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yesterday afternoon.
    “Is there something more appealing you’d like to sit on?”
    I look up and smile. “Yes.”
    “I figured as much.” Turning around, you sit down on the chair and wave a finger toward me. “Come here,” you say, and I obey. When it comes to you being inside of me, I always will. I’m your slave. Your slut. Yours to do with whatever you wish.
    “Mmm...” you growl when I spin around. “I love how you’re ready for me.”
    Pulling my skirt up, I push my thong to the side, already feeling the dampness between my legs.
    Gripping my waist, you start to pull me down on you, but I resist. For a second. “Sit on me, baby. Ride me. Make yourself come on my cock.”
    I smirk and look back to you. “With pleasure.”
     
    ***
     
    Adjusting my skirt, I hear you zip yourself in.
    “Fuck that was amazing.”
    I giggle. “You can say that again.”
    “What do you say we do this more often?”
    My heart jumps. I don’t like permanent. I like going with the flow, letting things happen naturally. I know you and I are nothing. I know you only like me because you’ve been fucking me. Nothing more.
    “Stella?”
    “Yes?” I stutter out.
    Fixing the collar of your shirt, you situate your tie and sit down in the chair, studying me. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”
    “Not really,” I drag out. Your mouth starts to open when I cut in. “Look, we aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. You don’t need to cuddle me, spoon me, or make sure I’m fine every two seconds. I like fucking you. That’s really all there is to it. I don’t need a long-term, or really any term.”
    “Good, because I like fucking you too. No, actually, I don’t. I love fucking you. My cock craves your hole. I need it.”
    “Really?” I ask, surprised. No one’s ever spoken to me the way you have. The need for me. The need to be inside of me. Hearing it from anyone is exhilarating. Hearing it from Thomas Braxton sends me over the edge.
    “Really.” You smile. “So I propose…”
    “You’re already proposing?” I chuckle. “Damn, I must be good.”
    Your head falls back, and a beautiful laugh fills the space. “Oh, Stella, I could honestly believe someone proposing to you solely based on that pussy. How tight, wet, amazing you feel.”
    I gasp. I forget that you just fucked me raw. I forget that I’m a little sore. All I want now is you back inside of me.
    “Craving my cock again?”
    Mouth hanging open, I nod.
    You smile wide. “Good. I was wondering how long it would take for you to want my cock again.”
    “Oh, Mr. Full of Yourself! Do you want my pussy again?”
    You stand up and lean against the desk, staring directly at me. I gulp. I don’t think I should’ve said that, but in the end I’m glad I did. This is the side of you I found so damn attractive. The badass. The one who yells at the defense during trials. It turns me on to no end. It probably turns every girl on. You look back and forth between my eyes. “I wanted your pussy the second I left it. I craved your pussy last night. Thought of that beautiful thing wrapped around my cock making it come. Thought about your plump ass and how it wiggled as I slammed into you. Thought of the taste of your perky tits when I sucked on them. So I did something. Or tried to. Something I haven’t done since I was in middle school. I was goddamn hard, Stella. I needed to jack off, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t get off with this hand,” you say holding your hand up. “It was nothing. Nothing compared to what is between those beautiful legs of yours. So I waited. Ecstatic to come to work for the first time in years. And when I got here, I saw you walk in. Your beauty and sexy body. God, I almost came when I looked at your ass. And when I finally got you, I wanted to make you mine in every way possible. So…I propose we do this more often. Much more often. That is, if you want it.”
    I look at you in confusion. I can’t believe you want me as much as I want