Bridget closed the door as the last person left and locked it soundly. It was finally over.

It had been a ridiculously long day, even for an open house. As a real estate agent, she completed more than her share of open houses, but none of them had been liked this. Most of them were for average homes in nice suburban neighborhoods not a gigantic mansion. Just a week earlier, her boss had handed Bridget her first high end property to sell — but there was a catch. She was only managing it for a week while he was on vacation. The asking price was $3.9 million dollars. That meant that if she could sell this house quickly, her part of the commission would be more than her entire income for the last two years!

She had been working tirelessly this week to get that sale. She had done showings, called every agent she knew that could be interested, scheduled a two day open house — everything she could think of. But today was the last day she had and her boss was returning tomorrow. She checked her phone for the fifth time in as many minutes. There was one couple that had come to the open house and seemed very interested. If they made an offer on the home today, she would be set!

But for now, she just had to wait. She started cleaning up and shutting down the house. It really was a beautiful place she thought as she looked around it again. It was hard to believe that her client, Dillon Fritz, had enough money to just buy and sell properties like this as investments. The house was more luxurious than the best hotel she had ever stayed at. The kitchen was granite and stainless steel, the living room was bigger than her entire apartment and the backyard was amazing. She went outside and looked around again. The backyard was an entire living area on its own. It was more luxurious than anything she had ever seen. Instead of a barbeque, it had an area that was decked out like a kitchen — everything from a running sink, under counter refrigerators and the most wonderful grill she had ever seen. While most people had a chair or two outside, this yard had three separate lounging areas, complete with tables, chairs and lounges. She threw herself into one of the soft cushioned chairs and just melted into it.

She just laid there for a little while, enjoying the warm sun and looked longingly at the in-ground pool. It was large and inviting, with a running waterfall, and a loose, flowing shape. She wished she could just jump in and relax for a bit in a pool like that.

When the phone rang, she was so surprised she nearly dropped it. She caught it mid-bounce and answered it trying to sound calm and collected.

“Hey Bridget?” the voice on the other side said.

“Melissa?”

“Yeah, it’s me. My clients decided that they did want to bid on the house. I’ll be sending you an offer letter for 3.5. I think it’s a fair price.”

Bridget was ecstatic. Even though the offer was $400,000 less than the asking price, she knew enough about her client, to know that he would make a deal. He had gotten the property in a foreclosure and her boss said he would be willing to go as low as $3.3 to make the sale happen, just to make sure it wasn’t sitting vacant too much longer. Not to say that he wasn’t going to make money — rumor was he had invested less than two in this property. Just the same, she might be able to get more.

“Well, send it over. But that is $400,000 less than our asking price — I don’t know that our client will accept the offer.”

Melissa just laughed casually, “And so it begins. We can negotiate later this week. Anyway, have a good night. I’m sending the offer to your email as we speak. You should have it” and she paused “now.”

Bridget’s phone dinged as she received the email. She was so excited she couldn’t believe it.

“Got it! Good night, Melissa.”

“Night Bridget!”

She hung up the phone and twirled around with happiness. She had done it. She had sold the place! She threw herself into back into the lounge chair and relaxed for the first time in a week. She laid in the warm sun, enjoying the feeling of it on her arms and legs. The house would be sold in the next few weeks and her commission check would pay off all her bills and leave her money for the next few months. Plus, if all went well, this sale could lead to other high end properties.

Bridget was more excited that she had ever remembered being. The last few years had been rough on her. It seemed like everything in her life had been slowing down. First the real estate market tanked and then even her love life had slowed down. But now, now, she had the deal in her hand and was ecstatic. She kicked off her shoes and decided to take a bit of a break in this beautiful yard. She leaned back in the chair and looked longingly at the pool. What she really needed was a swim. Her eyes darted around the yard it was so large that the nearest house couldn’t see in to the pool. She walked to the water and dunked her toe in. It was beautiful, warm enough to be enjoyable and cool enough to be relaxing. She hiked up her skirt and sat gingerly on the edge letting her feet dangle into the warm water.

She wondered what it would be like to take a swim in the opulent pool, and just relax for a change. She considered, it but hesitated. It wasn’t her house after all, and a real estate agent wasn’t supposed to be hopping in other people’s pools. On the other hand, the open house was over, there was no one else coming by and the house had been vacant for months. The odds of anyone catching here was so low as to be irrelevant.

Finally, she made up her mind. She stripped off her clothes and carefully placed them on a nearby chair. For a moment she considered leaving on her underwear as a makeshift bathing suit, but then decided against it… having dry clothes would be better.

Feeling a bit naughty, she walked toward the pool and down the steps. Soon the water was up to her waist and it was as wonderful as she thought. She dove the rest of the way and rolled onto her back to float lightly on the water. She listened to the waterfall in the distance and closed her eyes enjoying the sound. It was really the perfect day.

Megan sighed with frustration as she sat in her oppressively hot kitchen and looked at her watch. She had been waiting nearly all day and the electrician still hadn’t arrived.

She considered calling Chris again, but finally dismissed it as a bad idea. After all, he was the one who had gotten her into this mess! When he offered to rewire her AC for a six-pack of beer, she thought she was getting a bargain. But after she saw his work, she realized she had overpaid.

The AC turned on, but it shut off at random intervals and half the time it blew warm air. Even worse, he actually ran the wires on the outside of the wall. She had never seen anything like it. Finally this morning, she had tried to fix it herself, but that only made matters worse. Now the AC wouldn’t turn on and there wasn’t any power in the bedrooms or the bathrooms.

She sipped at her ice water sullenly as she realized just how bad things had gotten. When she bought the huge house, she moved in thinking it would be her dream home. As costs mounted, she realized it was turning into a nightmare. It seemed like every time she tried to do something herself to save a few dollars the problem would only get worse.

Now, she had been waiting almost the entire day and was just hoping this repair would be affordable. When the bell finally rang, Megan jumped to her feet and nearly ran to the door.

When she opened the door, she was surprised by the man on the other side. His biceps stretched the too-small T-shirt to its limit. His broad chest tapered to a flat stomach and powerful legs. Megan took a deep breath and for a moment forgot what she was doing.

“I’m Brian. Did you call about an electrical problem?” he asked with a charming smile.

“A what?” she said, her mind not working quite right after that smile. She stared into his light green eyes and idly wondered what it would be like to run her fingers over those large muscles.

“Your electric,” he asked simply, with a confident grin, “is it broken?”

Suddenly Megan felt incredibly foolish as she realized how she had been staring. She wondered what had come over her. She gathered herself together and opened the door wider.

“Yes, of course, my electric,” she stumbled, “the problem is outside,” she said as she pointed to the back door.

He smiled again, and Megan nearly melted. When he walked through the house Megan couldn’t help watching him. He body was all strength and sinew. She found herself wondering if all of him would be that big and hard and then caught herself.

She led him outside to where the air conditioning system was sitting and he looked it over quickly.

“Wow, who did this?” he asked with genuine surprise.

“I had a guy hook up the AC yesterday.”

“Well, if you have his license number, he could probably be thrown into jail for this.”

Megan smiled weakly. “Well, no, he was just a friend.”

He continued to stare at the mess “and why did he pull the wires out of the wall?”

“Well,” she added her cheeks flushing, “I actually did that part this morning when I was trying to fix it.”

He looked at her and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked with surprise.

“The thing is, I’m not supposed to touch a problem this bad. Electrical work of this magnitude requires a permit from the city. But after that you can probably get it done for under a couple thousand dollars.”

She was still thinking of how long it would take to get a permit when she realized what he’d just said. “Wait, a couple thousand dollars?”

He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the exposed wires. “These wires aren’t even rated to carry this much current and will need to be completely redone. If your guy used that grade wire here, I’ll need to re-check the entire house and that isn’t cheap. When people cut corners like this, people can die. To be honest, I’ve done electrical work for years and I have never seen a mess this bad.”

Megan was overwhelmed by the enormity of the problem. She leaned back against the wall of her house, slid down to the ground and put her head in her hands. She was out of money, she was out of credit and her house was about to spontaneously combust.

“Isn’t there anything you can do?” she asked looking up at him, “I just don’t have that kind of money. Is a permit really necessary?”

“Look, I would love to help out, but, I could lose my license,” he said seriously, looking down at her.

Tears began forming in her eyes and she looked away. “What am I supposed to do?” she asked, more to herself than to him. The silence hung between them.

“Sometimes you need to be creative,” he said pointedly.

“What do you mean?” she asked, looking up with hope in her eyes.

“Just how much do you want my help?” he asked suggestively, his thumb casually resting inside the waist of his jeans.

She felt a surge of hope and looked up at him.

“Well, I don’t suppose anyone could blame me if I helped out a close friend” he said.

Megan looked at him in confusion but suddenly realized what he meant. Butterflies ran through her stomach and her mouth dropped open.

“No, I can’t,” she started and corrected herself, “I mean, I won’t,” she said more firmly.

“No problem. Just trying to find a way to help,” he said simply and he turned away and started to collect his things. “Remember to shut off the electric as soon as possible before this thing starts a fire. I will report this to the city tomorrow morning so they should be by later in the week.”

Megan looked down, realizing the severity of her situation. She hated the idea of trading herself like this, but she didn’t see any other choice.

“No please, don’t leave,” she said still sitting on the ground, “Please, I’ll do anything if you will help me.”

He walked back over and stood in front of her, his eyes locked on hers. “Really?” he asked looking down at her.

She gulped and wondered just what she had gotten herself into. “Yes.”

“Then show me. Unzip my pants.”

Megan eyes opened large with surprise but raised herself onto her knees obediently. Her head was now directly in front of the large bulge in his pants and she just stared, hesitating.

“Well, should I go?” he said.

“No,” she said quickly and swallowed hard. “Please don’t.”

Her hands slowly moved up to the top of his stomach, touching hard muscle along the way. She undid the button slowly and took a deep breath as her fingers found his zipper. She could feel him beneath her hands, his cock, large and hard and wondered what he would look like. As she undid the zipper, she realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and tingles ran down to her stomach.

She pulled the zipper down all the way and his large member jutted free. She looked at his hard cock with surprise as she realized just how thick and long he was and felt her panties get damp. She had never seen a man that big before. She found herself wondering what a cock that large would feel like inside her and her pussy muscles contracted tightly.

“Show me what a good job you can do,” he said as he pushed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. He stood in front of her, his cock erect and his balls hanging heavily beneath a nest of dark sandy curls.

Megan took a deep breath and cupped his balls with one hand as the other ran along the base of his shaft. She wrapped her hand around him and she was surprised when she realized her thumb barely met her other fingers. She squeezed him gently and couldn’t believe how firm his cock had become. Gently, she ran her hand down and up his giant cock and she felt him get even harder. She stared at the dark purple tip and watched entranced as a small amount of his juice came out.

Brian pushed her head down and she gasped as she understood his silent demand. She felt tingles of excitement travel to her stomach as she leaned her mouth toward his large throbbing cock. When she flicked her tongue out and tasted the salty precum on his tip, she wanted more. Slowly she ran her tongue along the large head, licking his cock and tasting his salty juice. She placed her lips at his tip and opened her mouth slightly to take him inside. When she had his entire head in her mouth, she pulled away again, letting her tongue dance over the tip of his cock.

“That’s a good girl,” he moaned and it sent shivers of excitement through her, making her bolder and more aggressive. She pushed her mouth down again, this time taking him in farther before she pulled away. He put his hands up and steadied himself on the wall of the house behind her and she felt heady with the excitement and control.

Gently she squeezed his balls as her mouth took him in again. She started sucking up and down on his throbbing cock running her tongue along his length. One hand squeezed the base of him while the other lightly rubbed his balls. Each time she sucked him into her mouth, she took him a bit farther in and she felt him getting harder. When he groaned loudly, she felt herself become slick with her own excitement.

He pulled her roughly to her feet and she saw the arousal in his face as he looked at her. She kept her hands on his cock, massaging his balls and sliding her fingers gently along his thick member.

“Not yet,” he said simply as he released a ragged breath.

He looked in her eyes and she felt herself take a quick breath. He put his hands to her waist and slowly slid them under the small tank top. She felt his hands travel along the front of her breasts and it sent warm shivers through her.

“Take it off,” he ordered.

“But, I thought,” she began and he cut her off.

“You want it fixed right, don’t you?”

She took a deep breath and pulled the tank over her head to reveal the soft lacy bra beneath. He ran his hands over the silky fabric and quickly undid the clasp, sliding the bra to the ground. He explored her breasts, rolling the nipples tenderly between his fingertips until they stiffened under his touch. Tendrils of fire made their way to her pussy and she knew her panties must be soaked.

Brian cupped one full breast in his hand and leaned over to take her nipple into his mouth. His teeth ran over her erect nub and she gasped from the sensation. As his mouth teased her, his hands moved lower and lower until they reached her short jean shorts and undid the button.

Megan jumped with surprise and tried to move his hands away. Brian easily pushed her hands aside and continued to unzip the shorts “You don’t have much choice,” he said simply as he pushed her shorts down to her feet. His hand slid along her body until it found her pussy. He pushed his palm against her soft mound pressing her clit through her thin panties.

“Well?” he asked as her pushed her panties down to the floor. His hands ran along the inside of her thighs and slowly traveled up to her sensitive slit. His hands rubbed against her, and his fingers slid along her wet fold. His fingers slowly opened her pussy, found her small bud and rubbed it gently. “Well, what do you want?”

She gasped as his thumb made circles over the sensitive nub. She knew she should tell him to leave, she knew she should find another way, and she tried to muster some defense. But when his hand squeezed the tiny bud, all thoughts of what was appropriate fled her mind. He slid a finger inside her and she felt electricity shoot up through stomach and to her breasts.

“You are so wet,” he said as his finger slid in and out of her slick pussy. “The truth is you want to be fucked. Don’t you?”

She moaned as she realized he was right. This man, this stranger had her so aroused that all she could think about was how much she wanted his big hard cock inside of her. Her pussy muscles contracted involuntarily around his finger and she knew he had his answer.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked again as his other hand cupped her breast. His thumb found her nipple and he ran his nail across it suggestively.

She gasped from the sensation and leaned back against the wall to steady herself. His calloused fingers played with her erect nipple, sending thrills through her breasts and down to her pussy.

“You’re soaked,” he said as he slipped another finger into her slick channel. “You are enjoying this aren’t you?”

She wasn’t used to a man having this much control over her body as she realized she was lost and ready to do whatever he asked. Megan’s body was on fire. All she could think about was fucking him, feeling his large cock inside her, her body wrapped around him.

“You don’t just want to be fucked, you need to be fucked. Don’t you?” He squeezed her clit for emphasis, sending sensations rushing through her pussy. “Tell me,” he said pausing to suck on her nipple, “Tell me you want to be fucked.”

“Yes,” she reluctantly admitted.

“Then let’s see just how ready you are,” he said as he swept her up in his arms. He carried her into the house and put her down on her living room rug, spreading her legs apart and kneeling between them.

“Now, hold your knees back and open your legs wide,” he ordered as he bent her knees toward her and pushed her inner thighs apart. “Perfect,” he said looking down at her pussy spread open in front of him.

Brian’s hands slid along her warm wet slit and she felt warm chills run through her. He pulled her pussy lips apart and revealed her small nub. He made soft circles over her swollen clit and she threw her head back, closing her eyes, not believing how fast everything was happening. His fingers slid along her wet pussy and she moaned as they brushed her little nub again. When his thumb ran across it softly her hips arched in response.

“Your little pussy is just begging to be fucked, isn’t it?” he asked as he pushed her legs even further apart. She let out a deep sigh as her pulse began to race.

Suddenly, she felt him stop and she moaned in frustration, raising her hips up to him. He pushed her back down and shifted. She felt a slight breeze on her face and her eyes flew open. He’d swung his leg over and his cock was dangling right over her face. She knew what he wanted and she wanted it too.

She parted her lips to take him into her mouth and felt his tongue resume its assault on her clit. She took him deep and moaned on his cock. His chest pressed down on her legs, pushing them until they were as far apart as they could go. Her hands moved to the base of his cock, gently touching his balls and squeezing the base of his shaft. As she sucked him into her mouth, she felt his tongue trace circles around her clit while he slid a finger inside her throbbing pussy.

The sensations were so intense that Megan was overwhelmed. She felt like her body was on fire, excitement shooting through her as he sucked on her and drove her crazy.

She moaned softly, but Brian kept teasing her keeping her just on the edge of climax, stopping just before she found her release. Her breathing began to get ragged and she started sucking harder on his large cock, trying to take as much into her mouth as she could.

Brian’s tongue ran the length of her pussy, sliding along the tiny bud and she knew she was nearly undone. When he slid a second finger inside her she groaned with pleasure as her orgasm began to build in her stomach. Every time he licked her clit, she sucked harder on his cock, as she felt her body becoming overwhelmed by the sensations.

Megan was beyond control, writhing underneath him and pressing her pussy up into his skilled mouth. He sucked hard on her clit and when he slid a third finger inside her it sent her over the edge. He continued to tease her little bud, drawing out her orgasm and overwhelming her senses.

Her pussy was pulsing with her need and her body still ached for him. Before she could calm down he turned, and in one swift motion, his mouth met hers and his cock pushed against her hot opening.

“I am going to enjoy fucking your soaking wet pussy,” he said whispering softly into her ear as his cock pressed against her.

He pushed the head of his cock slowly inside her and she felt her pussy ache as her body stretched to accommodate his thick member.

“God, you’re so tight,” he grunted as he continued to inch his way further inside her. He pushed forward slowly, forcing her tight channel to accept his large cock.

Megan moaned with pleasure as she felt her pussy open reluctantly as he penetrated her even further. The deeper inside her he pushed, the more overwhelming the sensation became.

“Oh god,” she moaned as she felt his balls gently touch her ass. Her body was stretched beyond anything she had ever imagined, a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. He remained there for a moment, letting her get used to his size.

Megan had never had a man fill her pussy so completely. Her muscles clenched tightly around him and she felt him get even harder. Instinctively, she pushed up against his erection, driving him even deeper inside. He groaned as pulled himself out slowly and began a steady rhythm, pounding her hard and fast, his balls hitting against her ass. Megan pushed up to meet him as he plunged inside her and felt her body begin to build to another climax. With each stoke, she felt herself getting more overwhelmed and the orgasm growing.

His breathing was losing control as he pounded her harder and faster. Suddenly, Megan arched her back as wave after wave of orgasm overwhelmed her body and she began to tremble uncontrollably. With each new stroke, she felt her body overcome with sensation. His rhythm became even harder and faster as his balls slapped against her ass. He groaned with his desire and with one last, hard thrust, he came, cock buried deep inside her, pulsing as he came inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body still in shock from the mind blowing orgasms she had just had.

An immeasurable time later, Brian lifted himself up onto his elbows and hovered over her, his lips just out of reach. He brushed a wayward hair off her cheek and leaned down and kissed her.

“I’ll be back tonight to redo all the electrical,” he said simply “You certainly met your end of our deal.”

Megan’s was speechless. He seemed so casual that she couldn’t help wondering if this was still just a business deal to him. She knew they hadn’t had time to talk or even think, but she had been so overwhelmed by her response to him that she thought he felt it too.

“Wow, this place really isn’t built well for a new house,” he said as looked around her house idly. Megan could not believe how distant he seemed as he analyzed every inch of the house. His cock was still inside her! How could even think about the house? She wanted to just close her eyes and disappear, but he was still lying on top of her, trapping her there next to him.

“You know,” he said as he continued to scan the room “I am also a pretty decent handyman and frankly, from what I see here, I think you need one. It would have to be a fair trade again,” he said with a cocky grin, his eyes locked on hers. “So, what do you say? Do you need any help with this big house?”

Megan looked up at him wondering if he meant what she hoped he meant, “Well, yes, I suppose I could use some help,” she answered hesitantly.

“Of course, it won’t be easy. A job like this could take months to get in shape. Do you think you could get used to me hanging around here regularly?” he asked with a wicked smile that promised more.

She smiled, as she understood what he had in mind. “Why yes. Yes I think I could.”

Her legs were burning and she was out of breath by the time she saw her gate come into view. She kept running, even though the sign said “Departed” hoping that maybe it was wrong and there was a chance that she could still board the plane. She stopped in front of the gate assistant, gasping for air as she tried to speak. “Please, I have to get onto the 5:40 flight to the Grand Caymans”.

The airline employee on the other side of the desk looked up, calm, collected and polite but completely indifferent. “I am so sorry Miss, but the flight has already taken off. If you would like, we can see if there’s space on the next flight out.”

Lisa took a deep breath and exhaled slowly in relief. “Oh, thank you. I was so worried I would miss the wedding,” she said as she tried to catch her breath.

The ticket machine clicked and clattered as her new ticket was printed. “Here you are Miss,” he said with a smile. “Your ticket is all set for 5:40 tomorrow, to the Grand Caymans.”

“Tomorrow!” she nearly shouted. “I can’t leave tomorrow, I have to leave today! The wedding is tomorrow afternoon and I’m the maid of honor! Please, you have to get me on another flight.”

“Well, I could try to move you to the 1:30 tomorrow on standby if you would like, but…”

She cut him off, “No, that doesn’t work. I need to be on the beach by 1pm.” Lisa could feel herself getting more and more upset. “First your company kept us on the tarmac in New York for nearly four hours without an explanation and because of it I missed my flight. Now you’re saying there is nothing you can do?”

“I am so sorry miss, but there are no other flights out tonight. We can however offer you a voucher for $100 to compensate you for your trouble.”

Lisa shook her head, unwilling to accept what he was telling her but it was no use. She fought a little longer, but eventually gave up and threw herself into one of the nearby empty seats, upset and frustrated.

She had been best friends with Bridget since they roomed in college and Bridget had always been there for her. Now, Bridget was getting married after a whirlwind romance to real estate tycoon Dillon Fritz and Lisa was going to miss the wedding. She let out a heavy sigh as she looked at her ticket, trying desperately to think of any way to get to the remote islands.

“…yeah, to the Grand Caymans tonight,” an airline employee said on the phone as he walked past. “It’s a private charter flight for Mr. Adam Cole. I think it leaves at 7pm.”

Lisa’s ears perked up as she overheard the conversation and had an idea. She picked up her phone and pretended to dial.

“Bridget, hey, this is Lisa. I am so sorry to tell you I missed my flight, and it looks like I won’t be able to make your wedding after all,” she spoke loudly and looked over at the gate attendant as she did so. He looked back at her and gave her a weak little smile.

She continued, “No, there aren’t any more flights out today,” and paused for effect. “No, I made it as far as Miami… Miami, Florida, duh. What’s so funny? What do you mean Adam’s here? Shut up! Seriously!?!?!? Do you know what time he’s supposed to leave? Oh, thank god. Ok, I’ll find him and see you tonight.” She looked up at the gate attendant excitedly, put her hand over the phone and whispered to him.

“Where do the private flights leave from?”

He looked over and cocked his head. “Well, they could leave from any gate; it depends on the type of plane, the pilot…”

She cut him off, “It’s the bride's good friend, Adam Cole,”

He interrupted her, “She is good friends with the Adam Cole, the billionaire? Really?” he said doubtfully.

“Yes.” she answered hoping that she sounded more confident than she felt. “And he has a charter flight leaving tonight and she said he would take me. I just need the gate — she is arranging everything as we speak. Where should I go?” she asked urgently.

Flustered the gate attendant looked at his computer and back up at her. “Well, Mr. Cole is leaving from gate B12, but you aren’t listed as a guest, and I don’t see how…”

His voice trailed off behind her as she closed her phone and darted for Gate B12. She was going to find a way to make this flight no matter what.

“ This is ridiculous”, Amber thought as she drove past the newly posted sign on the road. She had been driving this trail for years, and suddenly, there was a “No Trespassing” sign blocking the way down to the creek. She wanted to ignore it and just keep riding, but someone had downed a tree across the trail for emphasis.

Amber stared at the sign and the tree, getting more and more annoyed. After the day she had just had, the last thing she needed was another bad surprise. She had just found out that her boyfriend of nearly a year had been cheating on her for months. She still couldn't figure out how that had happened. When they had been together, he had always been so timid and polite, even saying please and thank you in bed. She never thought he would be the type to cheat.

Now she had given him the boot and needed a fresh start. This trip was supposed to be the beginning, a chance to clear her head and start over. She had taken the top off the Jeep and had planned to drive all the way to the creek. Instead her trail was now blocked!

She cursed whoever had thought public land didn't need to be used by the public and considered her options. It was just too beautiful of a day to stop, she decided. She pressed the gas down just a bit as she eased her Jeep off the trail and over the brush. Whoever had restricted the trail would eventually learn it would take more than a downed tree to stop an off-roading vehicle like her Jeep. She gave it a bit more gas and the car crested the small hill and soon the tree trunk and irritating sign were far behind her.

She drove slowly, enjoying the scenery and choosing her course carefully. When she got to the water, she drove up until her car’s front tires were nearly in the water. She stripped down to her bathing suit and waded into the warm creek. It was perfect and just what she needed. When she got out, she felt like a new person. She rested across the hood of her car, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the babble of the water and the feel of the warm sun on her face.

She heard the hoof-beats faintly in the distance, but when they got louder, she opened her eyes to find the rider. Across the creek, she could just make out a man riding along one of the distant trails. She couldn't see much, but he reminded her of a cowboy from a movie. He was wearing a wide brim hat and even from a distance she could tell was that he belonged in a saddle. The horse galloped quickly but the rider looked comfortable and relaxed, the two of them moving like one down the road. She smiled wistfully as she wondered what it would be like to be with a man like that. She’d always wanted someone like that, someone who was strong, masculine and confident — someone who didn't ask for every kiss while sneaking off behind her back.

Finally, she made a decision. She got back in her Jeep, threw it into reverse and hit the gas. The sound of here tires spinning against the sand made a louder noise than she expected. She kept her foot on the gas, but the car didn’t move. Instead it threw sand everywhere as the tires sunk into the soft soil. She saw the rider look over in her direction and he turned to head her way. She stopped for a moment then pressed the gas again. The car sunk a bit lower into the tire tracks.

She smiled as he got closer and she was able to make out more of his features. He was large, probably over six feet tall and all muscle. He wore a black tight fitting t-shirt, with blue jeans and a pair of dark brown cowboy boots. As he got closer, she realized that his skin was tanned from long days outside and he had strong, crisp features. Amber sighed and wondered why she had never found a guy like that.

She got out of her car as he approached and marveled at how solid he was. Every motion appeared considered and deliberate. When he stopped his horse in front of her, he smiled and she felt butterflies run through her stomach. He swung off the horse and dropped the reigns, giving the horse the ability to graze.

“Afternoon,” he said as tipped his hat politely and looked over at the Jeep. “My name's Cody and it looks like you may have a bit of a problem.”

“Amber,” she said as she smiled up at him and extended her hand. He reached across and shook it, his grasp firm and strong. “Thanks for coming over,” she said with a smile.

“Looks like your car’s stuck.”

She looked over at the tires that were halfway covered with sand and shrugged, “Sure looks that way.” His light blue eyes were staring boldly at her and smiled flirtatiously back. She placed her hands on her hips and gave him a pouty look. “Any chance you could give me a hand?”

Cody smiled back at her and she got lost in his light blue eyes.

“Of course. Always happy to help,” he answered as looked her over.

She watched as he made his way over to the jeep and inspected the trench she had made with the tires. He leaned over and she enjoyed seeing his muscular legs strain the back of his jeans.

“It does seem to be stuck,” he asked, as he looked the car over carefully. He stood up again and turned his attention back to Amber. “How did you get here anyway? Isn't there a sign posted down that road, saying that vehicles aren't allowed in this area.”

Amber just shrugged her shoulders, making her breasts rise and fall dramatically. She watched him carefully to make sure he noticed and then rolled her eyes for added effect. “Yeah, but I have been riding this trail for years. I don't see how anyone could expect to shut it down with nothing more than a silly little sign.”

“Well, sometimes signs like that are there for a reason. Ignoring them can have some pretty steep consequences.”

“Well, what are you a meter maid? Are you going to give me a parking ticket,” she taunted with an impish grin.

“No,” he said with a serious tone, “but I am a park ranger.”

“Oh, I see,” she said and let out a heavy sight. She shook her head as she realized what had just happened. While she though he was coming over to flirt, he had just been investigating a park violation. She realized she had been making a fool of herself flirting with him and decided to just cut her losses.

“Well, in that case, I guess I'll just have to get out of here before I do get a ticket.” She turned and started toward her car, disappointed that the one cute guy she met in weeks was just doing his job.

“You can't just leave,” he said before she could get into the car.

Amber stopped and turned back to him, “And why not?”

His light blue eyes stared intently at her. “I don't think you understand. You drove into a restricted area. That is a criminal offense.”

“You can't be serious,” she said as she moved her hands to her hips. “That's ridiculous.”

“Yes, I am. As a matter of fact, that soft sand you just dug your tires into is home to a species of endangered turtles. They lay their eggs in the banks of this creek and when you drove your Jeep over the bank, you probably crushed those fragile eggs. Every egg you damaged could be a separate violation which could net you tens of thousands of dollars in fines and up to a year in jail.”

“You have got to be kidding,” she said looking down at the sand around here. “But, I don't see anything here!” she said worried for the first time.

“Sorry, but the Environment Protection Agency takes these things very seriously.”

“Look, I'm sorry, really I am. I should have read the sign, but I didn't,” she told him and realized that she meant it. “But please, you can't write me up for this. If I promise not to do it again, can't you just let me off with a warning?”

“You want to let you off with a warning?” He asked looking her over and smiling suggestively “Maybe, after you have proved to me that you learned your lesson.”

“Sure,” she answered, happy to have an option that didn't involve a hefty fine and jail time. “Anything.”

“Ok, then turn around, put your hands on the car and spread your legs.”

“What? Why?”

He looked her up and down. “Either I can deliver a fitting punishment right now, or I can just report you to the Environmental Protection Agency and you can learn your lesson with a large fine and maybe some jail time.”

Amber didn't know what to say. She didn't want to have to deal with a fine and a criminal charge, but she couldn't imagine what his punishment could be. Of course, having a large, attractive man just inches from her wasn't helping her think. He stared down at her and the intense look in his light blue eyes made her catch her breath.

“Well, what have you decided? Accept your punishment from me, or…” He let the sentence trail off and shrugged his shoulders.

Amber felt his gaze travel up and down her body and suddenly understood his meaning. Her cheeks flushed and stood there unable to think or speak. She knew she should say something, protest or fight, but her brain failed her with his body so close to hers.

When she didn't answer he placed his hands possessively on her waist and she felt her body tingle where he touched her. He ran his hand down her hips and she stood there, frozen by his gentle touch.

“Now, turn around, lean over and put your hands on your bumper,” he whispered his voice gentle and yet demanding.

It was almost surreal as she followed his instructions. She did what he said, turned to face her car, leaned forward and put her hands on the hood of the Jeep. He moved behind her and she felt a hard bulge brush lightly against her thigh. It sent warm tingles up through her body. His hands moved along her hips and she realized that all that stood between him and her sex was her small black bikini.

“Move your head lower,” he ordered and she complied, moving forward a bit more until she was leaning on her elbows.

“All the way down, Amber,” he commanded his voice deep and sultry.

The butterflies in her stomach started to fly around wildly as she realized just what she had gotten herself into. She had wanted this man, had been flirting with him, but now, she didn’t know what to expect. She took a deep breath and moved her arms from underneath her head leaving her head nearly lying on the bumper. She felt her ass up in the air and her body tensed as she wondered what he was going to do to her.

“That's a good girl,” he said as his hands slid down her hips and over her legs. He ran his hands along the front of her sex, pressing against her and rubbing her clit slowly through the thin bathing suit. She realized she was getting wet and aroused. His hands slid back up to her waist and she gasped as she felt him pull on the bottom of her bathing suit.

She was so startled she tried to stand up, but a strong hand pressed against her back holding her in place. “Don't move, Amber,” he ordered firmly, keeping her where she was. “I want my hand against your bare ass when I spank you.”

Amber couldn't believe what he just said. Her whole body tensed and her mouth opened in surprise. She knew she should leave, that she should just take her chances with the violation, but she couldn't. She told herself it was because of the fine and the possible jail time, but part of her knew that was a lie.

His hand pushed the suit down carefully, deliberately inching it over her ass a little bit at a time, exposing more and more of Amber’s rear end and she didn't move. He continued pulling it down until it was down around her knees and her ass was fully exposed.

His hands touched her inner thighs and played lightly between her legs sending chills fanning throughout her pussy. Every place he touched was on fire and she was shocked by the excitement she was feeling.

His hand ran along her buttock, cupping her bottom and sliding up and down along her soft curves. Amber gasped as she felt one of his hands slide along her crack and down to her pussy. She started to move away again, but his strong hands kept her from moving much. “Be good,” he ordered “You don't want to make your punishment worse do you?”

He slid his hand off her back and ran it down over her ass, until it was low, hovering between her ass and her pussy. “Now let’s see if you can get off with just a warning,” he said suggestively as his hand left her ass.

Suddenly, she felt his hand come down on her in a quick stinging slap that sent a firestorm of sensation through her. Amber moaned as his hand landed low and hard against her pussy. “You knew you weren't allowed to do this,” he said as his hand hit her ass. “And you know you deserve this,” he said with another hard smack. Before she could gather her thoughts his hand came down again, and she let out a soft “Oh”. When he spanked her a fourth time, she gasped from the intoxicating feeling. Amber found herself getting so excited that she wondered if he really was going to make her cum like this.

His hand stilled and ran gently across her ass, while his fingers played lightly against her pussy. He rubbed her up and down, cupping her ass and her pussy with his hand and she felt wetness slip from her cunt.

“You like this, don't you,” he said hitting her so low that her pussy tingled from the slap. Amber just moaned, realizing that he was right. She had never experienced anything like this and her body was stimulated by what he was doing to her.

Cody's fingers went lower and parted her wet folds and she gasped as he ran a finger lightly over her wet clit. His hand came down hard on her again as his other hand teased her little nub. She gasped but whether from the pleasure or the pain she was no longer sure. He teased her swollen bud as his other hand rested lightly on her ass and Amber waited with anticipation for the next slap.

His thumb made soft circles along her clit and her breathing became ragged as her body responded to his touch. His other hand ran gently along her bottom and lingered just over her pussy lips.

“Oh please, Cody,” she begged as he teased her swollen bud, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to stop or to continue, but she knew she needed something.

His fingers began to get more demanding and she felt herself losing control. When his hand came down against her ass again she gasped as it increased her arousal. Her pussy contracted and she arched her back with her need. He continued to tease her little bud, making the sensation build, spanking her at the same time as he squeezed her sensitive nub. Amber’s arms and legs were weak with excitement as the orgasm began to rise within her. His hand came down against her again and suddenly the feeling was indescribable. Amber's body shuddered with pleasure. He teased her clit as the orgasm washed through her, overwhelming her senses and sending her over the edge.

She gasped for air, unable to believe that he had just done that to her but he gave her no time to collect herself. His finger found her tight channel and his other hand smacked against her bottom again Amber felt her arousal building again.

He slid his finger in an out of her wet opening, “You are soaked,” he said as he pushed his finger deep inside her hot slit and her body contracted around him. She moved her hips against him, wanting to feel him even deeper inside. When he slipped a second finger inside her, sliding in and out of her wet heat, Amber groaned and pushed back against him.

But when heard his zipper she caught her breath with surprise. “What are you…?” she asked as she started to move away from him.

He kept one hand in her pussy his fingers still pushing inside her while the other hand held her in place. Her pussy contracted around his fingers and she realized her body betrayed her need.

She felt his cock hard and erect against her thigh, and gasped with surprise. “No, you can't, I mean, I can't…” she said.

He ignored her as he moved his hand from her hip to his cock, gently guiding it along her wet slit. Amber closed her eyes as he sent shivers of pleasure throughout her body with his firm member.

“Yes, you can,” he said as his cock ran over her clit, the hard head rubbing against her swollen nub, “I know you want to be fucked.”

She moaned as she felt his hard cock pushing against her and her pussy muscles tensed as she realized he was right. She knew she shouldn't want him, but she did. He moved his cock along her length as he spoke, making her crazy with the sensation.

“Say it,” he said as the head of his cock pushed gently against her wet opening.

Amber didn't answer and only moved her hips toward him, trying to push him inside her. His hand came down low against her smacking her again and increasing her arousal.

“Not until you say it,” he said as he kept his cock just out of reach and spanked her again. “Tell me you want to be fucked,” he demanded as he landed another hard slap on her ass.

“Fuck me, Cody,” she said breathlessly realizing she had become wanton with her need. “Oh, please, Cody, fuck me hard!”

He pushed inside her in one quick motion, his large erect cock filling her and threatening to split her in two. She felt her pussy contract around him like a vise, tightening on him and the sensation was overwhelming. She pushed back against his hips, pushing him even deeper and reveling in the feeling of his cock inside her. He pulled out of her slowly and she groaned, waiting for him to slide back inside. When he did, he pounded her hard and fast, hitting his balls against her ass and sending her forward. She braced herself with her arms and pushed her ass up higher toward him as he came down again.

His rhythm became fast and hard, pounding his thick cock farther and deeper inside her with each thrust. Her pussy was on fire with every stroke and she felt her body come alive with the sensation. When his hand reached in front to thumb her clit, it was more than she could stand. She felt the orgasm rise from deep inside her and soon her entire body was overcome. With every thrust, he sent a wave of pleasure over her body, sending her higher and higher with each hard stroke. She arched her back and let out a guttural moan as her pussy contracted around him, pulsing against him as he continued to plunge deep inside her. His cock became unbelievably hard as he began to climax, bringing her to heights she had never imagined as the orgasm overwhelmed her body. With a few more strong thrusts he came inside her and she leaned against the car, gasping for air.

When she finally caught her breath she was shocked by what she had just done. Not only had she had sex with this man she barely knew but it had been the most erotic sexual experience of her life. She stood up, and pulled up her bathing suit and he kept his arm around her possessively.

She turned to face him and wondered if this was just always the way it was with cowboys. But from the look on his face, he seemed just as surprised by the intensity of their experience as she was. His hand ran up her back gently and he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She melted into his arms as he kissed her. When he finally let her go, she leaned her head against his chest and he pulled her closer.

He held her tight, and she breathed in his scent, still euphoric about what had just happened. He stroked her hair gently, and she snuggled closer, wishing the moment didn't have to end.

“I hate to do this,” he began, “But it’s going to take a while to get your car out of this mess,” he said, his arms still holding her tight. He turned toward the car and finally loosened his hold on her. “You should probably try it one last time, but if that doesn't work, we will have to take my horse back to the station and try to find someone with a winch.”

“Yeah, about that,” she said, an impish smile playing across her lips as she looked up at him. “I guess I have something to show you.”

She climbed into the car and started it as she talked. “The thing is, it’s a four-wheel drive, lifted Jeep mudders and air lockers.” She paused for a moment and threw it into reverse. She eased her foot onto the gas and the car immediately began to get some traction. Soon, it had crossed over the deep tracks she had made earlier and she was back out of the ditch, just across from him.

She looked up at him with a cocky smile, “A little soft sand can’t stop a beast like this, when you know how to drive it. I just wanted you to come over.”

She smiled him and watched as the realization hit him.

He rolled his eyes as he figured out that her car was never stuck. He shook his head and closed his eyes. “I see.” he said simply. “Well, in that case, there is I probably should tell you something. There aren’t any turtles around here,” he said with a guilty smile. “That sign was for a flash flood warning. I just didn't want you to leave.”

Now it was her turn to shake her head.

“Well then, what happens next?” she asked looking over at him.

“Are you free tomorrow? We could take the horses out on the trail.”

She smiled and answered suggestively, “It sounds good to me. I would love another ride.”

Amy smiled as she saw Paul sitting in the middle of the empty conference room. There was something about a man who knew how to dress that always took her breath away. Every inch the professional, Paul favored tailored shirts with French cuffs, slim and fashionable slacks, highly polished shoes and an expensive silk jacket.

He always looked handsome, even now, sitting at the large table, intently staring the laptop opened in front of him. She walked in and Paul motioned for her to sit next to him, his dark brown eyes never leaving the computer screen.

“Hey, Paul,” she said as she took her seat. She expected his usual lighthearted, flirtatious response but what she got was a stony silence.

She watched him, surprised by his behavior. They had worked together for nearly a year and he had never failed to joke or laugh the entire time. Every time he got her alone, he would flirt outrageously, his conversations laced with double entendres and sometimes even more overt comments. She had come to expect and enjoy their game but knew he wasn't serious. Besides, when it came to work, she had a rigid policy. She never dated at the office.

But today he was acting very differently. From the moment she heard his voice on the phone, she knew something was wrong. He only said that she needed to meet him in the conference room immediately and then hung up. There was no warmth to his words — it was if they had never spoken before. Even stranger, he hadn’t even given her a hint of why he wanted her there. Now, sitting next to him, she became even more worried. He was fixated on his computer, his body stiff and tense. He tapped at a few more keys and continued to stare, ignoring her completely

Amy waited a few more minutes and then interrupted again. “Paul, you said you wanted to see me?”

Paul finally looked up from what he was doing, acting as if he were seeing her for the first time. When he smiled at her with his usual, charming smile she felt her breath catch just a little. She instinctively smiled back, feeling a bit more at ease.

“Sorry about that,” he said, giving her his full attention, “I just called you because I thought I found an unexplained accounting issue.”

Amy looked up at him cautiously. She cocked her head and decided to assume he was referring to her team's budget. “Well, I know my team is sometimes off from time to time, but it usually works out in the end. I am really not the right person to ask though. You need my manager probably. I'll have her give you a call,” she added and she started to get up to walk out, not wanting to discuss anything to do with accounting if she could help it.

“The thing is, I don't need an explanation any longer.”

“Well, that is good news,” she turned and as she opened the door to leave said, “Well, like I said, if you have any other budget questions…”

He didn't wait for her to finish her sentence. “The thing is, Amy, I know you took the money.”

Amy froze with her hand on the door, not quite sure what to do. “What money?” she asked as innocently as she could, trying to give nothing away.

“Well,” he said as he looked back at his computer, “it looks like you took five thousand dollars almost two years ago.”

She paused and stood there unsure what to do next.

“I think you might want to lock that door and give us some privacy to talk about this,” he said breaking the silence.

Amy twisted the lock softly and returned to her seat. He was right. This wasn't the type of conversation she wanted someone to walk in on. Part of her wanted to lie, to deny everything and see if he could prove it. But the look in his eyes, the fact he knew the exact amount and he had pinpointed her specifically said that he wasn't guessing. She was sure that if she tried to bluff she would lose. She took a deep breath and decided to throw herself on his mercy.

“Look, no harm was done. I took that money a few years ago, but I have it almost all paid back — with interest! Really, there is no problem.”

She looked at the expression on his face and realized how she sounded. Even she didn't think her story was reasonable.

“This is a problem,” he answered seriously, “There is even a word for it, you know. It’s called embezzlement.”

She shook her head, “It's not like that. I know I took the money, but I was in trouble and there was no one who would help me. I only borrowed what I absolutely needed and have been paying it back ever since.” She wanted him to understand, to believe her. She hadn't told anyone about the money and now that he knew, she wanted him to understand her side too.

He frowned and shook his head. “No one will care if you paid it back. You didn't have anyone's permission to borrow it in the first place, which makes the money stolen, not borrowed.”

Amy knew he was right but didn't know what to do. If he told on her, she would definitely lose her job. The only question was whether she would face jail time, a fine, public humiliation or all three.

She looked up and shrugged her shoulders unsure of what exactly to say next. “Please, it will all be paid and done in just one more month. That's all I need and it will all be finished. Please don't tell anyone”.

“I am willing to keep your secret but,” he paused and looked her over, “I want something in return.”

Amy's lips parted slightly as she started to answer and he continued instead.

“What I want is to have you, on that conference table, right now, and I won't say a word to anyone ever.”

She just looked at him, not sure what to say next. He always made comments like that but she was sure he was just joking. She smiled and waited for the punch line.

“Well, Amy, what are you going to do?”

“What?” she asked, feeling her stomach turn somersaults. “You can't be serious.”

“I have always been serious, Amy,” he said simply.

Amy felt herself get warm as she realized the implications of what he meant. “But it’s against corporate policy to have a relationship at work. We could get fired.”

He cut her off, “That's been your excuse for months. It’s ironic coming from someone who “borrowed” $5000, something not just against corporate policy but various state and federal laws as well. Before, you might have been fired for going out with me. Well, now you will be fired if you don’t,” his voice was serious, but his brown eyes sparkled.

Amy realized what he was saying was true. It was more than just losing a job. If he reported her, they could file charges and with what he had found, they would have all the proof they needed. She wouldn't just lose her job but her freedom as well.

Amy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Ok, then, I suppose we could meet for dinner, and then…”

He smiled, “Not good enough,” he said looking more serious than she was used to. “I want more than dinner,” he added with a rakish smile.

Paul leaned forward until his lips were just inches away from her. She could feel the warmth radiating from him and it made her catch her breath.

His eyes held her gaze and his voice became low and sultry. “I can't tell you how many boring meetings I have spent in this room thinking about what it would be like to take you on this conference table. So, that's my price. If you want my silence, you will need to pay for it,” he said, hungrily looking her over.

Amy looked into his eyes and realized he wasn’t kidding. He placed his hand possessively on her leg, just below the hem of her skirt and she felt her body tingle where he touched her.

“Now, what's your answer?” he asked as his hand found the edge of her skirt and slipped between her legs.

Amy's eyes opened wide and her hands flew to his, grabbing them and keeping him from moving them any further. His thumb continued to slide along her inner thighs, the sensation sending sparks up through her stomach. Her pussy muscles contracted involuntarily and she knew her panties were already damp.

“No, you can't do that, we could both be fired,” she said again, trying desperately to reason with him.

“You definitely will be fired if you don't,” he reminded her in a soft whisper. “And as for me, well… that’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he said as his hands began to slide along the edge of her skirt.

She looked down at his hands and then back up at his hungry eyes. “But, I don't think…”

He cut her off mid-sentence, a smile playing across his lips. “I don't think you have a choice anymore, Amy,” he said as his hands moved farther up her skirt.

He leaned toward her and his scent was an intoxicating mix of spice and musk. His eyes stared intently at her full lips and a few moments later, his mouth found hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue playing in her mouth, promising things to come.

As he deepened the kiss, his hands made their way up her skirt slowly, his fingers traveling between her legs until the tips brushed against her thin silk panties. She knew she should break the kiss, say something and stop him, but between his soft lips and demanding hands her thoughts were fuzzy and muddled.

His arm pressed against her legs, pushing them apart as his hand moved further up her skirt. His fingers eased the panties aside and ran along her slit, sending shivers of pleasure through her. When he dipped his middle finger into her soft folds and slid along her wet pussy, she felt more warm wetness slip from her cunt. When his thumb found her swollen nub and made soft circles around it, she moaned into his kiss.

He stood up, and pulled her up with him, his body strong and hard next to hers. She stood there on unsteady legs, sure that she should at least try to change his mind. She closed her eyes to try to shut out his handsome smile and the image of his hard body in front of her.

“Paul, I can't do this,” she said as she took a deep calming breath. “Please, we work together and…” her words trailed off as his hands lifted her skirt up to her hips.

“You can leave if you want to,” he said ignoring her protests and running his hands along the thin silk of her panties. “But remember, if you choose to go, we won't be working together much longer.” His hands reached for the thin string of her panties and pushed them slowly down, his hands running along her body possessively. Finally, he pushed them low enough that they fell around her ankles, leaving her pussy completely open to him.

Paul picked her up, placed her on top of the conference table and spread her legs wide. He stood in front of her, his breathing hoarse from lust. His fingers slid over her thighs and his thumbs met along her slick cunt, running up and down its length and making Amy shudder with the sensation.

“Open your pussy for me,” he told her as he moved her hand to her wet pussy.

She spread herself for him and used her other arm to prop herself up. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, wondering what he was going to do to her.

“You look lovely,” he said as his fingers ran along her length. He bent over her and she could feel his warm breath against her sensitive flesh. When his tongue flicked out and licked her little nub, she gasped from the sensation. He started sucking and nipping her clit and she felt sparks of electricity run up to her breasts. His hand moved under her shirt, deftly found her nipple and teased it erect.

Amy couldn't believe the effect he was having on her. She had been with him for just a few minutes and already her body was wild with need. She felt her pussy spasm and contract longingly and she moaned with desire.

His mouth teased her clit and she felt herself getting even wetter with excitement. He stood up and undid his pants, one hand continuing to toy with her clit. She watched transfixed as he pushed his pants down and his large cock bounced out, long and hard.

“Paul, you can't,” she said, trying to think of a good reason why this shouldn't happen. “This is not private, people could hear,” she said breathlessly.

“You're right,” he said as he slid his cock along her slick pussy, “You are going to have to try not to cum too loudly.” She lost her train of thought as he placed his thick member in front of her warm opening and pressed firmly against her. She felt his cock hard and demanding and took a deep breath as he pushed slowly inside her. He eased her down on the conference table and spread her legs wide in front of him, continuing to push slowly, plunging into her warm depth and opening her tight channel. The sensation was overwhelming. She gasped as his cock stretched her, sending threads of pleasure throughout her body.

When he pulled out again and started his hard, demanding rhythm, Amy felt her body come to life. Her pussy was tight around him, and every time he pushed deep inside, it increased the sensation, driving her wild. Her breathing began getting ragged and he thrust harder into her, his balls banging against her ass. The sensation was driving her crazy, making her even more frenzied with her lust. When his thumb found her sensitive clit, it was too much to take and she felt her climax begin to take over her body.

With each stroke, she felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over and bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her muscles trembled with each thrust and her pussy contracted hard on his thick cock. She arched her back and he thrust in deeper, sending her over the edge into oblivion.

As she started to come down from her orgasm, he slowed his strokes drawing them out and gently teasing her pussy.

“We're not done yet,” he promised as he continued his slow, steady strokes. He pulled her ass toward him until she was nearly off the edge of the table and helped her sit up pulling her body towards his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her breasts pushed up against his strong chest, his cock pressed deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and he continued his sensual rhythm.

Paul plunged even deeper inside of her and she felt impaled by his thick cock. He ground the base of his hard cock against her swollen clit with each thrust, and it was electrifying. Even though she had already been through one mind melting orgasm, she felt her body come back to life as another climax began to grow. His cock continued to pound her and each thrust was like fire inside of her.

As another orgasm built within her, Amy began to moan loudly and Paul pressed his mouth against hers to stifle her cries. His kiss sent her even further, his tongue mimicking the thrusting his cock was doing to her pussy. Amy's body began to shudder as the pleasure washed through her again. Each stroke fueled the fire, sending her higher and higher as he ground himself inside her.

Her body contracted hard around his thick cock and it was finally too much for Paul. He pulled her hard against him and his thrusts became quick and urgent as he started to climax. With a few more strokes she felt him cum deep inside her.

She leaned her head on his shoulder as she came down off her euphoric high and tried to remember how to breathe. His hand ran gently along her back and she couldn't believe what had just happened. The man that she had thought she would never have had become the best lover she’d ever had. She couldn't believe it had all happened because he blackmailed her into fulfilling his fantasy.

She frowned as a horrible thought came to her. “Paul, how did you catch me?”

Paul smiled as he looked down at her. “You are not going to like this. But there was no way to tell that you took the money but when you put it back, you did it all wrong. It was like a red flag on this month's accounts and it led me to all the back entries.”

Amy began to panic. “But if you could see that problem, what would stop anyone else from identifying the issue? I still have two hundred dollars to return,” she worried aloud.

Paul smiled reassuringly. “I think I have an idea of how to fix it permanently, but if you want to know…” he said and paused arching an eyebrow suggestively.

Amy couldn't help wonder what his condition would be this time. She smiled up at him, thinking she could get used to blackmail like this.

“Meet me for dinner,” he said kissed her gently on the lips.

She smiled as she realized there was more to come. “Dinner sounds great, but only if we don't talk about work until after breakfast.”