AN: Boom! Double update- Waaatttt!!???

I haven't seen or spoken to Mr. M for weeks. I have to admit- I miss him and our cozy moments together. Even if we're just arguing, at least he'll still be there.

I have this crazy need to know how he is, to know if he even misses me back. The scholarship thing can stay on the back burner- for now. I don't feel like arguing today.
So.....
I put on a cute dress that I know he'll like, and I make my way over to his new office. I researched the adress online. I even pack us a lunch like a good wannabe girlfriend.

I walk into the building and I immediately feel underdressed.

'Maybe I shouldn't have shown up completely unexpected.' It's already too late though because a receptionist has spotted me.

"May I help you?" Her voice is a bit judging but not so much to turn me away.

"Uh yes, I'm looking for Mr. Marceles' office.?"

"It's on the top floor." She says this like I'm stupid for not already knowing this.

"And the elevators?" I ask kindly.
She points in the direction and I leave. My nerves are already on high alert, I can't let some snooty secretary mess with me on top of everything else.

'How is he going to take my entering his work space? I know he invited me but that was weeks ago. Does he even want to see me now? Maybe this is just a one way type thing where only he can pop up at random times.' These are my thoughts as I ride up the elevator to Mr. M's office.

I step off the elevator and go in the direction of the pointed arrow on the opposite wall.

The chick downstairs must've called because the next secretary I encounter is already making her way towards me.

"You need to leave." She tries to usher me back but I stand my ground.

"I'm here to see Mr. Marceles."

"I know." And yet she still keeps trying to push me back.

'Counterproductive much?'

"Can you at least tell him that I'm here?" I'm starting to feel like scum and that pisses me off. She's not even giving me a chance to explain.

'What's if Mr. M intentionally told her not to let me in?' Self doubt floods my brain.

"Mr. Marceles is a very busy man, he doesn't have time for groupies. Now please leave." We are back to the elevators and I stop dead and face her.

"I am NOT some damned groupie." I'm feeling my anger but I try and repress it. The last thing I need to do is cause a scene that will embarrass both myself and Mr. M.

The secretary snorts, "That's what they all say, now leave."

Feeling defeated I turn to an elevator, the one next to it dings but I don't look at the person getting out. I don't want anyone to see the frustrated tears in my eyes. I step onto the elevator and press the ground floor button. Once these doors close I know I'll loose my cool outward composure. I need it to hurry up because my eyes are starting to burn. My foot taps impatiently.

"Phoebe?" a familiar voice asks from outside of the elevator.

I look up and standing in front of me is Mr. M. He has a folder open in front of him like he was walking while reading it. I stare at him so long that the doors almost shut between us. Luckily, Mr. M has fast reflexes and his hand shot out to stop them.

With his hand on the retreating elevator door, he gives me a small smile.
"What are you doing here?" His voice sounds awed like he can't believe that I'm standing right in front of him. Obviously he didn't think I'd crack first, neither did i.

I hold up the little basket in my hand. It's my peace offering.
"I brought you some lunch. Are you hungry?"

He gives me a full on smile now and takes the basket out of my hand, always the gentleman.
"I am now, come." He gestures for me to walk in front of him. "If you're here to bring me lunch, why were you leaving?"

"SHE," I nod towards the bitch with the shocked look on her face, she stayed to make sure the elevator doors closed on me. "-thought I was a groupie and was kicking me out." Yeah, I snitched! She's lucky I won't tell him about how she wouldn't even take my name down.

"Hmm Mrs. Landrum? We'll talk about this later?" He says it softly but the woman is shaking like a leaf, you'd think he's screaming.

"Y-yes sir." She then bolts off going in the direction opposite of us.

Mr. M transfers the basket to his opposite hand and throws his arm around my shoulders. I take the folder from his hand and hold it for him. Since his hand is now free, Mr. M slides it down to the base of my spine right before it reaches the top of my butt.

He leads me to his office that's behind the receptionist's desk which is in the middle of the room. There's a big wall behind the desk so we walk around it to reach his office door which has his name engraved on a plaque. He closes it behind us as I evaluate my surroundings.

The office is spacious, almost like an apartment and there's even a glass dining room table with chairs surrounding it. Mr. M places the basket on the table but pulls me towards a second room which seems to be his personal office, unlike the previous room- this one has no windows. The walls are indigo colored and his desk is a nice dark cherry wood.

Mr. M closes the door, locks it, then he makes a beeline for my lips.

He's kissing me like we haven't seen each other in years instead of weeks. I'm not complaining though, instead I kiss him back with the same gusto.

He picks me up and I immediately wrap my legs around his waist.

Mr. M then walks us over to his desk and with one hand, the other wrapped around my waist, he pushes some papers away and sets me down in their place. He breaks the kiss and starts kissing my neck while simultaneously taking off his suit jacket. Now he's just left with a plain button down shirt and tie, I quickly pull his shirt loose from its previously tucked-in position. I then angle my mouth to his so that we're kissing again.

I discard his shirt but leave his tie because I want to keep something to pull on, if the need to do so arises. Mr. M rests his hands on my thighs and pushes up my dress to expose my bright pink thong. I hate the things but panty lines simply don't work for me.

Mr. M growls in appreciation. "I like these, but they have to go." He strips them off and stuffs them in his pocket. Mr. M then drops to his knees and spreads my legs even further. "My, my Phoebe. Did you plan for this to happen?" A chuckle makes its way past his lips.

Before I can answer I feel his tongue swipe my clit. I moan in pleasure, I slightly rock my hips waiting for more. I feel one of his long fingers teasing me before it slides in with ease. Yeah, he's right when he says that I was ready, being around this man always gets me in the mood for naughty things.

His tongue finds my clit again and I'm lost to ecstasy.

When I start panting, Mr. M stands up and licks his fingers. He has no idea how wanton that makes me.

He unbuttons his pants and pushes them down along with his boxers. Even though I've seen his penis before it never fails to surprise/excite me with its girth. No words have to be said for us both to know what we want.

Just like always, Mr. M rubs himself against me. I lean back on the desk and enjoy the feeling of him. Mr. M easily gets slick with my excitement, he's able to rub himself against my clit faster and faster. It's pure heaven.

Then I feel the tip of him pressing into my vagina, I lean up and grab his shoulders before I tilt my pelvis a bit more to give him a better angle. All during this I'm making noises I didn't even know I could make.

Realizing that the slow approach won't work, Mr. M slams into my body then freezes. I look at him wide eyed then lay back on his desk, my legs are wrapped around his waist as I'm slowly rocking my hips trying to get used to him inside me. A deep grumbling moan erupts from my mouth but Mr. M is still frozen in place.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks in a choked whisper. He tries to pull out but my legs keep him locked in place. I lean up again and moan because his penis shifts a bit inside me.

"I thought you knew. I mean I was extremely inexperienced." I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him chest to breasts, I kiss him gently on the lips but he doesn't return it. He's always so grumpy, I want him to feel as I do. Yeah there's a bit of pain but I'm starting to feel an aching type pleasure.

"No. I didn't know." His voice is deep with ripe fury instead of lust.

"Well it's a bit late now, don't ya think?" I roll my eyes. I kiss him again but this time I bite down on his bottom lip- hard.

I knew it would get a reaction from him and sure enough, he growls at me then slaps my ass. I gasp in surprise but follow it with a moan of pleasure. Mr. M then slowly slides out before slamming back into place. 'FUUCCKK!'

"Mmmmm." I sound like a damn race car but I don't care. He keeps doing this and I know it's his way of punishment but it feels sssoooooo goooood. He has a firm grip on my ass as he's bringing us together. I firmly grip the hair with the base of his neck and I bring him close for a kiss, my other hand is clutching his side for dear life. With each thrust my body shakes like a building ready to crumble.

"I feel your walls tensing as well as your muscles, you're about to climax." Mr M observes, he's barely even breathing hard- unlike me.

"Uuggghhhhhh" it's not an official answer but it's all I can give him.

"I should pull out right now," and he slides nearly all the way out,"and leave you deprived." He slams into my body and I loose my breath. "Loosing your virginity should be special, not a quick office fuck." All while saying this he's steadily pounding my-

I shriek as my body freezes up and he comes in for the home run. I squeeze myself around him tight and I rock my hips against his as my body crashes from my climax. Once it's over I slump onto Mr. M and he holds me to his body.

He kisses the top of my head before whispering, "I'm so mad at you."

As soon as I recover, Mr. M pulls out and leaves me sitting on his desk.

He plops into his nice leather chair with a deep sigh. Mr. M says nothing as he unties his shoes and takes them off before pulling off his pants completely. I didn't even notice them around his ankles.

He looks good naked with only a tie around his neck. I pull off my dress so that I match his nudity. I stand up and my legs shake like a broken washing machine on the spin cycle. Eventually, I make it over to him though.

I sit myself right on his lap but he doesn't respond. Mr. M's eyes are closed and he looks like he's in pain which I don't like, I want him to feel as good as I do. His dick is hard and slick so I run my hand along his length before he grabs my wrist.

"No."

"I'm just helping." I lean in to kiss him but he moves away from me.

"Why didn't you tell me? This could've been done in an entirely different manner."

"I'm fine with how it played out, now, don't spoil the mood." I kiss his lips and give him no other option but to kiss me back. There's a slight throbbing in between my legs but it's easily ignored because I'm not done with him yet.

AN: BAM! Our heroine has lost her v-card!!

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