I start bawling, my body still shaking, and Blake lifts me into his strong arms. He sets me down on his lap and cradles me as I sob, blissful tears streaming down my cheeks.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “That’s what it’s like to let go.”
I let him hold me like I’ve never let anyone hold me before.
And it’s beautiful. It’s exactly what I need, and he knows that…
4
BLAKE
It’s beentwo days since I’ve seen Kathryn. She’s been working from home because she’s supposedly ‘out sick.’ But I know better.
She’s hiding from me.
Francesca is here, rushing around the office, obeying her boss’s orders, but most of the staff is on their Christmas break. The one I was not given.
Such power, I think, amused as I picture Kathryn kneeling naked before me. She had no idea what she was getting herself into.
Now she wants more, but she can’t admit it.
My dick twitches as I think about her body quivering beneath mine. Watching that orgasm run through her was the sexiest shit ever.
“I’ve…never come before…”She told me afterward while I held her. The virgin of all virgins. Never been kissed, touched, and definitely never been fucked.
But that’s going to change. I will have her.
I shake my head and try to focus on other things so I can get through the day without an aching hard-on. Finally, when it’stime to clock out, I take the elevator down to the street and hail a cab.
“East Seventy-First Street,” I tell the driver.
“Nice,” he replies in a thick New York accent. “Going to see the boss, eh?”
I grin to myself. “Yeah. Got some after-work activities to go over.”
The drive is uneventful and thankfully quick. I gaze at the old, expensive buildings as they pass. Can’t even imagine having enough money to own one of them.
But Kathryn does.
“Right here,” I tell him, handing him his fare in cash. “Thanks.”
It’s not hard to find your boss’s address these days. A quick Google search turned up an article about her buying the townhouse for forty-five million.
Grinning, I take the steps up to the front door and knock.
There’s no sound at first, then I hear familiar footsteps. There’s a flash of movement in my peripheral vision, and I see her rushing through the living room.
“Took you long enough—” she says as she opens the door. But when she sees me, her jaw drops and her face goes red.
“Hey, boss,” I say with a wave.
“You’re…not the messenger.”
“Nope,” I reply, stepping past her into the threshold. “I’m your new intern. Remember?”
“Hey!” she snaps, jumping in front of me, as if she can prevent me from moving deeper into her home. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t come in here like this!”
“I just did,” I reply.
