Release

by Suzanne Clay

"You make the perfect cup every single day. It's wonderful. I enjoy it so much."

The praise was like tipping a cool bucket of water over herself on a searingly hot day.

"I'll carry it with me for the rest of the day. It'll keep me warm."

I'm not going to rub myself off in the bathroom before lunch. I'm not. I'm a good girl.

"Miss Higgs, I don't know who ever made you feel like your sexual appetite is a failing, but I hope you’ll realize that I'm not that sort of person."

I'm getting fucked by a sexy man with incredible hands."

One powerful hand. One hot mouth. One rich moan. Everything coalesced into a perfect, safe place for her to let herself be overwhelmed.

In a flash, his chest pressed against her legs, pinning her more completely as he kissed her with a weak cry of his own. She'd never heard such a sound from him. Victor was powerful. Strong. Everything about him was impeccably held together. But that one whimper vibrating against her mouth was so different—almost like he was at the edge of tears.

don't want to pick something you don't want." "What do you think will happen if you do?" he gently coaxed. Danielle tried to stare the fear down, picking it apart piece by piece. "I think...you might decide I'm too much trouble. I'm not used to calling the shots between us. I'm your personal assistant. You tell me what you need, and I get it for you. My interests don't come into the picture."

"Danielle, when we're out of the office...you're not my personal assistant. You're a woman with your own mind, heart, and desires. You know what you enjoy. And if I ask for something you'd like, it's because I want you to have what you want. Not me. Does that make sense?"

"It's my job to help you with whatever you need. And when I'm off the clock, transitioning out of that headspace is more difficult than I thought."

No expectations, plans, or demands." His gaze softened. "I asked you here so I can get to know who Danielle Higgs is under the surface. Whatever you want to give me, I'll take."

"I know you're not Mr. Hughes, and I'm not Miss Higgs. But do I still get to call you sir?" He paused, fingers squeezing the doorframe. After a moment to collect himself, he looked over his shoulder with eyes of blue fire. "As long as you're prepared for the consequences of your own actions."

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With how controlled Victor was, she couldn't imagine how he must've felt, watching the private place he'd set up for himself start to crumble.

"You must know how incredible 2015 was for so many of us." Victor closed his eyes. "For the first time, there was no more jumping through hoops to make sure our life partner was on our medical insurance. No more worrying about who would have control over our decisions, if we passed on early. No more asking ourselves if one of us should legally adopt the other, just so we'd be able to have the right to take care of each other in the eyes of the law."

The way I'm romantically attracted to people is unique. I have to get to know them before I feel any spark at all—and once it's there, sometimes it flits and falls."

"Demiromantic, grayromantic, something like that. Is that right?"

I don't really see the purpose in trying to pin down exactly who I am with language, as fragile as it is. Sometimes I love. Sometimes I don't. But that desire for closeness and intimacy and a long-term relationship is always deep inside me, even if the butterflies aren't there."

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"I am overwhelmed sometimes by how many things I feel when I look at you. I'm not used to them. They scare the shit out of me."

"It makes me feel...welcome, I guess. Knowing you're not afraid to show me the side of you that you only let out at home." "I want you to see it," he murmured.

"I want you to feel safe to be able to say it. Whether my pride is hurt or not, there's no harm in a discussion, is there?"

On one hand, she delighted in the fact that he was careful enough with his knowledge of her trauma to make sure she wasn't leaning into old expectations. On the other, Danielle Higgs was an adult. She was comfortable with her high libido. And she never wanted her lover to make her feel like she was misinterpreting it, or making it up for their sake.

But for the first time, she felt safe in this tunnel-visioned lust. There was no fear in being seen, no embarrassment in having Victor know how precisely she wanted to be little more than a vessel for his pleasure.

The tender way he ran his fingers through her hair broke her and healed her in equal measures.

But if you don't like the taste of someone ejaculating, for example, then I don't want you to have to suffer through that either."

"Will you sit in my lap?" Victor asked. "So I can have you close?"

fuck, Victor.

I want to know that I can keep you safe."

How odd that ample praise about her as a person, rather than her working capabilities, gave her this twisting sensation in her gut. It was just as potent as her sensitivity to rejection.

"Shall I tell you the long road I walked, trying not to give you too much attention?"

"I can't tell you how bizarre it is to have your ex-husband's husband tell you to hire a personal assistant, by the way."

I’m an adult. I have agency. I’m allowed to say no to more than sex.”

“You don’t have to like it when I say no. If I told you I didn’t want to make my life bigger than you…” Her eyes filled again. “…then you’re allowed to cut things off between us. But please. Let me have a say in what happens in my own life.”

"I'd even let you to call me your boyfriend, even though it makes me feel like I'm in high school."

I hope you'll point it out, so I can grow beyond those habits."

They'd just existed together, and it made her heart sing.

"Do you think you're the only person who likes getting on their knees for the person they love?"

be a good girl. Tell me. What. You need."

His smirk widened. "Where do you need it?"

"Are you doubting your ability to come on my tongue?"

"That's my good girl…”

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At Cherry Street, she'd wanted to be used. Here, she wanted to be seen.

"Never, never apologize for taking over."

she could hear the wet sounds of his cock burying inside of her pussy and feel so filthy and aroused—but also swear both of their hearts were opening up, as though they were going to combine. Who knew someone could make love and fuck at the same time?

"Is this what you need?"

You're such a fucking good girl."

*faints