Dark Knights of Passion - Part 2 : A Taboo Romance

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step into your deepest desires. So let's begin, shall we. On this episode from Wild in Bed, part two of our rather seductive and sensual office romance listeners, Fantasy Monica spent six years frustratedly wanting her boss, wanting to feel him between her sheets and next to her skin, And now, as her divorce looks to become actually finalized, maybe she can take it a step further. But how he has been nothing but friendly to her, a good boss, but

that is all. Maybe she's just reading too much into those seductive hints as they spend their time later and later after work. Hi, it's definite and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies. Yes, part two of our listener's fantasy and office romance, a very very tense, erotic office romance. You might say, so. I hope you're enjoying it now. You know this podcast is best enjoyed

laying on your bed. I do hope you'll close the loosened You can just go ahead and close those pretty eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over you. And when you're ready to surrender, just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment. That's it. Let it go with a sigh, and let it go any tension, any stress. For the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice.

This is your time, your time to relax, your time for censure, satis satisfaction, your time to explore your inner desires. You listen to my voice and feel it going with you as you immerse yourself. In today's show, Xavier sat at his desk on Friday, finishing up an email when his phone dinged. Quickly wrapping up and sending the email, he picked up his phone. He smiled, seeing it was a text from Monica. The last few days, he had seen her nerves building about what the courts would say

when he sent her home the day before. He assured her that everything would be fine. He hoped to God he had been right. Taking a breath, he opened the text. Oh my god, you'll never believe what happened. So, when my lawyers presented everything they were asking for, which was a hunter of the marital assets, goven his behavior to the judge. They then shared the screenshot of the texts

and played the voicemail. Dennis lost it. He was on his feet, telling me he was going to kill me and charged towards me, but the bailiff and another officer tackled him. The judge ordered him arrested, and not just for trying to attack me in court, but for harassment of me as well. The judge then ruled in my favor and assured me that I would get everything, the house, the money, everything my lawyers told me they were asking

for I can't believe it. My lawyers said that because of what he did, I could have the final degree by the end of next month. I'm free. Xavier was both happy for her, yet also angry as hell that her ex husband tried to attack her. He was relief that she was all right and that this chapter of her life was now over. Had today been the first time he had tried to hurt her, He had suspected that he was more than verably abusive, but never asked he needed to know. Now, taking a calm breath, he

began typing his response. He did what. I'm so glad you're all right and he didn't hurt you. I'm so happy that this is over for you. Let me take you to dinner tonight to celebrate your new found freedom. My treat. Okay, sure, where I'll pick you up at say seven? Just text me your address and I'll take care of everything else. I promise, nothing fancy, fancy, just somewhere nice. Xavier smiled when almost immediately she texted him her address. He then made a quick phone call and

reserved a table at his favorite Italian restaurant. He knew Italian was her favorite from past conversations they had. Tonight, he would make his position clear with her. Six years was long enough, and now that her ex was out of the way, the only thing stopping him would be if Monica said to stop. I don't think that will be an issue. She thinks I haven't noticed how she reacts to me, seeing the way she looks at me.

Sometimes when she thinks I'm not looking tonight, I will lay my cards on the table well or but one. The last card may be a bit too soon, he thought, trying to focus back on work. He still had about four hours before he could leave and get ready. Time passed quickly, and Monica opened her door, her nerves ratcheting up as she saw Xavier standing there on her porch. The man was delicious, his dark hair pulled back, smiling

down at her. He was dressed in a blue button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, black trousers hugging his hips, and the black shoes. Finishing the look. She licked her lower lips, smiling a little. Hi, she breathed, high yourself. Hope you're hungry, he winked, starving. She nodded, shivering. Xavier offered her his arm and then escorted her to his truck.

Opening his door, he helped her into the cab. It took everything in her, not a whimper, feeding his hands at her waist and lifting her up like she weighed nothing. Calm the fuck down, girl, He's just being helpful. She looked over when he slid behind the wheel and winked at her again. Her thighs squeezed together, a corps clenched. He backed out of her drive and they were off. The conversation to the restaurant was light and fluid, which

calmed her. He talked about his day and what she had missed, which wasn't much other than Frank and Isaac getting into a yelling match in the break room again. I swear those two just need to grow up. I never understood how two men in their fifties could bicker like two year olds, Monica said, shaking her head. That's what Jack Kimball told them when he walked in. Xavier agreed. Her eyes widened. Wait they were caught by the president

of the company. Oh boy, what happened after that? Jack told them if they didn't get their shit together and stopped fighting over who was primary on their joint account he would take it away and demote them to the men. He chuckled. Monica saw where he had pulled in and was surprised. She had heard that this place was the best Italian in town, but she had never been. Dennis wasn't big on date night, and when she could convince him, he was a sour pussy entire time, complaining about one

thing after another. Come to think of it, he wasn't big on going out unless he suggested it. I've never been here. I've always wanted to try it, but he, well, he hated going out unless he thought of it or picked the place. He's an idiot, and I hope they lock his ass up for what he did today and harassing you. She fell silent at the anger in his voice. She was stunned that he sounded this angry about it,

that he was defending her. No one had ever defended her, well, no man had a feeling crept in, a feeling that she liked, a feeling of having someone be her shield, so to speak, and that's what he sounded like right now, someone to take care of her. Monica mentally gave herself a shake to clear her head. Zavia parked and killed the engine. Before she did more than unbuckle the seat belt and reached for the handle, he was out and

at her door. He gripped her waist and effortlessly lifted her out of the truck, sitting on her feet before him. Thank you, she breathed, My pleasure, he smiled. Tucking her arm in his, he led them toward the door. They approached the host stand reservation for Grady. Oh, yes, sir, we have the table ready for you. Follow me, please, the young man greeted. As they followed him, Monica felt Xavier move behind her, and his hand coming to rest

at the small of her back, guiding her. This time, she wasn't able to stop the shudder moving through her. It was as if his hand was imprinting itself on her skin. She could feel the warmth and strength of it through the thin material of her dress. She loved it, loved how it made her feel, even if it was only one sided behind a Xavier smiled at her. Shudder. That's it, princess, shudder at my touch. It fade is on my side. It won't just be tonight, he thought.

As they reached the table, he moved and pulled out her chair for her and tucked her in. Once she was seated, he let his hands trail up her arms and over her shoulders, squeezing them gently, before or rounding the table to sit across from her. His eyes met her, reveiling in the slightly glassy look in them, and seeing her bite that lower lip again. He picked up his menu and began to look over the options. Monica's hands stood a little as she mirrored him and opened the menu. Confusion, desire,

and hope swirled inside her. Was she imagining things again? Was she in one of her daydreams. No, she was wide awake, and she definitely felt the way his hands had moved up her arms and shoulders. Casting a surreptitious glance towards him over the top of her menu, she studied him, the low lighting of the restaurant giving his skin a golden hue, his handsome face cast downward reading

the menu, and then his eyes flicked. She was cool staring, she gasped when he smirked at her and arched brow, those stormy blue eyes of his looking devious yet soothing, a hint of something hidden in their depths, something she couldn't decipher. You're staring Princess, Xavier pointed out, his voice deepening.

She managed to compose herself when the waiter returned with their expressos and dessert. Once alone again, she spoke, you want me, David? What do you I mean? Oh God, is this really happening? You know exactly what I mean, Princess, Then, yes, this is really happening. You think I haven't noticed how you look at me when you'd think I don't see huh, the lust in your eyes, the longing, or that I miss the way you react to me when I touch you or hold you, he purred, lifting the cup to

his lips. You, she moaned, eyes closing in embarrassment. Open your eyes and look at me, princess, he ordered, Her eyes opened and rested on his I noticed you have no reason to be embarrassed you, hear me. I know you want me to, Monika, just like I want you the other day in your office when you told me what he was doing. Damn it, I almost told you then in the elevator to the garage, all I wanted was to pull you to me and kiss the hell out of you, like I've dreamed of doing since I

met you for the last six years. That's all I wanted you. You've dreamt of me too, she breathed, her heart pounding arching a brow. He smiled, So I was dreamed of me too. I take it you have no idea how pleased that makes me. Now I'm laying my cards on the table. We're going to sit here enjoy our espressos and this sinfully dark chocolate cake. And after that, I'm going to take you to my place, to my bed. If you don't want that, this will be your chance

to say no. Do you understand me? Monica's core clenched, her nipples throbbed at his commanding tone, He was watching her, patiently, waiting, giving her the chance to reject his proposal. If I say no, I mean you're still my boss, savior. I don't want to ruin that. If you don't want this, that will not affect your job. I'm not that kind of asshole. I'm wanting honesty between us now that in a very short time you'll be free completely on all fronts. If you say yes, so, I won't hide the fact,

not at work, not when I take you out. No, I will make it known that you are mine and you will be mine this time she did whimper Xavier Monica. She could only form one coherent word in response, yes. After paying the bill, Monica fidgeted in the car as Xavier drove towards his home, her mind and body in a tizzy about what was happening. She had agreed to him. Nervousness speared through her as well as lust. Could she

please him? Could she ever please a man like him, a man that drips sex, a man that was a poster man for woman's fantasies. She wrung her fingers in a lap, looking down at them. What are you thinking over there, Xavier asked, just trying to wrap my mind around this. I mean that you want me, Wunkin, answered her voice trembling. Xavier reached over and Alaya's hands over hers, stilling them. Listen to me. I want you in my bed, in my life.

When she squeezed it tightly, she saw him smile. The rest of the drive was in silence, words unneeded, until he pulled into his driveway and she saw his home. Holy shit, you live here, she blurted out, taking in the beautiful luxury home. Xavier laughed, I do, princess. She sat there, motionless, staring up at the home. It looked like the rumor mill was true. And Xavier was rich after all. When her door opened, she turned her head

and was face to face with him. He didn't look away as he reached out across to waste, and none did her seat belt. She gasped, finding herself pulled out of the truck and into his arms. Her legs instinctively locked around his waist and her arms around his neck. He growled low in his throat as he turned and walked toward the house. Savior, she whispered, moving her head so that she could kiss his neck. Fuck Princess, he sighed, managing to get the key in the lock and unopened

the door. That's it. Hmm, your mouth feels so good against my neck. It tastes so good I've wanted to, she breathed, breaking off as she gently sucked against his PulsePoint Jesus, he groaned, dropping his keys on the entryway table and kicking the door closed. I want you Monica now. Monica hummed and nodded. Licking up his neck. She moaned when his lips captured hers, his tongue forcing its way

into her mouth. She trembled in his arms as he took the stairs too at a time, his hands gripping her ass, his fingers digging in as he ravaged her mouth. She barely registered them entering room and the overhead light turning on. She tried to protest when he disentangled her, setting her on her feet. No, don't worry, I just need to get you naked, princess, he assured her, reaching behind her and tugging down the zip of her dress. Monica's hands moved to his belt and had it undone

and tugged free. As he pushed the dress down her body. She sighed, feeling his hands close at her waist, licking her lips. She he looked up as her hands started working at his pants. He smiled down at her, nodding for her to continue. He took hold of the thin sides of the thong she wore and tugged. The ripping of the fabric in her squill filled the room. God, I want you so much, Monica, get on the bed now,

he instructed, stepping back and towing off his shoes. He watched as she quickly obeyed, removing her bra as she did. He stepped toward the bed, watching her lay on her back, her beautiful body on full display, her nipples erect. Her legs parted enough for him to see that she was already wet. He loved it. Xavia hastily shed his clothes and now stood there, naked and watching her eyes travel up and down his body, eyes large, seeing his cock licking his lips, he fisted himself, stroking it up and

down for her. Oh God, your doesn't meet your approval, Princess. Your breath just sped up as I stroked my cock. You're already thinking of how it's going to feel buried inside you. So I'm going to stop it there just before it gets really warm. I'm going to teach you until next week, so you're just going to have to tune in next week to find out what happens next.

I think it's pretty good. M that's obviously going to get a lot more graphic and into it, and so I look forward to getting you wild and bed again next week. But until next time, and always with your pleasure in mind. This is devil and wild wishing. Use salacious dreams.