06: DESPERATION WINS
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Amelia’s breath hitched as Andrew’s words sank in. She gripped the edge of the chair, her knuckles whitening, unsure whether to walk out or stay. The enormity of the decision weighed heavily on her shoulders.
“I… I don’t think I can do this,” she said, her voice trembling but defiant. She straightened her posture, staring at him with as much courage as she could muster.
Andrew studied her, his piercing gray eyes never wavering. His expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of something in his gaze—curiosity? Amusement? Disappointment? She couldn’t tell.
“I see,” he said finally, stepping back and folding his arms. “You’re not ready for this arrangement. That’s fair. But let me make something clear, Ms. Lane—you came here desperate for a chance. Desperation often requires sacrifice.”
Amelia stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the polished floor. “Desperation doesn’t mean I have to sell my dignity,” she said, her voice firmer now. “I thought you called me here because you saw potential, not… not for this.”
Andrew chuckled softly, the sound low and unsettling. “Potential is subjective. But let me ask you this—how far are you willing to go for your son, Ms. Lane? Would you let pride get in the way of saving his life?”
Her heart pounded violently in her chest. The mention of Oliver made her freeze. The image of him lying pale and frail in that hospital bed flashed before her eyes. She thought of the doctor’s words, of her dwindling hope, and of the staggering sum Andrew had written down.
Tears welled up, but she blinked them away. She quietly moved toward the desk, bending down to place her elbows along the edge of the desk.
"Stay like this until I tell you to move again," Andrew ordered, as he came around and disappeared behind her. "Are you currently in a relationship?" he suddenly asked.
She shook her head. "No."
"Good. How many words can you type in a minute?"
The question surprised her, but she answered, "Fifty."
What was he doing behind her? She could turn her head to see him, but she kept her gaze on the desk as she continued to answer his questions.
"What are your strengths?"
"Dedication to get a job done, no matter what."
"Hmm... that's good." he replied, "And your weaknesses?"
"I'm not a great team player, I have trust issues." she blurted out before she could stop herself.
"Is that so..?" he asked slowly, and as she started to reply she was startled into silence as a hand slid up her thigh, sneaking beneath her skirt and over her ass before pulling away.
Amelia's breath ragged, her pulse increased from his touch, she had to force her eyes closed to keep herself under control. It has been too long since she has been touched by a man. The last time was at her bachorlerette party with the stranger, and she could barely remember what happened between them.
Fingers slid between her thighs, running along the thin cotton of her panties and a moan escaped her mouth. Her palms pressed down on the desk, her nails digging into the wood as she felt a rush of heat in her belly.
His hand smoothed over her back, as his fingers continued to torment her. Amelia kept her trembling arms on the desk as something hard pressed against her backside. Andrew's fingers finally moved beneath her panties and pressed inside her, sliding easily along the wet folds. She choked on another cry, trying to hold herself for screaming out in pleasure.
"My office is sound proof, and the door is locked." he murmured, as if noticing her struggles.
His fingers penetrated deeper, inside her, causing her body to quake. Soon, he pulls down her thin cotton panties, and without questioning, Amelia steps out of them as they hit the floor.
Andrew pushed his hips against her backside, widening her stance as his fingers continued their exploration. Amelia breathing became rough, as he lifted her skirt to bunch at her waist, his bulge thrusting against her backside.
"You're so wet for me." he purred in his deep voice against her neck, as he kept shoving in and out of her hole with his fingers. Amelia's body grew goose pimples.
Every breath was a moan, as she titled her hips up, desperately needing to be filled. The shame was gone, she wanted him inside her. As if reading her need, Andrew lowered his body along her bare bottom, then his hands spread her butt cheeks, and before she could comprehend what was coming, she felt for the first time in her life a tongue against her most intimate of places. She surged forward against the desk with a loud cry, and kept going as he continued licking her up.
The feeling was unfamiliar and exotic, very different from anything she had experience before. In no time, she came loudly, her nails scratching against the hard surface of the desk and her body bucking uncontrollably.
As she laid her head on her hands, she heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, letting her know he wasn't done with her yet. They were actually just getting started.
Moments later, the hard length of his c**k slid between her ass cheeks, and forced it's way inside her tight opening. Amelia moaned as he pushed inside, one thick arm reaching around her waist and pulling her tight against his body. Andrew pressed her down against the desk as he slid out and then in, sending waves of pleasure through her. His movements left her panting and frantic as she pushed back against him wildly.
"Damn, you're so hot." he murmured in her ear as he thrust harder, earning another loud cry from her. Amelia braced herself against the edge of the desk as he pounded into her, his thrusts shaking her entire body. She moaned so loud as she came for the second time in how many minutes.
Andrew kept thrusting, his hard thrust almost lifting her off the floor. The pleasure too much, as they both became a moaning mess. Andrew let out a ragged grunt and, with one last stab, he shook against her back, and came inside her. He laid her carefully atop the desk, resting his hard body atop hers as they both struggled to catch their breath.
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