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“Okay.” Aisha found herself quivering in excitement over what was to come next.

“Okay. Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Deep breath.” Aisha inhaled deeply and could hear Greg doing the same. “One. Two. Three. Blow.”

Aisha exhaled, and as she did, Greg slipped his finger into her. She winced at the sharp pain, but moments later, a shock of pleasure formed in the small of her back and radiated down into her pussy. Greg slowly moved his finger in and out. “How does that feel?”

She gasped, barely able to speak. She grunted out one word, “Good,” and pressed her face into the pillow, lifting her ass higher in the air. As he explored her tight opening, he took his other hand and spanked her elevated cheek softly. The two very different sensations made Aisha’s toes curl. She propped herself up on her hands and thrust her ass back into Greg. “Harder.” She hissed through her teeth, “Spank me harder.”

Greg obliged, and the sound of the next spank filled the room with a loud pop. Aisha could feel the sweat dripping off her as she rocked her hips. Greg’s palm beat out a rhythm that awakened all her senses, and his probing of a newly explored place almost rendered her speechless. Although her entire body trembled with pleasure, she needed Greg to do one more thing. Her pussy was dripping wet and begged for attention.

“Fuck me now.” Her voice was low, guttural, gravelly.

“What?”

Aisha struggled to speak. “Put your dick inside of my pussy now.” She hoped she made her instructions clear because she doubted her ability to continue to form coherent sentences.

“Okay, one second.” Greg broke contact with her. She could hear him fumbling with the condom, and the tingles at the base of her spine began to fade away. Just when Aisha felt her frustration rise, Greg returned. He reinserted his finger without a warning, and she yelped. “Sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” The erotic warmth massaged her lower back again. “But I won’t be if you don’t fuck me.”

Aisha barely finished her sentence before Greg entered her. She moaned, sitting back forcefully on his cock. He thrust forward to meet her, inserting his finger deeper. Aisha gave herself over to the sensations as Greg continued his rhythm, and after a few minutes, she turned back to look at him. Greg’s brow furrowed in concentration, his eyes focused on her ass. Aisha titled her hips slightly, allowing for deeper penetration, and Greg’s gaze flew up to meet hers. She licked her lips slowly, and the look that flashed across his face motivated her to shift her hips even more, hoping to give Greg as much pleasure as she was feeling.

Aisha smiled when his eyes rolled back into his head. “How does that feel?”

“Good.” The sound seemed to come from the back of his throat. She threw her hips back again and again, and each time Greg was there to meet her with his hard cock. His rhythm sped up, and her eyes snapped shut as a noise escaped from her. It was thick, low and covered with lust—an expression of the two different, intense and completely complementary feelings that raced through her body.

She could feel her orgasm approaching like an ongoing train. It screeched up her back, through her neck, and into her head while simultaneously exploding between her legs, and up and around her stomach, before flooding down into her toes. She lost the ability to speak, to utter any noise at all. Instead, she simply gasped for air, her chest heaving in and out, her fists curled into tight balls. She collapsed face down onto the bed. Greg removed his finger, grasped her waist, and thrust a few more times before grunting with an orgasm of his own. His body convulsed before collapsing on top of her, wet and sleek with sweat.

Aisha couldn’t move. She couldn’t even open her eyes, and she could barely breathe. Every once in a while, her body would involuntarily twitch as the aftershocks worked their way out. Greg stayed still as well, his arm weighing heavily across her. The sweat on her brow trickled and rolled down her face, trying to collect itself in the corner of her eye. With much effort, she raised a hand and wiped it away.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Greg mumbled into the damp sheets.

“What? You didn’t hurt me.”

“Okay, good.” He remained motionless. “It’s just that you cried out when I put my finger back there.”

“Oh, you just surprised me, that’s all.” Her arm was falling asleep, so she rolled over onto her back. Greg readjusted himself as well.

“Was it good?”

Aisha shot him a glance. His eyes were still closed. “Baby, I can’t even begin to tell you…” her voice trailed off. Words were inadequate to describe what she had experienced.

“Good because that’s number one.”

Aisha turned to him. He had opened one eye and was peering at her. After a moment they both laughed.

“You’re crazy!” Aisha ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to unstick some of the strands from her forehead. “That was number one, number two, number three, number four, number infinity!”
 

“Whew, I’m glad.” He tried to wipe the sweat off of his face with his forearm, but his body was covered in it as well. “Because I’m going to have to take a little break before we go again.”

Aisha could feel her limbs beginning to come under her control again. “Damn, that was good.” The sheets were soaked. “It looks like you’re going to have to do laundry.”

Greg chuckled weakly. “That’s quite all right. I don’t mind.” The two of them fell silent as they recovered.

“Thank you.”

Greg inhaled deeply and exhaled loudly. “For what?”

“For what? For that! For that amazing, amazing technique of yours.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“So what about you?” Aisha snuggled her wet body against his. “I’ve been trying to give as much as I’ve been receiving over these past few weeks, but I don’t really know if it’s been as good for you as it has been for me. What do you like to do in bed? What can I do for you?”

Greg stroked her hair. “Everything you’ve done has been great. You’re so sexy.”

“Yeah, but there’s got to be something you really like that we haven’t done yet.”

He paused. “Well…”

“Tell me.”

“This is probably going to sound stupid but…”

“But what?”

Greg paused again. “Well, I would like to be surprised.”

“Surprised? What do you mean?”

He glanced at her and then looked away. “I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. It’s just that—and I don’t want you to feel weird about what I’m about to say—” Aisha shook her head in response. “Okay.” He exhaled. “It’s just that it’s my job to please women, to do things that make them happy. It’s all about them. In my private life, every once in a while, I’d like for a woman to take control and do something…surprising.” He glanced at her again. “I’m sorry, this doesn’t make much sense and kind of makes me sound like an asshole, doesn’t it?”

“No. It doesn’t. I get it.” She snuggled in closer.

“Really?” He took her hand and played with her fingers.
 

“Yeah.” She yawned as sleep began to overtake her. “Just be careful because you might get what you wish for.”

Chapter Ten

“Hey.” Greg peeked around the door to Aisha’s office.

“Hey.” She got up from her desk and gave Greg quick a hug. “I didn’t know you were coming by.”

“Well, I was downtown already, and I know you had your big final interview, so I thought I’d surprise you and see how things went.”

“I think it went great. I’ll find out if I got the job in a couple of days.” Her desk phone rang. “Excuse me for one second.” Glancing at the caller ID, Aisha sat down, slipped on her headset and answered the phone. “Aisha Anderson.”

“Aisha. This is Bill Weinstein.”

“Bill. How are you doing today?”

“Fine. Fine.” He sounded much calmer than he did the last time they spoke. “Listen, I want to add on two fifteen-second TV spots to my package.”

Aisha tried to contain her enthusiasm. “That’s great. You’re making a wise choice.” She looked up and caught Greg’s eye as he walked around her office. He winked and then continued studying the awards propped up in her bookcase. She forced her attention back to her headset. “Would you like them both to run in the evening slots?”

“No. I want to target the AM and the PM audience, so I want to spread them out.” He paused. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“I think that’s an excellent idea. You’ll be targeting the widest audience possible that way. People who are off work, stay-at-home parents and caregivers, third-shift workers as well as the nine-to-five crowd will all be exposed to your company. With your TV and radio spots, print ads as well as the updated website, you’re really poised to take this market by storm.”

 
“Yes, that’s what I was thinking. And give Welden and Sons a run for their money.”

“Absolutely.” Aisha turned to her computer and opened up a few spreadsheets. “I’m going to recalculate your package based on this conversation and send you the file when I’m done. You look it over, sign the revised contract and either email or fax it back to me. After I receive the document, I’ll give you a call, and we’ll move on to the next step. How does that sound?”

“That sounds great. Thanks, Aisha. I look forward to seeing those new numbers.”

“Take care. I’ll be in touch.” Aisha hung up the phone and removed her headset.

“So…success?” Greg leaned casually against the bookcase.

“Yes.” Relief washed over her. “A big success. Adding those TV spots really rounds out his package.”

“Which is good for you.”

“Which is very good for me.”

“Now I see why you have this.” Greg gestured toward her Employee of the Year award.

Aisha stood up and walked over to him. The etched glass trophy was slightly dusty. She picked it up and brushed her hand along the top of the frosted edge. “Yes, this was from last year. I somehow managed to pull in some big clients, kept others from leaving for other agencies, and convinced a few to upgrade their existing packages.”

“Like you did right now.”

Aisha returned the trophy to the shelf. “Like I did right now.” Greg said nothing. “What is it?”

“Nothing. You’re just…” He touched her arm. Aisha could feel the goose bumps forming and for a moment wished she had the time to take an extended lunch break. Instead of finishing his sentence, Greg smiled. “And these certificates? You have a lot of them.”

Aisha tore her gaze from him and glanced at the wall. “If you don’t get the big award, they give you those.”

“How long have you been working here?”

“Seven years.”

“Seven years? Then it’s definitely time for them to give you that promotion.”

“Well, you’ll get no argument from me.”

Greg leaned down and gave her a quick kiss before moving away. “That’s a great paperweight.” He picked up the slightly misshapen colorful ball that sat on her desk.

Aisha pressed her lips together, relishing the brief taste of him. “It’s pretty cool, isn’t it? My nephew made it for me.”

“How old is he?”

“Ten going on twenty-one. I keep telling my sister if she doesn’t watch it, he’s going to take over. He’s already too smart for his own good and tries to run things.”

“Yeah, boys will do that.”

Tanya’s question flashed through her mind. “Hey, do you have any children?”

Greg put the paperweight back down. “No, I don’t. I would like to have some one day, though.”

She tried to hide her relief. “After you open that restaurant and have the entire city of Chicago talking about your cooking?”

“Absolutely.”

Greg stepped closer to her, and the look in his eyes made her wish, yet again, for a long lunch break. Better yet, an early quitting time. Glancing over Greg’s shoulder, she could see Phil walking by. He stared at her then at Greg before slowly continuing down the hallway. “You know,”—she looked back at Greg’s eager face—“let’s get out of here and grab a cup of coffee for a few minutes.”

“That would be great.”

They walked around the corner to the coffee shop, ordered their drinks and sat down at a table. Aisha took a sip from her paper cup. “So, what have you been up to today?”

“I had to go into the main office and talk to my boss about a few things.”

“Hey, where is the office anyway? There isn’t an address on the card.”

“That’s deliberate, and all I can say is that it’s downtown.”

“Hmm.” Aisha made a face. “So it’s a secret.”

“Yes, it’s a secret for obvious r—”

“Greg?” A blonde woman who was passing by stopped abruptly at their table.

“Heather! Hey.” Greg stood up and gave her a quick hug before sitting back down again. “How is everything? How are Tina and Kristin?”

“They’re great. Actually,”—she glanced at Aisha—“we’re getting ready to head back out to the casino again.” She paused. “And we’d love for you to join us.”

Greg cleared his throat. “Okay. Well, you know how to get a hold of me.”

Heather smiled. “Yes. I do.” She looked back at Aisha one last time before heading over to another table.