Emily sat next to David on his couch in his suite. She was stunningly beautiful. David had often thought she could be a model. She had gorgeous marble white skin, a beautiful face, greenish-blue eyes, blonde hair, and a few freckles. Her body was slender, an she was wearing a lovely blue dress that showed off her cleavage and her legs. But she wasn't just a beautiful woman. She was a truly amazing person. She was very kind, smart, curious, and adventurous. Once after a particularly good year David had put together a beach party for all of his employees, and hired a DJ. It took a drink or two, but Emily did make it out onto the dance floor. The imagine of her dancing in her pink bikini was burned into David's mind.

She scooted over next to him so their bodies were touching, and placed her hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry to hear that" she said. David had just told her that his wife was filing for divorce. He looked at Emily's face. He thought he saw a mix of concern and longing, but he never trusted his interpretation of her expressions or body language. She always took such good care of him as his personal assistant, and he had always told himself she was just the kind of person who liked taking care of other people. Their relationship could be flirty at times, but she was young and he just thought (or pretended that he thought) that's how young 20-something women are. Now, for the first time, he admitted to himself that she was everything that he could have ever wanted in a woman, and he allowed himself to believe that she wanted it to. As CEO, if he got this wrong, and she wasn't interested, there could be some serious ramifications, but he always believed that it was better to go for something that he really wanted and fail then to never try. He didn't get to be CEO by playing it safe.

"Thank you Emily" he said. "You've always taken such wonderful care of me, and I cherish that more than I can put into words. But what means even more to me is the kind of person you are -- so gentle, caring, thoughtful, and endlessly loving. Being with you is my favorite place to be, and every moment we spend together means the world to me. You are my best friend, the person I trust the most, and the one who makes my life brighter just by being in it. But my feelings for you go far beyond friendship. I want to share everything with you. I want you all for myself." He leaned in about halfway toward her face to kiss her. He waited to see if she would do the same. He was 99% sure that she would, but he also wanted to give her a chance to say "no" just in case. For a fleeting moment, she seemed completely shocked, but then a huge smile came over her face and he thought he saw tears in her eyes. She leaned in and he closed his eyes as she kissed him.

He hadn't actually made out with anyone in years. It felt wonderful. Her lips were soft and the way she kissed him, it was clear this was something she had wanted for a long time. There was a hunger to it. He wanted to savor every moment. It had been too long since he had really kissed anyone, let alone done anything more. Ever since their daughter was born, his wife's sex drive had just completely died. She actually had completely stopped sleeping with him over two years ago. When he kissed her goodbye in the morning, it was more out of habit than anything else. But this was different. There was passion and a real longing behind this. When their tongues finally touched it was like lighting through his body. It awakened a fire that had been long dormant in him. Their lips stayed locked together as he stood her up and started walking her over to his bed.

She continued to kiss him as she took off his jacket. He reached behind her dress and unzipped the back, and she let it fall to the ground. She was wearing a matching set of black underwear. She struggled a bit to take off his tie while still kissing him. He desperately wanted to feel her body against his, so he took off his own tie and shirt, then removed her bra. At that point they had reached the bed. He fell back on top of the bed and pulled her on top of him. Feeling her naked body against his was amazing. He had never even dared to fantasize about it before and now here he was. She had lovely round boobs. They fit the rest of her body well. He never really thought of himself as a boob guy before. He didn't really care at all about sizes, or so he thought. But feeling her boobs pressed against his chest changed his mind a little bit.

He had accidentally seen her boobs before, at least one of them. Several months ago, as the fights between him and his wife got worse and worse, he found himself in the office on a Saturday just trying to get away from her. Emily was there updating his schedule for the next week. She had a slip dress on with a nice jacket. She was surprised to see him, and they chatted for a bit. She asked him what he was doing there on a Saturday, and he admitted to her that he was trying to get away from his wife. He told her a little bit about the fight they had just had, but then tried to change the subject and asked her why she was there. She took off her jacket as she told him that she just wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for the upcoming week, and that she had built in some time into his schedule so that he had some breaks in between meetings.