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Daye knew what he wanted, for her to beg for her pleasure before she received it. She bit her lip, pushing the boundaries to see how long she could last under his subtle touch. She nodded but Morgan would not be denied. He slid his fingers lower between the folds of her pussy, circling the entrance of her snatch but retreating before fulfilling the ache between her legs. Daye lifted her hips, hoping it would help bring his finger inside her. But Morgan pulled away with a husky laugh, back to her clit.

“If you’re going to be bad, I might have to spank you again. All I want is for you to tell me what you want. Say it, Daye,” he encouraged.

She was not a woman accustomed to not being in control. His life, his schedule, the entire office ran with her hard work. It was easy for her to give over the reins to him. He was, after all, her boss and she loved how dominant he was. In their lovemaking he would always be giving, making sure her needs were met even if he had the control. She made a sound of frustration in her throat when he slipped his finger inside her for an instant before continuing to tease the sensitive flesh. 

“I want your fingers inside me now!” Daye demanded.

“You don’t demand, baby—you ask.”

“Please Morgan, do it!” Her head thrashed back and forth on the floor as she moaned.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

While Morgan buried his finger into her pussy, he bent and took her tight nipple in his mouth, doubling the sensation that tugged at her core. She groaned when he slipped another finger inside her tight snatch. Her hips pumped against his hand and as he pushed deeper, Daye cried out in pleasure. Her hands clenched into the fibers of the carpet.

“Oh, don’t stop, Morgan. I’m going to come!”

“Yes baby, come for me. You like how that feels, don’t you?”  She could hear the strain in his voice.

Her body began the delightful tremble that heralded her release. Her legs moved restlessly as she reached for her orgasm. When he found the spot buried inside her pussy and fucked her hard with his fingers at an upward tilt. Daye cried out and her body

shook as she came, her juice gushing against his hand. Her tiny moans of satisfaction filled the air. Morgan began to take his place over her body but with an agile flip, Daye had him on this back and grinned wickedly at his surprise.

“My turn. You didn’t think this night would end without me getting a taste of you, did you?” she asked. 

Daye kissed her way down his body and her tongue slicked the length of his cock. She sucked on his tightening balls and heard him groan. His hands sank in her already tousled hair and followed the movements of her head while she took him in her mouth. He was long and thick. She loved how her mouth formed a tight ‘o’ around his cock.  She took as much of him as she could between her lips, increasing her pace and the movement of her tongue. He moaned in earnest and she could feel his legs flex beneath her hands.

Morgan pulled her up suddenly and kissed her hard. Tasting her like he craved her lips like a drowning man craved that first sweet breath of air.  He pulled her up his body and Daye lay in his arms while their tongues dueled for supremacy in a fierce kiss where there were no winners. Her body straddled his and in one smooth thrust, he filled her with his cock. She moaned at his thickness, and how deep he was like this. Her pussy

sheathed him like a velvet glove as they moved.  His hands clenched the smooth cheeks of her ass, spreading them wide and took over by thrusting into her. She was on top and she rode him hard, matching his rhythm.

“Ah fuck!” he said harshly. “You feel so damn good.”

“Should I tease you, baby?” Daye asked and licked at his lips. “Make you crazy like you did to me?”

“You do and I might have to find some other way to take you to the edge.” Morgan’s voice was low and sexy in the quiet room.

“Something more than a spanking?” She gave him a wicked smile. “Promises, promises, Mr. March.”

“I never make promises I can’t keep,” he replied and groaned at her lithe movements.  “Play now, sweetheart, and later it’s my turn.”

Daye slowed her movements on his cock. Taking him deep and undulating her hips against him. She moved her hips, taking him deeper then released him only to capture the length of his cock once more. Morgan arched his neck as she bit and nibbled on the sensitive skin from there to his collar bone. It empowered her to know that she affected him the exact way he did to her. Daye did her best to tease him, taking his turgid rod inch by torturous inch and pumping her hips onto his hard cock until they both cried out. Morgan raised his head to take her nipple into his mouth. She cried out in pleasure and offered up her breasts to him once more to be fondled and sucked greedily. Their harsh breathing filled the room and with a low growl she felt his hands capture her hips tightly. His hands pulled her to him, impaling her on his steel-hard cock. She screamed. He gave a primal cry until they both went over the edge into their orgasm together. The intensity of it left her gasping and panting. She laid her head against his chest. She could hear his heart pounding furiously.

On the floor amid the strewn papers and office knick knacks, they let their bodies cool and found their breath again. Daye knew she could never look at that office again and not think of the night of pleasure that had occurred. She would remember it in blissful detail in the hopes that it would happen again—many, many times.

As they dressed, he looked over to her with a big grin and said, “Come home with me.”

Daye shook her head in refusal. “You don’t have to do that. I don’t expect anything more than this. I’m lucky to have you as my boss and my friend, Morgan. I don’t want to ruin that by you thinking I need more than you are willing to give.”

“For such a smart woman, Daye, you can be so blind.” He pulled her close, grabbed both her hands that worked at the snap of her jeans and brought them to his chest. “I expect more. As great as this was, I want the woman, too. Not just naked and panting, but to share dinners with, to have a conversation with late at night in bed and to wake up with every morning before work. Figure it out, lady—you’re the one that makes me happy. So I want you to expect it all from me because I, Morgan March, plan to give it all to you.”

“Yes sir, Mr. March.” She grinned up at him.

After all it was wrong to argue with the boss.

April’s Fool

April sat outside in between the flower bed in her back yard. It was after three in the afternoon and the sun’s warmth beat down on her skin. She was wearing a pair of cut off jeans and a spaghetti-strapped tank top. The weather was way too nice and she missed her warm weather clothing.

April loved the springtime. It started in March and by the month she was born in and named after, everything was in bloom. She could smell the first hints of honeysuckle in the air, and her tulip bulbs had sprung from the ground days earlier. She couldn’t wait to see everything from the blue bonnets to the rose bushes bloom. She had planted her herb garden with new sprigs of red lavender and sweet basil. The scent of both plants was still on her hands blended with the smell of the rich earth she was digging in.

Being an herbalist, she found uses for each herbs to help her clients. From teas to poultices, she knew the healing properties of everything in her yard. Spring didn’t just bring in a season where everything bloomed. It also brought Kale Pendleton to her door.

He was her Achilles heel. They’d met one spring four years ago on her birthday. That same night, she’d shared his bed, and never thought one man could make her feel so much. One week of pure bliss and he was gone. They shared phone calls and email, but she saw him once a year in the spring, and the rest of the time she was alone. It was like having a relationship with a ghost. April cursed herself for falling in love with him and waiting like some damn fool for three weeks out of the year to spend time with him. She didn’t date and could think of any other man touching her but Kale. She also knew that she couldn’t do this anymore. So when he showed up, she had an ultimatum for him. Change the script or there would be no next time. She was done.

The thought of it broke her heart—no more Kale in her life! But April couldn’t see herself in the future still playing this game. How pathetic would it be if she ended up forty and still standing in her doorway waiting for three weeks with a man who didn’t want to put down roots? She’d already gotten the text message, “on my way babe.” The words filled her with anger.

How dare he assume I’m just here waiting on his ass?

You have no one to blame but yourself for this!
her little voice yelled, and she knew it was the truth. She’d let him set those unspoken rules and now she would be hurt.  By now, she would be upstairs making herself pretty, knowing he would be rolling up on his bike before the sun went down.

Instead, she dug furiously in the damp earth where she knelt to take her mind off him and what she had to do.  It wasn’t too long after when she heard the familiar roar coming down her street.  He heart jumped, but yet she kept as her task. She had to be firm and say no. But even as the sound of his motorcycle pulled into her driveway, she couldn’t help that even that made her panties wet with anticipation.

“Babe!” she heard him yell, and the door bell ring. 

Still saying nothing, she sat at her flower beds planting the new bulbs before they lost all their moisture in their young roots. His footsteps coming forward on the walkway that led around the house made her breath race.
Stay strong, April girl,
she warned herself firmly.

“Hey, no greeting for your favorite man?” he said from behind her.

April dropped the trowel in her hands and dusted the dirt from her fingertips before she stood and turned to face him. Kale looked entirely too good in his worn leather jacket and holding his helmet in his hands. Those light blue eyes set in that handsome face and his lips curved in a sexy smile made her blood heated.  His hair was longer since she’d last seen him and he was so tall she always had to stand on tip toes to kiss him.

“To say you were my favorite man means I have a few more that held less appeal than you,” April said simply.

He pulled her stiff form into a bracing hug. He smelled like the outdoors and his cologne reminded her of the sea. April resisted pressing her nose into his hard chest and inhaling deeply.

“Yeah, a year and only a few calls and some emails will do that to you.” She stepped out of his arms.

“What’s wrong, April?” His blue eyes searched her face for an answer.

She let loose the temper that she was holding back. “What do you think is wrong, Kale? Um, let’s see, for the past three years I get three weeks and some calls? How long did you think I would be putting my life on hold for you, huh?” She poked her finger into his chest.  “I’m a woman with feelings. For all I know, there are eleven more women all across this country that gets three weeks too! You don’t give a crap about me. If you did,  you’d see the woman I am and what I need. Couldn’t you tell that I want more than this?”

“There’s not eleven other women. Only you,” he said. “Ig you wanted more from me, why didn’t you just ask?”

April had to admit the words thrilled her. Still, there was more to be said. “I didn’t want to put any pressure on you all right?  Your exact words to me were, ‘my life is a whirlwind. I don’t stay in one place too long.’ I thought having this with you was better that not having you at all, and honestly, the thought of you saying, ‘see ya, babe’ scared me. But now I can’t let that hold me back any longer. I can’t do this anymore, Kale. You have to leave.”

“April, don’t do this. Let me be the person you need me to be.” He stepped toward her and she instinctively stepped back.

She shook her head sadly. “I know you enough to know you’d try for a little bit, but like you said, you are a whirlwind and then when you went away, I’d be destroyed. No, it’s better this way, Kale. I’m sure you can find some other warm body for a few nights a year. It won’t be me.”

“Is that your final answer? There’s no changing your mind?” he asked quietly.

She nodded, feeling the tears threaten and knowing she couldn’t speak.  He pulled her into his arms and devoured her lips in a kiss. She moaned and held on to his broad shoulders while he penetrated her mouth with his tongue.  Heat infused her as their tongues dueled.
One last kiss.
The thought barely registered while he molded her to him.  He could always take her to the edge of coming with just a kiss.

“Think on that for a few hours and let me know if you change my mind.” Kale’s voice was almost a growl. “You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

She watched him stride away and she called after him. “You’re full of yourself. I’m not changing my mind.”

She heard his bike purr to life and roar away before she stomped her foot in frustration and stalked back to her flower bed.  It was a lucky thing she kept high fences around her backyard. She’d be the talk of the town if one of her older neighbors saw her outside kissing Kale like a horny teen “Think on that, huh? Well, I’m going to put you right out of my mind, Kale Pendleton,” she muttered. An hour later, with her lips still tingling from his kisses, she found out that was easier to say than do.

* * * *

By nine o’ clock, she was coming out of the shower clean from a day of sweating in the backyard. By now, she would be under Kale screaming his name and, no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t get the aching for him to stop.

She dried with a fluffy towel and took her long silk robe of the back of the bathroom door. She looked at herself in the mirror.
Yeah, you’ll be missing this, buddy,
she thought. Kale praised her body constantly when he was around.  Her mahogany skin practically glowed after her shower. Any man would be lucky to have her. But, sadly, the one she wanted most of all was only willing to give her a small fraction of himself.

The positive reinforcement of her decision being right was doing nothing for her libido that was raging. Her body needed him. It was like it could tell she was purposely avoiding Kale.  She put on her robe and went downstairs to grab a glass of wine. April brooded over the fact she would be in bed alone…again.