Helen felt frustrated. She didn't need to use the bathroom. But she, however, needed to breathe well, away from him. She needed to stare at her confused visage in the mirror. What the hell was she going to do? To move them beyond this stage, especially as it now seemed that she had annoyed him to the point of a voluntary stalemate. She has always been a very likable and understanding person. She always tried to avoid having problems with people. Why then was she finding it difficult with Aaron? For them to proceed, she had to be the one to make the move, and the very thought made her limbs tingle with fear. Her head fell into her hands. What was wrong with her? Especially now, when there was so much more at stake between them, even though he didn’t know it yet. She gazed at herself in the mirror again. "What exactly do I want?" She spoke aloud. "Him in my life, or not at all?" She lowered her gaze as her hand rested on her stomach. She did want him in her life. She wanted him s
He brushed the tendrils of escaped hair away from her face. “I have another request for you.” With his thumb and forefinger, he lifted her chin upwards so he could lock her gaze with his. “It’s been more than a month and a half. Any longer and I will cease to be able to function.”Helen's face immediately began to flush with heat as she processed what he was saying. Shy, she tried to pull her gaze from his. He wouldn’t let her. “Helen, I'm serious,” he breathed. “I need to be inside you. How about tonight? Anywhere you want.”Right then, what she wanted more than anything was to kiss him, hard and deep. So her hands lifted to hold the sides of his face. He didn’t wait. With a slant of his head, he crushed his lips to hers and she tasted him again. It was like coming home from a long, arduous, and very unnecessary journey. As his tongue dipped and stroked hers, she felt her knees begin to weaken, the fire he wrought in her heart, draining her entire body of the stamina needed to even
She was already out of his arms and out of the stall. “Easy for you to say, you own the damn company.” she headed over to the mirror to check her disheveled, just fucked hair, and rumpled clothes. And if she looked enough, she could see reddened kiss marks on my neck. “Oh no!” she gasped.Aaron came up to the sink beside her. He wetted a handkerchief and began to approach her. “I’ll do it myself,” she said, not sure she could handle him touching her again. It felt like she was about to spontaneously combust, both from anxiety and ecstasy, and it was all too much, all at once.But he caged her, arresting her between the counter and his rock-solid frame until the only thing she could do was give in. She stared into his eyes as he lifted her skirt once again and slid her thong aside to cover it with his handkerchief.Her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing pattern now in short desperate spurts. When he was done, he arranged her clothes back in place and slipped the handkerchief into
Despite her resistance, Aaron's hand stroked the bud of her sex, her hands on his shoulders to keep her somewhat stable.“Aaron… stop,” she said.Then he managed to slip her thong aside. He slipped a finger into her and then another. Her eyes rolled into their sockets, her lips falling open. “Oh,”she whimpered. “Holy fuck.”His phone suddenly began to ring. With a deep sigh of regret, he pulled his fingers out of her and banded an arm around her legs to hold her to him, before retrieving the phone from its handle.“Your four ‘o'clock is here, Mr. Edwards,” Joseph informed him.“Give me a few minutes,” he responded and returned it to the receiver. He rose to his feet, and kissed his girl, completely and wholeheartedly in love with the woman that she was.She hit him on the shoulder but then melted into the kiss till a loud knock on the door brought them both back to earth.“You’re going to pay for this,” she said, as she pulled away.“I’m looking forward to it.”“How did you even take
Half an hour later VP Daniel had somehow managed to turn into a nightmare overnight. Today, they were focusing on establishing the demographic that would yield the utmost success if they directed their campaign toward them, and every single idea put forward by the members of the team had been rudely shut down.After an aggressive rant, the room was silent for a while, before Helen decided to speak. “Sir, based on my research so far, I think that young mothers would be a great focus.”For the first time since she had run into him earlier in front of Aaron’s office, he spoke to me, “And why do you think that? They have just heard that the majority of the demographic that consumes energy drinks are students and middle-aged workers. Where do young mothers come into this equation?”She wanted to give up right then, but she fought herself from rolling her eyes at him, and went on, "Gillette’s major demographic is indeed men. But during this past year, and especially after the controversia
When she came back, Aaron banded an arm around her waist and pulled her to him for a quick kiss. She melted into him as his hands grabbed onto her ass beneath the clingy, silk dress she wore.Just thinking about Helen was enough to get him excited, but seeing her now in this rose, silky slip dress‒the material clinging to her hips, barely covering up her breasts and boldly showcasing the hardness of her nipples‒began a slow torment he knew he wouldn’t be able to address until later on in the night. It was pure torture, but he wanted to spend time with her today rather than inside her, but he didn’t know how it would even be possible.He sat on one of the stools by her counter. She bent down to her bottom drawers to search for a vase, the material stretched across her hips and she might as well have been naked.His body and especially his cock felt like a fuse that was mere seconds away from blowing. “Would it be too much of a hassle for you to change outfits?” he asked, as she found
"I was in an orphanage till I was 7. I don't have much memories about the memories except the very kind nun who cared for us, the kids. After I turned eighteen, I would go visit her every year on my birthday. I stayed in three different foster homes till I was about 15. The kindest foster mother I had died when I was 11. I was so bitter when she died. The other foster parents were not ready to care for any kid who wasn't theirs. At fifteen, I hopped on every job I could find. Which included swiping people's wallets and attending parties I wasn't invited to just to find what to steal to resell." Her mouth fell open and he hurried to finish the story. " I did menial jobs for years and eventually had enough money to pay for a one-year accounting program at a university. That's not exactly a college degree. Not having a degree used to be a big insecurity for me. I worked as a tour guide some years back and that was where I met Anna's grandfather. I saved him from an accident and he was s
"What are you doing?"Helen swiveled around in her chair to face him, her cheeks flushed at his sudden presence. She could also tell from his gaze that his question had been rhetorical. She had been so engrossed in her research of customer reviews on Amazon.She didn't notice Henry at first, her focus completely on the insight into women’s experiences with the various drinks. One amusingly called the majority of energy drinks, sugared down battery acid, but she was a bit disheartened to hear what attracted her to the brand she was currently hooked on.It had been her companion all through college and now the daily ‘oomfs’ that she needed to power through her job, and deal with her kids, was the pink color of the can.Vita 500 was orange, and in a bottle, so she jotted down notes on how to use this point to the brand's advantage. The more common plays of the brand’s contribution to cancer research were recurring, but before she could go any further, Henry’s icy tone gripped her. “Didn