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next step into your deepest desires. So let's begin, shall we? On this episode of erotic Stories from Wild in Bed, a seductive and sensual listeners fantasy. For six years, Monica has felt a yearning to seduce her boss Xavier. But with the ominous shadow of her ex husband still present in her life, how can she possibly surrender to these desires? How can she finally be truly free from her past and able to move on and embrace this desire that
burns within her. Hi, it's Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and thinking looking good fantasies. So as we relax together, you know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. M Just loosen those clothes, put those earbuds in, close those eyes, and just surrender to the
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and my voice. This is your time, Your time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction, your time to explore your inner desires as you feel my voice going with you as you sink into tonight's story groaning, she leaned back in her desture. It was late, and yet she was still at work. She should have left about two hours ago, but this new project her department was handling had taken a turn, so it was all hands on deck to
fix it. That and since she had made the choice finally to divorce her soon to be ex husband, her life had become so stressful outside of work. At least, in fact, working helped her clear her mind, especially the last year. She was pulled from amusings by a knock at the door. Yes, Monica called out, I thought I was the last one here. Monica looked up at her boss, Xavier, as he walked through the door. She giggled, lifting her mug to her lips. As she sipped the remaining coffee,
she studied him. Xavier had only been promoted to department head two years ago, and that had led to her being made his assistant. He was handsome, smart, and very much the type of boss anyone would be thrilled to have. He actually listened to those underneath him. He never asked any of them to do something he wasn't willing to do himself, and he was always there to help. Yet, over the last year, she had noticed a change in
their usual dynamic. Maybe it was only her imagination, but ever since she told him her intentions of filing for divorce, she had felt as if he was flirting with her. No not just flirting, it felt more than that it felt as if he was trying to tell her something, the way he would slowly run his hand down her back when escorting her into or out of a room for meetings, his fingers brushing hers when handing her things. No,
she had to be imagining things. I just have a bit more tweaking to do, and things should be finished, she said, sitting back behind her desk. Monica, I know I asked everyone to stay a little late to get these changes done, but I didn't mean to stay this late. It's nearly nine, Xavier replied, moving behind her desk and sitting on the corner. Nine. Wow, I never even noticed the time, Monica gaped. You really must have been in the groove. Then, Xavier chuckled. You should get out of here.
That's why I even stopped. I saw the light on under your door. I was locking up for the night. Oh, let me just save this and we I mean, I can get out of here, She started, sitting her mug on the desk and facing her computer. Again, you do that and I'll run and rinse out this mug for you. Be back in a few and i'll walk you to your car, he offered, picking up the discarded mug. She nodded as she focused on her task. Hearing the door open and closed, she let out a slow breath. She
and Xavier were alone in a deserted office. God, how many times had she imagined this scenario over the last six years. It had been six years since she was hired here, and Xavier had been the first person she met. The imaginings of her mind had begun about three or four months later, when he was promoted to department the head. Two years ago, she had been offered her current position, even though she hadn't applied for it. She was still curious how that happened when things between her and her
husband turned south. About that same time, Xavier had comforted her. She still remembered the feeling of him holding her in this very office. When her tears started, Monica had confessed how bad things were at home, how she felt like a failure on that front. A Xavier had just poured her to her feet and into his arms, holding her gently, laying her head against his chest, telling her that she was not a failure and that her husband was a
fool not to see what a treasure she was. The man had even produced a handkerchief and tried her eyes. Shaking her head, Monica pushed those memories away and after a few more clicks, save to work. She was just shutting down her computer when Xavier walked back. He moved with an elegance she couldn't help but a mire. He
was a man amongst men, but not in a cocky way. No, he moved as if he didn't have a care in the world, like he didn't notice the way people just gravitated to him, the way women's eyes followed him, and men stood a little straighter. He sat her mug next to the coffee pot she had set up, and after checking it was off and there was a fresh filter and coffee in it for the morning. He faced her,
All set, Yes, sir, all set. Monica opened her bottom drawer and pulled out her purse, Turning off the monitor. She stood from her chair, looking up. Her eyes met the stormy blue eyes of Exavior. What she saw in them had her heart starting to race. There was a look in them she had never seen before, something almost predatory and forbidden. Damn if it wasn't sexy as hell. She licked her bottom lip, feeling a heat to move through her body. Monica I don't mean to be intrusive,
but how are things progressing on your divorce? Is there a light at the end of the tunnel on that front, he asked. She sighed, I hope so, then this is being difficult. He's been storming for whatever reason. I don't get it. He's the one who moved out. He's the one that took not only half of the money in the joint account the day after I served those papers.
He then changed his pay information. Then the tax and voicemail started telling me I could never find anyone that would stand me like he did, saying I would regret it if I didn't recon said the divorce things like that he did what you never told me that, He growled, a hint of anger and protectiveness, fist clenching at his sides. I saved them all and passed it to my lawyers. I didn't want to burden you, Xavier. This is not
this is my problem, she gulped, quickly, looking down. Xavier moved to her and gently poured her into his arms. He felt her shiver as he held her. Oh, Princess, you shouldn't and won't carry this alone, he thought, stroking her back. Monica listened to me. I want you to come to me if he keeps doing those things. You hear me. You're not going through this alone, not anymore. Let me be there for you as your boss, your friend, Monica and her arms tightening around him, barely noticing her
purse falling from her hands to the floor. I'm sorry. I didn't want you to think this would interfere with my job. He looked down and with a finger lifted her chins to their eyes met seeing her worry. Her bottom lip had in fighting to keep his body from reacting, his thumb moving to gently tug her lip free. Never apologize. Never. He never deserved you, and he's trying to make your life miserable. Don't give him that power. You're a strong, smart,
and beautiful woman. You deserve a man that sees those things and will not only support you, but will cherish you. Me beautiful, she questioned, dubiously, arching a brow. I doubt that the fuck Does she really not think she's beautiful? The hell has that bastard telling her his mind? Raged? Yes, you are beautiful, Monica, and don't let anyone anyone tell you differently. You understand, yes, sir, She gasped, shivering at
the tombre of his voice. The authority in it. That's my girl, He smiled down at her, his thumb moving to trace her cheek. So we should get you out of here. When you get home. I think our hot bubble bath and a glass of wine before bed would be in order, don't you. I think you're right, She smiled, trying not to whimper at the intense look in his eyes and the fact he called her his girl. Xavier stepped back, bent down and picked up her purse, handing it to her. He then took her hand and looted
her free arm with his, steering them toward the door. Oho. Wow. He was waging the internal battle with himself. Ever since Monica had been hired, he had been all but obsessed with her. She intruded on his thoughts, his dreams. It was subtle at first, but the more they interacted, the more he got to know her, it was more and more constant. Then there was a night shortly after she became his assistant in her office when she confessed just how miserable her home life was, the way her husband,
well soon to be ex husband, treated her. How he would tell her that she was useless, what a pathetic lover she was. That part had him wanting to find Dennison rip him to pieces. In Xavier's mind, there was no way a woman like Monica was a bad lover. Tonight, though, hearing he was storring things and threatening her had him seeing read no woman deserved to be threatened or treated like Monica was being treated. Thank you for well listening in my office. Other than my lawyers, no one else
knows how Dennis has been acting recently. My lawyers assure me, though, that it shouldn't be much longer, and that because of his actions, I should be well off when it's all said and done, Monica said, as they stepped into the elevator. You're welcome, and I'm glad he's fucked up, and it's time he pays for that, for treating you like he has, for thinking he could get away with moving money before he was ordered to buy the court. My father did that when my mum divorced him, and he paid for it.
Savior replied, hitting the Buttom for the parking garage. That's what my lawyer said, that he's going to pay. Luckily. Earlier today I got a text saying, we finally have a court date, so I'll be a little late on Friday. The hearing is set for nine, so with any luck, I should be here right after lunch. No, you take Friday off. It will no doubt be both stressful and emotional. Just let me know the results and enjoy a long weekend. Okay, thank you, Exxavier, and I will let you know what happens.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Their arms still linked, Savior led them towards her suv in the elevator. All he wanted was to pull her to him and kiss her, to tell her that he wanted her, not just in his bed, but in his life, for her to be his. No, he would wait. She didn't need him adding to her stress by worrying about her boss wanting her. Monica unlocked her vehicle and opened the door. Thanks for walking me
to my car, my pleasure. I'll see you tomorrow, Xavier smiled down at her, lifting the hand he held in kissing it. Remember what I said, when you get home, unwind with a hot bath and a glass of wine. All right, yes, sir, Monica giggled, nibbling her lip. Xavier stepped back as she climbed in and turned it on. As she began backing out, he turned towards his own vehicle. He was rock hard. The way she bit that lower lip,
saying yes, sir to him. If she only knew how much that turned him on, made him want to pin her beneath him and drive himself into her, make her scream his name as he made her come for him. I'm so fucked, and Savior grumbled, sliding behind the wheel of his truck. Well and truly fucked. The journey home was thankfully eventless, given the lateness of the hour. Traffic seemed to have vacated all the roads between the office
and Monica's apartment. She sighed as the hot water seeped into her and she lifted the glass of wine to her lips. Her body was still feeling the electricity that a Xavier caused, the look she had seen tonight, the way he reacted when she told him about Denis and his story tactics, how protective he had been of her, him saying she was beautiful Christ. It was a wonder she hadn't melted into a puddle there in her office. Her nipples had been throbbing By the time she got
in her car, her panties had been absolutely soaked. When she peeled them off before stepping into her tub taking another sip, her thoughts ran wild. Jesus, he has no idea what he does to me. God, I wish I could say something, but he's my freaking boss and there is no way he could return those feelings. The man is gorgeous, and according to Rumamil, richer than criesus, what am I? I'm thirty four going through a shitty divorce and his assistant. Why would he want me when he
could have any woman he wanted. Laying there in the steaming water, staring at the far wall, sipping her wine, Monica became even more aware of her body. The heat had nothing to do with the water washing over her, Swallowing the last of her wine, and sitting the empty glass on the bath side table. Her head fell back and her eyes closed. A whimp escaped her when her left hand slid over her thigh. Her right hand slid up her body and copped one of her breasts, finding
her nipples, pinching it gently. Monica aside her legs opening in her mind, though her hands were exavious teasing her body, making her wet for him. Moaning, her left hand found her clip and softly started rubbing it as she tugged her nipple, imagining Xavier pulling on her nipple as he teased her clip. She was so worked up her body
needed release. When two fingers sank between her folds, she cried out, stretching her lips as her fingers explored deeper inside her pussy, rolling her nipple more, pinching it faster between her nails. She knew her body knew right now she wasn't going to last. Replaying what happened in her office tonight set her on fire. It had been so long since she had felt the touch of a man.
She was practically starved for it, her fingers thrusting faster and deeper, her hips rolling, making the water slosh in the tub, But she didn't care. All she cared about was coming. Knowing that when she came, it would be Xavier's name on her lips like it was in her dreams.
That fine thought pushed her over the edge. The bathroom echoing as she cried Xavier's name, shuddering at the intensity of her orgasm, panting her breath eased as her fingers slipped out of her and she released her nipple, relaxing into the water. God an a mess, pining after my boss, she chastised herself. Not sure if that's embarrassing or just plain pathetic, Monica reached for the washcloth and lathered it
up with her favorite body wash. She quickly caressed her body, and by the time she pulled the plug out and stepped from the tub, she felt just plainly exhausted. The feelings for Xavier, the stress of dealing with Denis and not showing her fear that he would make good on his threat. Hanging the towel up, she pulled on her sleep shirt and headed for bed. Please let this mess with Dennis be over and soon, please, she prayed as
she climbed between the sheets. So part two next week. Yes, a little bit more of a thriller than am, but I hope you're enjoying it. So if you would like to hear your fantasy right here, then why not email me Devlin a wildibed dot com and you know you might hear your fantasy here? Would you like that? So until next time, when we can catch up with what's happening with Xavier and Monica see what they're up to.
But until then, when I can get you wild in bed all over again, and not always with your pleasure in mind, this is devil and wild wishing. Use delacious dreams,