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  She shakily got off the chair, hands numb from gripping the shelf too hard. She turned around, placed her hands around his neck, and carefully jumped onto him so her legs were around his waist. She put her hand down, and guided his wonderful penis back in. His cock remained hard, as he put both hands around her bare ass and carried her to the desk, sliding in and out as they moved.

  He laid her down. “You, lady, are a right blaze of passion.”

  She twined a curl of his hair around her index finger. “I think we both did some blazing.” She trailed her fingers down to his underarm hair. She liked the soft, thick tufts. Somehow it seemed so... male. So goddamned sexy.

  “Okay, we’ll share the glory.”

  “Pact.”

  He ran his hands down the length of her spine, his fingers playing with the dimples just above her bottom. “Speaking of pact,” He looked thoughtful, “This is your show.”

  She frowned in puzzlement. “Meaning?”

  He shifted her so she lay in the curve of his arm. She snuggled closer to him as they sprawled on the desk, his rigid cock never breaking rhythm.

  “Well, I’d like to know what the rules are. I certainly wouldn’t want to do anything out of line, take advantage of you, or step over any boundaries where I wasn’t welcome.”

  He gave an extra shove and her clitoris almost took off with pleasure.

  “God forbid,” she murmured breathlessly, hoping he would take advantage of her again sometime and overstep a few more boundaries.

  “I’m serious.” He looked at the office ceiling. “Hey… just think what it would be like if I fixed a mirror above us. I bet we’d look a blast making love.”

  Amelia slapped at his chest but felt her pulse hammer as he went on to run verbal imagery passed her. He described pictures of the two of them entangled in wild scenes of pure indulgence.

  Did he say love? She needed to keep this in perspective. Surely his heart wasn’t embroiled after such a short time; this was essentially a mutual attachment. To hell with involving her heart and getting hurt, her libido might be involved beyond belief, but surely that was all. At least that’s what she put these intense emotions down to.

  She was probably hot for Karl because it had been such a long time since she had sex. That was it, her damn hormones? Hell, this confused her. She didn’t like being mixed up.

  She also started to feel scared. What if it went beyond lust?

  The moment between them certainly seemed more than fleeting. She could see it in his face, could feel it inside her. The way they fit so perfectly together. The way she turned to molten lava when their lips touched. Whatever this meant, she fully intended to milk it for all it was worth. And when eventually the lust became spent...

  He swept back the tresses from her forehead, placing tantalizing kisses on it as Amelia’s slippery nucleus tightly gripped his entire length.

  She bowed her body. “I need you closer.” She pulled Karl down on top of her so she bore his entire weight.

  He said, “Jeez, I wish I could crawl right inside.”

  Her legs went around his trim waist. He surged deeper. Soft moans and whimpers came from her throat.

  “Oh, my God… you’re so hot… so beautiful...” His words were inarticulate, breathless praise.

  Astonishing sensations criss-crossed the base of her pussy, spread to her lower abdomen, and diffused to her inner core. The feelings wove themselves tighter, bringing a sense of anxious wonder. Suddenly she could stand it no longer, and shouted out.

  Karl’s smile was crooked. “Does it feel good?”

  Amelia was merciless as she slipped in and out on his shaft. “Shit, yes.”

  She kissed him urgently, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He reciprocated, and their tongues intertwined. His pounding of her wet vagina never slowed. She managed to go up and down herself, getting the fullest penetration possible.

  When she felt his cock throbbing and pulsing she realised he was coming again, got off, removed the condom, and placed his penis inside her mouth, wanting to enjoy his last ejaculation to the full.

  They were both spent. She wiped herself with tissues then wiped his cock very slowly. Suddenly, she remembered to check her wristwatch. “Jeez, is that the time. I shall be late for the curtain-call.”

  She quickly dressed, smoothed her top and skirt into place and checked her hair and makeup in her small mirror. “Will I do?”

  “You’re perfect. The job is yours.”

  She flashed a smile. “That sounds a little biased.”

  “Not at all… Amelia, will I be able to see you again?”

  She nodded, not daring to look at him in case he saw the desperation she felt. How come a beautiful young man like him was interested in her?

  “Tonight perhaps?”

  She nodded again. “I’d like that… Meanwhile, can you escort me back upstairs? I’m bound to get lost.”

  “Of course.”

  They checked each other over then he carefully unlocked the door, and she followed him out into the office complex.

  With only a handful of minutes to spare, he showed her to the reception room. It was still empty, and he grinned at her encouragingly. “See… plenty of time. Good luck with it.”

  “Thanks.”

  So this was it. She wandered around; looked at paintings on the wall, trailed a hand over seats. They were rather too contemporary for her liking. The carpeted floor was okay, though. A couple of tables held business magazines, a little too stuffy. She peeped into the main office, more tasteful, comfortable; designed to put a stressed executive at ease, smelled of wax.

  “What’s it like to work here?”

  He flopped onto a seat. “It’s okay. It’s hard sometimes, but that makes the day pass faster. A lot of them complain but I enjoy the challenge. Let’s hope you get a chance to discover for yourself.”

  It looked as if attitudes might have slipped in her absence. “And people who work here? What are they like?”

  Karl seemed pensive. “I suppose most are all right. But like every office, we have good and bad guys. To be honest some are a bit iffy, but you’ll find that out for yourself. They think I don’t notice with being new, but you do, don’t you.”

  “So you fancy yourself as Personal Assistant? I hope you didn’t lace my tea with arsenic?”

  Karl laughed. “I don’t stand an earthly for a job like that. It’s a pipe dream.”

  “Don’t underestimate yourself. You’re enthusiastic. That’s the main thing.”

  Karl sighed. “You do my ego a power of good… along with a few other things. You’re a pretty fantastic lady. You will see me again, won’t you?”

  “I’d love to.”

  “Even if you don’t get the job…”

  A tap on the door caused her to glance up. The Personnel Manager poked his head around. “Morning, Karl. Good morning, Mrs Trentham. It’s great to see you back again.”

  Karl jerked forward on his seat.

  Amelia smiled. “Hello, Gordon. It’s wonderful to see you too. A friendly face is always good to have around. I hardly recognize anyone here.”

  “You’ve been away for too long with that family of yours. We were all sorry about Mr Trentham. His guiding hand has been sorely missed, but I know the place will zing now you’re taking the reins again.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I hope we’ve been running it to your satisfaction.”

  “Of course. You’ve done an excellent job. Profits are up so you must be doing something right.”

  “By the way, I’ve brought two ladies from reception for the interviews. What do you want me to do with them?”

  Amelia glanced at Karl’s expression with amusement. “You can show them in here, I’m about to go through to my office. Please explain that I shall be running late, though. I’m going to interview Karl for the post first.”

  About the Author

  Since 1994, stories by Ellie Jones have been published under various pen-names in
magazines, international competitions, broadcast on radio and recorded for audio books.

  Ellie, from North Staffordshire in Britain, now lives in Spain, overlooking vineyards, villages and olive groves.

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