss and employee and not man and dumbass.

“And I told you, I’m calling you Ms. Copeland while at work, especially with clients around.

I shrugged with unconcern when I had all the concerns. It was gnawing at me that he had Necole in his office waiting for him when it was supposed to be me in there instead. It was irrational I know. The man had a business to run and sometimes those clients needed one on one attention in his office but dammit, not this heaux.

“I wanted to take you to lunch when I’m done with her. You free?” His eyes still held enough heat from this morning to tell me that Necole hadn’t made the memory of my mouth wrapped around his thick ass dick go away. And there was no way I could forget gagging on as much of him I could deep throat. So of course, I was free.

“Yeah.”

His eyes watched mine and I just stared back, allowing him to see how I felt before looking away.

“Will you be long withNecole?”

He ignored my pouting by not addressing what he saw. Typical man.

“No, to be honest, I’m not sure why she felt like coming back here. I gave her the information she packaged up for me, so she knows where to start, but she said she had a few more questions she felt more comfortable asking me here instead of on site.”

Mmmmhmmmm, I bet she did.

“What did you say?”

Oh shit, I said that out loud.

His smile said he knew exactly what I said but I still waved it off. “Nothing. I’ll be ready when you’re through with your…meeting.”

He tried unconvincingly to cover his smile and I watched as he strolled into his office and took a seat behind his desk. Necole, who had been fixing her long hair, leaned forward as if to share a secret with him. He nodded with intent focus but didn’t crack a smile which made me feel a glimpse of happiness. I tried to make out by mannerisms alone what was being said but there was no way to figure it out from my position. Besides, moments later, Ms. Thing got up from her chair and came to close his door, her eyes on mine as the view of the office shrank until nothing was left but a wooden door.

“Oh hell no,” I muttered like he was my man that wasn’t my man but was my man. I needed to figure out an excuse to get in there.

Thinking fast, I made copies of the expenditure report for the Mr. Black event and after unsuccessfully talking myself out of doing some bald-headed hoe shit, I barged in the office only to find my worse fear happening in 4D. Leaned over Raymond, her hair fanned out over his face, was Necole. Her lips were close to making contact when I dropped the packets of paper on his floor.

I’ll give it to him, he looked embarrassed, but I didn’t care how he looked because I was embarrassed. Embarrassed I had let this man screw me senseless and any ol’ body could have him too.

“My apologies. You’d asked me to bring these to you. I didn’t know you’d be getting a lap dance right now.”

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