	Once Will was back in school I had to get out and find a job. I was amazed to get the first one I interviewed for.  It helped that I’d worked as a secretary in a law firm before and, since both partners were older men, I let a little cleavage show.
	I knew that they hired me to be eye candy at first but my organizational skills and previous experience smoothed out a couple of bumps for them and made them a little more professional with me.
	A year slipped by and the law firm grew.  I was promoted to office manager and loved having more responsibility.  And the money was really good too.
	We hired a couple of fresh out of law school lawyers and they settled in.  One of the two, Ben, caught my eye right away.  He had a very bright smile and gorgeous blue eyes.  He worked out and was very fit.  I could see the way his muscles moved under his shirt when he had his jacket off and I had to resist the urge, more than once, to pull open that shirt and see how good he looked.
	The only bad thing about Ben was the thin band of gold encircling his left ring finger.
	As the year wore on and I got to know Ben more, I couldn’t help but feel jealous of his wife.  She had one of the best husband’s ever.  Ben tended to take the cases the other lawyers weren’t interested in.  He took on the people who didn’t have a lot of money but needed someone to defend them.  More than once he was yelled at by the partners for accepting payment plans that they felt weren’t worth their time.
	He liked to stand up for the guy who couldn’t stand up for himself.  He was a champion of the underdog and I found myself more than once just standing around talking to him because of how good it felt to be around someone as good as him.
	A couple of months later Ben’s attitude started to change.  He was a little shorter with everyone and tended to stay as late as he could before going home.  It was obvious to everyone that something bad was happening in his home life but we let him be, hoping things would get better.
	They didn’t.
	I was carrying the mail back to my office when I heard Will yelling.
	“I told you I didn’t want to take any calls today goddammit!” He yelled.  “How the fuck hard is that for you to understand, Iris?”
	“But…”
	“I don’t want to hear it! Just get the fuck out and leave me alone!”
	Iris rushed out of his office, tears running down her face.  I followed her to the bathroom and caught the door before she could close it.  I stepped into the bathroom with her and closed and locked the door behind us.  I pulled her into my arms and held her while she wept.
	When her tears had stopped I got her a couple of tissues and waited while she blew her nose.  When she was under control, I asked, “What happened with Ben?”
	“He told me he wasn’t taking calls,” she said.  “But it was his wife and he always takes her calls so I transferred it to him.  I didn’t know, Lizzi.”
	“It’s okay, sweetie,” I told her.  “I’ll go talk to him and get this resolved.”
	“I don’t want to get fired,” she said. “It was just a mistake.”
	“Iris, you’re not getting fired,” I said.  “Everything will be okay.  I promise.”
	While she cleaned herself up, I left the bathroom and marched towards Ben’s office.  Each step I could feel my rage boiling hotter and hotter.  By the time I got to his door I was ready to take his fucking head off.
	I walked into his office and closed the door behind me.  He looked up and, seeing me, sighed.
	“What now?” He asked.  
	I walked up to his desk and said, “Ben, if you ever talk to anyone in this office like that ever again two things are going to happen.  I will make it my sole mission in life to see you fired. I don’t care who I have to pay off or fuck to do it.  Second, I will kick you in the nuts so hard your kids feel it. Understand?”
	His eyes went wide and he stood up.
	“How dare you talk to me like that?”
	“Fuck you,” I said.  “How dare you talk to Iris the way you did?  She transferred your wife to you.  It wasn’t a client, it was your wife.  You never said not to transfer her.”
	“Bullshit!” he snapped. “I said no calls at all. What’s so hard to understand there, Lizzi?”
	I rolled my eyes and said, “Do you know how many times you’ve said no calls and I’ve transferred her to you?  When you started, you specifically told me that, even on days you say no calls, you’ll always take hers.  So if you don’t want to talk to her, you tell us no calls and that includes my wife.  What’s so hard to understand there, Ben?”
	He glared at me for a minute before sitting back down and turning to his computer, ignoring me.
	“And one last thing,” I said.  “If there’s shit going on at home, you leave it at home.  Don’t bring it in here and dump it all over the rest of us. Got it?”
	He kept ignoring me so I turned and walked out of his office.  I went back to my office and tried to concentrate on work.
	About an hour later he poked his head into my office and asked, “Can you come here for a second?”
	I gave him a long glare before I got up and followed him over to Iris’s desk.  With me, the other secretary and two paralegals watching, he said, “Iris, I am so sorry about how I treated you earlier.  It was unacceptable.  If you say the word, I will walk turn in my resignation right now.  You shouldn’t ever have anyone treat you like that.”
	 She stared at him, her mouth hanging open.  If there was one thing lawyers did not do, it was apologize.  I’d been yelled at by more than one and, somehow, it always turned out to be my fault. Ben was breaking another rule.  
	“It’s okay,” she said quietly.
	“No, it’s not,” he said to her.  “I’ll never do it again. I promise.”
	“Okay,” she said.
	He looked back at me and I could see the shame and humility in his eyes. I kept my face blank but inside I was actually happy with him.  It takes a real man to admit his mistakes and he’d done it in a very public way.  I was proud of him.
	He walked back to his office and closed the door behind him.  Iris looked at me and asked, “Did I do the right thing?”
	“He screwed up pretty big,” I admitted.  “But, to do that in front of everyone like that, that takes gut and I’d say he truly meant it.”
	She nodded and we all went back to work.  I stayed a little late since Will was gone with his father for the summer.  The house just seemed to quiet without him there.
	When I couldn’t bring myself to look at one more overdue bill, I shut down my computer and made my way to the door.  As I was passing Ben’s office I saw he was still here too.  He was sitting in his chair, leaning it back as far as he could, and just staring at the ceiling.
	“That looks really uncomfortable,” I said.
	“It is,” he replied, sitting that way for a moment longer before he leaned forward and looked at me.
	“Are you staying late?” I asked.
	He snorted and said, “Yeah.”
	I stepped into his office and said, “Look, I know something’s going on at home.  It’s kind of obvious.  If you need someone to talk to or something, just say so.  Maybe talking will help you get it off your chest and help you feel better.”
	He stared at me before long time before he said, “My wife’s cheating on me.”
	“Ouch,” I said.
	“Yeah,” he replied.  “I caught her and she promised it was a onetime thing, it was a mistake and that it would never happen again.  That lasted about a week.  I went home for lunch and saw his car in our driveway.  How’s that for a giant fuck you?  She’s fucking him in our bed while I’m at work.  Hell, she even has the balls to have him park in our driveway!”
	“Why don’t you just leave her?” I asked.
	He sighed and said, “I don’t know! Even after all of this, I still love her.  I want to try and work this out somehow but I don’t know what to do.”
	“Sometimes there’s nothing you can do,” I said.  “When I found out my ex was cheating on me it tore me up.  I had to move back here to get away from him and put my life back together.  It took a really good friend to help me see there was nothing I could have done.”
	“I just wonder if there’s something I did wrong or that I’m not doing,” he said.
	I laughed and said, “God, you sound just like I did.  I kept wondering what I did wrong and you know what? I didn’t do anything wrong.  Tim just wasn’t feeling manly enough and so he had to go out and get some from someone else.  His fuckup, his loss.”
	“I just don’t know what to do,” he admitted.
	“And that’s the problem,” I told him.  “Until you do figure it out you’re going to make yourself, and everyone around you, miserable.  Now go home.”
	I started towards the door but he stopped me halfway.
	“Can I ask you something?”
	“Sure,” I said.
	“Would you have really fucked Mr. Broski to get me fired?” He asked, a grin tugging at his lips.
	Mr. Bronski was one of the two partners and, we were pretty sure, was old enough to have invented dirt.
	I made a gagging sound and said, “If you’d kept being a dick I’d have closed my eyes and taken one for the team.”
	“Gross!” He said.  “The guy’s skin looks like leather.”
	“Hey, I like leather,” I said, the words flying out of my mouth before I could stop them.
	Ben grinned at me as I felt my face turn red.
	“That’s good to know, Lizzi,” he said.
	“I’m going home before I embarrass myself anymore,” I said.  “Good night, Ben.”
	“Night, Lizzi.”

*****

	The next couple of days, Ben and I talked a little more each night after work.  On Friday, when we were the last two again, he asked, “Are you hungry?”
	“Are you asking me out to dinner?”
	He blushed, which I found incredibly cute, and said, “I just figured it’s late and we’re both hungry and I like talking to you so we should combine all that.”
	I smiled at him and said, “Okay, let’s go.”
	We went out and had an amazing time. We laughed and talked about some of the things we’d done as kids. I had a couple of glasses of wine more than I should have and, as we were leaving, I stumbled and Ben had to catch me.  
	The feel of his arm holding me up was delicious and I was a little sad when he let me go.  
	He drove me home and even walked me to my door.
	“Thank you,” he said.
	“For what?” I asked.
	“I feel a hell of a lot better,” he said. “I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.  I didn’t know how bad I needed this!”
	I smiled and put my hand on his cheek.
	“You’re a good man, Ben,” I said.  “Your wife’s an idiot for risking losing such a good guy.”
	He smiled and put his hand over mine.
	“Thank you, Lizzi.”
	We stood there for a moment, just staring into each other’s eyes before we leaned closer.  My hand slipped off of his face as his lips touched mine.  I kissed him slowly, enjoying the feel of his arms as he wrapped them around me.  Our tongues danced against each other and I slid my hands down his back, feeling the strong muscles hidden by his shirt.
	Suddenly, he broke the kiss and stepped back, his eyes wide.
	“Lizzi, I’m sorry,” he said.  “I shouldn’t have done that.”
	“Ben…”
	“I have to go,” he said, cutting me off and almost running for his car.  I watched him go and shook my head.  I shouldn’t have kissed him.  Hell, I should have touched him like that, especially after having too much wine.  Irritated at myself, I let myself into my house and was getting ready for bed when I realized my car was still parked at work and I’d have to take a taxi to go get it.
	“Shit,” I said, collapsing on my bed and banging my fists on my pillows.

*****

	When Monday rolled around, Ben and I barely said a word to each other.  I could feel the tension in the air when he was around and did everything I could to avoid him.  
	By Wednesday I couldn’t take it anymore.  After everyone had left for the day, I walked into his office and said, “We have to talk.”
	He looked at me and said, “Yeah, we do.”
	“Look,” I said. “We kissed.  I was buzzed and I’m sure you were a little too and things got a little out of control is all.  Let’s just put it behind us and move on.”
	He smiled and said, “That’s one thing I like about you, Lizzi.  You get right to the point.”
	I shrugged and said, “It makes things easier.”
	“True,” he said.  “I’m glad you came in here tonight.  I was going nuts trying to figure out how to bring this up.”
	“You should know by now that, when it comes to me, just say what’s on your mind,” I said.
	“That’s another thing I like about you. I know right where I stand with you,” he said, getting up and coming around the desk.
	“So are you saying I’m a mouthy bitch?”’ I asked.
	“I’d never say that!” He said. Then, after a hesitation, “To your face.”
	I gasped, feigning shock, and gave him both middle fingers. 
	He laughed and said, “And you’re so ladylike!”
	I grinned and said, “You have no idea.”
	“No, I don’t,” he said quietly.
	I felt a shiver work its way up my spine.  Was it just my imagination or had that been a flirty comment?
	I took a tentative step closer and said, “Well, if you got to know me better you’d see how much of a lady I can be.”
	When he stepped closer to me, I knew he was flirting. I just wondered how far we were going to let this go.
	“I’d love to get to know you better, Lizzi,” he said.
	I smiled and took the last step that separated us.  I put my hands on his chest and said, “I’m all yours.”
	I could feel his heart racing in his chest as he whispered. “Are you sure?”
	I answered by stretching up and kissing him.  Our lips parted and out tongues played as I rubbed my hands against his chest.  As our kiss grew hungrier, I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hands inside.  
	His chest was shaved bare and I could feel the smooth skin of his muscles.  I slid my hands across his abs, feeling each ridge of muscle as my hand slid lower.
	I grabbed his belt and pulled it loose.  I undid his pants and let them fall to his feet.  I stepped back and stared at his magnificent body.  He slipped his shirt off and the only thing left hidden from me was the thing I wanted most.
	I got on my knees in front of him, enjoying it as his eyes widened. I put my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slid them down, exposing his rock hard cock.
	I leaned forward and licked my way from the base of his shaft to the tip, making his shudder with pleasure.  I wrapped my hands around his cock and took him into my mouth.  I bobbed my head up and down on his hard length until he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of him.
	“God, Lizzi, I need you,” he said.
	I stood up and kissed him deeply as his hands worked the buttons of my blouse.  I giggled when he got stuck and stepped back from him.
	“Sit,” I ordered him.
	He went to the leather sofa and sat, staring at me.  Slowly, I unbuttoned my blouse, making a show of it for him.  I turned my back to him and, bit by bit, I slipped my blouse off, exposing each inch of my back.  
	I let the blouse drop to the ground and reached back to unzip my skirt.  I gradually unzipped it, exposing as little skin as I could before I finally let it fall to the floor, letting him see the black thing that hid hardly anything.
	With his eyes on my ass, his hand crept into his lap and touched his cock.  Realizing what he’d done, he quickly pulled his hand away.  
	“It’s okay,” I said.
	His eyes managed to get a little wider and he asked, “Really?”
	I nodded and he took his cock in his hand and stroked it up and down.  Seeing him touching his cock and looking at me turned me on more than words could express. I watched him for a moment more before I reached behind me and unclasped my bra.
	I slipped it off, still standing with my back to him, not letting him see anything yet.  I stepped out of my shoes and, standing with my legs spread, I hooked my fingers under my thong and slid it down.  I bent down low, letting him get a good long look at my ass.
	He stood up and came over to me.  I straightened up as he pulled me against him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my lower back as his hands cupped my breasts.   He rubbed my breasts while he kissed my shoulders.  His fingers pinched my hard nipples, making me whimper.
	“I want you so bad right now, Lizzi,” he whispered in my ear.
	“Do you want me like this?” I asked.
	“Yes!” he said. “On the desk.”
	I stepped away from him and walked over to his desk.  With one hand I knocked his paper, pens, keyboard and mouse off of the desk.  I looked back at him over my shoulder and said, “Oops!”
	“You are so bad,” he said.
 	“Yes, I am,” I said, giving him a wink.  “Wanna spank me?”
	He rushed across the room and pressed himself against me.  He pushed me down, so I was bent over his desk with my legs spread for him.  He pressed his cock against my very wet pussy and slid into me. I gasped as his length slid deep inside me.
	He let out a long groan as he pulled out and slid in again.  He slapped his hand against me ass and I let out a moan.  He pulled my hair back and asked, “You like that don’t you?”
	“God yes!” I said, earning myself another hard slap on my ass.
	He thrust himself deep into me again and again.  He let go of my hair and grabbed my hips so he could ram himself harder into me.  He pounded his cock deep into my pussy and then suddenly pulled away.
	I turned and found him standing there, trying to catch his breath.
	“What’s wrong?” I asked.
	He looked up me and his face was burning with embarrassment.
	“I’m close,” he said.
	“So?”  I asked.
	“I wanted to last longer and, besides, we don’t have any protection.”
	I laughed and said, “I’m fixed so no worries there.”
	“Well, all we have is I’m going to go off way too quick,” he grumbled.
	I walked over to him and took his face in my hands.  I kissed him once and said, “I don’t care.  I want you to cum I want to see you cum for me.”
	He bit his lip and I swore I saw tears in his eyes before he leaned in and kissed me deeply.
	I pushed him back to the sofa and made him sit.  I straddled him and lowered myself on to his hard cock.  I slid up and down him as his lips and tongue explored my breasts.  His tongue flicked against my nipple, sending little shivers of pleasure down my spine.  He sucked my nipple into his mouth as I rode him faster.
	He gripped my hips and thrust into me hard.  He groaned and I felt his cock pulse inside me. He let out a louder moan as he came deep inside me.  I ground myself hard against his cock, making his whole body shudder from the sensation.
	Finally, he fell back against the sofa and tried to catch his breath.  I sat on him, watching his face and just enjoying myself.
	He opened his eyes and looked at me.
	“Sorry,” he said.
	“For what?” I asked.
	“You didn’t cum and I was really quick.  I feel like…”
	I put my fingers over his lips to stop him.
	“I’m guessing you haven’t had sex in a while, have you?”
	He shook his head and said, “It’s been almost four months.”
	“How long’s it been since you jacked off?” I asked.
	His face got red and he tried to turn away from me but I caught his chin in my hand and made him look at me.
	“Ben, all guys jack off and all women know they do,” I told him.  “We just don’t tell you we know.”
	It’s been about a week or so,” he admitted.
	“So you were really pent up,” I said.  “I bet if we went again you’d last a lot longer and we’d both get off.”
	“There’s going to be a round two?” He asked with a grin.
	I laughed and said, “After you feed me.  I’m starving!”
	I slid off of him and we started to get dressed. I was buttoning my blouse when I turned and had to ask him, “When I was doing my strip tease, why did you go to touch yourself and then stop?”
	His face got red again, something I was enjoying way too much, and he said, “My wife doesn’t like me to do stuff like that.  She says it’s degrading to women.”
	I nearly fell over I was laughing so hard.  When I managed to catch my breath I said, “That is so wrong!  I’m sorry, Ben, but that’s stupid.  If a woman is turning a man on so bad he can’t control himself like that, it means she’s got him right where she wants him and can do anything with him.  It’s power not degradation.”
	He smiled and said, “I like the way you think.”
	“I could tell,” I said, giving him a grin.
	We finished getting dressed and I looked over at all of his stuff that I’d knocked off of his desk.
	“Should we clean up first?” I asked.
	“Nah,” he said.  “It’ll all be here tomorrow.”
	I took another look at the mess and a thought occurred to me.
	“From the hair pulling and spanking, I’m guessing she doesn’t like it rough, does she?” I asked.
	He shook his head.
	“No wonder you were so pent up,” I said.  
	He chuckled and then got serious.
	“Lizzi, are we going to be okay with all of this?” He asked.
	I walked over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
	“Ben, things might get a little weird between us,” I said.  “We’ll have dinner and wind up back at my place for round two.  Tomorrow you’re going to feel guilty and probably avoid me for a while. Until you can’t take it anymore and either throw me on the desk again or tell me it can never happen again.”
	“You do tell it how it is, don’t you?”
	I shrugged and said, “I just want you to know where you stand.  You’re a friend with benefits.  I’m not looking for a husband or a new father for my son.  I’m looking to have a little fun with a friend is all.  If something more comes after you left your wife, it does.  But, make sure you understand this, I’m not asking you to leave your wife.  If you and her work things out tomorrow, that’s cool.  I’ll be happy for you. If you don’t then you don’t.”
	He shook his head and asked, “You like to be in charge don’t you?”
	“I wear the pants in the relationship,” I said, then looked down at myself.  “Except when I wear the skirt.”
	“I like the not wearing the skirt part myself,” he said.
	I grinned and said, “Let’s go get dinner and we can see about getting me out of this skirt again.”
	We had a quick dinner, neither one of us wanting to linger over the dinner when there were so many other things we could be doing.  Ben followed me back to my house and we parked in the garage so nobody would know where he was.
	He followed me into the house and I led him to my bedroom.  I sat on the edge of my bed and he stood, looking very nervous, at my door.
	“Can I ask you something?”
	He nodded and I asked, “Why are you so nervous?”
	He blushed and looked down at the floor.
	“My wife and I have been together since high school.  You’re only the second woman I’ve ever been with,” he said.
	I felt my jaw drop at that news.  I had a hunch both of them had been virgins too.  It would explain his wanting something a little wilder.  It would also explain why she was having an affair.  Having meatloaf for dinner every night might feed you but sometimes you wanted some pasta or a taco instead.
	“And you’ve never had an affair?” I asked.
	“No,” he answered. “Until she started screwing around I was happy.  We did it when we did and it was good.”
	“And now she’s off doing whoever and here you are,” I said.
	“Yeah,” he said.
	“Well, what do you want to do, Ben?”
	“What do you mean?” He asked.
	I laughed and said, “You have a woman who’s very willing to be naughty, she sitting on her bed and all you’re doing is standing there.  Tell me what you want.”
	“I want you,” he said.
	I smiled and stood up from the bed.  I walked over to him and put my hands on his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.
	“What do you want to do to me?” I asked.
	I felt his body shaking from his nervousness and tried to hide a smile.  I was enjoying this way too much.
	“Everything,” he whispered.
	I slid my hand down his chest and onto the hard lump in his pants.  I rubbed my hands up and down the bugle of his erection and said, “You’re going to need to be a little bit more specific.  Tell me something naughty you want to do or that you want me to do.”
	He licked his lips and in a shaky voice said, “I want to watch your finger yourself.”
	I grinned at him and, giving his cock and gentle squeeze, I walked back over to the bed. I stripped out of my clothes and stood naked before him, giving him a nice long look at me.  I got on the bed and laid with my legs spread open for him to see my pussy.  I slid my hands down my breasts and across my hard nipples. I slid them across my stomach and stopped them just above the small patch of my pubic hair.
	“I’m naked, why aren’t you?” I asked.
	He pulled his clothes off so fast he almost fell over which sent me into a fit of giggles.  Once he’d recovered, he stood at my door, his hard cock jutting out in front of him.
	I eyed his cock and licked my lips.  I slid my fingers down and rubbed my clit, watching his eyes widen as I touched myself.  I rubbed little circles over my clit and let out little whimpers of pleasure as shivers ran up and down my spine.  
	I slipped my fingers lower and teased him with rubbing the tip of my fingers between my pussy lips before I slid it deep into me.  I let out a long moan of pleasure and I watched his hand wrap around his cock.  As I fingered my wet pussy he stroked his cock.  
	I pulled my finger out of my pussy and brought it to my face.  I watched as he froze, even his stroking stopped, as I licked my wetness off of my finger.  I licked it again and then slid my finger into my mouth.
	Ben let go of his cock and said, “My God, Lizzi, that has to be the hottest the thing I’ve ever seen!”
	I grinned and asked, “Why don’t you come over here and feel the hottest and wettest thing you’ve ever felt?”
	He practically leapt across the room and onto the bed with me.  He lay on top of me, his cock pressing against my west pussy.  He thrust forward, sliding into my wet and very needy pussy.  I moved my hips with him, tremors of pleasure running through at the feel of his hard cock inside me.
	“What do you want now, Ben?” I asked.  “Do you want me to talk dirty?  Do you want me to tell you to fuck me hard?”
	He stared at me, trying to speak, as I prodded him some more.
	“Or do you want to hold me down?” I asked and watched his eyes go wide.  “Yeah, that’s what you want, isn’t it?  You liked pinning me to the desk at work and pulling my hair. Hold me down, Ben.  Take what you want from me.”
	He grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms to the bed as he thrust himself harder into me.  I rocked with him, whimpering with each deep thrust of his cock.  
	He leaned down and mashed his mouth against mine. I kissed him back hard as he fucked me harder and harder.  
	He broke the kiss and started to speak but stopped.  He tried again and I finally asked, “What is it?  Tell me what you want.”
	“I want to cum on you,” he said and I could hear a hint of shame in his voice.
	“When you get close, pull out and straddle my stomach,” I said.  “I’ll take it from there.”
	His thrusting became harder and faster and I felt my pussy quiver and I cried out as I came.  He kept ramming his cock into my as my orgasm made the world go white and I screamed.
	I heard his breathing become rough and he whispered, “I’m close.”
	He pulled out and straddled me like I’d told him to do. I took his cock in my hands and stroked its slippery length.  His cock swelled in my hand and the first load of his cum shot out and splattered on my chin and neck.  The next loads shot out, splashing across the topes of my breasts.  He gasped as the last full load of cum splashed out onto my belly.
	I stroked him for another couple of seconds and grinned up at him as he watched me stroke him.  He had a huge grin on his face and it only got bigger as I got on my elbows and brought his cock to my mouth.  I licked the last drop of cum off of the tip of his cock before sliding him into my mouth.  I slid his cock out of my mouth and, with one last lick, let him go.
	He collapsed beside me on the bed and said, “You’re amazing.”
	“I know,” I said.
	I ran my finger through his cum, sliding my finger through the cum on my breasts. He saw what I was doing and gave me his full attention.  I lifted my finger to my lips and licked off the drop of cum on my fingertip.
	His cock twitched and I giggled.  He grinned and said, “I’ve never done anything like that.  The closest I’ve come to that is watching porn.”
	I laughed and said, “That was pretty tame compared to some of the stuff I’ve done.”
	“Like what?” He asked.
	 I gave him a grin and said, “You’ll have to wait to find that out.  I’m feeling a little sticky so I’m going to take a quick shower.”
	“Need any help?” He asked.
	“Getting clean?” I asked. “No. Getting dirty? Oh yes!”
	I got off of the bed and went into the bathroom.  I took a quick shower and dried myself off.  When I came out of the shower I found Ben almost completely dressed.  He gave me a sheepish look and said, “I should be going.  I don’t want her to get suspicious of anything.”
	I nodded and said, “Okay.  Tomorrow, when you’re acting all weird towards me because you feel guilty, I won’t take it personally.”
	“I won’t do that to you,” he said.
	I gave him a sad smile and said, “Yes, you will.”
	He came over and gave me a brief kiss before heading out.  I got into bed and watched a little TV before falling into a restful sleep.

*****

	The next day, like I’d expected, Ben was feeling guilty.  He was nice. He was cordial and courteous but he was also distant. I could see and feel it when I was around him.  I did my best to just keep things professional and, after a couple of days, things started to feel like they were going back to normal.
	While most of the office was out at lunch I brought some papers into his office and set them in his inbox.  He looked up at me and smiled.  I gave him a smile and walked back towards the door.
	“Lizzi, why aren’t you at lunch?” He asked. 
	I turned around and shrugged, “I brought a salad and already ate it.  Besides, with everyone gone, I can finally get some work done around here.”
	He nodded and glanced back at his computer.
	“Why aren’t you at lunch?” I asked.
	He sighed and said, “This case is turning into a nightmare and I figured I’d just plow through and see if I can get everything set up the way I want.”
	“You shouldn’t do that,” I said.  “If you don’t eat it’ll just make it harder for you to concentrate.”
	“I know,” he said.  “This thing just has me super tense.”
	“You should find a way to relax, Ben,” I said.
	He turned his chair and gave me his full attention.  I watched a little grin pull his lips up and he asked, “Any suggestions?”
	I smiled and said, “I might have a few.”
	“Any of them you’d care to share with me?” He asked.
	I gave him a grin and then walked over to his door.  I closed it and gently locked it, hoping nobody would he the click of the lock.
	I walked back over to him and came around his desk.  I put my hands on the arms of his chair and leaned forward, giving him a nice view of my cleavage.
	“Are you sure you want me to share with you?” I asked.  “It might get messy.”
	He gulped and said, “I’m very sure.”
	I got down on my knees in front of him and slid my hands up his thighs.  I slid them over the hard lump in his pants and up to his belt.  I pulled his belt loose and then unbuttoned his pants.  I unzipped his pants and pulled them open.  His precum had made a wet spot on the front of his boxers and I slid my fingers over the wet spot.
	“Stand up,” I said.
	I scooted back a little so he could. With him in his feet, I pulled his pants to his ankles and then hooked my fingers under his waistband and pulled.  His boxers slid down and his cock sprung free, standing stiffly at attention.
	“Sit,” I said.
	With him back in his chair, I leaned forward and took his cock in my hand.  I slowly stroked him up and down.  I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock.  He grabbed my hair and let out a low moan as I took the head of his cock into my mouth.  I bobbed my head up and down sliding his cock in and out of my mouth.
	He thrust his hips in time with my sucking and I had to put my hand son his hips to stop him from pushing is cock too deep into my mouth.  I slid him out of my mouth and kissed my way down the bottom of his cock.  I licked my way back up and took him into my mouth again.  
	I bobbed my head up and down, faster and faster.  I heard him gasp and he gripped my hair hard.  I put my tongue over the tip of his cock and felt his first load of cum explode into my mouth.  His cock shot cum into my mouth as he let out one long moan of pleasure.
	When the last of his cum dripped out of his cock and into my mouth, I stood up and grinned down at him.
	“Feel better?” I asked.
	All he could do was grin and nod his head.  I laughed and said, “You should put that way now, mister.”
	He pulled his boxers and pants up and then fell back into his chair.
	“If you need me for anything, I’ll be in my office,” I said, walking toward his door.
	“I might need you for something after work,” he said.
	I looked back at him over my shoulder and asked, “Are you buying me dinner first?”
	“Of course,” he said. “We have dinner and then you’re dessert.”
	I grinned and said, “I like the way you think.”
	I left his office and, later on that night, dinner was good but dessert was so much better.
	We had our fun for a couple of weeks before his wife came home one day and begged him to forgive her.  She told him everything; she was feeling like there wasn’t enough spice in their lives, she wanted more and didn’t know what she wanted until she almost lost it.
	They went to counseling and started trying new things and found they both liked a little kink in their lives.  Ben never told her about me and we never talked about our short time together.  It was just a good memory for both of us.
