Saturday, October 11, 2014

His Hidden Agenda

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. He’s always so charming and gorgeous and everyone in the office loves him, but not me. He’s my competition and I hate him. I deserve the promotion, I’ve given not just my nights, but my weekends and even my marriage to this company, and I deserve the promotion. Only, it’s Alex my bosses are patting on the back and taking meetings with. I’m positive the only reason Alex is nice and smiling to me is because he’s trying to throw me off my game. Men as gorgeous as he is don’t let their eyes linger on fat girls like me. He’s blueblood, I’m south side Chicago, below the poverty line, he’s Harvard and I’m night school six years to get a degree; on paper, it’s laughable. He can’t really want me, there has to be something he’s hiding, a hidden agenda only he knows.

There is, and when I finally find out, I’m going to have the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make. The company I’ve put my life into—or a chance at the kind of love I never believed existed before.

This is a standalone novella at 35,472 words. 

This is an erotic romance so please be aware it is explicit in content 


          I’m awakened by a very annoying buzzing. I’m still in Alex’s arms and he lifts an arm and twists away for a moment and the buzzing stops. His arm comes back around me and my hand strokes his arm. I groan and my eyes open, the sun is just barely up.
          “What time is it?”
          “Six thirty, sorry, I set it as  late as I dared in order to give me time to get home, shower, get dressed, and get to work on time.” His voice is full of gravel.
          I turn in his arms and kiss his chest through the shirt. “Ignore me in the morning, I hate mornings. Thank you again, I’m just sorry you’re up so early after not getting much sleep yourself.”
          He is stroking my back and then his finger is under my chin, “It was worth it, every minute, nothing to be sorry about.”
          Pressing against him, I feel him and he’s hard, I’m wet in an instant. His hand slides into my hair and he closes his eyes. “Don’t move sweetheart, please don’t move.”
          There’s no thought to what I do next, just overwhelming need. He’d lain in bed with me, hard and needy and asked for nothing. He’s gone down on me and given me the most intense pleasure I’ve had in my life. For some unknown reason this man wants me, and thinks I’m beautiful, and it makes me feel beautiful. I feel like I owe him so much more than I can ever give him. I want to do this for him. I really want to, I’m dying to know what he looks like, feels like, and I can’t believe it, but I want to know what he tastes like. My hand slides down his taut, hard stomach and slips under his waistband, he hisses my name. He’s not moving and I find him with my hand. Oh my, he’s thick, so thick my fingers don’t reach all the way around. I stroke from the base of him to his leaking tip and he’s longer than my vibrator, it feels like. My vibrator is a satisfying seven and half inches but now I can’t wait to have him, long and thick, inside me. I’m stroking him and I move to pull down his underwear. His hand is around my wrist stopping me and I moan.
          “Alex, I want to. I want to taste you like you tasted me.” He comes then in my hand. I’m disappointed it’s all over so quickly. I continue to stroke him until he begs me to stop because he’s too sensitive now. A little of him is on my hand and I’m curious and taste him. I’ve read about women complaining about the taste. When I had tried the one time, the gross smell of Larry stopped me before I even got that far. A few tentative licks was all I was able to manage. Now, being able to taste him, I don’t get it, it doesn’t taste bad to me. I continue to lick my hand clean, smiling to know I’ve done something to ease his discomfort and because I’m glad to know when the time comes, I won’t mind the taste of him.
          “Watching you lick your hand clean with a smile on your face has got to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.” His words are guttural from deep in his chest.
          “I like the way you taste.”
          He closes his eyes and rolls out of bed. “I have to go or I’ll make us both late.”
          I follow him out of bed and watch as he dresses. I can’t help sighing to watch him cover up his beautiful body. His eyes come up and he shakes his head with a smile.
          “Stay right there until I close the door. I don’t trust myself right now.” He orders and it’s my turn to smile. 

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