“God Damn It Roger! You can’t keep doing this shit, I’m calling my attorney,” Becca practically screamed into her cell phone as I sat on the couch in her office.

Becca is the CIO at our company, and we have been working together for five years now. You could say I’m her right-hand man and also her best friend. The asshole on the other end of the phone is her ex-husband Roger, who from the conversation I am overhearing has just told her that he’s canceling taking the kids next week for spring break.

Becca and I met on the job five years ago when I started here. She was just a senior manager then, and I came in as a second senior manager. Things were a bit of a mess here, as the previous CIO had just left and taken two other managers and a bunch of staff with him. Turned out it was probably a great thing for the company because the projects they were responsible for were all disasters, except for the one led by Becca.

We ended up putting in a lot of late nights those first few months and quickly became friends. As we worked through the problems, shared Uber deliveries, and worked to find and hire a completely new team.

Three years ago now her now ex-husband a true piece of work got caught in their bed with a barely legal woman. The divorce was nasty and it took a toll on her. It didn’t help that he fought so hard to keep the kids half the time just to reduce his child support, and then proceeded to constantly cancel his time to keep them.

Two years ago when the company finally decided to hire a new CIO, we were both in the running. I made a decision to remove myself from the running and let her take the position. I can’t say it was entirely altruistic. I didn’t want the position. More work, more stress, sure more pay too, but money isn’t everything. But Becca? She took the reigns and took control like the natural-born warrior she is.

So while she is now technically my boss, we’ve still maintained our friendship.

Tonight we had been finishing up our last-minute responsibilities before we both headed off to a week-long conference on advanced AI agents in the workplace. It’s a Friday night and we were flying out in the morning to get to Vegas in time for some of the pre-conference events on Sunday.

Roger is supposed to be taking the kids for the week as it’s spring break and he had promised to take them down to South Padre Island for the week.

“Well fuck you Roger, I hope a shark bites your dick off,” she said as she tapped the screen to end the call and practically threw her phone onto her desk.

I let out a laugh at that last statement which promptly earned me a death stare. “What did he do this time?” I asked, already knowing the gist of it.

“He’s decided to take his latest plaything to Cabo this week and so now he can’t watch the kids. I’ve already given Isabella the week off to spend with her own kids, so now what am I going to do? There is no way I can find a new sitter this late on a Friday, especially not one I can trust them with for a week,” she said as her head hung low in frustration.

She stood at her desk for a few more moments, then came over and plopped hard onto the opposite end of the couch.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I knew it wasn’t that Becca would have to spend the week with her kids. She adored them beyond belief. It was that she had been looking forward to this conference and she was leading one of the breakout sessions. Becca would take a cancellation this late as breaking her word, which was something she never did.

In five years I had never seen her cry, but sitting here looking at her, I could tell she was about to. I scooted over next to her on the couch and on instinct put my arm around her shoulders and gave her a little squeeze. “It’s going to be ok, we will figure something out, let’s just think for a moment,” I said.

She nodded and then patted my leg. “Yeah, it will be fine. I’m sure I won’t be the first speaker to cancel, maybe I can do it remotely,” she said.

I took my arm back and played with my phone for a moment. Then an idea came to me. I pulled up my contacts and made a call.

“Hey Grace, how’s it going? … That’s great, hey you are back in town for spring break this week right?” I asked into the phone. “Do you have any plans this week? … Would you be interested in babysitting my boss's kids for the week? … Ok, let me put you on speaker,” I said as I lowered the phone and turned on the speaker.

“Becca this is Grace of my cousin, she’s in her third year of getting her bachelor's in child development. She lives here in town and is on spring break this week, she says she would be happy to watch the kids for you…” I said and then we all talked for a few minutes.

I hung up the phone when arrangements had been made. Becca and Grace had both heard about each other several times through me, but not previously met. So it wasn’t as hard a sell to Becca as it might have been for someone else. She was pretty protective of her kids after all.

“You are a lifesaver Matt!” she exclaimed as she leaned over a placed a kiss on my lips.

My brain instantly froze and then just as quickly went into hyperdrive. Becca and I weren’t completely devoid of physical contact. Shoulder bumps, hugs, little things that are acceptable between good friends. Kissing was not something we had ever done. Oh sure, I’m a guy, I can’t say I haven’t ever thought about it. She is after all a beautiful single woman, and I am a single man. But she’s also my best friend and I’ve never considered her more than that. She’s never shown any interest in more than that either. But in this moment, for whatever reason, my brain overrode common sense and in the few milliseconds of her lips touching mine, it decided to kiss her back.

My lips parted and caught her lower lip between them, a gentle suck, a caress of my tongue. Sparks flew in my brain… Just as quickly her hands pressed against my chest and she pulled away hard.

“What the hell Matt!” she exclaimed a look of shock on her face as she looked up at me.

“I….” Oh god, what had I done! My brain completely locked up as I stared into her eyes and watched her face as she clearly went through a cascade of thoughts of her own.

I never finished my sentence as just as quickly as she had pushed me away her hands grasped the sides of my head and pulled our lips back together.

We kissed with such passion, such hunger. Years of repressed feelings, feelings I knew I was denying, and I am sure she was too, rushed forward. She held my face as our tongues began to dance. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her over so she was straddling my lap.

She tasted of strawberry, why I can’t say, but she did, maybe it was whatever she had been drinking a little while ago at her desk. But she tasted great as we explored each other's mouths.

My hands caressed her back, and one of her hands fell to my stomach and began pulling my polo from my waistline. Then I felt fire as her hand found the bare skin of my stomach and then pushed under my shirt to my chest.

I let go of her and lifted my shirt off tossing it to the side. She in turn unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop off her shoulders before returning to my lips. My hands returned to caressing her now bare back and hers found the tufts of hair on my pecks.

We kissed with such passion, such desire, I could feel my rock-hard cock pressing against the front of my trousers, right into her thigh. She must have felt it too, because soon one of her hands slid down my belly and stroked me through my pants. My breath caught and our lips parted.

She stared into my eyes for a moment. I could see the want, the desire, the lust in them. I am sure she saw the same in mine.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Matt, can I have you tonight? Will you take me?” she whispered.

She has wanted me for so long? Was I blind? Had she been trying to tell me that before? It mattered not in this moment.

“You can have me tonight, and every night here after Becca, there is no one I have ever wanted more than you,” I whispered back.

She kissed me briefly and then stood up off my lap. Her blouse fell to the floor leaving only the white lace-trimmed bra covering her breasts as she reached behind her to unzip her skirt. My jaw hit the floor as she shimmied out of it revealing a black thong and the tops of her thigh-high stocking.

She looked at me in anticipation for a moment while I absorbed every inch of her.

“My God Becca, you are beautiful,” I said, and damn did I mean it. I mean I have always known she was beautiful. But there is a difference when you just know someone is beautiful and when you see them like this, with so much want and desire between you.

She looked down at my pants and nodded towards them, which was just enough clue for my brain to get a clue.

I reached down undoing my belt and pant button, then slid them off. As I did so she climbed back on top of me, sitting firmly in my lap, I could feel the warmth of her pressed against my shaft. My boxers and her thong did little to conceal the desire we both shared.

She began to kiss me again as her arms wrapped around my neck. I placed one hand on her backside and held her, while the other caressed up her side to her breast. As I squeezed it gently she in turn gently bit my lip and moaned.

She began to rock her body slowly against mine. Rubbing herself up and down my shaft. Our kisses grew deeper, and we both moaned into each other’s mouths.

I could feel the moisture of her anticipation damping the cloth between us as our bodies grew warmer and her motions increased in pace. My hand left her backside and found the clasp of her bra. I released the clasp and then my other hand slid beneath the fabric and found the soft mound and pert nipple it had been hiding. I pinched it between index and middle finger ever so gently and her head fell backward as a loud moan emitted from her beautiful mouth.

She reached a hand down and fished for the opening to my boxers pulling my manhood free from its confines. She stared into my eyes as she lifted up on her knees. Her other hand pulled her panties to the side and she guided me to her warm moist opening. Her eyes closed as she slowly sat down taking me inside of her. Mine closed as well as I absorbed the sheer ecstasy and pleasure I felt as I slid into her warm glove.

She leaned forward, wrapping both arms around my neck, and held me tight. My arms moved to her back and I held her in return. Her breath caressed my ear as she rested her head. We didn’t move, just relishing this moment, this feeling.

Then ever so slowly she began to gyrate her hips back and forth, bringing just a hint of motion to our bodies. She was taking me slowly, and softly, relishing the moment and the feeling.

I’m thirty-six, and she is not the first woman I have been with, but I can say with all honesty, that this was bar none the most sensual and yet lustful moment I had ever experienced. I wanted to take her with everything I had yet I wanted this moment of gentle unadulterated love to never end. While I hoped beyond all hope that this was a forever thing, I knew we would never get this first moment back.

I squeezed her a little tighter and turned my head just a bit to take her ear lobe into my lips. As I did so she pressed herself down onto me just a little more firmly and gave another moan.

Slowly her pace increased, and she sat up a little more, adding a little up-and-down motion to her back and forth, as her body stroked my cock, and I felt every inch of her as she slid up and down. “Oh God Becca, you feel so good,” I whispered to her.

Her breasts were rubbing the side of my face, and I turned just enough to take her right nipple between my lips. Sucking it gently as a swirled my tongue around it. Her hand in turn grabbed the hair at the back of my head as she pressed her breast tightly against my mouth.

I used one hand to help hold her against me, the other massaged the other breast. Her pace began to quicken, and I could tell she was nearing an orgasm.

My tongue flicked against her nipple a little harder, and I pinched her other nipple between my fingers. She slammed herself down onto me, pushing me deep inside her, and her body began to shake. Her hand squeezed my hair harder as she lifted up just a bit and slammed back down onto me.

“Oh Fuck!!!!!!!” she screamed as I felt a river of warmth flow down my shaft and balls, her body contracting hard on me. Her body tensed hard and then she collapsed onto me panting.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her for several moments. It took a little while for her to regain her composure, then she started to move again.

I gripped her firmly with one arm, and with the other lifted us both from the couch. I turned to set her down on the couch, but she stopped me.

“Wait, not on the couch, we can’t stain it, take me to my desk,” she said as she held onto me.

I did as she instructed carrying her toward the desk and then using one arm to clear a spot for her ass as my other held her up firmly. As I set her down I slid out of her, my still rock-hard shaft not ready to leave its wet embrace. She looked at me quizzically but then smiled as I leaned down and began to kiss her thighs.

I reached up and gently pulled her panties down revealing her beautiful mound. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of brown hair pointing directly at the treat that I so desired to taste. Her smooth slit glistened with sweet nectar and my tongue was all too happy to lick it clean.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs as I slowly began to kiss her thighs and the creases of her legs. She found my hair with one hand and the other found her breast.

“Oh yes Matt, taste me, taste my desire for you,” she called out.

“With pleasure my love, with pleasure,” I returned.

She squeezed my hair and pulled my head from her thigh to her mound.

I took the clue and allowed my tongue to caress it, first the left side, then the right. Slowly I licked the sweetness from each side, my breath caressing her slit.

“This is what you want? You want my tongue to taste you?” I asked in a playful tone.

“Yes, stop teasing me, let me feel your tongue inside me,” she begged.

I obeyed and pressed my tongue gently inside her, starting at the bottom, pressing it slightly into her opening, and then licking slowly up to her clit. As my tongue crossed over her clit she moaned and raised her backside off the desk just a bit.

I stopped to suck her clit gently, then proceeded the lick each side of her slit slowly before pressing my tongue back into her.

I continued to explore her with my tongue. Pressing deep inside her opening, then licking up toward her clit. Swirling it with my tongue and giving it gentle kisses.

I could sense her desperation for release building, her desire was dripping freely for my tongue to relish. I began to focus just on her clit, flicking my tongue across it gently but quickly. Her thighs gripped the side of my head, and I used my arms to pull her tightly against my face.

Her crescendo built quickly and both her hands squeezed my hair. “Oh fuck yes, just like that!” she screamed out as wave after wave of ecstasy took over her body. Her release flowed down my chin as I slowly my tongue and began to just suck gently.

She finally released me and I took a moment to lick her clean, relishing the taste of her sweet nectar.

“Come here and finish what you started, give me your cock, fuck me like you mean it,” she called out to me.

I stood and smiled at her, my chin still glistening with her juices. Then I stepped forward and guided my cock towards her opening. She smiled at me and gave me a come here gesture.

I watched her face as I pressed into her. Her eyes closed and her shoulders lifted arching her head back. She gave out a moan as I sunk deep inside her.

My hands rested on top of her thighs as she lifted her legs, knees pointing straight up to give me better access. Slowly I began to slide in and out of her, as she moaned with every stroke.

“Harder Matt, fuck me like you may never get to fuck me again!” she demanded quickly, and I obliged.

As I fucked her harder and harder she moaned louder and louder. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me into her with each thrust. My hands found her breasts, and I used them to help pull myself even harder into her.

“Just like that, don’t stop!!!!” she cried out.

I knew I wouldn’t last long at this pace, but I also didn’t want to disappoint her, I could tell she was close again.

Thrust after thrust I slammed into her, I was thrusting so hard the desk was moving, and then she reached up and wrapped her arms around me. Her nails dug into my back as her body contracted hard on my cock.

“Cum with me Matt, cum inside me, fill me…” she cried out as her body convulsed. That statement was enough to send me over the edge I was already falling over and my cock throbbed inside her as I released my own desire into her. I collapsed onto her and we both collapsed onto the desk as our bodies revied in the pleasure of our mutual release.

“Thank you, Matt, I needed that so badly,” she whispered into my ear as I lay on top of her, propped up on my elbows.

I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. They were filled with happiness. I used one hand to stroke her cheek.

“Becca, you can tell me to forget this ever happened, and I will. Tomorrow will be just another day. But you need to know first. I love you, I think I always have, I just never let myself believe it. But I know, deep down, that I have loved you since I met you,” I said as I continued to stare straight into her eyes.

She looked at me for a very long moment, not saying anything. Then she pulled her arms up and took my face into her hands. She pulled me down to kiss me, softly, gently, then lifted my head back up.

“I love you too Matt, and this better not be a one-night stand, because I intend to keep you as mine,” she said.

Just then her phone rang and I looked over and saw it was Isabella her nanny.

“It’s Isabella, you might need to take that,” I said.

Panic took over her face as she pushed me off.

“Hello? Yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize what time it was. I am leaving the office now,” she said and hung up.

“I’m sorry Matt, I have to go, can you pick me up for the airport in the morning?” she asked.

“Of course, go, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said.

She dressed in a hurry and left with a peck on my lips.

I stayed a few moments longer and grabbed a couple of paper towels from the bathroom to clean our mess off her desk.

The following week was one hell of a business trip. Oh, we went to the conference and learned a lot. Her break-out session was a hit as I knew it would be. But the real fun was the fact that we fucked like horny teenagers all week.

It’s been six months now, and we have been the perfect example of boss and employee at work. Nobody could possibly guess that we were madly in love with each other.

Roger has just lost his custody rights after all. He hadn’t bothered to take the kids in almost three months. Which has made Becca even happier. But I am pretty sure I’m about to make her the happiest woman in the world when I propose to her this weekend while we get away for a little us time.

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