When Laura got back home, she met her mom at the backdoor with the baby in her arms.
"Hey, Mom."
"Laura!" Harriette said excitedly. She turned to the fussy baby, "See, Eli? I told you Mama would be right back." She quickly handed him to Laura. "I have to run. My lunch break is almost over. I'm going to be late as it is."
She started to slip her work shoes back on. "Mikey's watching a cartoon in the living room. You have fifteen seconds. How did it go?"
"Good," she affirmed, relief washing over her face. "I start tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? You haven't found a sitter you like, yet!"
"Urkorp has a daycare center. It's free, and if Steve suggested it to me, I'm sure it's pretty good."
"I'm sure you're right," Harriette agreed. Standing and grabbing her purse, she kissed her daughter and grandson on their cheeks. "Congratulations. I'll see you tonight."
"Thanks," Laura said halfheartedly as she watched her mom walk out the door. She was relieved to have a way out of this mess, but she'd never felt like such a loser.
Elijah started to cry, and she bounced with him gently. As he settled, she looked at him and smiled. At least, there was one thing in the world she was still good at. She stroked his back and smelled his head.
Steve couldn't focus for the rest of the day. It was a good thing he had cleared his schedule. He tried to work with the interns to reset his plans for the week and make some time to help Laura adjust, but other than that small task, he was completely useless. He did a few little things to make things easier for her. He stopped by the daycare center and pre-registered her kids. He ordered flowers for her first day. He had Jeremy dust off the main desk and make sure the place was spotless for her. He had Kelly pull out some office supplies. He called ahead and ordered a luxurious lunch spread for them tomorrow. Finally, he allowed himself to duck out a couple of hours early when he ran out of ideas that were remotely professional.
He arrived home at about four o'clock and was glad to see the maids had finished for the day. With no workers in the mansion, he allowed himself to sneak up to his bedroom for a little nap. Well, a little relaxation, followed by a nap.
He found his way to the master bedroom and jumped excitedly onto his bed. There was something he had been dying to do all day. He propped himself up on the pillows and lay back. He tossed his new suit jacket on the ground along with his tie. He unbuttoned his shirt, and then, finally, he unbuckled his belt. He slid it out of his belt loops and tossed it to the side. He grabbed his manhood through his pants. "Laura…" he moaned.
Since he had moved to Russia, and had officially given up on his plans to be with Laura, he had decided to allow himself one guilty pleasure. Growing up, he had always tried to avoid fantasizing about her and touching himself. He wasn't always successful, but he had always tried. He had wanted to save that part of himself for only her. When they ended their relationship, he changed his tune. Knowing he had officially given her up, and therefore all women, he allowed himself to have the pleasure of his own touch and his active imagination. It seemed like the least he owed his broken heart. Now, as he considered the possibilities that came with learning she was once again single, he found himself too horny to consider holding off again.
He continued to stroke himself over his pants. He allowed his mind to wander to the fantasy he had denied himself earlier in the day.
"I need your help, Steve. Please. I'll do anything," Laura begged.
"Anything?" he questioned. "Think about what you're saying, my pet."
"I'll do anything. Please, Steve. Anything you want," she promised.
He went back to sit behind his desk, and he curled his fingers toward her. "Come here," he commanded.
She obeyed quickly and stood in front of him.
"On your knees, my pet."
"Yes, Steve," she said as she knelt before him.
He undid his belt and freed his hard cock. "Open your mouth."
Steve unbuttoned his pants as he fantasized and slipped them down along with his boxers. His erection popped out, and he gripped it tightly, taking some lotion from the night stand.
He grinned down at her as her full, pink lips parted for him. He pushed her head down and groaned when her lips surrounded his throbbing member. Without direction, she started to bob her head up and down for him.
He began to stroke himself up and down, up and down. "Ohhhh, Lauraaaaaa…" he moaned. "Faster, Baby. Suck me faster." Following his own commands, he stroked himself faster and harder.
She looked up at him with those big, brown eyes, and she moaned. "Mmmmmmmm…" She kept her eyes on him, and she sucked on his tip, swirling her velvety tongue around it. She licked him gently on the head of his cock. "Mmmmm… Steve," she whispered between licks. "You taste sooo good."
Steve kept stroking himself. All alone in his house, he said loudly. "Yeah, Baby! Yeah! YEAH! You like how my cock tastes, don't you? Oh, Laura. Oh!"
He pushed her head down forcefully onto his manhood. He heard her gag a little.
He stroked faster, from his balls to his tip. "Unh. OH, Baby, is it too big for you? Yeah, it is? Oh, no, my pet. You can do it."
Her head bobbed up and down in his lap taking his full length. She stared at him as his manhood rammed the back of her throat faster and faster.
His balls started to tighten. He could feel how close he was getting.
She stopped her sucking for a minute to beg him, "Please, come in my mouth, Steve. Please!" She sucked him harder, deeper.
"Uunnnnh… Yes, Laura. I'm gonna come all deep inside that hot little mouth." He stroked as fast as he could, gripping tightly. "Laura. Laura. Laura."
She bobbed up and down, never breaking eye contact.
"Laura, Laura, Lauraaaaa." He stroked his lotion covered member, with his eyes shut tightly.
"LauraLauraLauraLauraLaura."
He thrust himself hard and fast into her mouth, and she happily took him in over and over.
"LAURALAURALAURAAAAAAAA!"
His cock started to spurt his hot cum all over his chest and hands. He felt his body spasm, and he pumped hard.
Her eyes widened as he shot his load in her mouth. She moaned as she started to swallow strand after strand.
"Yessssss, Lauraaaaaa. Swallow it, Baby." He kept stroking as his orgasm began to subside. "Yessss, Baby. Swallow it all. Show me what a good little assistant you'll be."
"I love you so much, Steve. Your cum tastes so good. Can I please have the job, Dr. Urkel? Please, Dr. Urkel?"
She started to lick and suck his member clean. He gently stroked her hair.
"I love you, too," he moaned. "We'll see about that job, Ms. Winslow… That was just the oral interview."
His stroke slowed as he grabbed a tissue to clean up some of his mess.
He felt a calm rush over his body. He loved her, and he was glad to help her, but he was fooling himself if he didn't acknowledge that he wanted to do more than help her. He wanted to be her hero, her husband, her lover. He wanted her to be his. He was determined to win her back no matter how long it took him. If he could do it once, he was sure he could do it again. Things were more complicated this time. He had to win a whole family over, but her kids were very young. They needed a father, and he wanted to be the one.
After Laura put the boys to bed that night, she went to her room to set-up for her first day. She went through her closet and found a total of three work-appropriate outfits. She'd already worn one, twice, so for tomorrow, she laid out a navy blue pantsuit and a pink silk top. With her current selection, she knew the entirety of her first paycheck would be going to the mall. Suddenly, she found herself wishing that Steve had offered her a signing bonus.
As she ran through her nightly routine, getting ready for bed, she replayed the day in her head. She realized how lucky she was to have Steve to go to. Very few people had a billionaire in their lives who was obsessed with them. She felt like the only thing she should be feeling was grateful, but she was still so mad at him for what had happened between them. She also blamed him, though she knew it wasn't entirely fair, for what had happened between her and Stefan.
As she slipped into bed, however, she started to miss the feeling of sharing a bed with a man. During the day, she could always manage to put on the face of the strong single mother. Today wasn't her best example of that feat, but normally she did pretty well. She was a strong, independent woman who didn't need a man at all.
The nights were always harder, though. It's not that she felt she needed a man to take care of her, but she found it very difficult to relax knowing that everything was resting on her shoulders. Going to bed with someone made her feel like she had a partner to share the burden with. Going to bed alone reminded her that no matter how much help her parents, family, and friends offered, when it really came down to it, she was alone.
Laura woke up an hour late that first morning. She had planned to get up early so she would have plenty of time to get the boys settled at daycare before she went to work, but it looked like that morning, she was going to have to drop them and run.
She rushed through her morning routine, and thankfully, her mother was willing to get the boys ready to go. She finished her hair and makeup after her shower and headed back to her room to get dressed. She slipped into her favorite bra and panties, because she wanted to feel confident. It did lift her breasts to the perfect angle, and though no one would know except her, her ass looked great in this thong. She moved to slip on her pants and found that she couldn't get them buttoned.
"No. No. No. No. No. No. Nooooo," she whined to herself. Oh, God, when was the last time I wore these? It was that interview I did with that fancy pre-school for Michael. Well, that was only… Before Eli was born. Damn it! She kicked her bed, and she heard the pants that were far too small rip. Pregnancy weight, Laura! Try on your damn clothes!
She turned to her closet looking for anything else she could get away with. Her eyes landed on a navy pencil skirt, and she slipped it on in a hurry. Looking in the mirror, she remembered the reason she didn't pull this one out last night. It fit, but it was way too short. She turned back to her closet and confirmed it was her only option. She bent over in front of the mirror and also confirmed that, when she did, her panties were completely visible.
Ok, not doing any of that today.
She slipped on her top and her blazer, which still fit decently. Then she found her shoes. In her spiked heels and her miniskirt, she looked like Steve had hired an in-house prostitute, but she knew that she had to wear it confidently, or people would only make it a bigger deal.
She ran down stairs and right into her father, literally.
"Ooof. Sorry, Daddy," she said as she went to pick up the diaper bag and make sure Eli was locked into his carrier.
"Whoa, Princess," he said turning to look at her. "Are you sure that's what you want to wear on your first day?"
"My pants ripped because I'm a mom, and apparently, I'm fat now, so are you sure you want to judge me for it on my first day?"
Taking her not-so-subtle hint, he kissed her on the cheek and sat down at the table. "You look fine, Sweetheart. You'll do great."
"Thanks," she said distractedly. "Mom? Where's Michael? We gotta go!"
Harriette walked in from the living room holding a crying toddler in her arms.
Not today, Laura thought as she took him from his grandma's arms. "What's the matter, Mikey?" she asked sweetly.
"I- I don't w-wanna go to work!" he wailed.
"Baby, you're just going to spend the day with some other kids while Mommy works. I'm not sending you to a sweatshop." Yet.
"What's a sweatshop?" he sobbed.
Harriette rolled her eyes. Laura was a good mother, but there were times when it was obvious she was in desperate need of adult conversation because it started to seep into her conversations with Michael.
"Nothing, Baby. Don't worry about it. My point is: all you have to do is play with other kids today. Is that so bad? You'll make tons of new friends."
"I don't want any new friends," he screamed.
Laura felt like she was banging her head against a wall, and she just didn't have time this morning of all mornings. She looked desperately around the kitchen to both her parents. "Ideas? Anyone?"
They both shook their heads.
Laura shut her eyes tightly, trying to think of something to say, but eventually, she gave up. "Ok, Baby, I'm sorry, but we have got to go." She held him tightly as he cried while her other hand slipped her purse and diaper bag onto her shoulder. Finally, she grabbed Elijah's carrier. Her dad opened the door for her, and she headed out to the car. She felt terrible for ignoring his fears, but she knew that he would feel better once he saw the other kids, the toys, and the teachers he was so afraid of. She also knew that he would feel better if she had some money to buy him food, clothes, and a home. She had to be a grown-up, when all she really wanted to do was pull over, hold him, and cry with him.
As she drove, she kept talking to him, hoping to find a magic phrase to make him feel better. She parked in the structure in the spot that was reserved for Steve's assistant. It was a good one, too. She gathered everything and everyone into her arms to go find the daycare center. She turned and found Steve standing behind her. "OH!" she screamed. "Oh, God. Steve you scared me."
"I'm sorry, Sweetums. I just thought you might need a little help this morning, though I didn't expect to have to wait in the garage so long for you to show up."
She was mortified, "Oh, my God, Steve, I am so sorry. This has been a really awful morning, as you can see," she shouted over her screaming toddler. "I promise this will never happen again."
"No sweat, my pet! Um, I'd introduce myself to your sons, but I don't think I'd make a good impression at the moment."
She shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"Is there anything I can carry for you?"
She paused for a moment. She knew he wasn't treating her like a normal employee, like she asked him to, but again she found herself in no position to refuse his extra help. She set down the carrier to hand him both the diaper bag and her purse. She picked the carrier back up and with both boys in her arms, she was unable to gesture as she said, "Lead the way!"
He led her to the elevator and hit the button for the tenth floor, where the employee daycare center was. She kept talking to Michael in the elevator, and Steve used the short ride to look at her. God, she's gorgeous, he thought to himself as he watched her sweetly comforting her babies. He ached a little when he got a good look at Michael. He couldn't help but notice that both of her kids looked exactly like him. He had pictured the kids he and Laura would have a million times, but it was weird actually meeting them… and knowing that, though they shared much of his DNA, they still weren't his.
Eventually, he noticed Laura's skirt. Whoa, Mamma! He was shocked that she would wear something so revealing on her first day, but he wasn't exactly complaining. In a completely conspicuous way he turned a little to get a better look. Yowsa! He bit his lip as he gawked. Her calves were strong but feminine in her sexy heels. He followed her smooth, chocolaty legs up to enjoy the exposed parts of her thighs, which was most of them. Then he looked at the way that miniskirt tightly hugged her hips. She had always had amazing hips, but he suddenly realized that childbirth must have made them even hotter. Finally, he leaned back, again not very subtly, to stare at her butt. He resisted every urge in his body that told him to grab it, but he couldn't quite resist the urge to grunt as he stared at her big, tight booty. "Mm."
As obvious as he was as he checked her out, she had missed most of it because she was distracted by the kids, but she certainly heard that grunt. As she turned to scold him, the doors opened, and she decided to charge ahead on her mission instead.
The four walked into the daycare center, and every adult turned to them, making all the kids turn to see what all the fuss was about. Though Michael had finally stopped crying, the feeling of being watched made him whimper again, and he buried his face further in his mother's neck.
Laura didn't appreciate the hot stares either, and her face flushed. OH, God! This outfit is that bad?
"Hidy-ho, Dr. Urkel," the lead teacher shouted to Steve. "What can I do for ya today?" she asked as she walked up to the little group.
Oh. That's when Laura realized that no one was staring at her. They were all surprised to see the owner of the company walk into the daycare center considering he didn't have any children. Please, be casual, Steve, she pleaded silently to herself with her eyes shut tightly.
"Hi, there… Jenna," he responded, glancing down at her nametag. "I stopped by yesterday to register my new assistant's kids, Michael and Elijah Urquelle."
Michael turned when he heard a strange, high-pitched voice say his name. "Mama, who's that?" he asked, glaring at Steve.
"That's Uncle Steve," she whispered back. "You've seen him in pictures, remember? He wears funny clothes and looks a lot like your daddy?"
"I want Daddy," he whimpered. "I don't like him," he said, a little too loudly, pointing at Steve.
Laura looked at Steve apologetically, but she didn't really know what to say. How do you explain your ex-husband's clone to your three-year-old? An uncle seemed like the best analogy.
Steve was surprised that Michael didn't like him already. It took most people a little longer to come to that conclusion. He looked at Jenna and shrugged.
Jenna laughed and said, "I've heard much worse. Consider yourself lucky, Dr. Urkel." She winked at him.
Laura stared daggers at her. Was she flirting with him?
Eventually, Jenna turned her attention to Laura and the kids, which snapped Laura out of Jealous-Ex-mode and back into Mom-mode.
"Ok, so this little fella is Elijah, right? And this must be Michael."
"Yes," Laura confirmed, "but their last name's actually Winslow."
"It is?" Steve looked at Laura, and she nodded. Huh. He was suddenly very glad he wasn't the one divorced from Laura because that girl did not play.
Jenna made the change on the forms and had Laura sign a few. Eventually, one of the workers came to take Eli to the infant room, and Laura gave him a kiss goodbye and turned her attention to Michael. Jenna was going to take him to the toddler room herself, but first, he had to let go of Mom. "Baby," Laura cooed, "you have to go with Miss Jenna, now."
He ignored her, but she felt his grip tighten around her neck. "Mikey, Honey, I promise I will be back in a few hours. This is just like when Grandma watches you, except here you get to play with other kids."
He tightened his grip further still. Jenna leaned closer to make a suggestion, "Sometimes, Ms. Winslow, it's like ripping a Band-Aid off. You do it quickly, they freak out, and then they adjust."
She looked at Jenna. She didn't particularly like this woman, or her suggestion, but she knew she was right. She gave Michael a kiss and said, "Baby, I promise I will be back soon. I love you soooo much." She hugged him tightly before ripping him from her neck and handing him to Jenna.
Immediately, he started to scream, and she looked at him horrified, "MOOOOOOOMMMMMYYYYYYY! Don't LEAVE! MOMMY, PLEEEEEEASE!"
Jenna looked at her and waved her off. Laura still didn't move. Steve wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her away.
"Wait! Steve! NO!" A moment later, they were outside of the daycare center and out of sight.
Laura turned to rail on him. "How could you do that to me, Steve? What right do you have to make me leave my kid before I'm ready?"
He could see that she was about to cry, and he reached out to hold her. She immediately hit his chest several times, but he drew her close anyway. As he held her tightly, she started to sob. He stroked his hand up and down her back, and she buried her face in his neck, her arms still caught between their chests.
Eventually, he spoke as he held her. "I'm sorry, Sweetums, but waiting was just making it harder on both of you. He'll be fine. I promise. He's a Winslow," Steve smiled. "They're pretty tough cookies."
He felt her smile slightly against his neck. She pulled away from him and wiped her tears quickly. It was obvious she was embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I should have been more professional. Heck, if I had woken up on time this morning, I would have had time to freak out with him and still get to your office early." She glanced down at her watch. Crap. "And now, we're forty minutes late. We'd better go,"
"Hey, I'm the boss. I'm never late," Steve joked. Then he looked at her seriously, his big eyes full of sympathy. "We can take a minute, if you want to. There's no rush."
"No," Laura shook her head and looked back at the daycare center door. "If I don't go now, I'll never go. C'mon."
She started to walk to the elevator, and Steve let her lead so he could watch her walk in that short little skirt. He had all the compassion in the world for her difficulties right now, but he still had eyes.
Since they took the private elevator that went up to Steve's office, they were alone again, despite the office being full of people. He figured he only had ninety floors left of alone time with her until lunch, so he took advantage of it. He moved to stand directly behind her, and he inhaled deeply. She smelled amazing, natural. She wasn't doused in perfume; she was just Laura. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her, his hands landing on her soft, flat stomach. He pressed his hips gently into her back.
She was still feeling nervous and vulnerable, so when she felt his comforting touch, she initially relaxed against him. She pushed her butt back more firmly. They were close in height when she was in heels, so her backside pushed right into his erection.
"Mmm," he moaned softly.
When she felt it and heard his reaction, she pulled away, and moved to the other side of the elevator.
She looked at him. She wanted to say something. She wanted to scold him for acting unprofessionally, but she was really in no position to talk, so she just looked away.
"Laura," he began.
"Please, don't," she said, holding up her hand. "Just don't."
Then the doors opened. She quickly stepped out of the elevator, hoping to get some distance between herself and that moment. She smiled brightly as she approached the interns. "Hey, everybody! I'm so sorry I'm late. My kids are starting daycare, and it really wasn't a great way to start the day." She hoped they'd have a little sympathy for her, but she noticed a wide variety of reactions.
Kelly looked her up and down, took note of her skirt, and glared. Ok, Laura tried to tell herself, if my new boss walked in dressed like this, I'd make a similar judgment. We can work on that.
Jeremy appeared a little faint. He stared at her, mouth agape. Ok, so Steve hired a young version of himself. I can deal with him, too.
Richard appeared calm and confident. Uh-oh. He looked her up and down and flashed her a half-smile. He ran his fingers through his hair and was the first intern to speak. "Hey, Laura," he purred, "It's so nice to see you again." He leaned further back in his desk chair and stretched, appearing to flex his unimpressive muscles. Ok. He may be a problem.
"You know, Richard," she began.
"Rich is fine, Honey."
She looked down to compose herself, before she looked up with an expression Steve found all too familiar. Through her angry smile, she gritted, "Ok. You know, Rich, I would really prefer 'Ms. Winslow' until we get to know each other a little better."
Richard stood, clearly trying to gain a little more control over the situation, though he found that she was taller than he had expected, so his similar height wasn't as impressive as he had thought it would be. He continued confidently anyway, "Really? So you prefer names with authority, then?" He leaned closer, across his desk. "How about I call you 'Mistress'?"
Kelly guffawed, and Jeremy became more and more catatonic by the second. They were both well aware that Richard was an ass, but normally, he worked up to it. They figured he must have assumed she'd be easy since she was dressed like a streetwalker and presumably screwing their boss.
The implication was not lost on Laura. She knew they didn't respect her as it was, so she decided they should at least be clear about why. She turned to Steve, who had been waiting further away to observe, hoping to let her demonstrate her worth to them. He was too far away to hear, but based on her stance, it didn't appear to be going well.
"Steve?" she said, as she waved him over.
As Steve began to approach, she whipped her head quickly back to Richard. "Talk to me like that again, and I will fire you." Steve reached her side, and she smiled at him. "Steve, it's become clear to me that these three are having a little trouble getting used to me. I think that they deserve to at least know why they hate me, and I think you deserve to hear my explanation, so you know what they know."
That didn't sound like a great plan to Steve. "Now, Laura–"
She waved his concerns away. "Steve and I met in kindergarten," she began. "He is a very old and very good friend of mine, and we did have a romantic relationship at one point in time. I came to him recently, having not seen him in years, and asked for a job. To be very clear, we are not currently engaged in a romantic relationship, nor a physical one, not that it's any of your business, nor do I have any intention to be in the future. So, yes, he gave me this job because we are close, not because I applied for it or was in anyway compared to other candidates. Yes, he will also probably be more lenient with me than other people because he cares about me very, very much. However, I am completely qualified for this job. Actually, I'm overqualified. Your last boss had only a high school education. I graduated summa cum laude from IOU. I have people skills and management skills. I'm a fast learner and a perfectionist. I have every confidence that none of you will still be doubting my abilities a few weeks from now, but I wanted to hopefully squash some rumors before they began. So, any questions?"
As Laura's rant finished, everyone stared at her silently. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Eventually, Jeremy raised his hand.
"Yes?" she said a little confused. Not a classroom, kid.
"You said you two dated, right?"
"Yes."
"Was that before or after he became a billionaire?"
The other interns nodded. Good question.
"Before," Laura confirmed, hoping that might help her case a little. She really wasn't a gold-digger.
"How is that possible?" Richard asked, shocked.
"Hey!" Steve barked.
Laura relaxed a little. Now that was a reaction she was used to. "Persistence," she replied with a slight smile.
Steve wiggled his brows, glad to see her relaxing. "You know, I'm still very persistent."
She immediately tensed again, though he was sure only he could see the difference. Oops, he thought.
She took a deep breath and turned to her new desk. As she did, Kelly remarked quickly, "Ok, I have one more question, because I like you. I think that took guts, but I cannot figure out why you would choose that skirt for your first day."
Laura, still facing away from all of them, cringed. Steve could tell from the way her muscles moved, but he was the only person in the world who could read her that well. When she turned back around she had a confident smile on her face. She met Kelly's intense stare and cooed, "Because I look damn good in it." She quickly turned back to her desk and started going through drawers, being careful not to bend over. She did look good in it. She knew that, but she was still mortified to be wearing it in the workplace.
No one in the room disagreed with her statement, but Kelly remained unconvinced. Laura didn't strike her as the type to buck social convention like that.
Steve took a moment to watch her unpack some of the office supplies he had set aside for her, but eventually, turned his attention to his work.
By eleven, Laura had more or less settled in. Though her rapport with the interns was odd, they were at least following her instructions and helping her when she asked. She allowed Jeremy and Kelly to call her Laura, but she barked at Richard whenever he did. She knew it was completely unfair and not a great management tactic, but she could also tell he needed to be put in his place.
Steve made himself readily available to her, but he also tried to stay out of her way while she adjusted. He had some meetings she would have to attend with him later in the day, so for now, he left her to her own devices and sat alone in his office, bored and nervous.
Then the elevator dinged. Laura didn't see anyone on his schedule, yet, so she looked up to see who it was. A delivery man with a beautiful vase full of bright, red roses in his hand stepped out of the elevator. "Laura Lee Winslow?" he asked.
Laura walked over to him. She desperately hoped it was her parents congratulating her, but she knew better. They wouldn't have sent roses. She thanked the delivery man – it wasn't his fault – and awkwardly took the vase. She set them on her desk and pulled out the card.
"Laura Lee,
I'm so glad to have you in my life again. You are going to be wonderful. You already are.
Love,
Steve"
"Who's it from?" Richard asked, though he knew, and she knew that he knew.
"Bill Gates," she smiled. "What?" she joked, "You think this is the only angle I'm working?"
Leaving on her snarky remark, she walked into Steve's office. Unfortunately, she didn't knock.
While Steve gave her time to settle in before their meetings, he noticed that his erection from the elevator incident had still not gone away, and it was beginning to hurt. Though Laura would certainly not find it professional, he slipped into the bathroom to take care of himself.
He whipped out his manhood as quickly as he could and started to stroke it with lotion he kept on hand for just such an occasion.
"Mmm," he moaned as she pressed her butt back into his hard cock.
"Take me, Steve," she whispered.
She didn't have to tell him twice. He lifted her skirt high over her butt and rejoiced when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties. He reached down and stuck two fingers in her dripping wet pussy.
Oh, the magic of fantasy. He pictured his fingers sliding in and out of her with ease. No warm up, just a hot, wet, intense reaction to her desire to have him. He stroked himself faster.
"Oh, you are so wet, you naughty girl…" he growled.
He spanked her.
"Did you wear that short little skirt just for me?"
"Yes, Steve! I wore it so you'd make love to me. I love you, Steve. Show me how much you love me!"
He pulled out his cock and shoved it completely inside of her.
Again, the magic of fantasy. "I looooove you, Laura," he gasped.
When she entered his office after the flowers arrived, that's where he was, though thankfully, she didn't hear anything suspicious. "Steve?" she called.
He jumped and immediately removed his hand from his manhood, feeling like she had actually walked in on him. "Just a second!" he called nervously, pulling far too much toilet paper from the roll, trying to wipe the lotion from his penis. Though he didn't really do a great job, he rushed to pull up his pants and flush the toilet paper. Thankfully, it didn't clog the toilet, and he quickly washed his hands. His erection was tucked into the waistband of his boxers so that it wouldn't point directly at her as he stepped from the bathroom. He tried to compose himself, but he could feel it throbbing and begging for release. The moment he saw her, it twitched, and he grunted. "OH… Oh, um. Hi. Hi, Laura. What's up? How can I help you? Do you need me? I mean, something. Do you need something?"
She furrowed her brow at him. Ok. He's acting weird. She looked behind him to confirm that he had just exited a bathroom and not an in-office gym. He was very sweaty and breathing heavily. Luckily for Steve, she didn't put it all together. She shook the confusion from her head and started to talk. "Um. The roses just arrived," she said.
Relieved to have a subject to talk about, his breathing slowed slightly. He tried to lean against the conference table that was now behind him, but found the position… uncomfortable, so he stood back up. "Oh, good!" he chirped.
Laura bit her lip slightly in thought, making him lick his own. "Well, that's the thing, Steve," she continued, causing him to refocus. "It's really not good. You shouldn't have sent me flowers. We talked about this. I want to be treated like everyone else."
"You're a close friend, remember? You admitted to that. I was just congratulating a close friend," he defended.
"Red roses, Steve? You couldn't choose a less romantic flower?"
"What can I say, Sweetums? I'm a romantic guy," he flirted reflexively.
She sighed. "No more gifts, ok?"
"Ok, no more gifts," he agreed, "… in the office," he continued under his breath.
"I'll see you at lunch," she called as she stepped back out of his office.
He quickly slipped back into the bathroom and dropped his drawers. Standing in the middle of the private bathroom, he stroked again, his penis still lubed enough from the lotion he had failed to wipe off.
His cock pumped in and out of her womanhood. He felt her tight, hot walls around him.
"Ohhhh, Laura, my pet. Yesssssss."
He dug his big hands into her hips and pulled her body, bent over in front of him, back onto him over and over.
"OOOOOH," she moaned. "It's so biiiiiiig. I forgot you were sooooooo big."
"You want more, baby? You want it faster?"
"Yes, Steve. Faster! Please!"
He bit his lip as he felt his orgasm approaching. "Unh. Laura. Laura. Laura. Oh! Are you going to come for me?"
She was whimpering as he took her. Her knees were shaking, and her legs wobbled in her heels. Thankfully, he supported her weight. "Yes, Steeeeeeve! You're gonna make me come!"
"Come all over me, Baby! Come on me. ComeonmeComeonmeComeonmeeeeeeeee." The tension in his body started to release, and he was careful to aim his hot, white cum into some toilet paper.
"OOOOOHHHH, STEEEEEEVE!" Her walls tightened around him, and her body collapsed in ecstasy. He grabbed her and quickly held her up so he wouldn't fall out. As she moaned for him, he released all of his love deep inside her.
"Do you like my cum, Laura Lee?" he asked as he continued to shutter and spurt.
"Yesssssss, Steve. I love your cum. I love youuuuu," she whined as her orgasm began to subside.
He smiled to himself as his explosion ended. "I love you, too, Laura, and I always will," he whispered as he stood for a moment, gripping the sink in the afterglow.
At noon, on the dot, the elevator door opened again, preceding the entrance of six well-dressed men pushing cloth-covered carts. Without stopping, they headed immediately into Steve's office. Laura looked up from what she was doing long enough to realize that they must have been bringing her lunch. That was not what she expected. The men eventually returned and left through the elevator.
Steve stuck his head out the door. "Laura, lunch is served."
Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she stood, as the interns watched intently, and she followed him inside.
He closed the door as she stepped in and locked it. "We're headed out to the balcony," he gestured. He opened the door for her, and she was captivated all over again by the sight of the river.
As he joined her on the balcony, he was captivated by a stunning sight of his own. As she stood, staring at the view, he watched her face. He wanted to see her make that expression every day. He knew that he now had the resources to make that happen. He loved her deeply, and he finally knew he could pamper her the way she deserved, if only she'd let him.
Suddenly, she noticed his intense gaze. She met his stare and smiled, "This view is amazing."
"I've seen better," he winked at her.
She turned, again embarrassed, and moved to the table that was set up for them. It was covered by a floor-length tablecloth and had flowers and candles as a center piece in the middle. The courses were laid out, on literal silver platters, on a table to the side. There was a crystal glass of water by her place setting. Steve pulled out her chair for her, and she sat, cautious to keep her rear covered. Steve set a basket of bread on the table and poured something bubbly into a champagne flute.
"Steve," she scolded, "I can't drink at work."
"It's sparkling apple juice, I promise. I've seen what you're like when you've been drinking."
She chuckled, "Oh. Very thoughtful. Thank you." She met his warm eyes, and it was clear that she meant she was grateful for everything.
He froze when their eyes met. He wanted to get on one knee immediately, but he knew she'd say no. He was having a hard time remembering how he had been so patient for the first fifteen years.
He set the bottle down and took a seat next to her, not across from her. He picked up the basket of bread and offered it to her. She took a small piece, hoping that eating might make this less awkward.
"So," he began, taking a piece for himself, "how's your first day going?"
"Great," she answered, "except my boss won't stop hitting on me."
He laughed, with a full-blown Urkel snort. Whoa. She hadn't heard that in forever. The sound unexpectedly made her miss him, even though he was sitting right next to her. She smiled brightly at him, and reached out to squeeze his knee.
Aha! Touchdown! he thought as her hand grazed his leg. "Well," he replied, hoping to continue the flirtatious banter, "maybe he'd leave you alone if you dressed more professionally." He rolled his tongue, purring at her.
She gasped slightly, and her face fell.
He saw her face change and was hit by a horrible, gut-wrenching guilt. "Oh, no, Laura," he reassured her, "I was only kidding. You look fine! Well, I mean… You look beautiful, but you look fine, I promise!"
She shook her head, still too humiliated to meet his eyes again. "I look ridiculous, Steve. I know that."
"No, Laura Lee…"
"No, I really do, Steve. I just didn't have any other options. All of my professional clothes are from before I had babies, and it seems like no matter how much weight I lose, I can't fit back into them. I'm really close to my original weight. I'm just carrying it differently or something…"
"Laura…"
"I promise, after I get my first paycheck, I'll run out and buy some clothes, but until then, I may be cycling through three outfits of miniskirts and buttonless blazers." She kept her eyes on the bread.
"Laura, Sweetums, look at me."
She lifted her eyes but looked at the river instead. He reached out and pulled her chin toward him. "Laura, you look even more breathtaking than the last time I saw you. I don't care what you wear. I liked your skirt choice, actually."
She blushed a little, and he bit his lip as she looked at him shyly. From this angle, leaning forward and holding her chin, he took a moment to look at her cleavage, barely peeking out of her top. "You are so sexy," he whispered, still staring at her breasts.
It had been so long since someone had looked at her like that that Laura almost bent over the table for him, then and there. She looked into his primal eyes, and she felt her nipples harden. She hadn't been touched in over a year, since the end of her first trimester carrying Elijah. God, I miss sex.
His hand remained on her chin, and he leaned forward, pulling her gently, going in for a kiss. With his puckered lips mere millimeters from her glossy mouth, she stood abruptly, knocking him back and hitting the table. She stumbled, but caught her footing and stepped away from her seat.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she said. "You're my boss now."
"I don't have to be," Steve argued.
"Are you threatening to fire me?"
"No, Laura! God, of course not! I don't understand why you're expecting me to give you an ultimatum."
"Neither do I," she glared. "You've never understood how they work. You see, when someone agrees to give you what you want, you're not supposed to still do what you were threatening to do in the first place."
"Not fair, Laura," he replied curtly. He stood from his seat to stand in front of her, her back to the railing. "You can't always go back to that."
"Yes, I can, Steve," she insisted. "Lots of things in my life can be traced back to that."
He got her hint. "Laura, how can you blame me for your divorce?" he asked.
"Because if you had married me like I wanted you to, I wouldn't be in this position."
"Laura, I've explained this all to you," Steve said, his heart cracking as he heard her voice breaking with tears.
"In that note you left me? Yeah, what a great explanation! Very succinct. Before that, I didn't know you could erase the loss of our virginities and fifteen years of devotion in four sentences."
"Laura, I left because I thought I was doing what was best for you. Obviously, I was wrong, but–"
"You left because you were a coward, Steve. You left because you were afraid that, someday, I would leave you."
He opened his mouth to argue, but pulled back as he considered the possibility.
She continued, "God. I said I didn't want to talk about this."