Page 18 of Since I First Laid Eyes On You

“Every morning,” I rasp in her ear. “Every morning I’m going to wake you like this.

” My hips punch in to hers hard, her pussy clenches in response and I lose it.

Pushing her on to her front I fucking rail her from behind, pounding into her again and again, my hips slamming against hers.

She grips the sheets in her hands, trying to ground herself.

I lift her hips in my palms, one hand snaking around her body and pinching her clit.

She cries out, the pain causing her body to tighten.

She wriggles in my grip, trying to escape my fingers.

“Keep still,” I hiss. “You can take it, just a little longer, baby, it will be worth it. Trust me.” After a few seconds I release her clit and moments later feel her orgasm pulse through her, her body goes limp in my arms. I thrust three more times before following her.

I roll on to my side, taking her with me and gently stroke up and down her ribs; waiting for her to come back round.

Knowing the pleasure is so much she passes out is the best boost to my ego.

“You need to stop doing that,” she mumbles. I chuckle in response, placing a kiss to the soft spot behind her ear.

“No way. It’s the best feeling in the world, knowing I’ve brought you that much pleasure.”

“I don’t think there’s enough room in this bed for you and your ego.” Laughing I pinch her ass cheek, earning a squeal.

“Get in the shower before I start fucking you again.” She pulls away from me, my cock slipping out of her.

I watch as she makes her way to the en-suite, my gaze drawn to my cum running down her thighs.

I can't wait to get her pregnant. My cock hardens instantly; Paige is better than any Viagra on the market, not that I’ve ever needed that shit.

But I’ve also never had this insatiable reaction to anyone before.

I climb out of bed and make my way to the shower where I plan on going back on my word and fucking my girl again .

I’m in the kitchen sipping my coffee, waiting for Paige to come downstairs.

I’ve made her the milky froth she likes to call coffee, cringing at it as I take another swig of my black brew.

Give me the strong stuff over that fluffy shit any day.

I see her enter out of the corner of my eye; turning I take her in fully.

Yeah, she’s going to come work for me. She looks fucking fantastic and I hate the thought of other guys at work ogling her.

She has a fitted navy dress on, a cream blazer and nude heels, seriously high, fuck me, heels.

I’m also totally aware of the tan stockings and sexy red lingerie she has on underneath; already wishing I could unwrap her.

“I made you a coffee,” my voice comes out like gravel.

“Thank you,” she smiles at me, picking it up and taking a sip. She moans her approval. Fuck, baby, don’t do that to me. I adjust myself in my slacks, getting a fucking semi already. This girl has no idea of the effect she has on me.

“I want to talk to you about work.” She looks at me over the rim of her mug, eyebrows raised. “I want you to work for me.” I’m not pussy footing around with this. I want her, in every way, in every aspect of my life. I’m aware my obsession with her is unhealthy, I just don’t give a shit.

“You don’t know anything about the way I work, Gray, I could be a terrible fit,” she takes a deep breath.

“I could be useless, I’m not,” she adds, “but you don’t know that.

The point is, Gray, we click personally.

But you know nothing about me when it comes to work.

” I hold my hand up, stopping her before she can continue.

“Am I offering this job for selfish reasons? Yes, I admit, I am. I want you with me; I want to see more of you. I also want to be able to make sure you’re not worked into the ground.

But,” I add, before she can interrupt, which I can tell she wants to do, “I also know enough to warrant a job offer. You have a first-class honours in Business and Economics from Oxford University.” I begin ticking the reasons off on my fingers.

“You got offered a job at Goldman Sachs straight out of university. You are highly intelligent and well spoken, you’re confident and have a fantastic work ethic.

Christ, Paige, you were there until the middle of the night making sure you got things finished.

I would be lucky to have you at my company.

Me offering you a job is not just for my personal gain, you would be an asset, an asset I plan on stealing from Goldmans.

” I slide an envelope across the counter to her.

“What’s this?” She asks, cocking her head.

“My offer letter,” her eyes shoot to mine. “There’s also a resignation letter in there ready for your signature. I’d like you to hand that in today.”

“You’re insane,” she whispers.

“Positively certifiable when it comes to you. What’s your notice period?” She runs her hands through her hair; I can see her trying to process everything.

“I’m still in my first year, so four weeks.” I nod. I’d hoped that would be the case.

“Good, if you hand your notice in today, you can start with me in the new year.”

“I haven’t agreed to anything yet, Gray,” she states.

“You will,” I say. I’m confident that she’ll come around, if not today, then soon. “Now let’s go, I want to drop you at your office.”

“You don’t need to do that, it’s out of your way. I’ll just jump in a taxi.” She is seriously asking for a spanking.

“Stop arguing with me, Paige and let me look after you.”

“Fine,” she huffs.

“And it wouldn’t be out of my way if you came and worked for me,” I can’t help but add.