Cake Love: All Things Payne(103)

"I haven't been able to get you out of my head for the past month. I dream about how you look when you come. I need this, Morgana. God I need you."

It's all I need to hear and my muscles contract as my climax consumes me. All goes dark and I hurtle upward as I feel my voice release a noise, though I have no idea how loud or what sound I have made. Everything is a blur.

As I open my eyes again I see Mr. Payne gritting his teeth and his cock is shiny and red. I make the decision it's angry. Mad that it isn't inside me.

"Fuck me, Henrik. Please f*ck me."

He lowers his pants and underwear and out of nowhere comes a condom wrapper that he rips open. Where did that come from?

"Did you think you would get lucky today?" I ask wanting to know why he has a condom on him in the middle of the day to come to a meeting.

He laughs and shakes his head as he rolls it onto his dick.

"No. But after last time in case I ever ran into you I never wanted to be unprepared again."

Henrik grabs my hips pulling me closer to the edge as he rubs the tip to my entrance. His eyes flicker up to mine and a smirk appears just as he impales me. My head falls back as the sharp jolt of heat rips me in half.

"Oh God, Morgana. You are so ... uh ... this is better than I could have imagined. Fuck!"

His thrusts start off slow to allow me to adjust to his size but soon pick up as he exhales a grunt. I lift my head to see him watching me but especially my mouth.

I bring my hand around his neck and pull him to me. My lips crash onto his and his tongue comes looking for mine. The kiss is deep and aggressive but I feel reluctance from him, as if he is holding something back. Never thought a kiss could communicate that but then I haven't really been with a lot of winners in my time. "Told you." My Mouth decides right now to gloat. "Uh, Mouth, I am being f*cked on a conference table right now, could you come back later to make your point?" Mouth nods and then stares dreamily at Mr. Payne.

Henrik lowers me back until I am lying on the table before breaking our kiss to stand. His thumb seeks my clit while his other hand reaches from my breast.

"You are so beautiful, Morgana. I need you to come for me. I can't last much longer."

He didn't even really need to say anything because a few flicks of his thumb and I break. I tighten around him. As my head shakes from the intensity, I hear him cry out my name as his thrusts slow and finally still.

Henrik collapses on my stomach and we both stay silent for a minute with only the sounds of our breaths filling the room. As he stands he reaches out a hand to help me down. I look up at him and wonder if he wants the same as me now, or if this was just to get me out of his system?

There is an awkward moment and he finally breaks it by walking to the door and opening it.

"Thank you, Ms. Drake. Good luck with your new job."

He doesn't even face me as he says the words, just turns his head slightly with his back to me, like we just finished a discussion about the airspeed velocity of a swallow. And with that, he slips past the door frame and out of my life, again. I sit in one of the chairs shocked by how nonchalantly he can walk away. I think he just answered the question I had in my head a moment ago.

Hearing some voices in the hall I stand and try to fix my hair as I see Mr. Mitchell walk into the room.

"There you are. I have been waiting for a while. I guess Mr. Payne needed ..." His eyes stare at something on the table and I turn to see what it is. A condom wrapper. Fuck!





Chapter 28 - THE Birthday ...

I have been jobless for a week and a half. Oh, you didn't think Mr. Mitchell would keep an assistant who has sex with her former boss on the office conference table did you? Let's be realistic here, Mr. Mitchell in all his can't-handle-women-with-long-hair and can't-look-people-in-the-eye crazy thought I am the mess. Which, if I am going to be honest, I am a big sloppy mess. I don't think hogs on a farm will come near me with my life being what it is. Oh, that and the fact I haven't showered in five days and am subsisting on Slim Jims, oranges (got to have vitamin c – scurvy you know), and chocolate chips ... cake is too expensive for a jobless woman.

Aria is holding her nose as she comes toward the couch or as I like to call it now "Survival Island." If there is a massive flood that overtakes Chicago and the water makes it up the three flights of stairs to our floor, I will have everything I need in life on this couch: my comforter, napkins, remote (hoping the television floats), assorted snacks (see above paragraph), large bottle of water and my red hoodie in case I get cold.

"Morgana, I will pay you a million dollars if you leave that couch and take a shower, please!"

"You don't have a million dollars, Aria." I tell her in between chews of jerky.

"Back when we were in college we went to parties in frat houses that smelled better than you. Besides we are going out tonight."

I reluctantly set down the yellow and red wrapped meat-like product and glare at her.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm trying to catch up on Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead. I don't have time to go out."

She rolls her eyes and groans while taking a seat on the couch as far away from my odor zone as possible.

"I can't believe it has come to this, Morgana. But need I remind you it's your birthday. Happy thirtieth, dear."

She starts to lean in for a hug but thinks the better of it and sits back. I reach for my cell phone on the coffee table and bring up the calendar. Oh God it's March third and I totally forgot.