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Greg

The amber liquid swirls around the bottom of my short glass. I watch it rise up one side as I twirl it in my hand and lift it to swallow down the sip that I've been staring at for the last thirty minutes. It's warm and flavorful as it travels across my taste buds and then down my throat to meet the malt liquor from the three full glasses that came before it. It doesn't burn as it did two hours ago, but the numbness that has begun to spread across my lips travels a bit further. I wipe at them with the back of my hand.

            It's quieter now than it was when I first came out here. The buzz of the after-work crowd is beginning to die down and from my perch up here on the top floor balcony of the penthouse suite I can barely make out their shadowed forms as they travel just beyond the beams of the dim street lights. This building is the tallest and with the night being dark and the city lights below me, it is impossible for anyone to see me out here. I wonder for the tenth time tonight if she's out with him, and then I wonder when it stopped mattering to me if she is. I just can't put my finger on that moment in time when I let her go, but I know her brothers will want answers from both of us.

            Madeline and I are perfect for each other. She has been raised in this world, my world, and knows what a life with me would be like. I have been groomed to take over part of her family's business, and she is expected to stand beside me and look beautiful as I do it. I shake my head as a small chuckle falls from my tingling lips. She is so much more than beautiful.  Maybe that's when this all started, when I realized the sacrifices she would make to fit into that perfect picture with me would crush her spirit. I may not be in love with her, but I absolutely love her with all my heart. She's my best friend.

            I've bought us a little time to figure out how to break it to everyone. Actually, what I bought her is the freedom to explore life outside of her family rules and I know that once she gets a taste for what's out there she will never want what we'd become. She will always want more.  That's just one of the many reasons I love her. I just haven't quite figured out how I'm going to live without her, which is what I'm trying to do with the time I've bought.

            I've already toed off my shoes and loosened my tie, so when I move to sit on the lounge chair I only have to slip my coat off and drape it over the back to get myself more comfortable. The heavy glass stopper makes a satisfying pop sound as I remove it from the aged bottle of brandy. The rhythmic glug of the alcohol filling my glass again is almost hypnotizing. Leaning back, I cross my feet and close my eyes, breathing in the fragrance as I lift the glass under my nose. I shouldn't have another, but I just got off the phone with Madeline and I know she's dipped her toes into the ocean of freedom she finally realized lies just beyond her family's front door. She's not coming back.

            Something else floats across the warm night air, the fragrance of roses and perhaps the faint scent of jasmine. Emily. I keep my eyes shut as I hear the determined click of her stiletto heels when she steps out onto the patio. Awareness is already prickling at my skin, my nerve endings coming to life with a burning need to touch her. I already know how smooth her delicate skin is, working and traveling together has put us in many situations where we've accidentally brushed against each other.  I know right now if I open my eyes she will be able to see the desire in them that I've fought hard to try hide from her. She is my employee and therefor is off limits, which if I'm honest, might be working to make me want her even more.

            "What are you doing out here?" she asks, moving past me and over to the railing. Once I hear her voice in front of me, I allow myself a peak at her. It's a terrible idea. Her long, toned legs are covered in a sheer nylon that shimmers just slightly with the small glow of the light from the room behind us. Her skirt is black and fitted, showing off her perfect ass and trim waist. I tip back my drink again, peering over the rim to the red flowing fabric of her blouse. She leans over and looks down at the street below us. I almost miss the way her skirt slips up just enough to reveal the lacey top of her stocking and the small black bow that rests on the strap of her garter.

            I feel more than hear the light huff, "fuck," that escapes my lips. If I didn't know better I would think Madeline's brothers chose Emily to test me. I put my glass down on the small table between the chairs and cross my arms, "I'm just thinking about things," I answer her. Not with the whole truth, because if that were the case I would have admitted that now I'm thinking about what sound she would make if I kissed her neck, or let my teeth lightly bite her as my hands moved up to explore her curves. Curves that right now have me shifting a bit in my chair.

            Emily turns around to face me, leaning back and resting her elbows on the railing behind her. Of course my eyes dip down to the swells of her breasts that are easily revealed by her low neckline. It takes me a little longer than usual to pull my eyes back up to her face. The alcohol in my bloodstream is slowing my movements and making the sight of her pump a heady rush of lust to all the right places.

She leans her weight on one elbow and uses her free hand to comb her fingers into her hair at the base of her neck before shaking loose the tight bun she'd been wearing all day. Her eyes are closed and her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth giving away the pleasure she must feel just from releasing the tension caused by her businesslike hairdo. It's not that she's trying to be overtly sexual, but everything about her screams sex whether she is aware of it or not. She's fucking gorgeous and I'm not allowed to have even a tiny taste.

I groan inwardly and rub a hand down my face, trying to clear my mind. Her voice sounds soft and sexy as she giggles, "I'm a pretty good listener," stepping toward me, but stopping to take her heels off one at a time. Each time she bends to remove one, her shirt falls open further exposing her breasts, which are barely covered in a black lacey bra. Her eyes lift to mine again, her hair falling in long dark waves around her face. I want to wrap it around my hand and tip her head back so I can finally taste the mouth inside those plump, sexy-as-sin lips. Her cheeks flush slightly under my gaze, but I can't look away.

The world tilts a little and I put one foot down on the ground beside my chair to help stop the drunken spins I feel coming on. I feel lightheaded and I know it's from a mix of the alcohol and the blood flow that is quickly leaving my head for a different part of my anatomy. She laughs softly again and I remember she had asked me a question. I give my head a small shake and feel the way my lips curl up on one side in a crooked grin. "My thoughts aren't really appropriate to share." I reach for my glass and raise it up to my lips, but find it empty. When had I finished it?

Emily sauntered a little closer. With a small shrug and a sly smile to match my own, she takes another step closer and drops her heels next to my chair. "Hmm," she purrs, "sometimes inappropriate thoughts are the best kind." A breath leaves my lungs in a rush. She's my employee, I try to remind myself--my sexy, curvy, flirty employee. I watch as she reaches for the bottle and lifts it to her mouth. Her tongue peeks out as she slides it across her bottom lip, wetting the flesh and making my heart pound inside my chest. It's innocent and yet so fucking erotic I can't help but to let my heavy lidded eyes follow along it's path, watching as she eventually tips the bottle up and swallows down a swing of the expensive drink. I watch her throat as she drinks down the alcohol. I want to trace its path along her thin neck with my tongue.

We have been playing this game for months now. I try to hold back, and she tries to push the boundaries. She has a lot less to lose than I do, but those reasons in my head are starting to get drowned out by the brandy and pure unadulterated desire that I've been feeling this whole trip. Madeline was my security blanket-I would never cheat on her. Now that blanket has slipped from my hands and we are both free to explore this part of our lives that has been so neglected these past years. I wouldn't take from Madeline that part of her when I knew we were destined to break-up.

It has been too long since I've felt a woman beneath me, too long since I've been able to lose myself in a night of fun without limits. But there are limits, right? Emily is this sinful package all tied up and I am forbidden from unwrapping it. Fuck, now I'm thinking about her being tied up. This night is only getting more dangerous. "I'm your boss, Emily." Her back is to me now as she fills my glass. She leans over a little to replace the glass stopper.

"I'm off the clock, Greg," she says matter-of-factly. I'm barely listening to the words coming out of her mouth as that tiny hidden bow has drawn my attention. My fingers lightly touch the back of her knee and I let them slide up along the silky stocking until I reach the hidden ribbon. I make my fingers stop when they reach their destination, and now I'm acutely focused on her every breath. I hear the way it stutters as she sucks it in and then how she tries to slow it down on her exhale. My touch has affected her, just like her nearness has brought my need for her to a place where I know I'm going to be in trouble for going. I just can't seem to stop myself from wanting this to go farther.

"It's sexual harassment to touch you like this," I open my palm and rest it where her lacey trim stops, leaving the smooth surface of her bare flesh above it. She turns towards me, but I don't look up. My hand is just beneath the hem of her skirt. I sit up a little so my other hand can slide up to match it on her other leg. She's in my hands, and I fight to not pull her closer.

"Only if I tell," she leans down a little, her fingers combing into my short hair. With a slight tug, she tips my head back so that I have to look into her eyes. She is standing above me and the position alone has me aching for her. It's so hot to look up at her face and see her flushed cheeks and wet lips. "And I'm not going to tell. We are two consenting adults, off the clock and out of town." She moves closer, bringing her breasts close to my face. Her fingers leave my hair and she covers my hands with hers. "I don't want you to be a gentleman. I just want you."

My will breaks and I release the small hooks that hold her stockings up with a quick pinch of my fingers. Then move to the straps in the front and do the same. My hands are splayed open now and slide easily up her thighs and around to the back of her legs before finally reaching her ass. I feel nothing but bare flesh beneath my palms and I know that I will never be able to forget what she wears beneath her skirts at work. I'm going to get turned on every time I see her in the skirt from now on. I pull her closer, lifting my face a little higher so I can capture her lips. Her hands tangle in my hair again and I groan as she pulls it slightly as her lips crush against mine.

There is nothing soft or slow about it, my tongue seeks her as I tuck my fingers around the thin lacey strap of her tiny panties and garter belt and pull them down her legs. As soon as they are out of the way, she pushes me back slightly, making room to straddle my lap as she tugs off my tie and begins going to work on my shirt buttons. Impatient, she only manages to open three before she pulls the opening apart with one movement sending buttons cascading along the cement around us.

I move on to her stockings, pushing them down her smooth legs and off her feet. I want her completely naked, but I don't think that I can wait. My hands are at her waist, pulling her blouse from the top of her skirt and lifting it up her body. I know what's beneath and I want to get to those thinly veiled breasts. She pulls away from my lips so I can get it off, but I don't wait for them to return, instead I open my mouth over her breast. I feel the scratch of the lace in my mouth, but also the pebbled skin of the tip of her breast. Her chest heaves and she arches into me.

I look up as I work my mouth over her and watch as she fights to keep her heavy lids open. Her cheeks are red and heated, her eyes glossy with desire. Her hand snakes between us and she unbuckles my belt expertly, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants to expose my boxers. "Off," she whispers, as if she can't think of any more words to piece together-not that she would need to as I'm already helping to push them down. I take off my socks quickly and she stands, removing her bra and skirt as I kick out of the pants and boxers at my ankles.

I reach for her waist again, pulling her down on top of me. I move my hands to her thighs and then hook her behind her knees and slide them up higher next to me so that she is now sitting on top. When her warmth makes contact with my taut skin, now stretched and firm, I hiss out a breath between my teeth. It's been too long since I've felt this high, the euphoria of hormones rushing in and taking over my head. I comb my fingers into her hair and pull her mouth to mine, tangling our tongues before pulling her away so I can run mine along her neck and suck her soft skin into my hot mouth.

            As she slides against me I realize that this is probably going to get me fired-then I realize that I don't even care. I can't work one more day around her without losing my mind if I can't have her. "Condom," I say, shutting my eyes tightly and cursing with the knowledge that I don't have one. I haven't had the need for one in a very long time.

            "Pill," she says just before taking me into her hand. My thoughts scramble as her touch sends the most amazing shutter up my spine. I can't help but lift my hips, pushing further into her grip. She's watching me, waiting for a response and I can't think of the words. I'm lust drunk and buzzed, but I mange to give a tight nod before returning my attention to her body.

            I'd like to say that we slow down-that we savor each move and sensation, but that's not what happens. It's been months of sexual tension building between us. She has been the forbidden fruit dangling in my face, taunting me with her unabashed sexuality and confident presence. We touch, slide, lick and nibble, pulling at each other as if we can't seem to get close enough. Nature is pulling at us too, driving us to get closer, rougher-more primal, all the while flooding us with sensations that feel like too much-too good, too pleasurable, too perfect. It's a race and a celebration all at once and when we finally reach the finish line, the two of us seem to explode with each other. Maybe it's better if I do get fired, because I know that once with Emily will never be enough.

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