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Emily called Lorelai in a panic because of her date with Simon McLanne that evening. 

“Lorelai! I don’t know what to wear or what to do! He will be here in half an hour. Oh god I’m going to call this off” Emily said in her rant.

”Hello to you too mother. No way! Does this mean you and dad are back together?”

”No! I have a date!”

”With a man?”

”No a weasel. Of course a man!”

Lorelai had so many questions but she knew they would have to wait.

”Mom. Breathe. Do you want to go on this date? Are you ready for it?”

”Yes.”

”Okay. Hang on tight I’ll be there in 10!”

                            ~*~

Lorelai arrived pretty soon not wanting to miss this moment. It was rare to see her mother in distress, yet alone she’s never seen her mother prepare for a date that wasn’t with her father. Lorelai wouldn’t miss this moment for the world.

When she entered her parents room, clothes went flying past her. Almost taking her down.

”Ah! Chanel attack” Lorelai yelled out.

”Sorry, sorry I don’t know what to wear!” Emily said.

”Okay I’ll help”

”Thank you.”

Lorelai smiled.

”What about this one mom? It screams elegant and not dirty mistress.” Lorelai teased.

”Lorelai!” Emily looked horrified.

“It looks more I’m ready to move on with my life.” Lorelai said with a wink.

”I am ready to move on. If he can have lunches with his Ex-fiancée I can go on a harmless date.” Emily said proudly.

”Okay if you say it’s harmless I don’t have to scare him to bring my mother back by 9pm”

Emily rolled her eyes and went to try on the dress Lorelai chose.

After countless times of changing and saying she wants Lorelai’s opinion and then not going through with it; Emily finally found something to wear.

Emily wore a black lace dress which covered her up to her knees. It had wide sleeves but was tight fitting. Not too tight obviously as she would consider that ‘improper’. The dress hugged her curves perfectly and showed off her legs without it being considered ‘improper’. Emily had always taken care of her physique.

She wore her hair down as always. She had a black Hérmes Kelly clutch, paired with her Cartier love bracelet and gold four clever Van Cleef bracelet. She kept left her wrist very simple same as her right one where she wore a gold Harry Winston watch.

On her ears she wore simple pearls which matched her necklace.

She was debating on taking of her wedding ring, but decided to take it off as it wouldn’t be right to wear a piece of Richard to her date.

                           ~*~

Simon arrived at 6pm to pick her up. He parked his car and knocked on the door. The new maid opened the door.

”Hello” he said smiling.

“Hello, I will let Mrs. Gilmore know that you are here.” The maid said as she opened the door for Simon. He came in as she went away. He stood in the foyer admiring Emily’s house. A house she shares with Richard. He got the reminder as he looked at a photo of the two of them from at Rory’s High School Graduation.

Simon had always thought that Richard wasn’t good enough for Emily, and when he found out that Emily was some what single again he knew that this was his only opportunity to be with her.

Emily felt nervous. She quickly finished applying her maroon lipstick, grabbed her clutch and black trench coat and made her way down.

Simon’s eyes lit up the moment he saw her. She noticed. It didn’t give her butterflies though.

”You look beautiful Emily.” he said as he kissed her left hand. He noticed the missing wedding ring and got excited but kept a normal expression.

”Thank you, Simon.” She replied with a smile.

They both made their way outside, after Simon helped Emily put her coat on. He opens the car door for her and then got to his side and started to drive.

                          ~*~

”Hello? Diane speaking. Mrs. Gilmore’s maid”

”Ah, yes. Hello, it’s Mr. Gilmore.”

”Oh! Hello. I hope everything’s alright on your date.”

”Date?”

”Are you not with Mrs. Gilmore on a date at La Pierre?”

”What.”

”Oh I’m sorry I think you must’ve called the wrong Mrs. Gilmore then” 

“No there’s only one Mrs Gilmore. My Mrs. Gilmore. Seems like she’s out with someone else. I called to ask if the Electrician had come by today to fix the electrical problem she talked to me about.”

Richard was angry. His wife out on a date? Who could she be out with?

“I’ll let her know you called Mr. Gilmore. Thank you. I’m sorry for the confusion.”

The maid knew that after this tonight she was most definitely fired.

Richard was furious. How could she go on a date when they were still married? He would tell her a piece of his mind when she came back from her so called ‘date’.

                          ~*~

Simon dropped Emily back home at 9pm. She wanted to invite him in for some coffee but decided against it as she believed it was too soon. She’s only been out with him once! But other than she enjoyed herself.

She let herself in and took off her coat. She stood in the foyer just thinking about what happened and then made her way to the living room.

Richard saw Simon McLanne drop her off from the pool house. His blood was boiling. No one other than Simon McLanne dropped her off! Simon! Simon who’s supposed to be a friend of his!

He marched to the house and started to knock like a mad man. In a way he was. Mad for Emily.

”Who in the world would knock like that?” Emily questioned agitated.

She walked to the door and opened it. She opened the door to an angry Richard.

”Richard what are you doing here at this hour? And why did you knock so rudely?” She started to make her way down the hall to the living room.

But…

Richard grabbed her arm before she was out of his reach and spun her around to face him.

”What are you doing? Let go of me” She was getting impatient now.

”Why were you out with Simon McLanne?”

”How do you know I went out with Simon?”

”It doesn’t matter how I found out. Why were you out on a date?”

”Oh so now you start to care who goes out with who?” Emily was angry. He had no right to talk to her that way considering he went out with his ex for 40 years behind her back.

”Emily I’ve told you a million times that nothing happened between me and Lynnie!”

”Lynnie? You guys are so close. I mean you call her ‘Lynnie’. Something must’ve happened or you wouldn’t call her Lynnie!”

”Nothing happened! Now stop changing the subject and tell me as to why on earth you had the nerve to go out with Simon McLanne!”

”I wanted to. He’s a good man.” Emily was smug. She knew it would set it him off.

”A good man? A good man doesn’t go out with another man’s wife!”

”Oh so now I’m your wife?”

”Don’t be ridiculous! Of course you’re mine.”

”Huh? That’s funny because for all of our so called ‘marriage’ you were seeing your ex-fiancée. If you did consider me as your wife you wouldn’t have down that!”

Richard was livid. How could she not see that he loved her and not Penilyn Lott! He ended things with Penilyn for Emily.  He is crazy about her.

So crazy that he did the unthinkable. He grabbed her by her waist and took her face in his hands and smashed their lips together. He kissed her with all the built up passion he’s had for her. His mouth moved in sink with hers, she opened her mouth to breathe but he took that as his entry to enter her mouth with his tongue.

Emily suddenly pulled back and slapped him right across the face. 

Richard looked surprised and started at her. She was looking so beautiful. He got angry all over again thinking about how Simon saw her like that all evening.

She stared at him out of breath. In sink, they both moved closer to kiss again.

He pulled her in by the waist and bent down a little. She put her arms around his neck and brought him closer to her. Richard moved from her mouth to her neck, switching between the two.

What surprised most people is that Richard is actually very strong and doesn’t get tired easily. At both their ages they both had high Stamina’s and were in great shape. Emily was light so she was easy to carry.

Richard stoped kissing her and looked at the stairs contemplating whether he should take her upstairs or not.

Due to their massive height difference she couldn’t see his expression and gave a confused look.

He had made up his mind. He was going to take her upstairs and show her who her husband was. 

He bent down and picked her up from her legs so he could throw her over his shoulder.

He threw her over his shoulder and made his way towards the stairs.

”Richard!” She shouted surprised from the sudden change in position.

He gave her a slap to the ass that shut her up.

”Don’t think I didn’t see your missing wedding rings. I’m just going to teach you as to why you should never not wear them.”

”Don’t think because I kissed you back that that means we’re all good again”

”I wouldn’t dream of it Mrs. Gilmore”

                          ~*~

Inside the bedroom Richard put Emily on to the ground.

She turned to face him and threw her arms around his neck and brought him down so she could kiss him.

He moved his mouth in sync o hers. They were like moths to flame.

”I hate you!”

”I hate you too!”

”I hate you so much that through out my entire date I could only think about you, and that stupid party you threw when we first meet!”

”I hate you so much that I can’t stop thinking about you!”

”You’re the worst! If you wouldn’t have seen Penilyn none of this wouldn’t have happened! This is all your fault! I get you!”

Richard trapped her face and smashed their lips together once again. Leaving her breathless.

Richard pulled away and darted to take his blazer and shirt off.

Emily reached behind her back to grab her zipper and pulled it down, taking off her dress.

She noticed him staring at her.

”How did you know I went out with Simon?” She was taking her heels off.

”I saw him drop you off.”

”Well, you’re going to have to get used to that Richard. We’re going to be going out now.”

”No you’re not.” Richard grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards the bed. He sat on the bed and she was between his legs.

”You can’t tell me what to do. God! You’re such a Hypocrite Rich-“ she was quickly silenced when he bit her lace covered nipple.

Richard replaced her curses with moans. He massaged her other boob and made his way to unclip it. The black lace fell to the floor and he pulled her onto the bed.

It had been a while since they were making love, he didn’t know when they’d do it again so he took his opportunity.

She was laying underneath him. He made sure not to put all of his body weight on her, he didn’t want to obviously crush her.

Richard was staring at her so intensely, it made her feel aroused and she could feel him being aroused as well. It made her more confident.

Richard leaned down and put his face into her boobs, he grabbed the boob his mouth wasn’t covering and massaged it. He knew that this made her moan but she was being stubborn and kept her moans in.

He noticed and smirked. His mouth wandered up to her neck. He kissed the place that turned her into a moaning mess. She was still being stubborn and held it in.

”You do know this changes nothing between us? We’re still going to be separated and you’re still going to live in the pool house.”

Richard moved his fingers into her panties. He could feel her being aroused. He stroked her for a while and then put two digits up her. He moved in a circular motion, knowing that he will hit her spot.

”You’ve told me a million times Emily. It’s as if you’re trying to convince yourself.”

”Oh god no! I wouldn’t want to ever do this again! I’m just telling you so you don’t get any wrong ideas!”

”Whatever you say”

Emily was angry all over again. She pulled his fingers out from her and took off her underwear and threw to where her heels were. She changed their position so she was on top.

She positioned herself on him and sat down. Richard starred at her and smirked.

”Don’t go off thinking about me and tonight. Penilyn Lott wouldn’t like that”

”How would Simon feel if he knew that you’re making love to me and not him tonight?”

Emily increased her lace making him feel it.She leaned forward and kissed his chest and moved from his chest to his neck. Leaving him with a present for him to find your tomorrow when he looks in the mirror.

”I take your silence as an answer that you won’t be seeing him again. Good girl”

”Oh I will most certainly see him again in fact, I will call him later and tell him how much of a good time I had tonight”

Richard could feel his blood boiling. Why would she still want to go out with him? He remembered that Simon works for ‘Berkshire Hathaway’ he would ask Sloan to send him on a long trip.

He changed their positions again so he was on top. He slowly entered her again and started to kiss her neck.

”I’m going to send your little date away for a while” He smirked.

Emily slapped him across the face again. “I would like to see you try.”

Richard laughed and increased his pace.

                        ~*~

It was sunrise by the time they were done. They were both covered in sweat and each other.

Richard kissed her on the lips and got up. She looked at him not wanting him to leave just yet. He started to head towards the shower.

”Uh you’re not going to shower in my shower. You can go back to the pool house to shower”

”Seriously?”

”Yes! This was a one time thing now go before anyone sees you!”

”Call Simon and tell him that you’re no longer going to see him again because you don’t feel ready and then put your rings back on”

”You can’t make me do anything”

”We’ll see about that”

”Remember this doesn’t mean anything! This was just sex!” Emily yelled angrily.

”Whatever you say Mrs. Gilmore” Richard smirked.

Richard made his way back to the pool house and she put her rings back on. 

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Emily had spent the entire morning not to think about what happened last night. After trying to distract herself with various activities in the house she ultimately decided to go shoppping. On Richard’s Card obviously.

Excitedly, she changed into a black miniskirt and cream blouse. She paired that with gold hoops, her normal stack of bracelets, a simple gold necklace and of course her wedding rings. After last night, she told herself shed wear them again so Richard had no excuse to do to her what he did last night, she told herself. She wore her Jimmy Choo Romy 100 Suede Pumps in black and a a black lady Dior.

After dressing, she made her way downstairs and drove into the city. The drive had been short as everybody was working. Emily debated on shopping for shoes or clothes first. Shoes. The obvious choice.

                                                                                                            ~*~ 

”Simon McLanne?” Floyd asked confused. Him and Richard were sat in a meeting discussing who to send out to London for 6 months for the job. 

“Yes. He’d be a fantastic candidate! He’s reliable, good at the job and not to mention a go getter!” Richard was trying to convince Floyd to send Simon out. He told Emily he’d make it happen. If Richard Gilmore puts his mind to a task he makes it happen.

”Very well then. Simon it is” Floyd decided. Richard was smirking but had his back turned to him, so he could grab a muffin. 

“Should we go grab some Lunch?” Floyd asked. Richard turned and spilled the blueberry jam from his muffin on to his shirt. 

“Oh for heavens sake!” 

“We’ll stop by Ralph Lauren to get you a new shirt. We have a meeting with the Gellers after lunch.”

They both made their way out of the meeting room and went to the car park. 

“I’ll drive” Richard offered in a good mood despite having spilled on his shirt. All because he knew that tonight after work, he could drive home and before going to the pool house he could tell his beautiful wife that her date will no longer be here to take her out for dinner again.

      
                    ~*~

”Do you have this in a size 6?” Emily asked. She was looking for new blouses. 

“Yes, Mrs. Gilmore. I’ll be right back.” 

In the mean time, Emily looked clutches; if you were in a Chanel store you have to get a clutch.

The sales associate came back with all her blouses and clutches. Emily was happy and paid for them, using Richard’s card. She couldn’t let him get away with what he did last night.

After Chanel, she went to Harry Winston, then Manolo Blahnik, then Christian Louboutin, then Hérmes, then Burberry and lastly Ralph Lauren.

Her arms were full of shopping bags that reached up to her elbows. Retail therapy always helped her.

Emily was browsing trough their Winter Collection when she heard him. Richard.

“Yes, I’d like it in blue” he told the sales lady.

No. No, No, No! The universe was punishing her today.

”Emily?” Floyd asked.

Richards heart flipped at the mere mention of her name.

”Floyd. Richard” Emily greeted both men, wanting to die right then and there.

She didn’t want to see Richard today! She was meant to go shopping, then get a message from him saying that she needs to stop spending all the money from one bank account. He always thought they should spend equal amount of money on all of their accounts. Then she was meant to eat lots and lots of ice cream and get a call from her daughter asking her how her date went.

That’s how her day was meant to be! Not running into her husband who she’s trying to forget!

“Busy shopping are we?” Richard smirked.

”Yes. I was very productive one might say” She smiled and looked at Floyd. Daring not to make eye contact with Richard.

Richard noticed. He knew he had her trembling. It means she still cared.

”Mrs. Gilmore! Here you go, our newest jumpers and blazers.” The sales assistant came back.

”Thank you.”

Richard knew that they’d look incredible on her. Which made him wonder what she was wearing underneath her outfit today.

He thought it would be the burgundy lingerie set because that’s what she always wore underneath this blouse.

He could feel himself getting aroused all over again. Since leaving their bed this morning, he couldn’t stop thinking about what happened last night.

The way he got her to scream his name; her face when her climax came; the way she straddled him with her sexy legs and took control.

Richard felt him getting aroused in the most inconvenient places. In the shower, in the car on his way to work, his meeting with Floyd and the Smiths or right now.

”Well, gentlemen have a great shopping trip. I have a lunch reservation.” Emily said awkwardly.

Before she left, she accidentally dropped one of the thousand shopping bags she had. Richard immediately bent down with her to pass it to her. She leaned forward which made her blouse go low and show of her cleavage. Richard’s breath caught at the sight of her sexy boobs and when he felt their hands brush against each other trying to get the shopping bag.

”Thank you.” Richard said.

Emily rolled her eyes and left.

”Shall we go find a shirt for you then?” Floyd suggested trying to hide his face.

”Y-Yeah” 

Richard picked out a navy blue shirt. It was Emily’s favourite colour on him.

With that, he thought he should pay her a visit to the restaurant she’d be at.

Bistro Belle Vie.

Emily’s favourite place to have lunch at.

Richard payed for his shirt and got dressed in the bathroom. Then, him and Floyd went to Bistro Belle Vie.

        
                          ~*~

”Hello, Simon?” Emily asked confused. Why would he call her in the middle of the day like that? He is meant to be at work. She thought.

“Hello, Emily. I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Absolutely not! I’m glad you called” she really wasn’t. She wanted to have one peaceful meal in her favourite restaurant with out the mention of any men.

”I had a great time last night. And I’m guessing so did you, because I just found out that Richard’s office is sending me away for 6 months.” Simon was mad but his it well.

”Oh”

”He’s being childish! If he has a problem with me he could’ve talked to me like an adult!”

”I didn’t know.”

“Did he see us?”

”W-what?” She wasn’t listening properly. She was annoyed. Annoyed that Richard actually did pull through.

”Did he see me drop you off last night?”

”Maybe. He wasn’t at the restaurant I think.”

”Okay. I’m going to talk to Floyd about sending someone else. I can’t possibly go to London for 6 months.”

“Yes, you should.”

”Thank you Emily. I hope to see you soon beautiful.”

With that she ended the phone. Richard is being immature! She thought. Why would he do this?

Just as she was about to go lay him a visit, she walked into someone’s chest.

Richard again.

”Emmy! Are you alright?”

She glared. He had one of his hands in her waist and the other on her hip. It reminded her of last night. The way he touched her.

”No! Watch where you’re going! Why are you even here? Stop following me!”

Floyd looked awkward and went to go find a  table.

“Jesus, Em. Calm down.” He smirked, not removing his hands from her body.

”Hands.” She said ice cold.

Richard let go with a shiver down his spine.

”How could you do this?!” She asked.

Richard smirked and pulled her in a little.

”Because my darling. No man other than me can take you out.”

”You’re such a hypocrite!”

”Richard, I hate to disturb your conversation but the Gellers are here merely so we must leave. Carla can pick our lunch up.” Floyd interrupted.

”This conversation isn’t over. Come see me at 3 in my office.”

Richard and Floyd both left.

Emily was stood there, flushed. What just happened? She thought.

                       ~*~

Emily was angry.

She stormed into her husbands office.

”What is wrong with you?!”

”Nothing my love. Why?” He was grinning like the joker.

”I told you to leave Simon out of this!”

”Well, I told you, you couldn’t see him again!”

“You can’t tell me what to do, Richard!”

“That’s not was going on last night.” He whispered. She heard.

”Last night was a mistake.”

”Yet… you enjoyed every second.”

”How could you possibly know?”

”The way you moaned; the way you screamed my name; you’re literally wearing your wedding rings right now!”

Emily knew she shouldn’t have put them on.

”Go to hell!”

Richard was getting angry now. How could she deny their love from last night?

”Lock the door.”

”What?”

”Lock the door.”

Emily huffed. “You’re out of your mind.”

”Maybe.”

Richard stood up from his desk and closed the blinds.

Emily looked the door. She didn’t know why. Part of her told her to get out of the office now, the other said to just jump Richard right there and show him just how much she loved him.

The lock clicked.

Emily’s hand was still on the knob when Richard moved.

Not rushed…

Not wild…

But with that controlled intensity she knew better than anyone.

His fingers closed around her waist and he turned her, guiding her back until…

Her spine met the wooden shelf behind her.

Her breath left her in a soft gasp.

Richard pinned her against the shelf. Holding both her arms in one hand above her head. The other held her waist. His right knee parted her thighs.

A moan threatened to spill.

The room felt suddenly too small.

Or maybe it was him.

Maybe it was the way he stood so close she could feel the heat rolling off him, his breath brushing her cheek.

“Richard,” she warned, but it came out breathless.

“Tell me to stop,” he said softly.

She didn’t.

His hand slid to the small of her back, warm and deliberate, holding her in place without force, just enough that she felt it. Felt him. Felt the way he was trying so hard not to touch her more.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she whispered.

“You keep saying that.”

His mouth was inches from hers.

“Yet you locked the door.”

Emily swallowed. “To talk.”

Richard’s eyes dropped to her lips. “Liar.”

She inhaled sharply, the kind of sound she hated making, the kind he always caused.

”You think I don’t notice? When men look T you?”

”W-what” her breath hitched.

”Of course I notice! You’re my wife. You’re mine. Nobody in this world is allowed to look at you that way but me!”

“Richard—”

“And you,” he breathed, lowering his forehead to hers, “wearing this blouse.”

Her cheeks burned. “I didn’t wear it for anyone.”

“You wore it,” he said, voice low and rough, “and I looked.”

Heat shot through her; unwelcome; undeniable.

His fingers brushed her hip.

Just a graze.

She felt it everywhere.

“We said last night was a mistake,” she whispered.

“Yes,” he said. “We were lying then too.”

Her pulse hammered in her throat.

“Richard… we shouldn’t—”

“Emily,” he murmured, “if you truly didn’t want this, you wouldn’t be shaking.”

“I am not—”

He lifted her chin gently.

“You are.”

She hated him for being right.

She hated that he could still undo her with a single touch.

She hated that her body reacted to his before she even had time to think.

And she hated how much she wanted him.

His hand slid behind her, splaying between her shoulder blades, pulling her the smallest inch closer — enough that the heat of him settled fully against her.

Her breath hitched.

“You’re mine”

She stiffened, insulted, furious, flustered all at once.

“I am not yours,” she snapped.

He exhaled a shaky breath through his nose the kind he made only when she got under his skin.

“You always have been.”

Her knees weakened.

She hated it.

“Richard…”

He leaned in until his lips nearly brushed her ear.

“Tell me you didn’t think about last night.”

Her eyes fluttered shut.

“Tell me,” he whispered, “you didn’t think about my hands on you the second you woke up.”

Emily’s breath trembled.

“Tell me,” he murmured, “you didn’t hope I’d follow you to lunch.”

Her hands, which had been pressed against the shelf for support, curled into the wood.

“Richard…”

He pulled back just enough to look at her — really look at her — and the hunger in his expression nearly undid her entirely.

Then — slow, deliberate, devastating — he slid his hand along her waist, fingers trailing over the silk of her blouse.

“Emily,” he said softly. “If you want me to stop… tell me.”

Silence.

Thick.

Scalding.

Unmistakable.

And then—

She pulled her arms out of his grip and grabbed the lapel of his suit and smashed their lips together.

The shelf rattled.

His breath left him in a low, rough sound she had only heard a handful of times in her life.

His hands were on her, not explicit, not crude, but everywhere she felt.

Her back.

Her waist.

Her hips.

Her name whispered against her skin like a promise.

Paper rustled.

Something on the shelf tipped.

She didn’t care.

Neither did he.

The kiss.

The one she refused to say she wanted, found them the moment her hand slid into his hair.

Richard entered her mouth with his tongue and slid his hands from her waist into her skirt.

Her breath hitched.

Richard continued kissing her, but put two fingers up her heat and worked her, just the way she liked it. His thumb massaging her clit.

”Richard..” she said throaty. His favourite.

”Shhh.. we wouldn’t want anyone to find us; do we?”

Emily bit her lip as an orgasm rolled through her.

“So beautiful.” Richard loved watching his wife in sheer pleasure.

He pulled out his hands and hoisted her up and blindly swiped his desk, so he could sit her on it.

He put his fingers into his mouth, wanting to taste her sweetness.

Emily unbuttoned her blouse and threw it across the room.

Richard unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her legs.

Emily grabbed his lapels and smashed their lips together once again.

Richard pulled of his blazer as she started to unbutton his shirt without breaking their kiss.

”Emmy..” 

“Shhh..”

Richard pulled off his shirt and threw it to her skirt and blouse. He unzipped his pants and threw them to the coffee table.

He was right. She was wearing the burgundy set. He smirked and looked her in the eyes.

No words had to be exchanged.

Richard unhooked the clasp of her bra and threw it onto his plant.

He put his mouth around one nipple the other one his fingers massaged.

Emily was a moaning mess above him. 
She kissed the valley of her boobs to her stomach to the lining of her panties.

He took them off and sneakily, put them in his drawer.

”I saw that. I want them back-“

Emily was quickly silenced when his lips were kissing the inside of her thighs. He went further and worked her core with his tongue and finger.

When she was about to reach her climax he quickly pulled away.

”Richard!” She screamed from his absence.

Richard quickly thrusted in her, silencing her once again.

”Oh my god!”

“Easy Emmy. Relax darling.”

Richard continued at a slow pace until she begged for more.

He quickly increased his pace and depth. Giving her fast, deep strokes.

When they both reached climax they were our do breath.

Richard collapsed in his office chair whisky Emily was still sitting on his desk.

”Richard?” Followed by a knock.

Both they’re eyes shot open.

They both quickly dressed and straightened themselves up.

Emily sat on his couch where as Richard unlocked the door for Floyd.

Floyd was about to come in but he saw Richard’s tie crooked; shirt messed up and Emily’s hair tussled.

He knew what they did. Mortified he left.

”I’ll talk to you later!” Richard shouted back and closed the door.

”You’re impossible!”

”And you my dear, are irresistible.”

              
                          ~*~

 
After that, Emily quickly went home, where she put her shopping bags away and thought about that had happened with Richard.