The Billionaire's Curvy ConquestBy: Lydia Layne
Only then did he realize I was no longer blind.
After discarding the condom, he pulled me back onto his lap and kissed me tenderly, his still semi-erect cock pressed against my wetness.
We stayed that way for a while, without talking, the scent of our sex filling the room.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I said, unable to deny my body’s basic urge any longer.
“There are towels under the sink that you can use to freshen up,” Mr. Reed offered.
“Thank you,” I replied. “Mr. Reed, you should know that my behavior isn’t usually so...brazen.”
“I think we both got caught up in the moment, wouldn’t you agree, Miss James?”
Formality was back.
“I suppose you’re right,” I said.
Getting off his lap was awkward. There was no graceful way to get to my large body to my feet without flashing my dripping pussy through the crotchless lace or slapping his face with my breasts, which were fully unleashed from the corset.
Still, with as much dignity as possible, I got up, grabbed my bag of clothes and headed for the bathroom at the other end of the office.
When I came out of the bathroom, redressed in my stretchy pants and white blouse, I felt a little like Cinderella after the stroke of midnight.
Although I cleaned up the makeup that had streamed down my face and finger-combed my hair so that it was somewhat presentable, I couldn’t hide the flush on my cheeks that said I had just been very thoroughly fucked.
Mr. Reed, on the other hand, looked completely pulled together, fully dressed with his hair back in place and his head buried in his computer screen.
“Um, Mr. Reed? Should I have these things cleaned for your lady friend?”
I hated the idea of another woman wearing the lingerie and doing what I had done with Mr. Reed, but he couldn’t give her the corset and panties in their current state, covered in my juices and his scent.
“That won’t be necessary, Miss James,” Mr. Reed replied, not bothering to look up from his work. “Something’s come up and I won’t be able to get away for the weekend after all. I’ll have Alice pick up a trinket at Tiffany’s to send with my regrets.”
My heart was soaring as I held up the shopping bag that held the corset, panties and coat. “What should I do with these?”
Mr. Read looked at me now, his hot gaze filled with a lingering lust that told me he wasn’t quite as composed as he looked. “You keep them, Miss James. They suit you.”
“Thank you, sir. Would you like me to return the other items, the ones that we didn’t use?” I asked, trying to act nonchalant and failing miserably.
“No, Miss James.” Sparks flew between us. “I think the other items might come in handy at some point, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, I can see how they might.” My lips curled up sweetly. “Will there be anything else, Mr. Reed?”
“Not today, Miss James. Have a good evening.” As he turned back to his work, I exited his office, closing the door on my way out.
Leaning against the wall, I closed my eyes, taking time to slow my racing heart before walking down the hallway to Alice’s desk.
“How did it go, Miss James?” she asked.
“Well, at first, Mr. Reed was pretty angry that I was late,” I said with false drama. “But I managed to win him over in the end.”
“I knew you were the right woman for the job,” Alice said with a smile.
She reached into a tin box marked “Petty Cash” and pulled out three $20 bills. “I think you’ve earned a treat, Miss James. Why don’t you take a cab home from work instead of riding the bus.”
“Thank you,” I replied graciously, taking the money before walking toward the elevator. As the door opened, Alice called my name and I turned.
“It was a pleasure working with you today,” she said with a brilliant smile. “I hope to work with you again very soon.”
Returning her smile, I got in the elevator and directed the operator to take me to the lobby.
That night I used the rest of the money Alice gave me to splurge on delivery pizza and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s. It was my own way of celebrating the unusual events of the day.
I didn’t know what might happen at Reed Technologies tomorrow, but for the first time ever, I was excited to go to work.
The next morning I got up, took a shower, drank two cups of coffee and made a mad dash to catch the express bus downtown. Only I missed the bus and had to wait for the next one, which dropped me off 30 minutes late. Despite my lateness, I stopped to get a bagel.
Old habits die hard.
When I got to my desk, my cubicle was empty and fear pooled in my gut. “Hey Fay,” I whispered to the woman in the cubicle next to mine. “What happened to my stuff?”