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  “Yes?”

  “Just give me a second to get to my desk, locate some paper for notes, and then we can get started on discussing your new project."

  “That won’t be necessary."

  “Why? Is something wrong?”

  “No. Nothing’s wrong. As you know, I originally scheduled this call to go over the Draco project, but a couple of things have changed, and I’m going to need you to come in this evening."

  “Um. Okay. What time?”

  “As soon as you can get here."

  “I can be there in about an hour, if that’s okay with you?”

  “Actually, that will work out fine."

  "All right. I’ll meet you at your office, Professor Chase."

  “Taylor?”

  “Yes, professor?”

  “Please, call me Raiden. Professor makes me sound old."

  I laughed. He was far from old. Professor Raiden Chase was probably my brother’s age, and extremely handsome, the kind of handsome that you rarely see. It was something to do with his brilliance, his passion for his work, and the way he held himself so assured. And then there was his radiant smile and those dimples that appeared like magic. They could transform his face from scowling seriousness to dazzling happiness when he spoke about his passions in life. I’d been real careful not to get derailed while around him, particularly when forced to look into his gorgeous, aqua blue eyes.

  “You’re not old," I said.

  “Why, thank you."

  “You’re welcome, Raiden."

  “Thank you, again."

  “For what?” I asked.

  “For not calling me Professor."

  ****

  After taking the fastest shower known to mankind, drying my hair in a rush, applying my make-up––and finding, on top of everything else, I needed to do laundry––I put on one of my floral print summer dresses. It wasn’t too dressy, rather casual, and even though I didn’t usually wear dresses to work, it was clean, so all things considered, that was a major bonus.

  On my way to the university, I sang along with the radio in my car. I imagine the people I passed on the highway thought I was nuts, but one of my favorite songs came on, Stars by Switch foot. As soon as it was over, I changed the station, channel hopping for another good song, and noticed the time on the digital display. I didn’t want to keep the professor waiting, so I sped up, just a little.

  When I arrived at the university, it took me a few moments to drive through the parking lot, trying to locate a good parking space. I wasn’t one of the lucky few staff with assigned parking, and I hated walking clear across the lot, then hiking across the campus to the office. The summer session evening classes were ongoing, but I found a great space to park, and took advantage.

  I grabbed my purse from the passenger seat, exited my car, hit the keyless to lock my vehicle, and made my way to the astronomy department. On my way in, one of the security officers stopped me, and asked for my credentials. I plucked my badge out of my purse, and handed it over. He eyed it.

  “Thank you, Ms. Matthews," he said, and returned it to me.

  “No problem. I’m not usually in on a Thursday night."

  “No," he said. "But I will remember you, next time."

  I smiled, clipped my identification onto the V-neck of my dress, and walked down the long corridor. I passed my little cubbyhole positioned next to the professor’s office, where I stopped and knocked on his closed door. I listened, but didn’t hear him. I knocked once more. Nothing.

  I opened the door, and peeked in. "Professor Chase?”

  I didn’t see him or hear him, so I stepped inside. He wasn’t sitting at his desk, and the door to his personal restroom was wide open. I could see inside. The lights were out. I crossed the room and looked through the blinds on the window that separated the office from the lab. I saw a few telescopes. They had been taken apart, and were sitting on the table, but other than equipment, it too was vacant.

  I glanced around, and wondered if the professor had gone for coffee. Something caught my eye as I walked over to his desk. Written on the white board, hanging on the wall next to his desk, was a message.

  Taylor. I’m on the observation deck. Come on up.

  ****

  It was dark on the rooftop deck, but I saw Professor Chase’s silhouette. At my vantage point, and from what I could see, he was looking through one of the bigger telescopes. From the size of the scope he was using, I knew it had to be one of the high-powered devices that we utilize for studying distant objects in space.

  “See anything interesting?” I asked as I approached my boss.

  “Yes," he answered, then pulled back from the eyepiece, turned around, and stared at me. "I could use a second pair of eyes. Would you care to take a look?”

  “Sure," I said.

  Professor Chase moved aside as I stepped up on the wide, higher deck that held the scope. I probably frowned when I noticed the telescope wasn’t pointed toward the bright stars in the inky black sky. It pointed out, just above the arts building roof. That didn’t make much sense, to me.

  “Professor, did you hit the scope? It’s in the wrong direction."

  “No. Go ahead and take a look. And stop with the ‘Professor’, okay?”

  “Oh, um, sorry." I bent slightly, placed my eye to the eyepiece, and looked. "Oh my God!” I quickly stepped back, and ran right into my boss. He caught me before I stumbled off the upper level. "Those people are… They are—”

  “Say it," Raiden said. His voice was low and close to my ear. "Tell me what they are doing?”

  “Fucking," I said.

  “You’re right. They are."

  “Is this why you called me in to work?”

  “Yes, Taylor."

  “You wanted me to watch two strangers get it on?”

  Raiden’s hand rested on my hip. I started to turn around and face him, but he stopped me. I felt him move my hair aside. The sensation as he placed his mouth to my ear sent a shiver over me.

  “Taylor," he said in a hungry sounding voice. "I want you to look through that scope, and tell me everything you see."

  “But—”

  “Do it, Taylor."

  I took a step forward, and gazed through the scope that peered into the open bedroom of an apartment. The man and woman who were fucking on the bed had changed things up.

  “Tell me, Taylor," Raiden whispered into my ear. "What do you see?”

  “This seems so wrong," I murmured, but something about what I was doing sent a roll of excitement through me. It was something that I’d never experienced before. Exhilaration, at the taboo of it all.

  “I want every detail," Raiden said. His tongue played havoc with my neck and ear.

  “The man is tying the woman up," I said.

  “Tying her up, how?”

  “She’s on the bed, but on her knees, and her back is facing the window. The man has her hands secured with a rope, and has tied her wrists together. He’s hooked her to some sort of device attached to the headboard, hoisting her hands above her head."

  “Tell me more about her," Raiden said as he stroked my neck with the tip of his nose.

  “She’s shapely, with long black hair, and a tattoo down her spine that looks like leopard spots."

  “Tell me more, Taylor."

  “The man just stood up from the bed and grabbed something.”

  “What did he grab?” Raiden’s hand left my hip, slid up and over my chest, then in through the V-neck of my dress. He sheltered a lace-covered breast. My nipples were hard. He tweaked them through the lace then found the front clasp to my bra, unhooking it. Once my breasts were free of lace, he raised his fingers to my mouth. I wasn’t this type of person, was I? "Suck them," he demanded. I sucked two of his fingers. He groaned and moved in closer to my back. I felt him pressed up against me, my back to his hard chest. He pulled his fingers free of my mouth, and returned to fondling my breasts. He spread the moisture over my right nipple, and tugged, slightly. "G
o on. What do you see?”

  I moaned as he played with my breasts, but continued.

  “It’s a paddle. He has a paddle in his right hand. He’s kneeling on the bed, behind the woman. He’s stroking her hair with his free hand, and swiping the paddle down the tattoo, over the roundness of her ass, and…”

  “What?”

  “Now he’s spanking her ass with the paddle, and he’s…. Oh, jeez."

  “What?”

  “He’s fucking her pussy between swats with a large black dildo."

  “And what’s she doing?”

  “She’s arching her back, giving him full access to her ass, and when he swats her ass with the paddle, she tugs at her restraints."

  Raiden’s right hand worked my nipples, and his left gathered up the material on my dress.

  “Raiden, we shouldn’t be doing this," I said. "We shouldn’t be watching these people, and doing whatever this is we are doing up here on the rooftop."

  “Taylor, this is exactly what we should be doing," he said. I jumped when his fingers found the front of my panties. He rubbed there. I swayed my hips back and forth. Raiden slipped his hand beneath the silky material from the top waistband. "See. You’re wet for me. This turns you on, just as I suspected it would."

  “Suspected? You planned all of this?”

  “Yes, and no," he admitted. "A few months ago, I was stargazing up here, and ran across those two doing interesting things in their apartment. Finding them was by accident, I assure you. Then I saw them again, and wondered if they played their games every Thursday night. And as you can see, they do."

  “And you thought I’d be turned on?”

  “Yes," he said. "Keep watching."

  “Raiden, I don’t understand this."

  “Yes you do."

  “You are my boss, and—”

  “I’m a man who wants you. I’ve always wanted you, Taylor.”

  I heard his words at my ear, felt his fingers swirling my clit with expertise, and watched the couple through the telescope, feeling my body build to the point of no return. I needed to protest more, or even better, stop him from doing this, but it felt so good.

  “Wait," I said, almost panting. "You’ve always wanted me?”

  “You’ve never recognized me, have you?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I went to high school with your brother, Jake. We played on the same rugby team."

  “You did?”

  “Yes. And I guess I understand why you don’t know who I am."

  “You do?”

  “I do." Raiden rubbed me a bit harder, and then dipped a fingertip inside of me. I quaked within his hold. "Every time I ever came to your house, you were always up on the rooftop, looking at the stars. But I knew who you were the minute you stepped into my office. That beautiful, blonde girl, with hair that glowed white in the moonlight, and lips that needed to be kissed." Raiden stopped tantalizing my flesh, and turned me around to face him. "I thought when you came to interview for the assistant job that you might have recognized me, remembered who I was, but you never did, and it has driven me crazy." Raiden strummed his knuckles down my cheek. "And you continue to drive me crazy."

  “You? I do? I’m speechless."

  “I wanted you all those years ago, and I want you now."

  Raiden’s mouth came down on mine, stopping any further words from escaping my lips. I felt the urge of his kiss as he took mine with the mastery of his tongue. Our tongues jostled for position. I wanted to run my hands over his body. Take his cock deep inside of me. Feel him envelop me. Penetrate me. This discovery had to be wrong. He was my boss, and we were on the observation deck where we worked. And while somewhere within my chaotic thoughts, I was aware this whole thing was crazy, and reckless, I realized that for once, I didn’t care.

  “Shit. I need more of you," he said in an almost breathless growl. Raiden pulled me to him, roughly, and kissed me yet again.

  I felt Raiden’s large hands move up my body then he wrapped them into my hair, tightly. He tugged. It stung in a good way. His mouth made a circuit over my throat, down my neck, and over the bare part of my shoulder.

  “I want you," I said. My hands found him firm beneath his pants.

  “Taylor," he groaned when I cupped his bulging material-covered crotch.

  Raiden picked me up, and took us into the darkest part of the deck where it met the brick wall of an attached building. He pressed himself into me, gripped the back of my thigh, and lifted my leg for better approach. I moved my hips, and ground myself against him, letting him feel my heat and desire. My mouth roamed over his throat while my hands unbuttoned his shirt. When I slipped my fingers beneath the material, the smoothness of his flesh baptized me in carnal desire. I kept going. The ripples of his stomach, enticed me even further. Unable to stop myself, I tore the rest of his buttons free, and kissed his muscular chest.

  Raiden found the side zipper, yanked, and peeled the dress from me. My bra, already loose, fell from my arms. With a tug, he ripped my panties off. Night air touched me before he did, then he sucked one hard nipple into his mouth where he nipped, pulled, and stretched it before he flicked it with his tongue in quick motions. I moaned at the sensation. He slathered my stomach with kisses, going down to his knees. Raiden palmed my right calf, and lifted.

  “Put your foot on my shoulder," he said as he took off my sandal, and flung it aside. He kissed the top of my foot. "Go ahead."

  I placed it on his strong shoulder. Without hesitation, Raiden took complete control of me with his mouth. I wanted to crumple, but I held.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this. Your wet pussy spread for me while I taste you," he said. He tapped my hard clit with his tongue. Twirled it with his lips then sucked.

  “Oh, Jesus." I bit at the inside of my cheek and almost lost it when he fingered my slick pussy while licking my clit.

  When I began to shake, Raiden stopped, came to his feet, undid his belt, hurriedly unzipped his pants, and jerked them down. He took me right there, back pressed against the wall as he slammed himself deep into my wanting cunt. I gasped, releasing a small shrill as my shoulders scraped up the wall behind me. It was probably going to leave marks, but I didn’t care.

  “Taylor," he said as his mouth burrowed into my neck. He bit, sucking my soft flesh while he fucked me.

  “Make me come, Raiden."

  We pumped and pressed against each other.

  “Oh, I will," he assured. He moved me away from the wall. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and my arms tight around his neck. We were grinding. Pumping. Pushing. Needy bodies slapping against each other. Within the sounds of hard breathing, the night had enclosed us. "Oh fuck, yeah!” Raiden grunted. His hands pressed into my lower back and ass. "Grab me with that accommodating pussy, and come."

  “I’m going to," I said. Electricity ran through the entire span of my body, flowing like sparks up my spine. With each pump of his hips, he not only caused exquisite friction against my clit but hit my sweet spot. I was coming undone. "Mmm…” I moaned, constricting around Raiden’s rigid dick. "That’s it. Fuck me!” I climaxed. He fucked me even harder through the contractions of my first orgasm. Smaller waves of pleasure came and came, as I squeezed him inside of me. He gave two exacting thrusts, gripping my ass, and groaning. When Raiden pulled out, he spilled everything he had upon my stomach.

  ****

  “Where do you want this, Taylor?”

  I glanced over my shoulder. "I’m not sure yet."

  “You know this isn’t the lightest TV in the world."

  “I know, but wasn’t it you who said I needed to find someone to help me move the heavy things?”

  Raiden chuckled. "I guess that was me."

  “Just set it down before you strain something, and come help me with this curtain rod."

  “Yes, ma’am!”

  I returned my attention to the job at hand, heard scurrying around behind me, and felt hands on my ass.

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nbsp; “Why, professor. Are you trying to take advantage of me while I’m stretched out and helpless on this stepladder?”

  “I just might be," he said. He slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts then grumbled something unrecognizable, when the doorbell interrupted us.

  “I better get that," I said, and started to get down.

  “Finish what you’re doing up there, and I’ll get the door for you."

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure."

  I turned to watch Raiden walk off, and admired the excellence of his ass in jeans. A few seconds later, I heard my brother’s voice.

  “Raiden? What are you doing here?” Jake asked.

  “I’m here helping out your sister."

  “You know Taylor?”

  “She’s my assistant at the university."

  “Are you serious? You’re the brilliant professor she always goes on about?”

  “I don’t know about brilliant."

  I jumped off the stepladder in time to see my brother, and my boss, walk into the living room.

  “Hey, T. I brought you that new carrying case and tripod I promised you," Jake said as he sat them on the top of an uncluttered ottoman.

  “Thanks."

  “How come you never told me your boss was Raiden Chase?” he asked.

  “I didn’t know you knew him until a couple of weeks ago."

  “She didn’t remember me," Raiden interjected. "I guess I never made an impression when we were younger."

  “You’ve made one now," I said.

  Raiden smiled, and I melted.

  Jake looked at me, then at Raiden, then back at me.

  “You two are doing the nasty," he said with a smirk. "The boss and his assistant." He shook his head.

  Raiden walked over and put his arm around my shoulders. "Don’t make it sound so sordid."

  I laughed, and kissed Raiden’s sexy lips.

  “Awe, come on," Jake said. "No mushy stuff while I’m here."

  “You might as well get used to it, because I’m sticking around," Raiden said.

  “Yeah. And besides, you should be glad I took your advice, Jake."

  “Advice about what?”

  “You always told me I needed to get my tired blood pumping, and I have." Raiden squeezed my ass. "Trust me," I said. "It pumps a lot harder these days."