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solid forceful momentum as I impale her and fill her to maximum depth.
    “Tell me you enjoy being fucked like this, Ms. Darcy. Tell me, ” I pant out, losing myself in the heat of the moment.
    “Yes, I… I do,” she stutters out of breath with her face half buried in the pillow.
    She feels so damned good, I need to hear more…“Tell me my cock is the only one you like fucking,” I say with more fervor as I release her wrists to squeeze her ass cheeks.
    Snaking one hand up her spine, I fist the hair at the base of her neck and pull her head back so I can watch her gorgeous mouth say the words I long to hear.
    “Yes, Mr. Pettifor,” she sighs longingly, her passionate breathless statement ending with a low-pitched mewl and growl.
    The dirty wet sounds of our fucking, the smell of our mixed sex and those heated words spoken so true - and I cum powerfully and without warning. With my head swimming from excitement and my cock still trembling from the intensity of our encounter, I throw myself onto the bed next to her, my eyes tightly closed and my hands fisting my hair.
    My heart swells with the one feeling I don’t want and reality slaps me sharply across my face and screams at me – wake up you fool! You’re dreaming if you think this woman is any different than the rest! I don’t want to believe that. I can’t. I won’t. I want to accept that the connection that we have is real and goes beyond sexual. I need to believe that she feels the same. Oh, hell, who am I kidding?
    ***
    I wake to the sound of the door closing and only the faint smell of sex and Bella. Rubbing my eyes, I sit on the edge of the bed and scan the room for her.  She left without saying goodbye? Unacceptable . I check my schedule and ready myself for my early morning meeting. Deciding against a shower, I clean up the best I can, wanting the smell of Bella to remain on me all day.
    I arrive 20 minutes early to find Bella preparing my paperwork and presentation. As always, she’s efficient. She’s glowing and energetic, and looks thoroughly sexed. It’s a lovely look for her. No – lovely is too mild a word. She looks divinely filthy.
    “Good morning, Ms. Darcy,” I tell her.
    “Mmm-hmm, it definitely is,” she counters with a sly grin on her mouth and without making eye contact as she lays documents on the long conference table.
    “How do you feel?” I ask her as she moves around the table stealthily, her heels clicking on the tiled floor in unison with my heart beat and her hips sashaying teasingly beneath her tightly fitted skirt.
    Her cheeks pink up and she straightens and faces me. “I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”
    Raising my eyebrows at her I ask, “Fine?”
    This time she smiles the same shy smile she gave me the first time I met her.
    “As fine as can be expected after… that, ” she states, wiggling her eyebrows up and down lasciviously.
    I almost burst out laughing at the exaggerated and impish look on her face, but we’re rudely interrupted as other members of our team start filing into the room.
    Moving up behind Bella as she continues with her task of setting up the lecture, I grip her upper arm and whisper into her ear, “Don’t ever leave my bed again without my permission. Is that understood?”
    Her body stiffens, her breathing quickens and I feel the exhilaration of dominating a submissive course through my veins.
    “Yes, Sir. It won’t happen again,” she answers aptly.
    ***
    The day is long and mind-numbingly boring, and I have a difficult time concentrating on anything other than the previous nights’ fucktivities. On the occasions that I glance at Bella, I catch her watching and studying me. When I quirk an eyebrow at her in acknowledgement of her desirous stare, she nervously looks away as if she’s a child who’s been caught red-handed doing something she shouldn’t be. As usual, I’m torn between liking the longing gaze that she’s throwing my way and wanting to run the other way.
    When