Page 34 of Bossy Grump's Secret

The advantages are that I'll miss her enough to be more excited to see her in the evening. If I think of the disadvantages, I'd tell her I'm out of the relationship. But this is the thing with love: it's as blind as a bat. I never planned on prioritizing a relationship over work. Still, certain compromises have to be made, and I have to understand the priorities.

The moment I step out of my room and scan the area - not seeing her - I realize that dealing with the negative effects of not checking up on her is the simple part. I have to deal with not seeing her...at all…and for ten or more solid hours. Easier said than done has never been a more vivid reality. It just doesn't have to be this profusely set, though.

For most of the morning, I walk around the halls awkwardly. I have to stifle a massive unabating hard-on that just won't cease. All because I thought of our time in the supplies room.

Not to give it so much credit, that was a pretty uncontested monumental moment and the most erotic thing that has happened to me over the past four years. I don't remember wanting someone so much that I would risk getting caught while pounding into her furiously like a rabid animal.

You know what they say, anything illegal is always sweeter. I experienced it firsthand that day. The way her skin vibrated under my pressure with each unforgiving thrust and her head tilted back...screw it. I need to get rid of this boner. At least temporarily. I'm on the executive floor of the building, so there's only one thing to do.

I grab a handful of lotion and go to the bathroom. The tub would make less mess, so I just unsheathe myself over it. Closing my eyes, I coat myself in the cool slippery substance and then conjure a playback. Each thrust I took then represents a stroke now - and a thrust I could have done better. I wrestle with myself for a while, ferociously tugging myself to her memory until the bathroom tub is splattered with my seed. It's the same color, so I don't see how much I let out. I hurry to clean it up, anyway.

Like I said. Illegal seems so much more exciting. That's when I decide to throw all cares into the wind.

I need to find Ava right now, or I'll lose my goddamn mind! My mind tells me, and I listen without countering it.

Like a zombie on cocaine, I move swiftly out of the room and locate Ava on the fifth floor. She's with Jane, but I couldn't care less.

"Ava? I need you on the executive floor. Now." I command authority to cue her in the urgency. She takes it fast and catches up before I get to the elevator.

"What are we going to do there?" she asks innocently, obviously slightly disoriented by my blunt demand.

"You'll see," I say, tugging her to the suite I was in when I touched myself. I close the door and pin her against it before she can protest, and I ravage her.

I need her. I need her all!

She's just...

She responds instantly and grabs me by the collar to pull me deeper into her. "We're supposed to be working." She laughs when we break the kiss for a short breath. I respond with a feral growl and take her mouth again, reveling in the taste. Now, I'd do things much, much better.

I grab her behind me and lift her up. She gives a soft yelp but recovers fast and wraps her legs around my waist as I take her to the king-sized bed. She's already grinding on my inflamed groin before I set her down.

"What are you doing to me?" I ask as I stare deep into her eyes.

"The same thing you did to me," she echoes, pulling me into her. The clothes come off soon after, leaving us in this magical moment: the both of us, naked, kissing each other on the soft luxurious bed on the top floor of a high-rise, overseeing the beautiful city of San Francisco.

"I dunno what I did to you," I mutter hoarsely as a feral need to make her mind build steadily inside. She's a magical spell made solely for me. And I fall headlong for the enchantment.

"Dylan, please, take me," she cries when my fingers linger on her longer than she can bear the torture.

I'm no more patient to have myself inside her than she is to have me; her verbalization is more than enough to tell me. I don't know how long it has passed. Still, I know it lasts beautifully enough to put her in four positions during our carnal entanglement.

Her body ministers personally to mine, and I worship it like my life depends upon it - my mouth and my appendage. She moves like a goddess, ensuring we ride into the oblivion of sweet lustful satiety. I love seeing her face like this - scrunched up in intense pleasure, crying my name to make me well aware of what I'm doing to her. It gives me the will to last until her climax. Not once, but twice.

Like I said, she's a drug, and it doesn't stop there. As long as I know we won't be interrupted, I maximize the moment as much as possible, giving her time to recover for another go at it. This time I don't use my member. My fingers and tongue do the job...as her mouth does for me.

I taste traces of myself in her, and flashes come to mind of what a marvel it would be if my seed fertilizes one of her eggs. It'd be a privilege. I focus on her sensitive core and eat it silly like it's my last meal; until she screams my name in another climax, muffled by my hardness in her mouth.

Something about her high-pitched wail over my length drives me over the edge, coupled with her pulsing flesh above me. We climax together, a moment birthed by Aphrodite herself. I let her crash atop me, still in the position of our carnality.

I see nothing but her tender flesh nesting on my chest.

Is there a better way to fall asleep?

Ava

I don't feel too well. I wake up with a very persistent headache. But I shrug it off until even Lily notices I'm unwell.

"Ava, is there anything wrong? You look like you fell off the bed and broke your skull or something," she asks me with concern.

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