Free Take It Farther by Laran Mithras Page A

list. You're married, correct?"
    I knew she knew I was, but sometimes things changed with
people. "Yes. Jolene."
    "Bring her. It's semi-formal attire; we're not trying
to impress anyone."
    I nodded.
    She moved to her desk and dropped the folder on it - some
dossier on some bank or other. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you how
delicate our work is."
    "No ma'am."
    "This kind of position might give one the irresistible
itch to brag to one's friends. Don't fall for the temptation."
    "No, ma'am."
    "We do what we do quietly."
    "Of course."
    "Avoid strange new women."
    "Ma'am?"
    "Snoops. Reporters. Keep your nose clean."
    I nodded. "Ah, yes. Bob spoke of such things. I do
everything with my wife. No reporter is going to find me at a bar on my
own."
    She took a breath and nodded. "Welcome to the executive
leagues, Richard." She indicated the door.
    I stood and gently shook her hand.
    Carla was typing on the computer at her desk. She said
without looking, "I've added you to the executive mail list. I'm sending a
few things to you now."
    "Thank you."
    She didn't look at me and I didn't expect her to.
    I entered the elevator back down to my office. I'm a
handsome man; my wife tells me so. I eat right and my physique is slim. But at
the company we work for, the very atmosphere is sexless. No, Carla would not
look at me with admiring eyes, even if she might have thought I was attractive.
    Power was like that.
    I texted my wife back. "Love you too. We're invited to
the Christmas party."
    She sent a few minutes later. "Formal?"
    "Semi."
    "Whew. What a relief."
    I sent, "See you in a few."
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    I drove an S-Class Mercedes. I had been making that much
money before. I would almost double that with my new position. But it wasn't a
windfall surprise like winning a lottery ticket. I had earned it and expected
it.
    I pulled into our McMansion as Jolene called it. Planned
community, huge gated circular drive. Very posh. Still have a few years left on
the mortgage which we were overpaying by a very large amount.
    Her BMW was in the garage. She worked as head administrator
of the school district, right under the publicly elected position.
    She was in the kitchen.
    My wife is handsome. I say handsome because her plain
features would not be considered runway-model material. But she has a feminine
grace that oozes beauty and sexuality. Her straight black hair was silk in my
fingers and her pale skin often reminded me of Morticia from the Addams Family.
    She planted a kiss on my lips that left me smiling. She
always makes me smile.
    "Smells good," I said.
    "Garlic chicken. With rice."
    "Mmm."
    "How was Jacqueline?"
    I sat on the wrought-iron stool at the counter. "Like I
expected. She even warned me about strange women."
    "No flirting?" She gave me a questioning eyebrow.
    "With her? Heavens no. It's not like that there."
    "I find it hard to believe no one even looks at
you."
    I just shook my head.
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    She smiled at me from bed. It was our night.
    I winked. "Someone made you hot?"
    It was our thing. We roleplayed her being hit on by other
men. Lately it was some young guy at the district offices, but I suspected he
was totally imaginary.
    "Mmm, yes. He brushed up against me today. I swear I
felt his bulge."
    I climbed over her, naked, and laid next to her. My hand
moved down to her pussy. "So you think you might have felt him?"
    "Yes." She smiled as I toyed.
    "Was he hard?"
    She gripped my soft shaft. "A little harder than
this."
    I dipped a finger into her hole. "I think you should
accidentally grab him tomorrow. Feel him with your hand."
    "Ooo, you're naughty."
    "I bet he'd like it." I was hardening. I moved
down and placed my mouth over her clit. "Maybe he dreams of licking
you." One touch of my tongue was all it took. I knew what set her off –
the words, the lick.
    She convulsed, gasping and holding my head with clutching
fingers. She laughed. "Darn you."
    "What?" I gave her a grin.
    "I wanted to enjoy that a little more."