Cake Love: All Things Payne(31)

"So it's been eating away at me since we got back," she speaks, rousing me from my fantasies. The ones where she is bent over my desk or underneath my desk with my cock in her mouth or her tits pressed against the glass while I f*ck her from behind. You know, the typical fantasy.

"Huh?" I question because I really haven't been listening to her. I know that is terrible of me but to be honest that has been true for most of our business relationship. It’s not that I never hear her or her ideas; it’s that she distracts me sometimes with her body. I am thankful in a way that I have a reputation for being demanding and a jerk, so when I happen to not hear her because my mind keeps focusing on her thighs I can play it off as just being an *.

She is frowning at me. I think she has caught on to my lustful distractions.

"I said the distribution problem in Europe has been bothering me since we got back."

"Oh yeah. It doesn't make sense. There has got to be something we can do. But don't worry, I am sure the Mimir brothers or myself will think of something. Maybe even that douche Mr. Marson might figure something..."

She cuts me off. “You didn’t let me finish Henrik. An idea came to me yesterday while I was watching a movie and eating my dinner cake.”

She has different types of cake. Much like different meals of the day, she has different cakes of the day—breakfast cake, snack cake, and dinner cake. When I asked her about lunch cake she scrunched her face and shook her head, "Don't be ridiculous Henrik. Lunch cake? That's too much."

"Okay, what was it?"

"It was a raspberry cheesecake. Oh, you mean the idea?"

I shake my head and laugh. “No, the movie. What was the movie?”

Her head tilts to the side as her lips flatten. “Don’t be silly. This is a serious matter.”

My hands fly in the air. “Yes, it is a serious matter. Knowing what movie you were watching while coming up with your idea to help save the company explains a lot.”

She is giggling now and shaking her head. Morgana adjusts her glasses as they have slid down her nose and I can feel my cock twitch.

"Okay, if you must know it was Airplane."

"That's good; I also would have taken Naked Gun for the win."

She brings her hand to her chest making me frown when it covers her cleavage.

"You are silly. No wonder your nickname in college was Goof."

Wait. How would she know that? My frown deepens.

"I never told you that."

Her laughter stops and she looks around nervously.

"Uh, one of your friends told me. I swore I wouldn't say anything; please don't make me say who it was."

What else does she know about me? Hmm, I will have to get to the bottom of this at some point.

"Fine. You are off the hook for now but that's only because I want to hear your idea."

Morgana sighs in relief.

"The idea I had was about local distributors. The laws state we can't build our own facility, so why don't we use the ones already there?"

"Okay, sounds interesting. Like buy an already used warehouse? I think the laws are against that too."

She is shaking her head, tousling around her long hair, which is making it difficult for me to keep my head in the game. "No, we partner with already established smaller distributors throughout Great Britain and Europe. They house and ship out our products thereby boosting their profit and we have distribution overseas. It's a win for everyone."

I consider the idea for a moment and realize she's done it. Her idea might actually work.

"That's great Morgana! We can take it to Jacob and see what he thinks, but I have a feeling he will love it. If this works I think you can enter the Executive Development Program immediately. If you still want that?"

She jumps off her seat and starts to bounce up and down. I laugh at her giddiness and am partially distracted by her undulating chest.

I stand and hold out my arms.

"Come here Sweetcakes."

She walks over and throws her arms around me. I lean in and let my lips brush hers. Her mouth opens and I take advantage. Kissing her in my office feels right and wrong all at once. The way her body leans on mine as I tighten my hold seems natural, like it has always been this way.

My cock gets the better of me and makes me do things I know we shouldn't, or at least we should wait until after work. My hand drifts down edging the hem of her skirt. With one powerful tug I lift it and squeeze her barely lace covered ass. Slipping my hand further I stretch down to feel the slickness between her thighs. God, she is so wet.

I grab her hips and lift her onto my desk. Taking a few moments to jiggle open the worst drawer on Earth, I snag out a condom. Yes, I decided on Monday to bring a pack of condoms to work, just in case.

Morgana wiggles out of her panties as I lower my black wool pants and boxer briefs to sheathe my cock. I hold out my hand for her undies as she has learned quickly the routine of handing them over. I place them in my black jacket pocket as I remove the suit jacket and lay it on the desk beside her. Morgana leans back on her elbows. Positioning my tip at her entrance I gaze at her spread for me with lust in her eyes, but I thirst for more. My heart races and something in my chest begins to ache.

She is beautiful. Not just physically, but how she fights me and tempts me. Her unusual conversations with herself and undying love of cake make me want to know her even more. There is no other woman more perfect for me than Morgana.