Miranda knew she was late for study, but she had an crucial write up to mitt in to her lector. If it wasn't in by two that afternoon, she and the four other fellow member in her group would be royally fucked. In other words, they wouldn't alumnus. So instead of stopping by the office building she was interning in, she stepped on the gas and passed right by. She also recognised her knob staring right at her. She knew this wouldn't end well.
Forty-five long arcminute later she jumped out of her car the second it was parked and rushed inside. Her aunty had pulled a couple of strings and managed to get her this job, one she desperately needed. Being in the second trimester of a potentially risky pregnancy, she only worked mornings as the PA to Alexanders Colonomos. She had suggested her niece to take over from her in the afternoons. And even though she had absolutely no experience, the man had taken her aunt's vouch. Making both herself and her aunt looking so unprofessional was the endure matter she needed. Somehow she'd have to talk him into keeping his mouth shut about this incident.
"Ah, Miranda ! Come in ; number in."
As always, the sound of his deep voice sent shake down her rachis. She had to mentally slap herself to hold open from ogling the man. Get a clench of yourself, she admonished herself. He's too old for you. Not that he looked old, however. As a matter of fact, he was most probably in his prime at 33 years of age. Even though she was .22, he always succeeded in making her feel like a school girlfriend around him.
"Good good afternoon, sir,"she greeted with a dazzling grinning, knowing the impression it had on people. She also knew from experience that sitting down in one of his chairs without being invited to do so was a big no-no in his Word. She snorted silently. God knew what she saw in the big jerking.
Alexander the Great waved his hand, silently telling her she could sit. He laced his fingers together and leaned forward in his nates. Those fingerbreadth. Those big, manly, oh so beautiful fingers !
"I'd like to make love, Miranda, why you drove past the office earlier today,"he said in perfective, but slightly accented English.
"I am so sorry, Sir. I had to hand in a composition back at the college, but one of my spouse emailed the wrongly date to me. It was due today. My lecturer was going to run out me if I didn't hand it in."
"We had an arrangement. I understand that you have school work to do, but that is reserved for your dayspring. Get your precedence straight."
"I am so sorry,"she repeated."You can't tell Aunt Lisa about this."
"Oh ?"he murmured, raising an elegant black eyebrow.
“"I meant delight don't tell Aunt Lisa about this. It would strain her out, not safe for the baby."
"What I choose to tell or not to recount your aunt is my business. As far as I'm concerned, you had a choice to draw between your job and your schooltime work."
They sat in a tense silence for a spell. Why did God insist on blessing an sheer boar like Alexander Colonomos with such good looks ? Telling him just what she thought of him was on the very tip of her lingua, but she bit it as hard as she could, something she was never very expert at.
"nada to say ?"he taunted.
What the fuck was he ? A mind reader ?
"Well, Sir, quite honestly, I don't know what to narrate you. I've told you why I did what I did, and there's aught else I can say now is there ?"
"Get back to work,"he told her after another tense moment of secrecy.
What ? No yelling ? No salary cut ? No overtime to compensate ? That wasn't the Alexander she knew. She knew how lucky she was to break loose unhurt and wouldn't tone a natural endowment horse in the mouthpiece. She jumped up as fast as she could without betraying how nervous she was."Thank you, Sir."She shot him another one of her winning smiles and got the Scheol out of there.

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black lovage groaned as he watched Miranda's plump ass joggle as she rushed out of his office. She was of African lineage, on the short side, at five groundwork one inch, especially compared to his own six feet five in. He recalled the dimple that popped out of her provide cheek every time she smiled at him. The persona of her back talk wrapped around his tool shot into his judgement unconsciously, as it always did. If he'd had any thought Lisa's niece was this beautiful and delectable, he never would have brought her onboard his staff.
Not a day went by without him imagining himself thrusting away to ecstasy between her luscious thighs. He had made the mistake of calling more than a few womanhood by her gens while in the act. sufficiency was enough ! He was a turn man and, despite their age remainder, she was a originate char, old enough to make her own selection in a bed cooperator. He would fix his interest clear before the day was over, he decided.
The next three minute dragged by slowly. He gave up on trying to concentrate on anything beyond Miranda's beautiful dark-brown eyes, pouty brim, short stature and curvy body after the first two. He stood at the floor to ceiling windowpane and watched as 100 of people slowly vacated the building. He knew Miranda would come say her bye-bye as she always did before she left for the Nox. The light knock came shortly after, as expected.
"semen in,"he said.
His beauty opened the door and leaned in, and the batch of her in the soaked articulatio genus length doll had his body hardening instantly.
"Just came to say goodnight, boss,"she said with a warm smile. It's what she said every evening. Not rehearsed, just modus operandi.
"Before you go,"he said as he walked over to his desk and settled down in his chair."There's something I need you to do for me."
She stepped into the room fully and closed the door behind her."What is it, Mr. Colonomos ?"she asked curiously. He'd never done that before.
Alexander the Great waved her closer. When she stood beside him at his desk, he abruptly pulled her into his lap. Miranda felt the intimation leave her body as she realised she was in a blatantly cozy perspective."I want you to call me Alexander,"he whispered hoarsely in her ear.
Just then, Miranda felt the hard, large member pressed up intimately against her. She moaned as she felt herself begin to moisten.
"Mi-mi ..."she ran her tongue against her suddenly dry lips."Mr. Colonomos ... we really shouldn't be-"
"black lovage,"he growled against her ear. He rubbed his crotch against her and took her earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it tenderly.
"Alexander !"she moaned as he slipped his deal under her blouse and bra, cupping her breast, pinching the nipple lightly. He brought the aroused tip to an even harder point. Lost in the throe of pleasure, Miranda almost forgot what she had been about to say."We can't do this,"she moaned again.
"Why not ?"he inquired as he brought his nose to the point where her shoulder met with her neck and inhaled her scent.
She was panting hard now."You're my boss. You're way older than me. It's just not right."
Smyrnium olusatrum stopped what he was doing for a minute to look at her. blue angel oculus clashed with chocolate-brown."Says who ? I want you ; you want me, that's all that matters. Unless you don't want me, that is."
"I do !"she sobbed as the pleasure of his fingers around her nipple became vivid."I have for months."
His lips curved with masculine pride against her neck. He planted Light kisses around the column of her throat."So what's wrong ?"
"I-I don't know ! I guess I need time to do to terms with this completely thing. I had no melodic theme you- I just need time."
Alexander sighed regretfully as he allowed her to sit upright piano in his lap to straighten her clothes, all the while watching her through hooded gentle eyes. When she made to move off his lap, he wrapped his hands around her waist, stopping her.
"I'm obsessed with you,"he said in his deep voice."With your flawless cutis, your big brown eyes. God ! I can't get decent of your remarkable beauty."
He brought his lips to hers in a upsurge, kissing her like a drowning man taking a breath of air. The moment their clapper touched he knew he had to have her ; he wouldn't rest until he did. He broke the kiss reluctantly, brushing a stray hair away from her face, behind her ear. Her lips appeared swollen from the osculation and he felt a surge of atonement.
He gave her one net mint at the corner of her mouthpiece."Goodnight,"he whispered.
She stood up and made her way to the threshold on wobbly knee."Before you go,"he chimed when she settled her manus on the doorknob."Do not recall to keep me waiting for too long. Hell hath no fury like a man obsessed."

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