Gregory Kingston

I walk out the elevator, but pause when Amanda shoots up to stand from her seat.

The woman had been my secretary for almost thirteen years, arrived here when she was just twenty two, yet I still cannot get over what she did to me last year.

It disappoints me more than it hurts me, that she would steal money from me, but I understood her predicament. Her ex husband was abusive and controlling, demanding that she get money from me or else he would harm their own daughter. Despicable man.

"Good afternoon Mr. Kingston." She softly greeted and I smile.

"Good afternoon Amanda dear." She returns her own smile to me as I walk forward, but it drastically drops, as she stared at something behind me. I chuckle, glancing at the man behind me, his cold expression only amusing me.

"Don't mind him Amanda, he's always like that." I tell her, and she nods glancing at him again. I walk forward towards my office with Robert hot on my trail.

"Oh and Amanda." I call turning to look at her, watching as she shoots up again.

"Cancel the rest of my appointments for today, and stop being on edge dear. I've already forgiven you." Her eyes tear up at my words, the sight of a few tears falling as she nods.

"Y-Yes sir." I give her one last smile and continue to my office.

"You should have fired her." Robert says as he closes the door behind us.

I go to speak but my office phone begins to ring, and I walk over to it answering, while never taking my eyes off the man as he came to take the chair next to my own that was left there yesterday when Paulina was here, placing it in front of my desk, sitting down.

"Kingston." I reach for the remote and press the button for the curtains to close. Robert stares at them as they do, before looking back to me, no reaction seen on his face.

"When will you be home?" Her voice demands and I bite down on my teeth.

"Why?"

"I invited Carl's parents over for dinner."

"Without my letting me know first Tabatha?" I hold my head in frustration.

"I don't need your permission Gregory. Be home by eight." She says and hangs up the phone. I slam the handle down on the holder, cursing under my breath.

I knew she only did this so we will have to play husband and wife, but dammit I can't stand it when she does things without telling me first.

"Your wife?" I nod, taking my own seat. Neither of us say anything for a moment, simply staring at each other.

I truly did not expect to see the man ever again. We were both at a bar that I own, it was late at night and the staff had left after I dismissed them, seeing as I was not about to leave anytime soon, and neither was the man that I had become acquainted with that sat next to me.

I remember us having great conversation before I drunkenly invited him to my office so we can continue to chat there, but I knew that was not going to happen.

When I sat in Smith's office and he called for a Mr. Dawson to come in, I did not expect the man I had allowed only one week prior to thoroughly satisfy my needs, to walk in.

To say we were both surprised would truly be an understatement.

"Will you not say anything?" I ask him and he grunts out in response, making me roll my eyes.
"Fine then. Regarding Amanda, I won't be firing her. She has been a hard worker for thirteen years. She just faced a very low point. "

"She stole $500 000 from you."

"And I got it all back." He narrows his eyes at me, and I smirk.

"Tell me Mr. Dawson..." I stand from my seat, walking to the front of my desk, sitting at the edge right next to him. His eyes travel down my body, and I clear my throat making them snap back up to my own.
 
"If you knew who I was, yet you still had relations with me, wouldn't you believe as my wife does; that you are out to ruin our name?" He remains silent, so I continue.
"You have very strong piece of evidence over us, and now you are my lawyer? You must understand my right to question your motives."

"Of course I knew who you were." I raise an eyebrow at that.
"But I did not plan or expect for the night to go the way it did. Are you telling me you expected to do the act with me that night?"

"No." I stand straighter as he stands.

"If I remember correctly," he steps towards me.
"We both had issues we needed to get away from, yet it lead to us bonding over more than just words." I stare into his eyes, memory of that night coming to mind.

"Family tends to be our greatest strength and weakness won't you agree?" I mutter, before I take another sip of the Hennessy in my glass, but decide to just drink it all off.

I could feel his eyes on me, so I turn to look at him.

"Won't you agree?" I repeat and he nods, yet I couldn't help but feel myself be drawn into him.

I take in a deep breath, as he glances down at my lips and then back up to my eyes.

"I truly did not expect for that to occur." I softly mutter, feeling myself slowly lose control the more I inhaled his rich cologne; each breath as if the scent coursed through my blood stream, spiking awake goosebumps to my skin, and the familiar itch in my groin and in my mind.

"Do you regret it?" He asks and I shake my head.

"No." I rest my hand against his chest, gripping tightly at his jacket. Get a grip on yourself Gregory.

"I regret nothing also." He says and leans down to kiss me, but we are cut off when the phone begins to ring. It's good that he didn't, because we shouldn't be doing this. My reputation would be dust if anyone is to come to know of my liking towards men, and not just any man, but colored men.

He steps away from me to allow me to reach for it, and I answer the phone not at all surprised by who it was.

"Gregory Kingston! I forbid you from having intercourse with that man. I forbid you!"

"Tabatha, I will see you tonight." I reply and hang up the phone, running my hand down my face in frustration.

"Your wife seems to love you dearly." I smile softly, nodding.

"Very much so. I am just apologetic that she has to deal with a husband like me." I glance down at his lips and then back at his eyes. The sight of his pupils dilating, proving that I was not the only one affected by the growing sexual tension between us.

"We should not do anything Gregory. It's abominable for two men to have relations." He states keeping his distance, but I step towards him.

"We should not indeed." I repeat, staring up at him. My hands itching to touch him.
"Yet we both have hard-ons." I give in to my urges and reach forward to touch him, watching as his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure but he grabbed hold of my hand stopping me.

"We shouldn't." He repeats, yet he did not stop me when I started to move my palm against him again.

"I would believe this is more than just a one time thing Robert." He stares into my eyes, still not stopping me when I begin to undo his pants.

"I think we bonded as friends over our similarity of issues, but the more we talked.." I push my hand into his trousers, wrapping my hand around his well endowed member; flashes of that night flowing through my mind.

So dominant. So satisfying. So bloody needed.

"The more we realized there was something greater than just two men talking." He grabs hold of my waist in a bruising grip, both of our chests beginning to raise and fall with more intensity.

The phone begins to ring again, but neither of us move this time, and I slowly descend to my knees, his eyes remaining locked to mines as I do.

"Gregory."

"Hmm?" I break contact to pull his pants down, licking my lips at the beautiful sight of him. He looked angry. Veins sticking out, the tip swollen and leaking of his seed. I take hold of him, sticking my tongue out and licking away the thick cream.

"Bloody hell Greg." He softly moans as I lick around the small hole again, his hand coming to grab at my hair. I take him into my mouth, suctioning at the soft head, his grip tightening, his penis twitching in my hand as I slowly stroked him.

"Dammit we need to stop." He grunts out, but I only take him further into my mouth.

"Harder Robert please. Bloody hell I needed this!" I yell as he thrusts deeper into my hole.

"Freak Gregory."
"Freak Gregory." He moans as I cautiously close my teeth around him slightly and a shiver runs through his body and I hum pleased by the reaction.

"Do it again." He demands and I obey, earning a louder grunt from him.
"Tap my thighs if it's too much and I'll stop." He says and I nod, allowing him to take the control he needs, as I needed him too. He increases his pace, more forceful with his thrusts, his tip hitting the back of my throat over and over again. I remember how he had moaned loudly when he realized I did not have a gag reflex our first time.

I moan around him, and he moans my name. Though my lungs cried for air, I hallow my throat as he thrusts forward and he staggers a bit, making me tighten my hold on his legs, repeating the action again.

"Fucking-" he pulls out from my mouth, pulling me to stand and slamming his lips against mine, his hands rushing to unbutton my pants, and I quickly take it off, before going back to kiss him.

His hands come to cup my asscheeks, roughly squeezing them. With a loud smacking sound we pull away again, and he lifts me up resting me to sit on the table.

"Lubricant."

"Just put it in."

"Are you sur-"

"Yes!" He stares at me for a bit, before he spits into his hand surprising me. I watch in awe and fully aroused as he rubbed his saliva over his length, before angling the monster to my hole.

"Wrap your arms around my neck." He commands, and I immediately do as told. I arch into him as he pushes forward, the pain only adding to the pleasure.

"Dammit I love how you feel." I moan, dazedly staring into his eyes.

"Tell me when I can move."

"Freaking move." He slowly pulls out, before slamming back into me, and I bite down on my bottom lip to suppress the loud moan that threatened to burst from my lips. The feeling of both pain and pleasure coursing through my body.

"Isn't your office soundproofed? Smith told me that it is." He asks and I nod, but moan out loudly when he slams into me again, hitting my prostate.

"Good. I want to hear you." He suspends my legs onto his arms, and I hold tighter to him, throwing my head back, as the pleasure becomes purely to overwhelming.

I knew it was wrong. I knew desiring a man was abominable. I kept the front, and kept my promise for many years, yet I needed it. I craved it. The itch was slowly becoming apparent, I started glancing more at men, thoughts would fill my mind; dreams of absolute pleasure.

I started to detest penetrating her, started to detest her. So to save myself and my marriage, I did what needed to be done.

He pushes himself deeper within me, pulling my body down to him, while he pushed forward. My eyes roll to the back of my head, arms falling limp from his neck, as I fall back against the table, loudly moaning as he releases in me, and I climax all over my stomach and chest.