Once Tom and Charlotte were in bed, with only a single lamp illuminating the hotel room, Tom expected his assistant to demand that he fuck her. After all, that was why they were spending the night together. 

Instead, the young woman lay on her side and encouraged him to do the same, so that they now faced each other. She'd drawn the sheet up to her waist but left her breasts exposed to his view. 

As strange as it was playing the part of Charlotte's devoted lover, Tom found this even more bizarre. They hadn't yet fucked, but she was apparently more interested in pillow talk at the moment. Still semi-hard, he resisted the urge to keep stroking his cock. His resentment toward Charlotte only grew when he wondered if her interruption of their sexual momentum was an attempt to wreck his performance.

Forcing a smile, he hoped it looked genuine enough. Charlotte was still without her glasses, which led him to ask, "How well can you see me right now?"

"Not all that well," she admitted with a laugh. "But then, I don't need to. Even if I close my eyes, I can envision you perfectly." To prove her point, she lowered her lids. "Your irises are the color of jade, and they're circled by a ring of gold."

"Wow," he murmured, unable to hide his surprise. "That's quite poetic."

Keeping her eyes closed, she smiled at his remark.

"And your eyes," he went on in that low voice she clearly loved, "are a brilliant blue."

Charlotte looked at him then, her own surprise evident. "I can't believe you noticed."

"I've noticed plenty about you," Tom said while reaching for her. "But I didn't feel it was appropriate to comment on your appearance."

She readily nestled into his embrace. "Because we work together." 

"Exactly." He studied her face, trying to read her mood, but she was idly running her fingers through his chest hair. "We have to maintain professional boundaries at the office."

Charlotte's gaze was unexpectedly sharp when it met his. "But you don't maintain professional boundaries with Victoria." As she spoke, her touch remained gentle, yet Tom bristled beneath it. "I know you're fucking her."

Until that moment, he had considered Charlotte a problem that needed solving. A serious problem, yes, but a manageable one. He could tolerate significant risk to himself and his own career; Victoria was another story entirely.

She was a rung above him on the corporate ladder, and the only colleague he trusted. It was she who had promised to help him in his effort to become CEO. And in a single act of carelessness on his part, he'd left her dangerously vulnerable. To Charlotte, of all fucking people!   

His relationship with Victoria had started out purely symbiotic, for they would both benefit if David was ousted from his position. Though Victoria was the obvious candidate to replace him, she sensed Tom's hunger was far greater than her own. Of course, he had assured her she would be rewarded for her loyalty if their plan proved successful. 

As they spent more time together outside the office, his feelings for Victoria had intensified. They'd been careful, so careful, to keep their affair a secret. Now, it was all he could do to control his fury upon hearing his lover's name on Charlotte's lips.

Of course, Charlotte sensed the change in him. "I'll admit, you two were clever with your messages," she said. "Lots of communicating in code, but I figured it out." Sitting up a little, she allowed the sheet to slip farther down her body. "I know you so well, Tom. For two years now, I've studied your every gesture and mannerism. And the way you act in Victoria's presence..." She shrugged. "You might be able to hide your feelings for her from others, but not from me." That mocking smile reappeared as she added, "I must say, you've let your professional boundaries fall by the wayside."

Without thinking, Tom sat up and seized Charlotte by the chin. She didn't so much as flinch. "You leave Victoria out of this," he hissed. "Destroy my career if you want, but if you try to hurt her, I swear I'll take you down with me. Do you understand?" He gave her a shake for emphasis.

Finally, Charlotte pulled free of his grasp. "Stop being so dramatic. You and I have an agreement, remember? You give me tonight, and I don't interfere with the plan you and Victoria have hatched." Leaning toward the bedside table, she retrieved her glasses. "I only ask that you spare me the bullshit. You've never had the slightest interest in me. While you've been chasing Victoria, I've remained practically invisible to you."

Tom was too exasperated to argue. What the hell did she want from him tonight? She claimed to want passion, and a good fuck, yet she was wasting time analyzing his relationship with another woman.  

He watched as Charlotte slipped on her glasses. In the soft light, she studied him closely. Suddenly, her eyes grew wide. 

"You're as big a fool as I am!" she exclaimed. "My God, you're in love with her, aren't you?"

Instead of issuing a denial, Tom snarled, "It's none of your fucking business."

Charlotte merely shook her head. "Do you honestly think she's going to leave her filthy-rich husband and the perfect life they've created?" She snorted in derision. "That really would create a scandal! Come on, Tom, you can't seriously—"

He lunged before she could finish. Weaving his fingers through her hair, he roughly pulled her head back, forcing her to meet his stare. "I'm warning you to shut your mouth."

She didn't need to tell him to let go. Almost immediately, he was filled with shame, and he released his grip. Through his rage, he marveled at her ability to get under his skin.

Instead of responding with her own anger, or recoiling in fear, Charlotte moved even closer. He was too shocked to react when she slid onto his lap, wrapping her arms and legs around him. 

"Now you understand how I feel," she whispered. "You understand the torment of aching for someone you can never have."

Gingerly, he rested his hands on her hips. A flood of relief inundated him at the realization that she wouldn't make him pay for his momentary loss of control. "You have me now," he reminded her, attempting a smile.

"Only for tonight." Those blue eyes of hers, which were indeed lovely, betrayed the forlorn resignation she felt. 

Tom knew he had to get the evening back on track. If he didn't satisfy her, and she left this hotel bitter and vengeful, both he and Victoria would pay the price.

Stroking Charlotte's cheek, he said, "I'm sorry I lost my temper, and I promise, no more bullshit." When she smiled, he cupped a hand against the back of her head and guided her mouth to his. 

Their kiss deepened, and Charlotte readily surrendered to her hunger. Tom moaned as their tongues met. Her hands roamed over his bare skin before she circled her fingers around his cock. Her touch was gentle, almost tentative.

Finally, he broke the kiss, only to lower his mouth to her neck. "You do excite me, Charlotte," he whispered. "I loved eating your pussy and making you come."

Now, it was her turn to moan. Tom fondled her nipples, daring to pinch and tug them the way she had before. All the while, Charlotte stroked his dick, quickly coaxing it to full hardness again. 

A rush of triumph coursed through him, for he had her exactly where he wanted her. His hand slid between her breasts and down her belly. She gasped when he rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb. 

"Fuck me!" Her voice was a needy whimper. "I want you inside me."

He drew Charlotte down on the bed, settling his body upon hers. Following another fervent kiss, he murmured, "I need to get a condom."

"I'm on the pill," she said. Behind her glasses, her eyes were wide and guileless.

But Tom had no idea if what she said was true. And he didn't trust her. Struggling to conceal his doubt, he said, "We still need to be careful."

Reluctantly, Charlotte nodded her agreement, and he hurried to retrieve the condoms from his bag before she could change her mind.

Once he'd rejoined her, she watched him sheath his cock. "See how hard I am for you," he told her in a guttural voice. "I can't wait to give that sweet pussy every inch of my dick."

His words made her spread her legs wider in invitation. When he again lay on top of her, she appeared almost shy. "Do you mind if I keep my glasses on?" she asked. "I want to be able to clearly see you while we're fucking."

"I think your glasses are sexy," he replied, which made her grin. 

Reaching between them, he took hold of his cock and slid the tip between her folds. Her gaze grew wild, almost desperate while he just barely prodded her opening. With her hands resting on his arms, she visibly trembled. 

Tom entered her with a gentle thrust. Even through the condom, he could feel just how tight her pussy was around him. The sensation, so viscerally satisfying, drove him to bury his cock inside her all the way to the hilt.

It was then that Tom noticed her wince. Immediately, he grew still. "What's wrong?"  

Charlotte took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Nothing's wrong. Keep going."

"Charlotte." Gazing down at her, his eyes widened. "Are you a virgin?"

"No!" she answered, somewhat defensively. "It's just that I haven't had many partners, and it's been a while, so..."

All this time, he'd assumed she had plenty of sexual experience. After all, she'd shamelessly groped him in his office, and that first kiss... His cock twitched within her when he recalled it. She'd never been shy or unsure in making her advances. Yet it was now obvious that she hadn't been pursuing other men the way she'd pursued him. 

"We don't have to do this," Tom tried to assure her. "If it doesn't feel good to you—"

"Don't you dare stop!" Charlotte's eyes flashed. "I want you to fuck me."

With his dick deep inside her, he wanted the same thing. His ability to mentally compartmentalize served him well, and he was able to put aside his residual anger at this woman so his own need could build. Still, he had to be absolutely sure she hadn't changed her mind.

"Charlotte," he began, but before he could ask her one more time, she lifted her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder. Though the bite wasn't hard enough to break the skin, he hissed from the pain. "Goddammit! What's wrong with you?"

Sinking back against the pillow, she flashed an angelic smile. "Stop talking and fuck me."

In response, he withdrew almost entirely and then drove himself back inside her. It was tempting to punish her with his cock, for he knew the hard fuck she was demanding would leave her raw and tender. He wanted to make her pay not only for that nip on the shoulder, but also for blackmailing him. 

Instead, Tom locked eyes with Charlotte, gauging her reaction as he moved between her thighs. Despite her initial discomfort, she was plenty lubricated, and her wet pussy readily took every inch of his cock. 

He settled into a fluid rhythm, fucking her with slow, deep thrusts. Charlotte's gaze grew slightly unfocused, and when her lips parted, she released a groan filled with such pleasure that Tom had to smile. Oh yes, he'd discovered the perfect pace!

Due to the difference in their height, he had to twist his neck at a bit of an awkward angle in order to kiss her. Charlotte whimpered into his mouth, and the moment their tongues met, he pumped his hips more fervently, revealing the intensity of his own arousal. 

Charlotte held him fast, and he buried his face in her hair. He hadn't expected to be so caught up in his lust; if anything, he figured it would be necessary to feign the passion Charlotte demanded of him. But now, he couldn't stop himself from murmuring, "You feel so good, baby!"

Beneath him, she started shaking. Lifting his head, he met her stare once more. If he didn't know better, he might have mistaken her expression for one of distress. She appeared utterly lost, her grip on him tightening until he felt her nails digging at his flesh. Her plaintive cries sounded wounded, but between them she rasped, "Don't stop! Oh, my God!"

Tom had no plans to stop. When he gently circled his hips while inside her, she raked her nails along his back. That was a sting he didn't mind, though he'd have to make sure those scratches were no longer visible by the time Victoria was in his bed again. 

Charlotte's cheeks had flushed a deep pink. While Tom planted his palms on the bed on either side of her so that his upper body was elevated above hers, he noticed her hot stare moving over his chest and then farther downward. She took obvious pleasure in watching their coupling. 

"I've wanted this for so long!" she said in a high, tremulous voice. 

"Yeah?" His rhythm grew more insistent as he pushed her closer to orgasm. "Well, now you've made me want it, too." Speaking those words, he realized they were the truth. No longer was he an actor, coerced into playing the part she desired. He reveled in their lovemaking, finding his own satisfaction in pleasing this woman who in the past had always answered to him.

Charlotte lifted her hands, resting them on the bed palms up. She had assumed a position of absolute surrender, with her small breasts on full display. When Tom interlaced his fingers with hers, effectively pinning her down, her trembling grew more violent. 

Again and again, their bodies connected as he slid inside her balls deep. "You're about to come around my cock, aren't you, sweetheart?" Though his tone bordered on taunting, he ached to give her that release. 

In response, Charlotte bucked her hips, striving to match his pace. Their movements, increasingly frenzied, forced a wail from her throat. "I'm almost there! Harder, Tom!" she begged. 

He no longer held back, instead giving her what she desperately needed. A thin layer of sweat had formed on his skin, and when Charlotte's body pulled taut, he growled in triumph. 

While the spasms racked her muscles, she only halfway managed to suppress a scream. Transfixed, Tom watched her succumb to the orgasm as his hips continued their rutting. She gave herself completely to that bliss, he found. It was beautiful, witnessing her come so hard. 

Though the strength of her contractions around his cock was somewhat dulled by the condom, he could still feel each one. The sensation made his balls pull up even more, signaling his own impending climax. 

Her orgasm eventually ebbed, leaving her shivering as if she was cold. Yet her voice was edged with lingering excitement when she told him, "I want you to come all over me."

Tom let out a helpless moan at Charlotte's filthy request. After releasing his grip on her, he reached between them to carefully pull out. His hold on the condom ensured it didn't slip, but once his cock was free of her pussy, he rushed to remove the barrier he'd insisted upon. 

Charlotte propped herself up, eagerly watching as Tom knelt between her legs and stroked his dick. Only seconds passed before the first spurt of cum streaked her belly. The sound of her gasp mingled with his satisfied groan. Semen spattered against her right tit, and he kept working his cockhead, coaxing forth more. It was an impressive load, he decided, and Charlotte's grin let him know she was delighted with the result.

Tom took a moment to catch his breath before leaning to plant a kiss on Charlotte's mouth. When he started to withdraw, she wove her fingers through his hair and held him fast. Again, her lips and tongue were fervent, sending an unexpected shudder of fresh arousal through him.

Finally, he managed to break the kiss. "Let me clean you up, baby."

Charlotte didn't speak as she searched his face. He sensed her longing to believe that his tenderness was real. Flashing one of his winning smiles, he stroked her hair. The affectionate gesture seemed to appease her, for she returned the smile and then moved to retrieve the condom he'd cast aside. 

After Tom discarded the rubber in the wastebasket, he strolled toward the bathroom. Behind him, he heard Charlotte whistle. 

"You have a fine ass, Tom."

His smile widened to a grin. Though he'd been coerced into bedding his assistant, he had to admit she was good for his ego. And that fuck had left him sated and relaxed. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that Charlotte was stretched out on the bed, with most of her body visible to his view. "Try to behave yourself for at least five minutes," he told her.

She giggled at his playful admonishment. "I can't make any promises."

In the bathroom, he soaked one of the plush washcloths with warm water, then returned to the bed. Charlotte lazed before him, utterly content as he wiped her clean of his cum. He allowed the cloth to linger over each nipple in turn. 

"How can I behave when you keep teasing me?" When she grasped his wrist, he left the cloth resting between her breasts. Slowly, she guided his hand downward until his fingers reached her pubic hair.

Tom's eyes widened a little at the sight of her spreading her legs. My God, is she already wanting more? 

With Victoria, his refractory period was usually quite brief for a man his age. But his physical attraction to Charlotte was tempered by lingering resentment and distrust. He knew he'd need a longer recovery time before fucking his assistant again. 

Keeping his hand between Charlotte's thighs, he asked, "Are you hungry? We...