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On this episode from Wild in Bed, part two of
our rather seductive and sensual office romance listeners, Fantasy Monica
spent six years frustratedly wanting her boss, wanting to feel
him between her sheets and next to her skin, And now,
as her divorce looks to become actually finalized, maybe she
can take it a step further. But how he has
been nothing but friendly to her, a good boss, but
that is all. Maybe she's just reading too much into
those seductive hints as they spend their time later and
later after work. Hi, it's definite and welcome to another
episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories,
sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies. Yes, part two
of our listener's fantasy and office romance, a very very tense,
erotic office romance. You might say, so. I hope you're
enjoying it now. You know this podcast is best enjoyed
laying on your bed. I do hope you'll close the
loosened You can just go ahead and close those pretty
eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing
over you. And when you're ready to surrender, just go
ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it
for a moment. That's it. Let it go with a sigh,
and let it go any tension, any stress. For the
next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice.
This is your time, your time to relax, your time
for censure, satis satisfaction, your time to explore your inner desires.
You listen to my voice and feel it going with
you as you immerse yourself. In today's show, Xavier sat
at his desk on Friday, finishing up an email when
his phone dinged. Quickly wrapping up and sending the email,
he picked up his phone. He smiled, seeing it was
a text from Monica. The last few days, he had
seen her nerves building about what the courts would say
when he sent her home the day before. He assured
her that everything would be fine. He hoped to God
he had been right. Taking a breath, he opened the text.
Oh my god, you'll never believe what happened. So, when
my lawyers presented everything they were asking for, which was
a hunter of the marital assets, goven his behavior to
the judge. They then shared the screenshot of the texts
and played the voicemail. Dennis lost it. He was on
his feet, telling me he was going to kill me
and charged towards me, but the bailiff and another officer
tackled him. The judge ordered him arrested, and not just
for trying to attack me in court, but for harassment
of me as well. The judge then ruled in my
favor and assured me that I would get everything, the house,
the money, everything my lawyers told me they were asking
for I can't believe it. My lawyers said that because
of what he did, I could have the final degree
by the end of next month. I'm free. Xavier was
both happy for her, yet also angry as hell that
her ex husband tried to attack her. He was relief
that she was all right and that this chapter of
her life was now over. Had today been the first
time he had tried to hurt her, He had suspected
that he was more than verably abusive, but never asked
he needed to know. Now, taking a calm breath, he
began typing his response. He did what. I'm so glad
you're all right and he didn't hurt you. I'm so
happy that this is over for you. Let me take
you to dinner tonight to celebrate your new found freedom.
My treat. Okay, sure, where I'll pick you up at
say seven? Just text me your address and I'll take
care of everything else. I promise, nothing fancy, fancy, just
somewhere nice. Xavier smiled when almost immediately she texted him
her address. He then made a quick phone call and
reserved a table at his favorite Italian restaurant. He knew
Italian was her favorite from past conversations they had. Tonight,
he would make his position clear with her. Six years
was long enough, and now that her ex was out
of the way, the only thing stopping him would be
if Monica said to stop. I don't think that will
be an issue. She thinks I haven't noticed how she
reacts to me, seeing the way she looks at me.
Sometimes when she thinks I'm not looking tonight, I will
lay my cards on the table well or but one.
The last card may be a bit too soon, he thought,
trying to focus back on work. He still had about
four hours before he could leave and get ready. Time
passed quickly, and Monica opened her door, her nerves ratcheting
up as she saw Xavier standing there on her porch.
The man was delicious, his dark hair pulled back, smiling
down at her. He was dressed in a blue button
up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, black trousers hugging his hips,
and the black shoes. Finishing the look. She licked her
lower lips, smiling a little. Hi, she breathed, high yourself.
Hope you're hungry, he winked, starving. She nodded, shivering. Xavier
offered her his arm and then escorted her to his truck.
Opening his door, he helped her into the cab. It
took everything in her, not a whimper, feeding his hands
at her waist and lifting her up like she weighed nothing.
Calm the fuck down, girl, He's just being helpful. She
looked over when he slid behind the wheel and winked
at her again. Her thighs squeezed together, a corps clenched.
He backed out of her drive and they were off.
The conversation to the restaurant was light and fluid, which
calmed her. He talked about his day and what she
had missed, which wasn't much other than Frank and Isaac
getting into a yelling match in the break room again.
I swear those two just need to grow up. I
never understood how two men in their fifties could bicker
like two year olds, Monica said, shaking her head. That's
what Jack Kimball told them when he walked in. Xavier agreed.
Her eyes widened. Wait they were caught by the president
of the company. Oh boy, what happened after that? Jack
told them if they didn't get their shit together and
stopped fighting over who was primary on their joint account
he would take it away and demote them to the men.
He chuckled. Monica saw where he had pulled in and
was surprised. She had heard that this place was the
best Italian in town, but she had never been. Dennis
wasn't big on date night, and when she could convince him,
he was a sour pussy entire time, complaining about one
thing after another. Come to think of it, he wasn't
big on going out unless he suggested it. I've never
been here. I've always wanted to try it, but he, well,
he hated going out unless he thought of it or
picked the place. He's an idiot, and I hope they
lock his ass up for what he did today and
harassing you. She fell silent at the anger in his voice.
She was stunned that he sounded this angry about it,
that he was defending her. No one had ever defended her, well,
no man had a feeling crept in, a feeling that
she liked, a feeling of having someone be her shield,
so to speak, and that's what he sounded like right now,
someone to take care of her. Monica mentally gave herself
a shake to clear her head. Zavia parked and killed
the engine. Before she did more than unbuckle the seat
belt and reached for the handle, he was out and
at her door. He gripped her waist and effortlessly lifted
her out of the truck, sitting on her feet before him.
Thank you, she breathed, My pleasure, he smiled. Tucking her
arm in his, he led them toward the door. They
approached the host stand reservation for Grady. Oh, yes, sir,
we have the table ready for you. Follow me, please,
the young man greeted. As they followed him, Monica felt
Xavier move behind her, and his hand coming to rest
at the small of her back, guiding her. This time,
she wasn't able to stop the shudder moving through her.
It was as if his hand was imprinting itself on
her skin. She could feel the warmth and strength of
it through the thin material of her dress. She loved it,
loved how it made her feel, even if it was
only one sided behind a Xavier smiled at her. Shudder.
That's it, princess, shudder at my touch. It fade is
on my side. It won't just be tonight, he thought.
As they reached the table, he moved and pulled out
her chair for her and tucked her in. Once she
was seated, he let his hands trail up her arms
and over her shoulders, squeezing them gently, before or rounding
the table to sit across from her. His eyes met her,
reveiling in the slightly glassy look in them, and seeing
her bite that lower lip again. He picked up his
menu and began to look over the options. Monica's hands
stood a little as she mirrored him and opened the menu. Confusion, desire,
and hope swirled inside her. Was she imagining things again?
Was she in one of her daydreams. No, she was
wide awake, and she definitely felt the way his hands
had moved up her arms and shoulders. Casting a surreptitious
glance towards him over the top of her menu, she
studied him, the low lighting of the restaurant giving his
skin a golden hue, his handsome face cast downward reading
the menu, and then his eyes flicked. She was cool staring,
she gasped when he smirked at her and arched brow,
those stormy blue eyes of his looking devious yet soothing,
a hint of something hidden in their depths, something she
couldn't decipher. You're staring Princess, Xavier pointed out, his voice deepening.
Speaker 2: II.
Speaker 1: I am sorry, Monica stammered, tearing her gaze from his
to refocus on the menu. The meal seemed to pass quickly,
and it was no time before Xavier nodded to the
waiter as he removed the dinner plates and said he
would return with their espressos and dessert. It was time, Monica.
I had another reason for asking you to dinner, Oh,
Monica asked, before finishing her wine. Yes, I wanted to
bring you here and tell you that I want you.
He studied her. Monica gasped, her hazel eyes growing wide.
She managed to compose herself when the waiter returned with
their expressos and dessert. Once alone again, she spoke, you
want me, David? What do you I mean? Oh God,
is this really happening? You know exactly what I mean, Princess, Then, yes,
this is really happening. You think I haven't noticed how
you look at me when you'd think I don't see huh,
the lust in your eyes, the longing, or that I
miss the way you react to me when I touch
you or hold you, he purred, lifting the cup to
his lips. You, she moaned, eyes closing in embarrassment. Open
your eyes and look at me, princess, he ordered, Her
eyes opened and rested on his I noticed you have
no reason to be embarrassed you, hear me. I know
you want me to, Monika, just like I want you
the other day in your office when you told me
what he was doing. Damn it, I almost told you
then in the elevator to the garage, all I wanted
was to pull you to me and kiss the hell
out of you, like I've dreamed of doing since I
met you for the last six years. That's all I
wanted you. You've dreamt of me too, she breathed, her
heart pounding arching a brow. He smiled, So I was
dreamed of me too. I take it you have no
idea how pleased that makes me. Now I'm laying my
cards on the table. We're going to sit here enjoy
our espressos and this sinfully dark chocolate cake. And after that,
I'm going to take you to my place, to my bed.
If you don't want that, this will be your chance
to say no. Do you understand me? Monica's core clenched,
her nipples throbbed at his commanding tone, He was watching her, patiently, waiting,
giving her the chance to reject his proposal. If I
say no, I mean you're still my boss, savior. I
don't want to ruin that. If you don't want this,
that will not affect your job. I'm not that kind
of asshole. I'm wanting honesty between us now that in
a very short time you'll be free completely on all fronts.
If you say yes, so, I won't hide the fact,
not at work, not when I take you out. No,
I will make it known that you are mine and
you will be mine this time she did whimper Xavier Monica.
She could only form one coherent word in response, yes.
After paying the bill, Monica fidgeted in the car as
Xavier drove towards his home, her mind and body in
a tizzy about what was happening. She had agreed to him.
Nervousness speared through her as well as lust. Could she
please him? Could she ever please a man like him,
a man that drips sex, a man that was a
poster man for woman's fantasies. She wrung her fingers in
a lap, looking down at them. What are you thinking
over there, Xavier asked, just trying to wrap my mind
around this. I mean that you want me, Wunkin, answered
her voice trembling. Xavier reached over and Alaya's hands over hers,
stilling them. Listen to me. I want you in my bed,
in my life.
Speaker 2: You hear me.
Speaker 1: I meant what I said. I won't hide you like
some dirty secret.
Speaker 2: You're not.
Speaker 1: You'll be my woman. I will take care of you.
She looked up when studying his profile in the lights
of the dashboard. His jewel sat feeding, his hand tightening
around her hands. He was serious. Her heart swelled. She
felt hope blossoming that maybe her feelings, her true feelings,
weren't one sided. That Xavier Grady felt for her what
she felt for him. She fell silent again as her
hand shifted, but only so she could hold his hand.
When she squeezed it tightly, she saw him smile. The
rest of the drive was in silence, words unneeded, until
he pulled into his driveway and she saw his home.
Holy shit, you live here, she blurted out, taking in
the beautiful luxury home. Xavier laughed, I do, princess. She
sat there, motionless, staring up at the home. It looked
like the rumor mill was true. And Xavier was rich
after all. When her door opened, she turned her head
and was face to face with him. He didn't look
away as he reached out across to waste, and none
did her seat belt. She gasped, finding herself pulled out
of the truck and into his arms. Her legs instinctively
locked around his waist and her arms around his neck.
He growled low in his throat as he turned and
walked toward the house. Savior, she whispered, moving her head
so that she could kiss his neck. Fuck Princess, he sighed,
managing to get the key in the lock and unopened
the door. That's it. Hmm, your mouth feels so good
against my neck. It tastes so good I've wanted to,
she breathed, breaking off as she gently sucked against his
PulsePoint Jesus, he groaned, dropping his keys on the entryway
table and kicking the door closed. I want you Monica now.
Monica hummed and nodded. Licking up his neck. She moaned
when his lips captured hers, his tongue forcing its way
into her mouth. She trembled in his arms as he
took the stairs too at a time, his hands gripping
her ass, his fingers digging in as he ravaged her mouth.
She barely registered them entering room and the overhead light
turning on. She tried to protest when he disentangled her,
setting her on her feet. No, don't worry, I just
need to get you naked, princess, he assured her, reaching
behind her and tugging down the zip of her dress.
Monica's hands moved to his belt and had it undone
and tugged free. As he pushed the dress down her body.
She sighed, feeling his hands close at her waist, licking
her lips. She he looked up as her hands started
working at his pants. He smiled down at her, nodding
for her to continue. He took hold of the thin
sides of the thong she wore and tugged. The ripping
of the fabric in her squill filled the room. God,
I want you so much, Monica, get on the bed now,
he instructed, stepping back and towing off his shoes. He
watched as she quickly obeyed, removing her bra as she did.
He stepped toward the bed, watching her lay on her back,
her beautiful body on full display, her nipples erect. Her
legs parted enough for him to see that she was
already wet. He loved it. Xavia hastily shed his clothes
and now stood there, naked and watching her eyes travel
up and down his body, eyes large, seeing his cock
licking his lips, he fisted himself, stroking it up and
down for her. Oh God, your doesn't meet your approval, Princess.
Your breath just sped up as I stroked my cock.
You're already thinking of how it's going to feel buried
inside you. So I'm going to stop it there just
before it gets really warm. I'm going to teach you
until next week, so you're just going to have to
tune in next week to find out what happens next.
I think it's pretty good. M that's obviously going to
get a lot more graphic and into it, and so
I look forward to getting you wild and bed again
next week. But until next time, and always with your
pleasure in mind. This is devil and wild wishing. Use
salacious dreams.
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