56- A beautiful orgasm from within

My orgasm explodes from within and I cry out at the earth shattering release. I am shuddering and trembling underneath him and he seals his mouth over mine to muffle my sobs. Then from a distance, I also feel him receive his own climax and his animalistic groans in my ear reverberates through my body. It triples my pleasure and excitement that I have been able to give as much as I have received, and I bask in the euphoric aftermath of us.
Afterwards, and as we both slowly return back to earth, I am unsure and a tad bit worried about the correct etiquette to follow. I know this indicates that I want to spend more time with him, but at the same time do not for a second want to hurt my pride. So I watch for what he will do and I am taken aback when he kisses me over and over again before falling to his side.
With an arm around me, he pulls me into his frame and rests his head in the crook of my neck. “That was fucking amazing, Blair,” he says and soon falls right to sleep.
My own lids are heavy too, so I allow myself the guilty pleasure of falling asleep with him this one time.
I shut my eyes, and melt into his embrace.

“How did the meeting go?”
Once again, I am jolted by the sudden entrance into my office. I look up from the stack of reports on my desk.
Allen is brimming with cheer as usual, as he takes his seat in front of my desk.
For once, I want to ask him just what the cause of his seemingly ceaseless breezy persona is, but I decide against it. It will no doubt lead to a lengthy conversation that I currently don’t have the time for. “It was all right,” I respond.
“Did they officially come on board?” “Well, I haven’t gotten the call yet.”
“It's only a matter of time,” he says. “I know you and I’m sure you drove the message home that they would be extremely stupid if they don’t bite on this.”
I nod in response as my mind returns to that night, but instead of the two executives he is referring to, my memories conjure up a different person and a different venue.
The person I had woken up to and almost refused to get up from.
Again, I wonder what that was about. In my experiences from the past with one night stands, the routine afterwards is standard. No matter how exhausted I am, I’ve never been able to stand being that filthy from and with a stranger for too long a period of time. So I’ve always gotten up to clean myself, and with that behavior, the message is usually sent that when I returned, I didn’t want them to still be there.
With her however, I had fallen right to sleep and I’d been aware of it.

And I hadn’t minded. Even with the sex. I had let loose in a way that I usually didn’t and the results had been staggering.
Somewhat alarmed, I’d gotten up to take a shower to clear my head and by the time I had gotten out of the bathroom, she had disappeared. The only thing I know is her name, and I am not going to use it to search for her, although for a short while after her disappearance I had entertained the idea. The previous weekend is in the past and I am done with it.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and I look up once again, upset that there isn’t a secretary to screen these impromptu visits.
Allen, able to read my face is inherently amused. “You can’t believe it can you? You’re the owner of a company worth a billion dollars and you don’t even have a secretary.”
I give him a hard look, and answer the knock on the door.
Monica, my head of Human Resources comes in with a smile on her face. “Good morning, Grady,” she greets, and her smile widens even further, when she notes that Allen is also present.
“Monica,” he greets, with an equally wide smile and a wave.
“I just came from your office but your secretary didn’t know where you went.” “He was on a bathroom break when I stepped out,” he replies.
“Alright,” she says before turning to me. As usual, she seems just a bit wary.
Allen’s admonition comes to mind that most of the employees would not mind it if I cracked a smile or two once in a while so they would find it a little bit easier to relate to me.
There is currently nothing to smile about, so I just wait to hear what she has to say.
“I’m here about Mariam,” she says. “How do you want me to go about her replacement?”
“He’s handed that over to me, Monica,” Allen says. “Sorry I didn’t inform you, it slipped my mind.” He then lifts his wrist to gaze at his watch. “I have a meeting with her replacement in about eight minutes.”
“Oh,” she says. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Since I didn’t get any directive from Grady, I presumed that perhaps he told you to take care of it.”
“He did.” Allen smiles.
Alarm creeps up my spine as I note the glint in his eyes.

"I’ll send her straight to you as soon as I’m done with her interview.”
I lean back into the chair, my arms folded across my chest, and my brows raised. “She?”
“Yes, she,” he affirms. “I had a great time speaking to her at the job fair I attended at the University of Texas a few weeks ago. She made a great impression. ”
“She’s a recent graduate?” I ask dryly. “Yes, she is.”
“I don’t want her. Monica, please handle this and pick someone who can keep up with me for once.”
“Hey!” he exclaims at me, and then turns to Monica. “No! I’ve got this, Monica. Don’t do anything.” He then returns his gaze to me. “Why can’t you trust me?”
Monica is amused by him. However, I am not. I am incredibly alarmed. “Monica, please get me a temp in the meantime. There’s too much going on around here for that desk to be unmanned.”
“Sure,” she says and exits the room.
My glare never leaves Allen’s, even though his response is an audacious grin. “What is it about this candidate? This is not some sort of prank is it?”
He pushes away from the desk and rises to his feet. “It seems that I have to remind you, sir, that I am the CFO of this company, and that I got to this position by merit, not because of my father, like most of you have concluded.
I shake my head at his insincere tug for sympathy. “Get out.”
He laughs in response. “Just relax. I’m sure you’ll be pleased with her and if not, then we can get someone else.”
I don’t bother responding anymore. Suddenly, there is an incoming call on my cell phone and I can immediately see who it is. “It’s the recluse,” I tell Allen, and rise to my feet.
He gives me a thumbs up as I turn away from him to head towards the floor length windows covering the north wall of the office.
“Jack,” I greet and we begin our conversation.