“Why don’t you come into my office,” I said while pouring her a glass of wine.
She sat down across from me as I pulled up the necessary documents. “If it’s easier for you, you can just email them to me.”
“That’s probably a good idea, although I should forewarn you—it’s a lot. I need someone to go back to when Ria joined my business, so I’m afraid I’m asking too much of you.”
She waved her hands in the air at me. “I enjoy this kind of stuff, so I’m actually pretty excited to get started. Anything you want to tell me before I dig in?”
Yes, I want to tell you how sexy you are and that I need to be inside of you sooner rather than later.
“Only that she’s a conniving woman who I never should have gotten involved with.”
“Well, don’t be too hard on yourself. Based on what you’ve told me, it sounds like Ria was the one making all of the passes.”
“That’s true.”
Ginger took a long sip of her wine as a few awkward moments passed. Her eyes slowly moved up and down my body as I leaned back in my chair, and I realized that my erection was reasonably visible. Ginger looked at it, and I quickly sat back up, pulling myself forward so it was hidden under the desk. “I mean, can you blame her?”
I could feel my balls getting more cumbersome the longer she stared at me. “What do you mean?”
She gulped down the rest of her wine and rested the empty glass on my desk. Our eyes locked for a few minutes until I could no longer help myself. I allowed them to go farther south, toward her full, voluptuous breasts whose nipples were hardening underneath her dress. I licked my lips as Ginger slowly slid off one of the straps, allowing it to fall down to her left elbow.
And then she did the same to the right strap.
I remained silent while standing up, made my way over to her, and pressed my lips to hers without hesitation. We passionately kissed as she quickly slid off my polo, then ran her nails all along my chest. I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and then carried her into my bedroom. As she fell on top of my California king-sized fluffy white comforter, she shimmied out of her dress until she was only wearing a black G-string.
Within seconds I was naked, my hot, writhing body on top of hers as we rolled around. My erection pressed against Ginger's lace G-string until neither of us could take the heat. She grabbed my hand and used it to slide off her panties until her swollen pussy pushed up against my cock.
“Are you sure, Ginger?”
She nodded while shoving me onto my back, and then straddled my cock, sliding it all the way inside of her as both of us moaned with pleasure.
Being inside of Ginger was better than I could have ever imagined it’d be, her warm, velvet opening massaging my shaft as we rocked back and forth. She leaned forward, pressing her bosom against my chiseled abs while squeezing my shaft from within. Her skin was silky smooth and felt so soft against my rugged, rough hands.
“Oh, Jorge!”
“Ginger! I have to admit, I’ve been fantasizing about this.”
“Me too.”
Both of us closed our eyes as we made passionate love in my bedroom. Even though I’d developed a secret crush on her and suspected that she felt the same way about me, I still had reservations about having sex. But there we were, both of our bodies becoming one as we released a year’s worth of pent-up, sexual frustration.
Ginger flipped onto her back, allowing me to climb on top and plow deep inside of her. We remained focused on one another as I pumped away, sensing that our orgasms would coincide. We stared deeply into each other’s eyes as it happened, her legs shaking uncontrollably as my seed mixed with hers and became one.
I rolled over onto my back, the two of us panting heavily, gasping for air. The whole ordeal hadn’t lasted more than a few minutes. That didn’t sit well with me. “Ginger, I normally last a lot longer. Did you—”
“Yes, Jorge, that was unbelievable.” She was still struggling to catch her breath.
I wrapped my arms around her, realizing that no matter how hard we tried to fight it, our sexual chemistry was too strong to deny. And as someone who’d never been in a serious relationship before, that scared the shit out of me.
5
Ginger
My stomach growled louder as it got closer to noon. I was tempted to take an early lunch, but my workload was bigger than I’d anticipated. Doing the accounting for Lavender Dreams Spa was more intense than I’d expected, but at least I was in my own office with a breathtaking view of the ocean.
I opened my desk drawer, ransacking it for a protein bar of some kind. But all I could find was a package of crackers from the soup I’d had the other day. I made a mental note to put some snacks in my desk. And while I considered venturing out into the break room, knowing Guadalupe had probably brought in some of her baked goods, I decided against it. If I kept eating everything she baked, I’d go up a size and have to buy a new wardrobe.
That was exactly what I told Guadalupe every time she brought me one of her miniature cakes.
