“Do you mind?” I ask softly, turning around to show him my back. He obliges, grasping the zipper and sliding it up smoothly. I shiver just like I did when he took the dress off, but this is a different feeling. Longing. The emptiness in me returns. I consider asking for another round, but we’re in Robert’s office with his employees just outside. We shouldn’t have done this.
My head hangs, and I can’t meet the powerful man’s eyes. Because oh god, what have I done? I was here for a job interview of sorts, and instead, I fucked my new publisher. What must he think of me?
And like a dolt, I stick my foot in my mouth again.
“Thank you,” I murmur, cheeks going red. Why oh why did I say that? Who thanks someone for sex? Me, the huge idiot, that’s who.
But Robert is unfazed.
“There’s a bathroom just there,” he says, pointing to a door in the corner of his office. “If you want to clean up.”
I probably look like a mess. Face flushing, I nod and head for the bathroom. Once inside, I realize what he meant by clean up and it had nothing to do with my looks on the outside. Instead, there’s semen dripping from my twat in rivers, and I hastily reach for a paper towel to dab it up. It’s not enough though, and resigned, I wipe up as much as I can, knowing I’ll be squishy and wet the entire way home. But somehow, I want it that way, and squeeze my twat in anticipation. Hot sperm dripping from my freshly-used cunt? Yes, please.
Oh my god, this is so bad. I have to stop these naughty thoughts, so looking in the mirror, I straighten my hair and glare at myself. Be professional, the voice in my head cautions. You can do this.
With my head held high, I return to the office. Robert has wiped down his desk and is sitting behind it once again.
“I should get going,” I say in a mild tone.
“Right,” he agrees with a stiff nod. He stands to walk me to the door. “Listen, Elisa. What just happened was incredible. But my company… there’s a strict no dating policy in place. Can we keep this between us?”
What? My head spins with confusion but I nod like nothing’s wrong.
“Of course,” I say with an even smile. “We’ll pretend it never happened.”
“That’s not….”
“Bye, Robert,” I sing before unlocking the door and walking out. He doesn’t even try to follow me.
The assistant sitting outside Robert’s door gives me a strange look, but he doesn’t try to stop me from leaving. I just hope this doesn’t affect my contract with Cameron Publishing. Sleeping with the CEO was probably a mistake, but I don’t regret it as long as it doesn’t cost me my dream.
After I leave the huge Midtown office building, I know I should hop on a train and head back home. Instead, I walk through New York City, hoping to clear my head.
I never really thought about how I’d feel once I finally lost my virginity. But now that it’s over, I’m not sure what to think. On the one hand, it was amazing in every way. I loved feeling that enormous cock stretch out my sweet spot. There’s a soreness between my legs, but it’s a sweet reminder of what just happened. Plus, Robert was amazing. Bigger than I expected. I’ve done enough basic internet searches to know he’s not normal. Not even close. And man, what he could do with that cock…
But on the other, he’s my boss! Well, sort of. He’s offering a lucrative contract that could jumpstart my publishing career. So how could I do this within five minutes of meeting the man?
My phone rings, tearing me from my daydream. I shouldn’t be thinking about sex with Robert in the middle of the city, anyways.
“Hello?”
“Elisa! How’d it go?” Darla yells into the receiver. She’s practically screaming on the phone. It’s surprising since she’s a tiny, mousy woman in real life. The phone brings out her large personality.
“How’d what go?” I gulp, thinking she somehow knows I just lost my virginity on a desk with the CEO of the company that just offered me a contract.
Darla laughs. “Your meeting with Robert Cameron! What else?”
“Why, what’d you hear?”
There’s a pause.
“What are you talking about, Elisa?” she asks, puzzled. “Nothing. That’s why I called.”
“Oh right,” I say hurriedly. “Sorry. It went well. He explained what would happen after I signed the contract. He said some really amazing things about my book, too. I think he really likes it.”
I hear Darla’s smile when she says, “You betcha he really likes it! I’ve been telling you, Elisa, this book is going to turn heads. You’re on the cusp of a huge career break.”
Would she say that knowing what I’ve just done? Oh god. But I manage to keep things neutral.