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