His Big Offer

Thank God the wind is stealing my voice away because I can’t stop screaming, and anyone listening would have no doubt about what’s happening. I’m looking at Chance and his eyes have gone dark with lust and arousal. He’s grunting softly with the effort and I can see that he’s close. I squeeze down on him as much as I can, and he closes his eyes, groaning.

I’m still on the tail end of the last orgasm, and I can’t even remember how many times I’ve come. It’s like my body doesn’t know how to handle all of the sensation and so it keeps overflowing. Chance reaches in between us, circling my clit with his thumb, and I can’t hold on anymore. I scream, the echo of it jumping back to me from other skyscrapers. It’s the biggest one yet and I can’t stop. Chance thrusts in deeply, with purpose, and again, and again, and I feel him jerk inside me as he finds his pleasure. His groan is low, deep. It sends goosebumps across my skin.

My body is shaking in the aftermath, little spasms on my skin and in my muscles. Neither of us move, just breathing together, with him still buried inside of me.

“You were right,” I finally say after I’ve caught my breath and come back to myself enough to speak.

“About what?”

I smile, leaning my head back against the chair. “It was more than all right, and it was perfect.”

Chance kisses me, not soft or gentle. This is deep and possessive and arousing. It raises up all the feelings I just felt and makes me want to ask for more. But before I can, he pulls away. “I’m glad.”

Together, we retrieve our clothing, and Chance helps me dress with a tenderness that’s unexpected after everything. We don’t really talk, because there’s nothing left to say. I don’t even protest when he puts me in a cab home instead of letting me take the subway. I’m still fuzzy, still overwhelmed and blissed-out. He kisses me one final time before closing the door to the cab.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says.

“Yeah,” I say. “Tomorrow.”

Seven

“There’s a certain stigma when it comes to different kinds of sex. Like if we choose to do something a little different, it’s inherently wrong. Let’s get rid of that stigma together, because there are some things that I can tell you that you need to try. I’m talking about everything from toys to the continually made fun of edible panties. Nothing is off limits here. We’re going to get down, dirty, honest, and HOT. Let’s dive in, shall we?”

—How to Spice Up Your Sex Life, Heartmakers.com

I think I may have made a huge mistake. Yesterday was unquestionably amazing, and in the moment I put aside all the hesitations I had about sleeping with the boss. But in the morning, my head is clearer, as it usually is. What happens to me if that’s all he wanted from me? The contract I signed didn’t have a length of time attached to it. He could fire me today if he wanted to. And what if he doesn’t want to? What if he wants to keep going and I’m the first employee that he’s slept with? That’s an entirely different ball of wax and not even necessarily better.

I didn’t tell Alice what happened when I came home last night, because I knew what she would say. That it was utterly, utterly stupid. Which it was. And then she’d ask for details. I’m not ready for either of those things yet. Seeing how it goes today, I’ll be more prepared.

My stomach is in knots on the way to the office. What do I say to him? How do I handle this? The hypocrisy of it all hits me. I’m writing content for people that hopefully makes their dating and sex lives better, yet I can’t get my own together.

I try to keep my head down, avoiding as many people as I can. I don’t know if anyone saw Chance and me go to the roof together, but if they did, I don’t want to answer questions about it. I hope that everyone I met in the break room had gone home by that point, because if there were rumors about me meeting him in his office, then there would definitely be rumors about the roof. And those would be true.

There’s a note on my desk when I get to my office. Chance is out for the morning, and the article that he’d like me to start on next is one about keeping sex interesting after you’ve been in a relationship for a while. I haven’t even sat down yet and I’m already blushing. I have no idea if he chose this topic because of what happened yesterday, but it’s certainly on my mind. I already have ideas for the structure of the article, and they all feature fictional Chance and fictional Me.