His Secret Desire Read Online Free Page B

like a criminal fleeing the scene of a crime, I ran.
    But it had felt good. Really good. Amazing, in fact. As I got ready for bed, I studied my naked body in the mirror. My skin radiated. The figure in the mirror that I had scrutinized every day of my life looked better than it ever had. Even my hair looked better. Wrinkles in my face seemed to lessen. The mirror was showing a young woman who was alive. I laid myself down on the bed, still naked, entranced with the feeling of life.
    I followed my breath slowly, feeling it rise and fall in my chest. One hand rested on my chest as the other slid between my legs.
    I closed my eyes. Alexander Strauss filled my vision. His face, radiant and strong, close to mine. I slipped away from the bed and I was back in his office. The feeling of his lips on mine as my hand rubbed between my legs. My hand became his hand, and it was Strauss moving up and down on my pussy. His fingers working in slowly on the spot that made my stomach clench with delight. I imagined the feel of his hard cock in my hand. I moved up and down on him and he stared into my eyes.
    I tossed in my bed and Strauss moved with me, sliding inside of me now. His hand moved in and out, slowly but forcefully. I could hear him whispering commands into my ear.
    “Come for me,” Strauss said dreamily.
    An orgasm was rising up inside of me. An echo of the earth shattering scream of pleasure that my body had emitted earlier. A ripple of a wave after a tsunami of passion. I breathed in the memory of the way his skin smelled under my nose. My mouth opened and I moaned in want of him to fill my mouth yet again. I begged to my empty room for him to do what he wanted with me. Please, I needed him in me again. I wanted him to hold my arms back. I wanted him to pull my hair back. I wanted him to press his thumb against my asshole, the pressure an indication of things to come.
    “Come. Now,” the memory of Strauss said forcefully. It was a voice that would not be defied.
    My eyes squeezed harder, the recreated vision of Strauss rippling as I came. I cried out and bit on my pillow. Even finishing myself off just to the thought of him made me come harder than any other time I had pleasured myself. It was as though the memory of him was enough to fill me with sexual desire. I breathed in rapidly, the orgasm slowly slipping away. Sex was life. I was filled with the undying hunger for it now.
    Sleep crawled over the room and everything faded away. Wrapped in my sheets, I welcomed the release of my consciousness. The world slipped down the drain and the last thing I remembered was Strauss’s blue eyes drinking me up.
    ***
    The alarm on my phone screamed at me with loud rings as it vibrated against the bedside table. My eyes opened wearily to look at the clock. A moment of panic filled me when I realized I was already late for work. The memory of the previous day’s events came back to me in a flash and the panic at being late subsided. It doesn’t matter anyway.
    I got dressed in casual clothes, no use getting into my usual work attire today. My stomach felt like it was turning over endlessly inside of me. On my way into work I managed to drink some coffee that tasted like it had been burnt not just once but twice for good measure. With acrid coffee churning in my already upset stomach, I reached the building that I was about to enter for the last time.
    I walked to my desk, the center of attention. All eyes were on me. I felt immediately self-conscious about my street clothes and tried in vain to pull down my shirt that I wish were longer for no apparent reason. Maybe it’s because my jeans were a little too tight around my waist and I felt eyes canvassing my legs. Fuck it, I thought, at least I’ve got legs worth staring at. When I got to my desk, any feelings that my attire was drawing the attention dissipated like a puff of smoke in a windstorm.
    A note stared at me like a villain. Commanding my attention. My heart slammed in my