It's Been So Long...

It's Been So Long...

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

(CANCELLED) Jeanne has been working for Grant Stafford for two years as his assistant. It's been two years since her military husband has been dead from war. She always dreamed about being with another man, especially Grant, for that long, but afraid to be touched by another man other than her dead husband. Grant wants Jeanne, he wanted her ever since she worked for him. He wants to show her what she has been missing these past few years, and he knows she wants it as much as he does!

Summary

(CANCELLED) Jeanne has been working for Grant Stafford for two years as his assistant. It's been two years since her military husband has been dead from war. She always dreamed about being with another man, especially Grant, for that long, but afraid to be touched by another man other than her dead husband. Grant wants Jeanne, he wanted her ever since she worked for him. He wants to show her what she has been missing these past few years, and he knows she wants it as much as he does!

Chapter1 (v.1) - It's Been So Long...

Author Chapter Note

Jeanne has been working for Grant Stafford for two years as his assistant. It's been two years since her military husband has been dead from war. She always dreamed about being with another man, especially Grant, for that long, but afraid to be touched by another man other than her dead husband. Grant wants Jeanne, he wanted her ever since she worked for him. He wants to show her what she has been missing these past few years, and he knows she wants it as much as he does!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 26, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 26, 2013

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*A/N: This is another attempt at a office erotica...so enjoy! This is not a novel, its a series, so its only gonna have like 3-4 parts...enjoy!*
 
Chapter 1
 
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us, Jeanne?” My friend, Kathy, asked me and I just gave her a sweet smile and nodded.
 
 
“It’s fine, Grant needs me to stay. He is heading out to New York Monday and I need to finish his itinerary and brochures about the company by tonight,” I said and Kathy just shook her head.
 
 
“You are one dedicated worker, but it’s just because Jack…”
 
 
“Jack has nothing to do with this! He died two years ago, okay? I have moved on in life, and I really need to get this stuff done!” I turned around in my seat and the template of the brochure came up with the words “Stafford Telecommunications Inc.” came up with the company logo. Kathy just wished me a good weekend and left with the other co-workers to the local Charlotte club. I rubbed my temples and took me a migraine medications and kept working. If I just keep moving, I should be done by seven thirty and I will not miss my television show on the USA network. 
 
 
I’m Jeanne Youngsteen, I am twenty-two and I already a widow. Yes, a widow as in my husband is dead,
Jack Richardson. I took my maiden name back a year go to prove to my friends and family that I have truly moved on. But I haven’t moved on yet. I have not dated a man since the news of my husband’s death in Iraq two years ago. I cannot bare another man to touch me where Jack has touched me intimately. Jack was the first man to kiss me, to touch me, and take my virginity on prom night. We lived on Fort Bragg, North Carolina until he got killed and I moved back to Charlotte, my hometown. I work as the assistant to Grant Stafford, the richest man on the east coast. I worked for him for the past two years, ever since I moved back, He owns the telecommunications firm here in Charlotte, but he also owns firms in Atlanta, Miami, New York, Philly and Baltimore. He takes recent trips to his companies, and he is heading to the second biggest one next to his main Charlotte one Monday in New York. 
 
 
Grant Stafford is a very sexy and desirable man, I have to admit. Curly sun bleached blonde hair, baby blue eyes, probably in his early thirties. He is about a foot taller than me, and I know he exercises because he always comes into work after he works out. His muscles bunch in his white collared shirt and his sleek black tie. I looked up and he is in his huge office and he is leaning in his seat and laughing. I can hear his deep southern husky laugh now. It’s so deep and so…arousing. Jeanne, you need to quit your daydreaming and get to work!
 
 
An hour later, I heard Grant’s door open and close and I looked up and he is heading out the elevator doors. Before he pressed the buttons, he looked over and he actually looks shocked. “Why Jeanne, why are you still doing here?” Grant asked me and I kept working…I just need to add the finishing touches on the itinerary. 
 
 
“Finishing your paperwork so you can leave for New York Monday,” I said and he huffed.
 
 
“I am not leaving until noon Monday, you can finish up Monday. Come on, let’s have something to eat, I’ll buy.” He is offering dinner with me? He is usually with bubbly blonde with rich fathers, not women like me. I have scraggly brunette hair, dark brown eyes and I am pale skinned. I am not a very attractive woman next to his dates. “No thank you Mr….” I tried to be polite but it didn’t work.
 
 
“Call me Grant, but I insist, come on Jeanne, you deserve a night out!” I sat my pen down on the desk and stood up. My skirt got hitched up from me sitting down for hours and hours and I can feel the air hit my exposed side. I blushed as I pulled my skirt down and I looked at Grant. He is staring straight at me, with his heart melting eyes. Damn, God made this man!
 
 
“Okay, I’ll follow…” I tried to insist on driving myself, but he held his manicured hand up to me.
 
 
“I insist on driving us to the restaurant, if you don’t mind,” Grant said in a very firm voice. I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed my purse as I followed him to the elevator. When the elevator doors closed, my breathing got much harder, faster paced. The air got thicker. I pulled on my blouse and I began to sweat. Where the fuck is this coming from? I looked up to see if Grant is experiencing this, I am shocked from what I seen. Grant’s tie is loose, the black sleek tie I love, and the top buttons are loose. He walked over to me, his tall and muscular stature above me. I can smell his cologne lingering in the air.  
 
 
My back hit the corner of the elevator and Grant is a lot closer to me. His breath is now mingling with mine in the air and his baby blues are hooded. “Grant…” I panted, trying to figure out what is going on, but he stopped me with his index finger against my lips.
 
 
“Two years I worked with you, and I desired you the whole time. I know you are still hurting from your husband’s death…” Grant said and I opened my mouth.
 
 
“I am not…”
 
 
“Yes you are, Jeanne. You may can go on with life without him, but you can still hurt. I can tell when you do hurt. I watch you frown every time Kathy brings her husband in, and when I bring my dates in. You want to be loved, well…I am here.” Is he really offering himself to me?
 
 
“Grant, I just not…”
 
 
“Yes, you are, I can tell you’re ready.” I bit my lip as his lips grazed my neck and his hands went to my hips and pulled my body against his. I can feel his hard-on pressed up against my thigh. Oh my, how long has it been since I even felt one against me? Almost three years! I moaned and his hand went up to my breast and cupped it gently. The elevator dinged and his lips left my neck and he pulled away from me.
 
 
“After dinner, we are going to my place, Jeanne. I have not thought of what I am going to do to you yet, but it does consist of undressing you and taking your body as mine,” Grant said and I swallowed loud. Wow, this man…this man has the words to seduce a woman!
 
 
He opened the door for me and he got into his sports car and he drove us down the Charlotte streets to I-77 to the downtown exit and he took us to this beautiful Italian restaurant. We walked in together, with his hand at my lower back, gently pushing me forward. “Reservations?” The matri de said and Grant nodded.
 
 
“Stafford, party of two,” He said and my eyes grew. He planned this all along. He knew I would stay over tonight, little liar! The matri de took us to a beautiful candlelit table in front of North Carolina’s biggest city skyline. I opened the menu and Grant and I stayed silent until the waiter came and got our drink order, thanks to Grant. “Bottle of Rosé please,” Grant said and I smiled. Wow, I never drank Rosé before! Jack was not a huge wine drinker, or a drinker at all. He was too much into the military to do anything fun and exciting. “Do you know what you’re getting, babe?” Grant asked and I swallowed. Him calling me that makes my heart soar. I wanted a man to call me that, other than my family, since Jack’s death.
 
 
“Yeah, the Chicken Fettuccini Alfreado,” I mumbled and Grant sat his menu down and grabbed my hand.  
 
 
“Don’t be nervous, Jeanne. I will show you a great time tonight. I will replace the years you we’re without love from a man.” I smiled and looked down.
 
 
“I feel like a teenager again, so nervous and shy.”
 
 
“I think it’s cute!” I laughed and the waiter came back and took our orders, which Grant got Veal Parmesan. We sat around and talked about everything and anything I was comfortable with. I think Grant wants to know more about Jack, but he is afraid to ask or know what happened. I thought he knew, but he never asked what he did, or how he died…
 
 
Our food came and we ate in silence. I watched Grant eat more than eating myself. He even looks delectable eating! I love seeing him lick his lips when the pasta goes into his mouth. I want to lick the sauce from his lips. When we finished, he didn’t even order dessert for us. We finished our wine and he paid for our food. I think he is ready for me. I am sure am ready for him! It’s been almost three years since I felt a cock inside me. I need him!
 
 
He drove through the streets and to a beautiful modern loft and he pulled into the parking deck. He turned off the car and then looked at me. “Are you sure you want me as much as I want you?” Grant asked and I climbed across the console of his car and sat on his lap facing him. I leaned down and planted my lips on his and our kiss immediately got heated. Our tongues begged for dominance, and he won. His hands went up my back of my blouse and my fingers went up his shirt and I can feel his muscles and his body hair. God, I love a man with body hair.
 
 
“Yes, can you tell I want you? Please, Grant, love me!” I panted and he opened the door and he began to lead me to his loft. This is going to be as much excitement I had in over two years!


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