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Speaker 1: On this episode of erotic Stories from Wild in Bed,
Speaker 1: a seductive and sensual listeners fantasy. For six years, Monica
Speaker 1: has felt a yearning to seduce her boss Xavier. But
Speaker 1: with the ominous shadow of her ex husband still present
Speaker 1: in her life, how can she possibly surrender to these desires?
Speaker 1: How can she finally be truly free from her past
Speaker 1: and able to move on and embrace this desire that
Speaker 1: burns within her. Hi, it's Devlin, and welcome to another
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Speaker 1: as you sink into tonight's story groaning, she leaned back
Speaker 1: in her desture. It was late, and yet she was
Speaker 1: still at work. She should have left about two hours ago,
Speaker 1: but this new project her department was handling had taken
Speaker 1: a turn, so it was all hands on deck to
Speaker 1: fix it. That and since she had made the choice
Speaker 1: finally to divorce her soon to be ex husband, her
Speaker 1: life had become so stressful outside of work. At least,
Speaker 1: in fact, working helped her clear her mind, especially the
Speaker 1: last year. She was pulled from amusings by a knock
Speaker 1: at the door. Yes, Monica called out, I thought I
Speaker 1: was the last one here. Monica looked up at her boss, Xavier,
Speaker 1: as he walked through the door. She giggled, lifting her
Speaker 1: mug to her lips. As she sipped the remaining coffee,
Speaker 1: she studied him. Xavier had only been promoted to department
Speaker 1: head two years ago, and that had led to her
Speaker 1: being made his assistant. He was handsome, smart, and very
Speaker 1: much the type of boss anyone would be thrilled to have.
Speaker 1: He actually listened to those underneath him. He never asked
Speaker 1: any of them to do something he wasn't willing to
Speaker 1: do himself, and he was always there to help. Yet,
Speaker 1: over the last year, she had noticed a change in
Speaker 1: their usual dynamic. Maybe it was only her imagination, but
Speaker 1: ever since she told him her intentions of filing for divorce,
Speaker 1: she had felt as if he was flirting with her.
Speaker 1: No not just flirting, it felt more than that it
Speaker 1: felt as if he was trying to tell her something,
Speaker 1: the way he would slowly run his hand down her
Speaker 1: back when escorting her into or out of a room
Speaker 1: for meetings, his fingers brushing hers when handing her things. No,
Speaker 1: she had to be imagining things. I just have a
Speaker 1: bit more tweaking to do, and things should be finished,
Speaker 1: she said, sitting back behind her desk. Monica, I know
Speaker 1: I asked everyone to stay a little late to get
Speaker 1: these changes done, but I didn't mean to stay this late.
Speaker 1: It's nearly nine, Xavier replied, moving behind her desk and
Speaker 1: sitting on the corner. Nine. Wow, I never even noticed
Speaker 1: the time, Monica gaped. You really must have been in
Speaker 1: the groove. Then, Xavier chuckled. You should get out of here.
Speaker 1: That's why I even stopped. I saw the light on
Speaker 1: under your door. I was locking up for the night. Oh,
Speaker 1: let me just save this and we I mean, I
Speaker 1: can get out of here, She started, sitting her mug
Speaker 1: on the desk and facing her computer. Again, you do
Speaker 1: that and I'll run and rinse out this mug for you.
Speaker 1: Be back in a few and i'll walk you to
Speaker 1: your car, he offered, picking up the discarded mug. She
Speaker 1: nodded as she focused on her task. Hearing the door
Speaker 1: open and closed, she let out a slow breath. She
Speaker 1: and Xavier were alone in a deserted office. God, how
Speaker 1: many times had she imagined this scenario over the last
Speaker 1: six years. It had been six years since she was
Speaker 1: hired here, and Xavier had been the first person she met.
Speaker 1: The imaginings of her mind had begun about three or
Speaker 1: four months later, when he was promoted to department the head.
Speaker 1: Two years ago, she had been offered her current position,
Speaker 1: even though she hadn't applied for it. She was still
Speaker 1: curious how that happened when things between her and her
Speaker 1: husband turned south. About that same time, Xavier had comforted her.
Speaker 1: She still remembered the feeling of him holding her in
Speaker 1: this very office. When her tears started, Monica had confessed
Speaker 1: how bad things were at home, how she felt like
Speaker 1: a failure on that front. A Xavier had just poured
Speaker 1: her to her feet and into his arms, holding her gently,
Speaker 1: laying her head against his chest, telling her that she
Speaker 1: was not a failure and that her husband was a
Speaker 1: fool not to see what a treasure she was. The
Speaker 1: man had even produced a handkerchief and tried her eyes.
Speaker 1: Shaking her head, Monica pushed those memories away and after
Speaker 1: a few more clicks, save to work. She was just
Speaker 1: shutting down her computer when Xavier walked back. He moved
Speaker 1: with an elegance she couldn't help but a mire. He
Speaker 1: was a man amongst men, but not in a cocky way. No,
Speaker 1: he moved as if he didn't have a care in
Speaker 1: the world, like he didn't notice the way people just
Speaker 1: gravitated to him, the way women's eyes followed him, and
Speaker 1: men stood a little straighter. He sat her mug next
Speaker 1: to the coffee pot she had set up, and after
Speaker 1: checking it was off and there was a fresh filter
Speaker 1: and coffee in it for the morning. He faced her,
Speaker 1: All set, Yes, sir, all set. Monica opened her bottom
Speaker 1: drawer and pulled out her purse, Turning off the monitor.
Speaker 1: She stood from her chair, looking up. Her eyes met
Speaker 1: the stormy blue eyes of Exavior. What she saw in
Speaker 1: them had her heart starting to race. There was a
Speaker 1: look in them she had never seen before, something almost
Speaker 1: predatory and forbidden. Damn if it wasn't sexy as hell.
Speaker 1: She licked her bottom lip, feeling a heat to move
Speaker 1: through her body. Monica I don't mean to be intrusive,
Speaker 1: but how are things progressing on your divorce? Is there
Speaker 1: a light at the end of the tunnel on that front,
Speaker 1: he asked. She sighed, I hope so, then this is
Speaker 1: being difficult. He's been storming for whatever reason. I don't
Speaker 1: get it. He's the one who moved out. He's the
Speaker 1: one that took not only half of the money in
Speaker 1: the joint account the day after I served those papers.
Speaker 1: He then changed his pay information. Then the tax and
Speaker 1: voicemail started telling me I could never find anyone that
Speaker 1: would stand me like he did, saying I would regret
Speaker 1: it if I didn't recon said the divorce things like
Speaker 1: that he did what you never told me that, He growled,
Speaker 1: a hint of anger and protectiveness, fist clenching at his sides.
Speaker 1: I saved them all and passed it to my lawyers.
Speaker 1: I didn't want to burden you, Xavier. This is not
Speaker 1: this is my problem, she gulped, quickly, looking down. Xavier
Speaker 1: moved to her and gently poured her into his arms.
Speaker 1: He felt her shiver as he held her. Oh, Princess,
Speaker 1: you shouldn't and won't carry this alone, he thought, stroking
Speaker 1: her back. Monica listened to me. I want you to
Speaker 1: come to me if he keeps doing those things. You
Speaker 1: hear me. You're not going through this alone, not anymore.
Speaker 1: Let me be there for you as your boss, your friend,
Speaker 1: Monica and her arms tightening around him, barely noticing her
Speaker 1: purse falling from her hands to the floor. I'm sorry.
Speaker 1: I didn't want you to think this would interfere with
Speaker 1: my job. He looked down and with a finger lifted
Speaker 1: her chins to their eyes met seeing her worry. Her
Speaker 1: bottom lip had in fighting to keep his body from reacting,
Speaker 1: his thumb moving to gently tug her lip free. Never apologize. Never.
Speaker 1: He never deserved you, and he's trying to make your
Speaker 1: life miserable. Don't give him that power. You're a strong, smart,
Speaker 1: and beautiful woman. You deserve a man that sees those
Speaker 1: things and will not only support you, but will cherish you.
Speaker 1: Me beautiful, she questioned, dubiously, arching a brow. I doubt
Speaker 1: that the fuck Does she really not think she's beautiful?
Speaker 1: The hell has that bastard telling her his mind? Raged? Yes,
Speaker 1: you are beautiful, Monica, and don't let anyone anyone tell
Speaker 1: you differently. You understand, yes, sir, She gasped, shivering at
Speaker 1: the tombre of his voice. The authority in it. That's
Speaker 1: my girl, He smiled down at her, his thumb moving
Speaker 1: to trace her cheek. So we should get you out
Speaker 1: of here. When you get home. I think our hot
Speaker 1: bubble bath and a glass of wine before bed would
Speaker 1: be in order, don't you. I think you're right, She smiled,
Speaker 1: trying not to whimper at the intense look in his
Speaker 1: eyes and the fact he called her his girl. Xavier
Speaker 1: stepped back, bent down and picked up her purse, handing
Speaker 1: it to her. He then took her hand and looted
Speaker 1: her free arm with his, steering them toward the door. Oho. Wow.
Speaker 1: He was waging the internal battle with himself. Ever since
Speaker 1: Monica had been hired, he had been all but obsessed
Speaker 1: with her. She intruded on his thoughts, his dreams. It
Speaker 1: was subtle at first, but the more they interacted, the
Speaker 1: more he got to know her, it was more and
Speaker 1: more constant. Then there was a night shortly after she
Speaker 1: became his assistant in her office when she confessed just
Speaker 1: how miserable her home life was, the way her husband,
Speaker 1: well soon to be ex husband, treated her. How he
Speaker 1: would tell her that she was useless, what a pathetic
Speaker 1: lover she was. That part had him wanting to find
Speaker 1: Dennison rip him to pieces. In Xavier's mind, there was
Speaker 1: no way a woman like Monica was a bad lover. Tonight, though,
Speaker 1: hearing he was storring things and threatening her had him
Speaker 1: seeing read no woman deserved to be threatened or treated
Speaker 1: like Monica was being treated. Thank you for well listening
Speaker 1: in my office. Other than my lawyers, no one else
Speaker 1: knows how Dennis has been acting recently. My lawyers assure me, though,
Speaker 1: that it shouldn't be much longer, and that because of
Speaker 1: his actions, I should be well off when it's all
Speaker 1: said and done, Monica said, as they stepped into the elevator.
Speaker 1: You're welcome, and I'm glad he's fucked up, and it's
Speaker 1: time he pays for that, for treating you like he has,
Speaker 1: for thinking he could get away with moving money before
Speaker 1: he was ordered to buy the court. My father did
Speaker 1: that when my mum divorced him, and he paid for it.
Speaker 1: Savior replied, hitting the Buttom for the parking garage. That's
Speaker 1: what my lawyer said, that he's going to pay. Luckily.
Speaker 1: Earlier today I got a text saying, we finally have
Speaker 1: a court date, so I'll be a little late on Friday.
Speaker 1: The hearing is set for nine, so with any luck,
Speaker 1: I should be here right after lunch. No, you take
Speaker 1: Friday off. It will no doubt be both stressful and emotional.
Speaker 1: Just let me know the results and enjoy a long weekend. Okay,
Speaker 1: thank you, Exxavier, and I will let you know what happens.
Speaker 1: The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Their arms still linked,
Speaker 1: Savior led them towards her suv in the elevator. All
Speaker 1: he wanted was to pull her to him and kiss her,
Speaker 1: to tell her that he wanted her, not just in
Speaker 1: his bed, but in his life, for her to be his. No,
Speaker 1: he would wait. She didn't need him adding to her
Speaker 1: stress by worrying about her boss wanting her. Monica unlocked
Speaker 1: her vehicle and opened the door. Thanks for walking me
Speaker 1: to my car, my pleasure. I'll see you tomorrow, Xavier
Speaker 1: smiled down at her, lifting the hand he held in
Speaker 1: kissing it. Remember what I said, when you get home,
Speaker 1: unwind with a hot bath and a glass of wine.
Speaker 1: All right, yes, sir, Monica giggled, nibbling her lip. Xavier
Speaker 1: stepped back as she climbed in and turned it on.
Speaker 1: As she began backing out, he turned towards his own vehicle.
Speaker 1: He was rock hard. The way she bit that lower lip,
Speaker 1: saying yes, sir to him. If she only knew how
Speaker 1: much that turned him on, made him want to pin
Speaker 1: her beneath him and drive himself into her, make her
Speaker 1: scream his name as he made her come for him.
Speaker 1: I'm so fucked, and Savior grumbled, sliding behind the wheel
Speaker 1: of his truck. Well and truly fucked. The journey home
Speaker 1: was thankfully eventless, given the lateness of the hour. Traffic
Speaker 1: seemed to have vacated all the roads between the office
Speaker 1: and Monica's apartment. She sighed as the hot water seeped
Speaker 1: into her and she lifted the glass of wine to
Speaker 1: her lips. Her body was still feeling the electricity that
Speaker 1: a Xavier caused, the look she had seen tonight, the
Speaker 1: way he reacted when she told him about Denis and
Speaker 1: his story tactics, how protective he had been of her,
Speaker 1: him saying she was beautiful Christ. It was a wonder
Speaker 1: she hadn't melted into a puddle there in her office.
Speaker 1: Her nipples had been throbbing By the time she got
Speaker 1: in her car, her panties had been absolutely soaked. When
Speaker 1: she peeled them off before stepping into her tub taking
Speaker 1: another sip, her thoughts ran wild. Jesus, he has no
Speaker 1: idea what he does to me. God, I wish I
Speaker 1: could say something, but he's my freaking boss and there
Speaker 1: is no way he could return those feelings. The man
Speaker 1: is gorgeous, and according to Rumamil, richer than criesus, what
Speaker 1: am I? I'm thirty four going through a shitty divorce
Speaker 1: and his assistant. Why would he want me when he
Speaker 1: could have any woman he wanted. Laying there in the
Speaker 1: steaming water, staring at the far wall, sipping her wine,
Speaker 1: Monica became even more aware of her body. The heat
Speaker 1: had nothing to do with the water washing over her,
Speaker 1: Swallowing the last of her wine, and sitting the empty
Speaker 1: glass on the bath side table. Her head fell back
Speaker 1: and her eyes closed. A whimp escaped her when her
Speaker 1: left hand slid over her thigh. Her right hand slid
Speaker 1: up her body and copped one of her breasts, finding
Speaker 1: her nipples, pinching it gently. Monica aside her legs opening
Speaker 1: in her mind, though her hands were exavious teasing her body,
Speaker 1: making her wet for him. Moaning, her left hand found
Speaker 1: her clip and softly started rubbing it as she tugged
Speaker 1: her nipple, imagining Xavier pulling on her nipple as he
Speaker 1: teased her clip. She was so worked up her body
Speaker 1: needed release. When two fingers sank between her folds, she
Speaker 1: cried out, stretching her lips as her fingers explored deeper
Speaker 1: inside her pussy, rolling her nipple more, pinching it faster
Speaker 1: between her nails. She knew her body knew right now
Speaker 1: she wasn't going to last. Replaying what happened in her
Speaker 1: office tonight set her on fire. It had been so
Speaker 1: long since she had felt the touch of a man.
Speaker 1: She was practically starved for it, her fingers thrusting faster
Speaker 1: and deeper, her hips rolling, making the water slosh in
Speaker 1: the tub, But she didn't care. All she cared about
Speaker 1: was coming. Knowing that when she came, it would be
Speaker 1: Xavier's name on her lips like it was in her dreams.
Speaker 1: That fine thought pushed her over the edge. The bathroom
Speaker 1: echoing as she cried Xavier's name, shuddering at the intensity
Speaker 1: of her orgasm, panting her breath eased as her fingers
Speaker 1: slipped out of her and she released her nipple, relaxing
Speaker 1: into the water. God an a mess, pining after my boss,
Speaker 1: she chastised herself. Not sure if that's embarrassing or just
Speaker 1: plain pathetic, Monica reached for the washcloth and lathered it
Speaker 1: up with her favorite body wash. She quickly caressed her body,
Speaker 1: and by the time she pulled the plug out and
Speaker 1: stepped from the tub, she felt just plainly exhausted. The
Speaker 1: feelings for Xavier, the stress of dealing with Denis and
Speaker 1: not showing her fear that he would make good on
Speaker 1: his threat. Hanging the towel up, she pulled on her
Speaker 1: sleep shirt and headed for bed. Please let this mess
Speaker 1: with Dennis be over and soon, please, she prayed as
Speaker 1: she climbed between the sheets. So part two next week. Yes,
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Speaker 1: until next time, when we can catch up with what's
Speaker 1: happening with Xavier and Monica see what they're up to.
Speaker 1: But until then, when I can get you wild in
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