My friends and family have noticed this abnormal shift in my normally positive and upbeat personality. My sister Lori announced during our weekly lunch that if I didn’t get off soon, I was going to beat me with a sack of nickels. I chuckled, knowing that if my baby sister had a nickel, it was because she borrowed it from me.

Closing my eyes, I was taken back to the mall parking lot. My back pressed against the metal car door. Aiden’s cool lips pressed against mine. His finger slid against my wet clit. Opening my eyes, I caressed my right breast. I pinched my nipples; twisted the chocolate tips into a point. I roughly flick the sponge against it, then I spread my legs, propping one on each ledge of the whirlpool tub. The warm water rushed against my canal, caused my spine to tingle. I fingered my clit as I lean my back against the cool porcelain wall of the tub, still imagining my touch to be Aiden’s. I moved my hips in rhythm to my finger. Water splashed over the side of the tub. My orgasm was rising to the surface. My head rolled back.
I remembered the heat of his skin against the palm of my hand. The sizzle of his lips on my throat. Fuck, he felt so good. I…was…going…to…

Not.

Damn! Quickly, I finished my bath, rinsed off my mask and stalked to bed. I climbed in and pulled the linens around me. I needed to find Aiden. He was the only way I will ever be able to come again. I sighed and closed my eyes. How was I going to find him?

One week later, I sat at my work desk. I’d been staring at the computer screen for hours. I had contracts to write, staff to hire and none of it was getting done because I followed Stace’s advice. I put an ad on Craigslist in the missed connections section and had spent my hours checking it every five minutes to see if there was any word from my handsome stranger.
There was none. My ad has been posted for a week. I got one response from one jackass but nothing from Aiden. I checked the inbox one more time. The zero stared back at me. I exited the site. I had to stop this. Had to let it go. Had to stop driving myself crazy. I needed to move on. Needed to find someone new. The problem was that I could not. My body only wanted Aiden.
I glanced up and out of my office window . The lid to the copier was up again. I already knew who the culprit was. I narrowed my eyes at the machine, as if my angry gaze would’ve caused one of my coworkers to close the lid. It didn’t. Huffing, I stood and made my way to the copy room.

“Cyd,” Stace called. “Can you come here a second?”

I changed directions and leaned against the open door jam of my best friend’s office.

“You left the lid up again.”

Stace frowned as she hung up the telephone. “What lid?”

“The lid on the copier.”

“Not that again.”

“It’s just common courtesy that you close the lid to keep dust off the glass.”

Stace burst into laughter. I rolled my eyes. I was being serious. Why was I the only one who was concerned about this?
Because I was the only one who had time to be concerned about tiny dust particles.

I turned, went into the copy room and closed the lid. Then, I returned and sat in the lavender armchair across from Stace’s desk.

“We need to find you a man.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I don’t need a man.”

“Yes, you do. Any word from Aiden?”

I shook my head. A thousand scenarios have played within me after that afternoon. Maybe he was only in town for a short time. Maybe he really was married and lied to me. Maybe he was dead. I blinked, hoping that last thought was not the reality. I wanted to see him again, but was beginning to think that won’t happen. It was time to officially give up. When I returned to my desk, I vowed, I’ll remove the ad from Craigslist.

Stace was snapping her fingers in front of my face, breaking my thoughts. I blinked rapidly.
“What?”

My best friend smiled. “I was saying, can you take this meeting with a new client this afternoon? I have an emergency with the Kline law firm.”

I frowned. I was free that Wednesday afternoon, but had hoped to get off early to go to the gym and work off some of my frustrations. “Who’s the client?”

Stace dug around her desk for the manilla folder and gave it to me.
“Stanton and Associates, LLC. It is a financial consulting firm. He needs a receptionist.”

“That should be easy. Have you already spoken with him?”

“Over the phone. I have a few resumes already pulled. They are in the file.”

I opened the folder and looked over the contents. It seemed to be a straight forward meeting. In and out. If the meeting was at three. I’d be home by four. Stace looked at her watch.

“I got to go to the Kline’s offices,” She said as she stood and gathered her purse and briefcase. “Call my cell if you need me.”

Stace hugged me then ran out of the office. I made my way across the hall to my own office. I understood why Stace was concerned. I had yelled at a potential client for smacking her gum during a meeting. A meeting that would have brought in a six figure contract for our company. A contract that I single handedly lost. I blew out air as I sat in my leather chair. Smacking gum was one of my many pet peeves, but even I knew that I shouldn’t have snapped at a potential client. Especially one that had deep pockets. I had to get it together. There was more to life than sex. Or not having any.
Or finding Aiden.

I logged onto Craigslist and checked my account one more time. Nothing. I glanced at the clock. It was only 2:15 pm. I hadn’t had lunch yet. I decided to grab a bite before the meeting. Motion, I thought as I stood and gathered my purse and the Stanton folder. I needed to keep busy to forget about Aiden. Forget about his hard muscular back. His kiss that caused my knees to weaken.

I sighed. I made my way out of the office as the memory of that Saturday still played in my head and wetted my thong.



Chapter Five

Stanton and Associates was easy to find. It was nestled in the center of a business park that wrapped around the Scottsdale General hospital. It was 2:59 when I pulled my Maxima into the parking space near the front door. I checked my hair in the rear view mirror, making sure there was no lettuce in my teeth. I straightend the lapels of my black three button jacket. Underneath, I swore a lace rimmed pink camisole. My new Kenneth Cole slingbacks were on my feet. I had a talk with myself to not let anything the client does bother me as I emerged from the car and made my way to the front door. If he smacked his gum, left the copier lid up, or his pen uncapped, just let it go, I told myself.
A breeze of air conditioning greeted me as I walked through the front door and into the empty reception area. It was a nice set up. From the front door, the gray u-shaped receptionist desk sat with comfortable looking gray southwest patterned arm chairs to my left. To my right, was a doorway that lead to an open concept office area. Four cubicles stood in the center with two glass offices and a conference room surrounding it. I admired the soft gray and glass palette. The Southwest style pictures and other decorations that lined the walls.

“Hello?” I called. “Mr. Stanton?”

Silence.

“I am from Hire Up! staffing.”

Silence.

I opened my file to look for the client’s first name. One wasn’t one listed. I stood in the foyer for what felt like an eternity before cautiously stepping into the open area. I looked around at the empty cubicles and didn’t see anyone. I remembered from the client’s file that he had moved his business here from Atlanta and it was not scheduled to open until Monday.

“I’ll be right there,” a deep, velvety voice called from the back office.

I tapped my foot. I wanted to get to the gym before all of the Stairmasters were taken. Plus, I didn’t like to be kept waiting. Another of my pet peeves. Let it go, I told myself. I moved to a large painting of a cactus that hung on the wall, admiring the artist’s brushstrokes. I turned around as a large ficus tree emerges from the office and walked toward me.
“I’m sorry,” the deep voice said. “I was looking for a place to put this.”

“Do you need help?”

“No, I got it thank you.”

“Well,” I looked around. I spotted an area between the break room and the conference room that would be perfect for it. “How about here?’

The tree followed me to its new home. A pair of masculine, denim covered legs bent and set the tree on the silver and red accented carpet. I stood back to admire the tree’s muscular gluts. I quickly looked away as he unfolded his body to stand up. There was something familiar about his physique, but I quickly dismissed the déjà vu feeling. My eyes roamed his back. He was tall. Creamy white skin. His white button down shirt was rolled up at the sleeves and not tucked into his jeans. On his feet, he wore brown loafers. He unfolded the navy blazer that was draped on his arm and covered his muscular back with it.

“That’s perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I suppose you’ll be adding a decorating charge to my bill.”

“Of course I will, Mr. Stanton.” I joked.

He chuckled as he turns around.

“Call me…” His voice trailed off.

My heart stopped.

“Aiden?” I whispered with a mixture of disbelief and excitement. The folders slipped from my hands. Resumes and other documents spilled onto the floor like a paper waterfall. I smoothed a strand of hair behind my ear and squatted to pick them up. Aiden bent to help me. My hands trembled when his brushed against mine. Suddenly, I didn’t know how to act. Didn’t know how to get my body to stop tingling with anticipation. I had to be professional. Had to treat him like any other client. But how when I wanted to jump his bones.

“I’m sorry,” I stammered.

“Don’t be.”

“I was trying to find you. I even put out an ad on Craiglist. I never thought…”

The words sounded silly even to me. They came out in a rush before I could stop them. Aiden smiled at me. A smile that caused my breath to catch in my throat. Caused my nipples to strain against my white lace bra. With his assistance, I stood. His hand lingered on my elbow. I felt his touch through my linen jacket. I looked up into his blue eyes, got lost. He broke the eye contact first. With a clearing of his throat, he motioned toward the conference room with his free hand.
“Shall we?”

Unsteady, I followed Aiden into the light filled room. A long black oak table sat in the middle of the gray room. He held out a black leather arm chair for me to sink into, then sat in the seat at the head of the table on my right. I gave him the folder with the resumes and waited while he looked over them.

“Normally, a client asks us to look over the resumes and do the hiring.”

“I know,” he said. “But I like to be in control.”

I nodded. “The ten on top are the ones that we feel will be the best for your company. You do financial consulting?”

He nodded as he flips through the pages.

“And you moved here from Atlanta?”

Again, he nodded, not looking at me. I tapped my fingers on the table top as I waited for him to finish reading each of the resumes. Even just sitting next to him, I could feel the air sizzle. I pulled a legal pad from my briefcase in order to take notes and to distract myself from my throbbing clit. I watched him. His eyes never moved from the page. I wanted to know more about him. Why he moved to Arizona from Georgia. Why he choose their staffing firm over the hundreds in the area. Why he never tried to find me as I had tried to find him.

The pages shuffled. I wonders if Aiden has ever thought about me. Does he replay that afternoon in his head for the past month as I had. Does his skin tingle remembering his lips on my throat, his hands between my legs. I crossed my legs and looked out the window.

He placed three resumes on top of my pad. “Please contact these three and set up interviews for tomorrow.”
I nodded. “Any particular time?”

“I will be here all day setting things up. Any time is fine.”

“You didn’t fill in the salary information. What will you be paying?”

“$10 per hour to start. Your company provides health insurance?”

I nodded. “It was important for us that our employees were covered. Other staffing companies don’t provide this as they view their temps as throwaways. Even for the shortest assignment, we provide some type of coverage.”

He nodded. “Your partner explained that. That was one of the reasons that I decided to hire you. I can see us having a great relationship when I decide to grow the business.”

“How many employees did you have in Atlanta?”

“Close to fifty by the end,” He leaned forward. “I started with only four. One of them will be my business partner here.”
“That’s wonderful.”

“Would you like coffee or water?”

“No, thank you.”

“Please excuse me. I must attend to something important.” Aiden stood and pulled his jacket closed. I was instantly disappointed. I didn’t want the meeting to end so soon. When I moved to gather my things, Aiden placed a strong hand on top of mine. The current flowed through his palm into my bloodstream, igniting my heart.

“Please stay. I’ll be right back.”

I turned to watch him walk out of the office. His ass looked amazing in those jeans. When he was out of sight, I fanned myself with the stack of resumes. My thong, stick to my clit and rub against it as I shifted in my chair. I wondered if it would be unprofessional to be naked and lay spread eagle on the conference table when he returned.



Chapter Six

It felt like he was gone for an eternity but was for only five minutes. When Aiden returned to the conference room, my eyes locked with his. I could see the desire in his, just as he caught a glimpse of it in my opal irises before I turned away. In that moment, I understood that I won’t let him slip out of my life again. I did wonder what the important matter that he had to attend to was and got my answer when the sunlight reflected on the condom wrapper he placed on the table behind him.
“Is there anything else that you need from me, Mr. Stanton?”

There were so many ways he could answer that question, but I was still trying my best to be professional. He paused. His name sounded so sexy coming from my lips. It caused him to harden. As he leaned against the oak table, he does his best to arrange his jacket over the surprise waiting for me before I could see it. It was too late. My eyes traveled down his body, bathed him in my dark gaze and settled on the rise in his jeans. I quickly glanced away.
“You really posted an ad online to find me?”

I blushed. “Yes.”

“Why?”

I twirled the pen in my hands, almost breaking it in half. I set it on the table. Do I dare tell him the truth? I swallowed.
“Well,” I smoothed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Before that day at the mall, I hadn’t…well, you know…”

“Come,” he finished crossing his arms across his chest.

“Yes. And that day I came so hard, but haven’t been able to do it since then.”

“So, you want me to make you come, Cydnee?"

I nodded. I glanced up at him. He watched me intensely but is silent. I closed my eyes and begin to gather my briefcase. I didn’t want him to see the disappointment in my eyes when he turns me down.

“I’ve said too much,” I said, standing and walking for the entrance to the conference room. “I’ll have Stace call you tomorrow. It’s probably best that she work with you from now on.”

It hurts to leave the room. I can’t explain the lump that forms in my throat as I walk to the front door. I paused in the reception area to dig my keys out of my purse. I blinked away the tears. It’s for the best. What did I expect, anyway? I’ll have an orgasm, eventually. There were more pressing things in life than not being able to come.

I turned toward the front door and begin to open it. He reached around me, to close and lock it. Grabbing my upper arms, he spun me around and kissed me hard on my lips. I dropped everything I had in my hands to wrap my arms around his neck. His lips felt as amazing as I remembered. He pulled me tight against him. His hard cock pressed into my hip. He released my lips to find that spot on my neck that makes my knees weak. I cupped him in the palm of my hand. I had to feel him. I unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick free. He groans as I stroke his length.

“I haven’t forgotten you,” he whispered against my neck as his fingers unbuttoned my jacket and stripped it from my body.
“I didn’t think you remembered,” I stammered as he kissed the front of my throat.

“Of course, I remembered. Every day and night for the past month, I have played that day over and over in my mind. Sometimes, I can still smell you on my fingers.”

I shuttered in his arms as he unzipped my skirt and pushed it down over my hips. I released my hold on his cock to unbutton his shirt and strip him of it and his jacket. I don’t know why it warmed my heart that he felt the same as I. This is only sex, I told myself. Don’t get caught up.

“But,” he continued. His fingertip traced the outline of my erect nipple through my silk camisole. “I had to be professional and take care of business before we could get to the pleasure.”

I pulled my pink camisole over my head and tossed it across the room. He traced the lace edge of my bra with his index finger. My dark nipples strained against the white lace and threatened to poke a hole in the material. He reached behind my back to unhook my bra. My breast bobbed free of the underwire. He pulled one of my nipples in his mouth.

“I’ve been fantasying about this since you sat down,” he said, his voice husky and sensual.

I moaned as he turns his attention to my other nipple. He leaned me back against the receptionist desk and pulled aside the elastic of my thong. His fingers stroked my delicate bud. Yeah, he remembered alright. My body quivered in his arms. My hips moved in rhythm to his finger. He released my nipple to kiss the valley between my breasts, then the arch of my neck. I was so wet. He slid his finger along the waterfall and plunged into my core.

“Oh, shit!”

I came so hard that it made me dizzy. I collapsed against his chest and he held me as my tremors subsided. I breathed in hard. My scent lingered in the air. He kissed me. His index finger still stroked my clit. “Better?” He asked.

I shook my head no. Yeah, I had come. I was a great start, but I needed him inside my pussy in the worst way. I had a lot of lost time to make up for. He gathered me in his arms and carried me to the conference room. I laid back against the cool oak table top. My gaze flowed over his muscular body as he covered his cock with a condom.

I spread my legs, to allow him deeper access as he plunged deep inside my pussy.

“Aiden.” I sighed as he fucked me hard.

The table shook under the weight of our bodies. If the table broke right now, I wouldn’t even care. He pounded against my opening and it felt so good. I arched my back. He bent down to take my mouth in a hard kiss and fingered my erect nipples. I was so close. I felt it in the way my walls contracted around his cock. They way my back slammed against the oak table. It danced in my eyes as I briefly glanced at him before turning away.

“Fuck…Aiden…!”

He pushed deeper into me. Pushed me over the edge. My climax caused my body to shudder. Brought tears to my eyes. He grabbed a fist full of my curls and gently flipped me onto my knees, arching my hips against him. I gasped.
“Oh…God!”

I came again. He couldn’t hold his back any longer. He released my hair and gripped my hips. On a shuddering breath, he released his orgasm. After a moment, he collapsed into his executive chair, pulled me onto his lap with him. I twisted around to rest my head on his shoulder. It took me a moment to remember my name. I closed his eyes and I snuggled against him as he wrapped his arms around my waist, wishing all business meeting could be like this.



Chapter Seven

Sated, I collapsed against the mattress while I struggled to catch my breath. My thighs trembled, but I knew Aiden was far from finished. The linens on his bed were as soft as a butterfly wing , but still not as soft as his tongue on my clit. He held me open with his index finger and thumb as he licked and teased the swollen flesh. My fingers dove into his mass of black curls.

“I can’t…”

“Just one more time.”

My body yielded to his tongue. He pulled my clit between his lips and suckled. A burst of air escaped my lungs. This man needed to stop this. It’s been three months since out tryst in his office and he still knew what buttons to push. I gripped the sheets as he continued his lazy suckle.

I stole a glance at the bedside clock. If he didn’t stop soon, I would only get a couple hours of sleep before work. Not that I was complaining. His tongue was making me forget that I even had a job. This was the first time that I have stayed overnight at his house. The musical we went to see ended later than anticipated. Then, we enjoyed cocktails at Johnny Q’s before retiring to his spacious loft. He feasted on my neck in the bar as we listened to the band play. When his hand slid up the skirt of my little black dress, I knew I was in trouble.

I enjoyed Aiden’s company. I couldn’t remember being so comfortable with anyone so quickly. He could make me come like nobody else and I didn’t want anyone else to make me come like this. I didn’t know what the future held for us, but I was perfectly find with the way things were now.

He kissed his way up my body and took my mouth in a hard kiss. My essence seeped onto my tongue and made my horny all over again. I rolled him onto his back with strength that I didn’t know I had and climbed on top of the muscular mountain.
“My turn,” I whispered as I kissed the deep valley of his chest and made my way down to slide my lips over his cock.
My tongue searched every crevice and ridge of his hard shaft. I inhaled his musky scent. I loved pleasing him like this. I circled his rigid head before plunging his hardness into my mouth. Aiden’s fingers tightened around my curls of my crown. He gripped my shoulder and pulled me on top of him.

“That’s not what I want,” he said as he plunged into my pussy, causing me to gasp. “This is what I want.”

I gripped the iron headboard as his lips clamped around my nipple. I moaned as he thrusts deep inside of me. Yeah, I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight but I wasn’t complaining. This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for, exactly what I needed.
“You like that don’t you?”

When I took my time answering, he grabbed my hips and drove his dick deep inside my pussy. My eyes closed from the pleasure of the gently force. He took total control of my body like one has ever done before. He did say that he like to be in control. He wasn’t kidding.

“Oh…God…”

“Answer me, Cydnee Michelle.”

“Yes…” Why on earth did I tell him my middle name?

“Is this dick gonna make you come?”

“I…fuck…yes!”

He teased the opening of my anus with the tip of his index finger before plunging roughly inside. I gasped. His finger and cock worked in rhythm, coaxing me to yet another orgasm that I didn’t know was locked inside of me. We were making up for lost time. For all those months that I couldn’t have an orgasm.

I shifted my weight forward, spread my thighs wide so that his hard cock is all the way inside me. He liked to deep inside me when he came. I gripped the headboard, pumped my hips hard and fast. He looked up at me. I smiled down at him. I have learned a few things about Aiden in this short time.

He held on to my hips. The bed rocked underneath our weight. It was his turn to come for me. He gulped air threw his mouth. He groaned as I continued to move my hips in the frenzied pace. I felt his dick stiffen against my slick walls. He was going to blow, it was in his eyes.

“Oh, shit, Cydnee!”

“Come for me, Aiden…”

On a loud groan, he comes hard. He confessed to me weeks earlier that he, too, had not been able to have an orgasm since his wife died. I was the only that was able to pull it out of him. I collapsed against his sweat covered chest. I felt his heartbeat through his chest against my cheek.

I rolled off of him so that he can flush the condom. When he returned from the bathroom, I gawked at his masculine body as he made his way back to bed. My body ached from pleasure but I knew that we were far from finished. I licked my lips as my pussy became moist. He stared down at me, at my erect nipples, my glistening belly ring, and covered his hardening cock with a fresh condom before climbing in next to me.

“Better?” He asked as he kissed me hard on my lips.

“No,” I replied as I spread my legs to accommodate him.





                      The End