63- I can´t believe it

Soon, my cock is in my hand and I’m pumping it ruthlessly, my other hand against the tiled wall to support my frame as I chase the release I so desperately need. I will otherwise be unable to keep functioning.
I have never done this beyond the confines of my home before, as nothing and no woman has ever pushed me to such a frivolous brink. Therefore, this goes to show more than anything, just how much trouble she is, and how susceptible I am for hiring her, regardless of my knowledge of this fact.
A long groan flows from my throat at the intense release, my knees almost buckling from the violent burst of pleasure. It takes all of what is left of my self-control not to sound out the fucking mesmeric orgasm, my hand barely able to keep from slamming against the wall.
I smear some of the discharge down the delicate skin of my cock and to some extent, it vividly brings to mind the feeling of being inside her. My body shudders as I bask in the delicious aftermath, and when things eventually subside, I lower my gaze to take in my current state.
I’m still somewhat hard, but anymore and I just might rip the skin off my dick. What and whom I really need is just a wall away but there is no way that fantasy can ever occur here. I try my hardest to ignore the wisps of shame that surrounds me as I pull my pants up and head over to the sink to wash up.
After putting myself in order, I glance back at the reflection of my blue eyes in the mirror and cannot deny that I look as haunted as I feel.
I acknowledge now that this can’t go on for much longer. It’s either I fuck her, or fire her, but which one of the two however will help me keep my sanity, I have absolutely no clue.
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“Blair!”


he hard, painful punch of my fist into the couch startles me back to my senses. “Fuck,” I wince.

Lee Rang’s alarmed tone sifts over to me. I turn to see the worried look on her face. “What the hell is going on? You’ve been so out of it since you got home.” “Nothing," I quickly reply, but I’m all too aware of what she is referring to.
Ever since I walked out of Grady’s office, I’ve been on edge. After his scolding, I’d quickly returned to my seat and tried to wipe the daze off my face.
I didn’t see or hear from him again until the time came for me to leave for the day. Usually, I waited until he left, which was sometimes almost midnight and it had brought more than enough scoldings from Lee Rang that the company was working me too hard. I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth, that I was the one who chose to wait on my boss, who still didn’t bother to acknowledge my existence, so that I didn’t make the mistake of leaving in case he perhaps still needed me. Today however, I returned early, my altercation with him completely shattering my mood and self-esteem.
“Everything is fine,” I try to assure her.
Of course, she’s not buying it. “Really? What about him?” The mere mention of him causes my chest to constrict. “He still hasn’t warmed up towards you?”
I don’t want her to be worried but at the same time, I also want to speak to someone before I lose my mind. However, one look at her bulging stomach and I change my mind. “Everything is fine, Mom,” I groan softly and rise to my feet. “I’m going to get more iced tea, do you want some?”

She shakes her head, so I simply bring my now empty mug with me and the glass bowl that had been filled with potato chips an hour earlier.
I spend a longer time in the kitchen than is needed to get my refill, but I need the time and space away to give the rampant thoughts in my head the chance to run wild, especially without Lee Rang’s watchful gaze mere inches from mine. I start on the dishes in the sink, but then my phone begins to ring. It is however all the way in the living area so I tell Lee Rang to get it.
“Who is it?” I ask.
She stares at the phone. “The person’s not on your contact list. Do you want me to bring it over?” I give it a thought. “Nah, take a message for me.”
She proceeds to answer the call while I return to my mindless chore. It’s a few seconds later before I realize that she has gone a bit too quiet. Beyond her initial salutation, all she is doing now is listening intently.
“Yes, sir,” she eventually speaks, but before I can go over the call comes to an end. “Who was that?” I ask.
“Your boss,” she replies.
The ceramic I’m holding onto slips from my hands. Luckily it only clatters into the sink and is saved. “What?”
“Yeah. He introduced himself as Grady Abbott.”
I’m stunned, speechless, unable to even ask for any further information. She starts relaying his message to me: “He says that you should ensure to get to the office on time at 8 AM tomorrow so that you both can commute together to the conference in Breckenridge.”
My heart lurches into my throat. “What? Are you serious? I-Is that what he said?”
“Yeah,” she answers, a bit startled by my reaction. “Why, is it strange? Isn’t this a part of your job?”
I can’t answer any of her questions, even if I wanted to at this moment. My heart is beating too fast with excitement.
She immediately notices this switch in my mood. “What’s this about? Is there something special happening in Breckenridge?”
I glance at her to respond but when a smile attacks my face, I slap my hand over my mouth to try to control it.