1. Maybe Not Out of Reach - Part 3 (Melissa)


    Date: 11/12/2014, Categories: Novels, Author: Tranquil, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    of where he stands with me? Could I use that to my advantage? Or would he be as cocky as he had been that day. Taking without asking, knowing he didn’t need to ask? A plan was formulating, oh yes, a very wicked plan. Little shudders of excitement evoked action as I got up, rinsed out my glass and moved over to my bed to get one of my smaller toys out. Time to plan but with planning comes some fun too. ---000--- I knew he had been perturbed by my behavior towards him this morning. I had surprised even myself with the control I held while my internally erratic emotions ran wild. But I had held it well when he had come in, I had ensured Mr Simpson’s door had been left open so that there was no change of privacy. As soon as he had said ‘Hello’ Mr Simpson had bellowed for him to enter and shut the door. I had to giggle to myself as I had seen the uncertainty in his features. Now that was a first. The more this morning fell into the way my mind had worked things out, the more confident I felt. I could hear them wrapping up their business, to which I gathered up the minutes from the previous meeting and went off to distribute. By the time, I got back they had finished, and he was surely back in his office. He need to be I thought as I glanced at the clock, I felt a shudder run through me, Anticipation got the blood flowing, fear was twisting and cramping my tummy but I pushed through it. I popped my head around Mr Simpson’s door to check if he needed anything more before I set ...
    off for lunch; then I made my way towards Williams office. Sandwich in one hand and an apple in the other with a hell of a lot of courage as a side order. His door was open; His PA must have already gone for her lunch as her desk was empty. He was gazing down at some paperwork, but it seemed to be not what he wanted to read. I heard him mutter something unintelligible before he got up from his desk, moving to the filing cabinet at the side wall. He was slamming it shut by the time I knocked on his door. He glanced up and seem to stop for a minute. Stopped breathing, stopped moving, then his usually cocky smile worked its way to his lips and he moved to lean on the front edge of his desk. I wanted to say something to remove that smile, but I didn’t. It gave me the extra oomph to push those steps forward, closing the door behind me before I moved to stand in front of him. I lifted my hand to touch and caress his face, my eyes following my touch before meeting his. His cocky smile slipped a little as I bent my head to kiss him thoroughly. God, he tasted delicious. I pulled away, placing my lunch beside him on his desk before both my hands moved to his belt. He stood fastened to the floor; I could tell his breath had caught again. He was like a statue; not a muscle was moving. Muscles so taut, like they were waiting to receive orders and spring into action. The order wasn't being sent through at all. I truly felt powerful as the thought struck me that he didn’t know what to do. I ...
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