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Part 4
"Hi, Mr Bhallas office?"
"Over there ma'am. And you are...?"
"Shagun. Don't bother ringing him, he's expecting me"
The secretary looks on as the stunning woman strides towards the door marked "Raman Kumar Bhalla CEO" and enters swiftly.
The office is dark, shady, but she doesn't mind.
"You came"
"Of course. Did you doubt that I would?"
He sweeps his gaze over her. Hmm stunning and witty? A lethal combination!
"Should we continue where we left off, in the lift?"
"I'm game, if you are"
"I don't do commitments, though"
We'll see about that! Aloud "I don't do domestics"
"Good" a pause, then,
"You're scrumptious! I could eat you!"
Smug "I know!"
They walk towards each other, desperate, unable to control their lust.
She revels in the knowledge that he desires her. It gives her power. And power over a powerful man is power indeed!
Cocky "Come here"
He slips his arm around her waist and pulls her to him, grinning, at making another conquest!
She gasps, red lips pouting, eyes wide, for effect, as she crashes into his hard chest, registering with delight the 6 pack under her fingers. Hmm.
"How long have you got?" He asks.
"How long can you last?" She replies---
The lift pings to a stop and opens. I step out, a new woman. This is a first for me. I've never been up here. All my previous excitement has deflated as an unknown fear begins to seep into my heart. Am I doing the right thing? I mean its ok for him, he's the boss but me? I'm just an employee. I suddenly feel as if I'm the lamb going to the slaughter!
I walk to the lone reception desk on this floor, where the receptionist enquires politely.
"Can I help you ma'am?"
"Yes I'm here to see Mr Bhalla"
What another one? How many women is he going to meet today? I though I'd get an early finish but at this rate I'll be here all afternoon!
The receptionist is too professional to show the annoyance she feels.
Yet she is young and has taken the few hours job to cover the permanent secretary's absence. The agency had insisted that the job would be short as office closes after half day. However it is 11am and there are no signs of these bosses going home! Didn't these guys realise that people had parties to get ready for on New Year's Eve?
And this Bhalla guy is so demanding! He had sauntered in wanting this and wanting that as if he owns the place! Then that snobby woman had arrived for him, all tarted up with her boobs on show and legs up to her eyes! And now this one!
These corporate guys, they lead such dull lives! All work work work!
Just as the receptionist is about to buzz him of my arrival the switchboard rings. She takes the call, beginning to talk animatedly about schedules and meetings. I am left looking around the large reception area with its series of doors leading off to the executives offices.
As I'm doing so I locate a door on my left with his name on a gold plaque.
A glance at the receptionist tells me she is deep in conversation so I decide to make my own way to his cabin.
After all he did invite me.
I knock on the door and wait.
And wait.
Finally unable to wait any longer I open the door and walk in.
The office is dark, with the blinds drawn. I can see that it's a large room with his chair at the far end of the table.
"Raman?"
I call tentatively. Is he asleep? Why is it so quiet in here?
Then I hear what sounds like a grunt. Then another, now accompanied by some panting. Is he ok I wonder. Is he having an attack of some kind?
I decide to walk towards the large chair, where the noise seems to be coming from. My worried brain begins to play out different scenarios but I am unprepared for what I see when I get to the edge of the desk.
I scream in shock.
I don't see their faces clearly but turn my back to them as I realise they are in various states of undress and involved in some dubious activities, for the office that is.
Then another more shocking thought occurs to me which makes me turn towards them to get a better look.
"RAMAN??"
The woman recovers first.
"Do you mind! Who are you? Get out of here!"
Her screeching voice pulls me out of my trance and sure that the guy isn't my husband Raman I stutter my apologies.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry, so sorry"
Embarrassed but grateful that it wasn't my husband under that woman, I quickly retreat from the room. I am about to make a hasty getaway to the lifts when someone grabs my hand and pulls me swiftly into a room further down the corridor. Pulling me inside, he pushes me against the door, closing it.
We are both breathless from the exertion.
"You came" his soft drawl turns me to mush again.
"You said to come" breathless.
"Didn't the receptionist tell you I'm in this room?"
"No. I...l... Though it was you in that room. With another woman." Serious.
"Wha...? Don't you know that I can't look at anyone else but you? Only YOU my sexy Madrasan!" He grins. I stare at his lips which are dangerously close to mine.
"But I'm just plain old me, how can I entice you for long?" Unsure
"Are you in your right mind? I'm madly in love with you, and you are the most gorgeous woman on this planet!"
"Really? Hmmm interesting" I tease as I look up into the molten lava of his eyes.
"Yes. And you know what else is interesting? The way your breath quickens when I do this!"
His hands slide down to my buttocks and he pulls me snugly into the gap between his legs. Watching my reaction intently. I gasp as I feel him hard against me, placing my hands on his chest. I can feel my cheeks warm up at the realisation of his arousal.
"And the way you moan when I...kiss...you...here" his husky voice uttered close to my ear, sends shivers of pleasure throughout my body. Then he bends his head down to my neck and starts kissing and biting there, gently.
An involuntary moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes enjoying the pleasure his lips evoke on my skin. His hands have slid from my derrire, under my silk blouse and now caress my back.
"And it's even more interesting when your hard nipples dig into me, like bullets" He promptly bents down and captures a nipple into his mouth before I can register what he's doing. I push my head back, arching my back as the warm wetness engulfs my aching peak sending a shot of pleasure through me, right to my core.
"Oh Raman! Oh!" I squirm under the sweet assault he bestows upon me gasping again when he moves to the other breast.
"Do you like it? Or should I stop?" He teases me. No intention of stopping.
"No no don't stop, please!" I am a slave to my desire, too far gone to care where we are, what we are doing.
"We need to move to the desk"
I am like putty in his hands and ready to be mounded by him. I simply nod, drugged by desire.
He now begins to pull me to his desk, tugging at my top and sending some buttons flying.
"But the door, Raman?" I remember, not wanting a repeat of next door, here.
"I've locked it." My ever efficient husband.
"You ready?" He enquires as my bum hits the desk and he lifts me to sit on it.
"Ready as I'll ever be!" Sliding my skirt up I wrap my legs around him and pull, diminishing any distance between us.
"It drives me crazy when you lay yourself open for me and let...me...have...my ...wicked way with you like this!" His left hand makes its way to my wet, hot core as his right hand goes to the back of my head, tilting it ready to kiss me.
"Oh my Ravan Kumar!" His words create havoc on my senses making my head spin with wanton desire.
"So Mrs Bhalla, what do you think of our lusty affair then?"
"Very lusty Mr Bhalla! Very lust indeed!"
This is all I am able to mutter breathlessly before he smacks his lips on mine and inserts his fingers into me simultaneously bringing me to the peak and playing me to his tunes for the next two hours
Jhanak
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