115- Dear life

’m almost convinced that I have misheard her.
So I wait a few more moments for her to correct herself. When she doesn’t, I cock my
head at her, now expecting some sort of explanation or clarification.
“I know I just technically resigned but i-if you accept my terms, I think that we can make it work.” Her gaze falters from mine, and it shows that her courage to say all these words is running out.
At another time, her shyness would have been somewhat endearing but right now… it is not. “I don’t think that’s going to work.” I see the determination on her face but I can also sense the incoming resistance. Her features darken and somehow it turns me on even further.
“Why?” she asks.
“Allen says you’re a goofball, but I have yet to see that side of you.” She is immediately confused at my statement. “What?”
I straighten and move away from the desk. “Blair,” I begin. “The person I am in my private life is not the same person that I am here in the office. And I want to keep things this way. Heading the company requires me to constantly make very strategic choices, and I don’t want anything that will cloud my judgement.”
“Alright,” she says and walks away, pulls the door to the office open then shuts it.
A second later, the crippling silence of the room engulfs me. I watch the door, the tension in the pit of my stomach churning and my breath becoming harsher. Before I can stop myself, I march towards it. I pull it open and meet her at her desk. She turns around at my sudden arrival but before either of us can process what is happening, my hands are on her.
I pull her into my arms and take her lips in mine.

The first draw is long and deep, and by the time the intimate contact is broken, livid lust is blazing through my system.
Slanting my head, I slip my tongue into her mouth and her response is a mix of a cry and a whimper. I’m just as affected myself, the vivid reminder of what it truly means to melt into a puddle coming to mind.
I can’t see, smell or feel anything beyond her delicious warmth and her intoxicating scent.
“Grady,” she breathes into my mouth, needing to speak to me but at the same time almost unable to break off contact.
“I’m not ready,” is all I can say, and whether it’s for the kiss to end or for us to properly set the parameters for our relationship, I’m not certain.
Somehow, she finds the strength to pull away and her hands immediately grab my shoulders to hold me at bay.
With her head lowered to the floor, all I can do is watch her as I try to catch my breath. Her hair has fallen down the sides of her face and I can’t help but lift my hand to move the thick mass out of her face. I need her to look at me, and I need us to connect beyond the reservations that my brain is blaring through my head as to why all of this is a terrible idea.
“Grady,” she says. “You can’t keep doing this.”
“I know. But how the fuck, am I supposed to let you go?” She lifts her head.
The determination in her eyes strikes me in the chest.
“Let’s not think,” she says. “Right now. I think we’re both past the point of allowing the other to leave anyway, so let’s just get this over with. We can choose whether to continue or discontinue this later on.”
Immense relief washes over me, but it is bitter sweet. “Okay,” I agree, and bend my knees so that I can wrap my arms under her ass. She crushes her lips to mine and a moment later, I’m slamming the door to my office shut with my leg.
With a swipe of my hand, I clear off whatever is in the way on my desk and seat her on it. Her legs automatically spread apart to invite me forward and I don’t waste a single moment longer before settling my hips between her thighs.

She is wearing a pair of striped cotton pants which I proceed to peel off her, and in no time my hands are on her bare and lustrous skin. And the very fact that I get to touch her this intimately again, fills me with so much excitement that I can barely contain myself.
Her arms are around my shoulders as she buries her face in my neck, her pants are soft and her need acute.
I’m just as desperate to bask in her, and the avid reminder that I was contemplating giving this up barely a few minutes earlier squeezes my chest with fear. “Why do I feel like this with you?” I find myself muttering as I plant a kiss on her cheeks, then my lips begin to follow the curve of her jaw.
With a low whimper, she unlocks her arms from my shoulders and instead cradles my face in her hands. Her lips lock on mine and we both melt into the desperate kiss. “Fuck…” Her voice trembles into my mouth. “...the way you taste, Grady.”
I know exactly what she means, and I can feel the force of the aphrodisiac that she is seeping into every nook of my being. With a sharp tug, I jerk her even closer towards me until the rock hard strain through my pants is digging aggressively into the soaked dark lace covering her sex.
I grind my hips into her and it earns me a long winded gasp. Her head falls into the crook of my shoulder as I increase the intensity and frequency of the strokes and soon she’s holding onto me for dear life.
“Grady... Grady,” she breathes, and her call sends a shivering thrill down my frame. The urgency at which I want to take her spikes to dizzying heights, so I can no longer bear the constraint of my dick in my pants. I grab onto the buckle of my belt and in no time, my pants are unzipped.
She then grabs the edge of my briefs and with clumsy amusing attempts, she moves to rapidly pull them down my hips. “I need you,” she rasps. “Fuck me, as hard as you possibly can.”
I don’t need any further cajoling so with a sharp tug on the strap securing her underwear to her hips— the material is ripped apart, unsheathing her pretty pussy for my perusal.