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On this episode of erotic Stories from Wild in Bed,
a seductive and sensual listeners fantasy. For six years, Monica
has felt a yearning to seduce her boss Xavier. But
with the ominous shadow of her ex husband still present
in her life, how can she possibly surrender to these desires?
How can she finally be truly free from her past
and able to move on and embrace this desire that
burns within her. Hi, it's Devlin, and welcome to another
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as you sink into tonight's story groaning, she leaned back
in her desture. It was late, and yet she was
still at work. She should have left about two hours ago,
but this new project her department was handling had taken
a turn, so it was all hands on deck to
fix it. That and since she had made the choice
finally to divorce her soon to be ex husband, her
life had become so stressful outside of work. At least,
in fact, working helped her clear her mind, especially the
last year. She was pulled from amusings by a knock
at the door. Yes, Monica called out, I thought I
was the last one here. Monica looked up at her boss, Xavier,
as he walked through the door. She giggled, lifting her
mug to her lips. As she sipped the remaining coffee,
she studied him. Xavier had only been promoted to department
head two years ago, and that had led to her
being made his assistant. He was handsome, smart, and very
much the type of boss anyone would be thrilled to have.
He actually listened to those underneath him. He never asked
any of them to do something he wasn't willing to
do himself, and he was always there to help. Yet,
over the last year, she had noticed a change in
their usual dynamic. Maybe it was only her imagination, but
ever since she told him her intentions of filing for divorce,
she had felt as if he was flirting with her.
No not just flirting, it felt more than that it
felt as if he was trying to tell her something,
the way he would slowly run his hand down her
back when escorting her into or out of a room
for meetings, his fingers brushing hers when handing her things. No,
she had to be imagining things. I just have a
bit more tweaking to do, and things should be finished,
she said, sitting back behind her desk. Monica, I know
I asked everyone to stay a little late to get
these changes done, but I didn't mean to stay this late.
It's nearly nine, Xavier replied, moving behind her desk and
sitting on the corner. Nine. Wow, I never even noticed
the time, Monica gaped. You really must have been in
the groove. Then, Xavier chuckled. You should get out of here.
That's why I even stopped. I saw the light on
under your door. I was locking up for the night. Oh,
let me just save this and we I mean, I
can get out of here, She started, sitting her mug
on the desk and facing her computer. Again, you do
that and I'll run and rinse out this mug for you.
Be back in a few and i'll walk you to
your car, he offered, picking up the discarded mug. She
nodded as she focused on her task. Hearing the door
open and closed, she let out a slow breath. She
and Xavier were alone in a deserted office. God, how
many times had she imagined this scenario over the last
six years. It had been six years since she was
hired here, and Xavier had been the first person she met.
The imaginings of her mind had begun about three or
four months later, when he was promoted to department the head.
Two years ago, she had been offered her current position,
even though she hadn't applied for it. She was still
curious how that happened when things between her and her
husband turned south. About that same time, Xavier had comforted her.
She still remembered the feeling of him holding her in
this very office. When her tears started, Monica had confessed
how bad things were at home, how she felt like
a failure on that front. A Xavier had just poured
her to her feet and into his arms, holding her gently,
laying her head against his chest, telling her that she
was not a failure and that her husband was a
fool not to see what a treasure she was. The
man had even produced a handkerchief and tried her eyes.
Shaking her head, Monica pushed those memories away and after
a few more clicks, save to work. She was just
shutting down her computer when Xavier walked back. He moved
with an elegance she couldn't help but a mire. He
was a man amongst men, but not in a cocky way. No,
he moved as if he didn't have a care in
the world, like he didn't notice the way people just
gravitated to him, the way women's eyes followed him, and
men stood a little straighter. He sat her mug next
to the coffee pot she had set up, and after
checking it was off and there was a fresh filter
and coffee in it for the morning. He faced her,
All set, Yes, sir, all set. Monica opened her bottom
drawer and pulled out her purse, Turning off the monitor.
She stood from her chair, looking up. Her eyes met
the stormy blue eyes of Exavior. What she saw in
them had her heart starting to race. There was a
look in them she had never seen before, something almost
predatory and forbidden. Damn if it wasn't sexy as hell.
She licked her bottom lip, feeling a heat to move
through her body. Monica I don't mean to be intrusive,
but how are things progressing on your divorce? Is there
a light at the end of the tunnel on that front,
he asked. She sighed, I hope so, then this is
being difficult. He's been storming for whatever reason. I don't
get it. He's the one who moved out. He's the
one that took not only half of the money in
the joint account the day after I served those papers.
He then changed his pay information. Then the tax and
voicemail started telling me I could never find anyone that
would stand me like he did, saying I would regret
it if I didn't recon said the divorce things like
that he did what you never told me that, He growled,
a hint of anger and protectiveness, fist clenching at his sides.
I saved them all and passed it to my lawyers.
I didn't want to burden you, Xavier. This is not
this is my problem, she gulped, quickly, looking down. Xavier
moved to her and gently poured her into his arms.
He felt her shiver as he held her. Oh, Princess,
you shouldn't and won't carry this alone, he thought, stroking
her back. Monica listened to me. I want you to
come to me if he keeps doing those things. You
hear me. You're not going through this alone, not anymore.
Let me be there for you as your boss, your friend,
Monica and her arms tightening around him, barely noticing her
purse falling from her hands to the floor. I'm sorry.
I didn't want you to think this would interfere with
my job. He looked down and with a finger lifted
her chins to their eyes met seeing her worry. Her
bottom lip had in fighting to keep his body from reacting,
his thumb moving to gently tug her lip free. Never apologize. Never.
He never deserved you, and he's trying to make your
life miserable. Don't give him that power. You're a strong, smart,
and beautiful woman. You deserve a man that sees those
things and will not only support you, but will cherish you.
Me beautiful, she questioned, dubiously, arching a brow. I doubt
that the fuck Does she really not think she's beautiful?
The hell has that bastard telling her his mind? Raged? Yes,
you are beautiful, Monica, and don't let anyone anyone tell
you differently. You understand, yes, sir, She gasped, shivering at
the tombre of his voice. The authority in it. That's
my girl, He smiled down at her, his thumb moving
to trace her cheek. So we should get you out
of here. When you get home. I think our hot
bubble bath and a glass of wine before bed would
be in order, don't you. I think you're right, She smiled,
trying not to whimper at the intense look in his
eyes and the fact he called her his girl. Xavier
stepped back, bent down and picked up her purse, handing
it to her. He then took her hand and looted
her free arm with his, steering them toward the door. Oho. Wow.
He was waging the internal battle with himself. Ever since
Monica had been hired, he had been all but obsessed
with her. She intruded on his thoughts, his dreams. It
was subtle at first, but the more they interacted, the
more he got to know her, it was more and
more constant. Then there was a night shortly after she
became his assistant in her office when she confessed just
how miserable her home life was, the way her husband,
well soon to be ex husband, treated her. How he
would tell her that she was useless, what a pathetic
lover she was. That part had him wanting to find
Dennison rip him to pieces. In Xavier's mind, there was
no way a woman like Monica was a bad lover. Tonight, though,
hearing he was storring things and threatening her had him
seeing read no woman deserved to be threatened or treated
like Monica was being treated. Thank you for well listening
in my office. Other than my lawyers, no one else
knows how Dennis has been acting recently. My lawyers assure me, though,
that it shouldn't be much longer, and that because of
his actions, I should be well off when it's all
said and done, Monica said, as they stepped into the elevator.
You're welcome, and I'm glad he's fucked up, and it's
time he pays for that, for treating you like he has,
for thinking he could get away with moving money before
he was ordered to buy the court. My father did
that when my mum divorced him, and he paid for it.
Savior replied, hitting the Buttom for the parking garage. That's
what my lawyer said, that he's going to pay. Luckily.
Earlier today I got a text saying, we finally have
a court date, so I'll be a little late on Friday.
The hearing is set for nine, so with any luck,
I should be here right after lunch. No, you take
Friday off. It will no doubt be both stressful and emotional.
Just let me know the results and enjoy a long weekend. Okay,
thank you, Exxavier, and I will let you know what happens.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Their arms still linked,
Savior led them towards her suv in the elevator. All
he wanted was to pull her to him and kiss her,
to tell her that he wanted her, not just in
his bed, but in his life, for her to be his. No,
he would wait. She didn't need him adding to her
stress by worrying about her boss wanting her. Monica unlocked
her vehicle and opened the door. Thanks for walking me
to my car, my pleasure. I'll see you tomorrow, Xavier
smiled down at her, lifting the hand he held in
kissing it. Remember what I said, when you get home,
unwind with a hot bath and a glass of wine.
All right, yes, sir, Monica giggled, nibbling her lip. Xavier
stepped back as she climbed in and turned it on.
As she began backing out, he turned towards his own vehicle.
He was rock hard. The way she bit that lower lip,
saying yes, sir to him. If she only knew how
much that turned him on, made him want to pin
her beneath him and drive himself into her, make her
scream his name as he made her come for him.
I'm so fucked, and Savior grumbled, sliding behind the wheel
of his truck. Well and truly fucked. The journey home
was thankfully eventless, given the lateness of the hour. Traffic
seemed to have vacated all the roads between the office
and Monica's apartment. She sighed as the hot water seeped
into her and she lifted the glass of wine to
her lips. Her body was still feeling the electricity that
a Xavier caused, the look she had seen tonight, the
way he reacted when she told him about Denis and
his story tactics, how protective he had been of her,
him saying she was beautiful Christ. It was a wonder
she hadn't melted into a puddle there in her office.
Her nipples had been throbbing By the time she got
in her car, her panties had been absolutely soaked. When
she peeled them off before stepping into her tub taking
another sip, her thoughts ran wild. Jesus, he has no
idea what he does to me. God, I wish I
could say something, but he's my freaking boss and there
is no way he could return those feelings. The man
is gorgeous, and according to Rumamil, richer than criesus, what
am I? I'm thirty four going through a shitty divorce
and his assistant. Why would he want me when he
could have any woman he wanted. Laying there in the
steaming water, staring at the far wall, sipping her wine,
Monica became even more aware of her body. The heat
had nothing to do with the water washing over her,
Swallowing the last of her wine, and sitting the empty
glass on the bath side table. Her head fell back
and her eyes closed. A whimp escaped her when her
left hand slid over her thigh. Her right hand slid
up her body and copped one of her breasts, finding
her nipples, pinching it gently. Monica aside her legs opening
in her mind, though her hands were exavious teasing her body,
making her wet for him. Moaning, her left hand found
her clip and softly started rubbing it as she tugged
her nipple, imagining Xavier pulling on her nipple as he
teased her clip. She was so worked up her body
needed release. When two fingers sank between her folds, she
cried out, stretching her lips as her fingers explored deeper
inside her pussy, rolling her nipple more, pinching it faster
between her nails. She knew her body knew right now
she wasn't going to last. Replaying what happened in her
office tonight set her on fire. It had been so
long since she had felt the touch of a man.
She was practically starved for it, her fingers thrusting faster
and deeper, her hips rolling, making the water slosh in
the tub, But she didn't care. All she cared about
was coming. Knowing that when she came, it would be
Xavier's name on her lips like it was in her dreams.
That fine thought pushed her over the edge. The bathroom
echoing as she cried Xavier's name, shuddering at the intensity
of her orgasm, panting her breath eased as her fingers
slipped out of her and she released her nipple, relaxing
into the water. God an a mess, pining after my boss,
she chastised herself. Not sure if that's embarrassing or just
plain pathetic, Monica reached for the washcloth and lathered it
up with her favorite body wash. She quickly caressed her body,
and by the time she pulled the plug out and
stepped from the tub, she felt just plainly exhausted. The
feelings for Xavier, the stress of dealing with Denis and
not showing her fear that he would make good on
his threat. Hanging the towel up, she pulled on her
sleep shirt and headed for bed. Please let this mess
with Dennis be over and soon, please, she prayed as
she climbed between the sheets. So part two next week. Yes,
a little bit more of a thriller than am, but
I hope you're enjoying it. So if you would like
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until next time, when we can catch up with what's
happening with Xavier and Monica see what they're up to.
But until then, when I can get you wild in
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