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Her pouting and whimpering were so incredibly powerful aphrodisiacs in his ears that even stopping their motions almost hadn't kept him back, but his will had prevailed over his body. He was terribly on edge, and trying to keep himself there in that delicious torture of not allowing release. He knew exactly the effect that forcing this waiting on his body had on the eventual release, and he wanted it desperately, but even more, he felt that he wanted her to see the look of enjoyment that he'd have when he reached that point.

Then he felt her every reaction, the subtle change in her moan and her biting, the new way her legs gripped his waist, and the grinding and tensing of the muscles wrapped delectably wrapped around his throbbing cock, and he knew that she was climaxing. Even if this hadn't been the moment he wanted to let his own release happen, he wouldn't have stood a chance in stopping it. She was still grinding against him and shuddering, in the last throes of her pleasure when he started to release his seed into her. His hands released her hips and quickly, but gently, took her face between them and lifted her gaze from his neck to his eyes. He let every sensation, every emotion, every gasp for breath and every desperate wave of pleasure play across his features and eyes, trying not to hide anything his body was experiencing from her gaze. His member jerked and spasmed in pleasure as it pumped warm liquid into her, and each of its movements seemed to write something across his face.
 
She felt his body change as he prepared to come. When he came inside of her she sighed again, that was one of those feelings she could only get from him. She felt fulfilled when he came in her, like it was the absolute right thing to do. A primal instinct, almost. She had thought several times about the consequences that could result from him coming inside of her every time. She pushed those thoughts away though and kissed him softly when she felt that he was done. She squeezed him with her legs one last time and then unraveled herself from him, sliding down into the water. She pulled away from him completely and dissappeared under the water. Elsa resurfaced a few moments later and wrapped her arms around Nick's waist.

"That was amazing baby," she said softly, using a pet name for him for the very first time.

(Sorry, it's kinda short, but it's transitional)
 
He grinned when she cooed at him, calling him 'baby'. "I thought so," he sighed at her, closing his eyes and melting a little into the arms she had wrapped around him. "Had enough of swimming for the morning, love?" he asked her happily. He took her hand and started leading her into shore without waiting for an answer, knowing that if they were going to work, they probably ought to get cleaned up. If he had any thought about any risk from their repeated, unprotected encounters, he didn't show it.

As the surface of the water slowly shallowed, revealing more of her form, he turned and said with a grin, "Naked suits you, Elsy, but... ummmm... do you have something here that's more office appropriate?"
 
She nodded again to him and squeezed his hand, walking out of the shallow water to him and onto the sand. She shivered lightly when the water sunk away from her skin. She felt a little strange naked in the sun like that, but she was with him, so again, it didn't matter. She smiled up at him, "Yes. I do. I bought a skirt and a blouse at the mall yesterday. They're modest, but not puritan. Perfect for work, or at least I think so." she wondered if he had forgotten how modestly she dressed, all of the time. She just didn't like revealing skin to people.
 
He'd seen a lot of her body lately, but when she used the phrase 'modest but not puritan', he briefly wondered if she would find judicial robes to be 'modest but not puritan'. He grimaced and almost chuckled when he remembered the ugly clothes she had tried to put on when they ran by her place. He hadn't forgotten the almost dour way she had dressed at the office and wondered exactly what he was in for with this new outfit. It made something click in the back of his head... he already had one plan going for this evening, but another was starting to make an argument for the block of time leading up to that. He was going to have to make several trips and phone calls today, and he was going to have to send Elsa in another direction to get it all done.

He walked over and picked up his PJ pants, but instead of putting them on, he just tossed them over his arm and waited until she was ready to go up the steps. He followed her and opened the door to the beach house. "First lesson in having a house on the beach, babe," he said, opening the coat closet by the door and pulling out two large beach towels, "always keep towels near the door." He winked at her and handed her one.
 
She giggled at him when he threw her the towel and wrapped it around her. She felt a lot better having the towel to shield her from the sun, wind, and any prying eyes. She didn't care if he looked at her or not, he'd certainly seen her plenty of times already. She walked into the house and went over to her bags that were still laying haphazardly on the floor next to the futon. She walked over to it and bent over the bags, fumbling inside of them. She pulled out a black knee-length pencil skirt and a light pink short sleeved blouse. The blouse didn't allow for cleavage, but at the same time it would be fairly becoming on her. She hadn't lied, the clothes were modest.

She held them up and turned around, displaying them to him. "They're not sexy, they're work clothes. Do they meet your standards, mister boss?"
 
"For work, they're fine, Miss Sexre... I mean Secretary," he said teasingly. For this evening, not so much, he thought. "Hey listen," he said, starting towards the master bedroom and his closet, talking to her from the other room, "the first thing I need you to do when we get to the office is round up as many of the board members as you can, all the ones who haven't already flown the coup for the weekend, and tell them we need to have an emergency meeting. Make it over lunch at some pricey restaurant near the office, they'll take it better. It means I can't take you to lunch today, think you'll be able to fend for yourself?" He walked back in as he finished wearing an electric blue dress shirt that absolutely made his sapphire colored eyes sparkel, black slacks, and a gold tie with blue accents that matched the shirt.
 
"Hey!" she said indignantly and stuck her tongue out at him when he began to call her a sexretary. She didn't like the sound of that at all, and it actually wounded her pride. She wanted to be his girl, not his fuck toy. She could be his toy sometimes, but not just a fuck toy. If he wanted someone like that, then she wasn't the right one. She listened as he detailed what she needed to do at the office. She could do that, no problem. She got dressed quickly and brushed her hair, pulling it up into a tight bun. She walked over to the bathroom and looked at him in his snazzy outfit. She grinned, he looked adorable.

"Yeah babe, I can fend for myself. I think I'll do okay ordering a salad," she leaned up and kissed his lips gently.
 
He heard the tone of her voice after his tease, and he felt bad. He hadn't meant to hurt her feelings with that, but he finished his directions and got dressed first. When it was clear they were both ready to leave, he opened the front door for her, and as she walked out of it, he said, "Sorry... for that comment. I didn't mean anything by it, and I'll be a perfect gentleman in the office. I understand if you don't want our relationship out in the open just yet." He walked down the stairs with her and opened the passenger side door for her, then thought of something. "Hey, Elsy, do you drive stick?"
 
She reached over to him and rubbed his arm gently. "It's okay, I know you were just teasing. And I'd appreciate it if you'd be the same boss you were before. They don't need to see a change." she moved around the car and got into the passenger seat. His question shocked her and she laughed loudly. "No! Only automatic. And honestly...I'm not the best driver," she giggled and put her seatbelt on. "Plus, I think it's hot when you drive fast," she teased, provoking him a little purposely, to get him back for his crude comment about her being a sexretary. Playing with him was the best, especially when she knew she could push him a little.
 
Nick slid into the passenger seat and started the car, sticking his tongue out at her. "Is that a subtle hint to slow down, or a subtle hint to power slide around turns?" he asked, wondering about which way her sarcasm had been meant and teasing her back. Once the gate was locked behind them, he headed out down Seawall Drive and back towards I-45. When they pulled onto the freeway and got up to speed, he started to speak again. "Alright, I've got to make one more pitch for this, babe," he began in a cheerful voice, slipping his salesman hat on, "I know you won't let me just pay these... 'gentlemen'... off, but at least let me help you figure out how to work out the finances." He paused and smiled broadly, adding, "Do you know how ridiculously silly it is that I'm actually begging you to let me do this? Most of the people we work with would shoot each other for the chance to have me be one of their personal financial advisers."
 
"Mmm. You're quite the confident one, aren't you Nick?" she asked him, slipping on her bitch hat just when he slipped on his salesmen one. She could play the game just as well as he could, and he already knew that. She'd played him already, and just because he'd caught her didn't mean she wasn't good at what she did. She didn't really want to be a bitch to him though, it was hard for her to do that to him now that she had such distinct feelings for him. She sighed, "I don't need you to advise me. I know what I have to do, I know the money that needs to be given. And I already know how I'm going to work it out. I'll use the money you pay me --- my fair secretary's salary -- to pay them off. It'll take longer than they want, but that's how it'll have to be."
 
He listened to her plan with a stoney smile plastered on his face, trying not to give any of his thoughts away. He asked the angry questions in his head rather than voicing them to her. And what happens if they get impatient and decide to take it out of your hide one night when you go to drop off a payment? he thought, And what if a simple beating isn't enough? There are worse things they could do. What if they send some goon to track you down and 'encourage' you to hurry it up? What if that same goon is a little over zealous? And what do you think it would do to me if something happened to you?

It didn't take him long to run through all his concerns in his head and push them down into his stomach. When he spoke again, his voice was calm, with a touch of his velvety tone, "There are other ways, love, faster ways." He let out a calculated sigh, saying with a little feigned exasperation, "Will you at least start off by telling me how much you owe, whether you've got some equity in that house you're in, and what kind of car you're driving?"
 
She sighed when he asked her those questions. She couldn't think of any good reason not to tell him what he wanted to know. She was also beginning to feel bad about this whole situation. She'd hadn't thought that he would push paying off her debts so much. She'd thought he'd be indifferent about it after awhile and let her figure out her problems herself. But she'd been wrong, and she was feeling bad about his constant begging her.

"Well. I owe three hundred thousand. I was going to take the two-fifty from you and get the other fifty from somewhere else. Fifty isn't hard to come by when you know what you're doing. Yes, there's equity in my house. And I drive a 2004 Audi. Not as fancy as anything you've got, but pretty good I think. If I sell my house and car, what am I going to do? Live with you? Let you drive me around? Nick, that's just as bad as letting you pay it off."
 
That stung just a bit. Yeah, letting me take care of you would be terrible, he thought but pushed it away again. He knew she felt committed to him, but he reminded himself that he wasn't her husband, at least not yet. He pushed his own feelings aside and tried to empathize. She felt like she made this mess and wanted to clean it up. Maybe there was a way to satisfy them both... if he was creative enough.

"Maybe there's another set of options you're not seeing. There are ways, and legal ones at that," he stuck his tongue out playfully at her though he wasn't feeling all that playful. "Your house is probably worth about $150k I'd guess, good house, good neighborhood. If you bought it when you moved here, your agent was decent, and you sold an East coast house as part of the move... I'd guess you have something in the neighborhood of $80-90k of equity. You don't have to sell it to tap that either, you can refinance it for 100% of the value and take out the equity. There isn't a bank in the world that's going to even look at your credit rating if I cosign on the new note. And before you argue, I swear I would let you pay it off yourself."

He paused trying to judge her reactions, then moved to the subject of her car. "Now, your car. You would have to sell it to get any value out of it, but listen to this. Just hear me out. You're an executive assistant to one of Fortune 500's 'Up and Coming' young execs, it's not favoritism or even unique for Anders, Inc. to give you a corporate leased car. The business gets to write it off as an expense, and you get the transportation you need to do your job. The only person who really loses money here is the tax man. We're over a third of the way to your goal and I haven't even given you a cent. Now will you listen to your brilliant man a little?" He smiled genuinely this time and said sarcastically, "I mean, seriously, it's a little insulting that you wouldn't consider consulting me about money. It's like having a plumber for a boyfriend and trying to fix your sink yourself."
 
She didn't really understand what he was talking about with her house. Why should she bother refinancing it and taking out the equity if she was still going to have to pay that off eventually? It made more sense, at least to her, to just pay off the money little by little, without having to pay anyone else or anything back for fronting money. That had been the idea with stealing the two fifty, except she wouldn't have paid it off little by little. She was beginning to get frustrated by him. He wanted to solve all of her problems for her so he didn't bother to try to see it the way she did. She didn't want his help in paying it off. She'd made this happen, and she needed to deal with it. She'd only wanted to take his money when she'd hated him, but she didn't hate him anymore, not at all. She sighed and leaned against the side of the car, staring out the tinted window at the landscape whizzing by.

"I guess. Do what you want, Nick. I'm not going to try to argue about it anymore. Sell my house, sell my car. Doing all of that isn't going to leave me with anything less or more than what I'd have if I went to work at their club."
 
Ouch. She was lashing out and it stung again. He put the brakes on, mentally, and tried not to show his frustration. He'd overplayed his hand, obviously, misjudged her or the situation. He'd expected a light to click on for her, but maybe he'd inundated her with too much to think about. He took stock of where he sat. Alright, so she was frustrated at this point. So was he, but the worst thing he could do would be to reply in kind. He tabled the rest of his ideas, save one. He had to approach this right, because it might be the only thing she'd listen to.

He swallowed hard, looking at her softly for a moment as he drove, then looking back at the road. "I'm sorry, Elsa. I know you want to take care of this yourself, and honestly, I admire that," he said sincerely. He sat silent for a few moments letting that statement hang in the air for a minute. This was personal for her; he had to remember that. "I won't try to be your personal genie, darling. There's just... one thing I'd like you to consider," he said, his voice getting quieter before he continued, "It does affect me too." He paused again, "I love you, Elsa, and I don't like the idea of people like that having something over your head. If it were a bank I wouldn't bother you about it. Banks are intimidated by lawyers and harassment suits. I don't want to know what these men are capable of." He was silent now, listening to her and watching her out of the corner of his eye.
 
She tried not to listen to his words. She tried to ignore him, telling herself that he was not, under any circumstances, going to win this battle. She would win. She needed to win. But his voice was soft and gentle, genuine and sincere. And when he spoke like that, his soft southern drawl was there and it just melted all of her dissolve. She turned her head and glanced at him before quickly turning away. No, no, no. He can't do this to her. He's winning her over again. She glanced at him again though, and met his eyes. She sighed and moved back to the middle of the seat, no longer trying to shy away from him. She couldn't do this anymore. She knew she was being ridiculous about it anyway, but she felt like she had to do it herself.

She nodded slowly and reached out, taking his hand that wasn't steering the car. She squeezed it gently and then turned to look at him again, trying to make sure she wasn't distracting him too much. "Okay, Nick. I...I'll let you help." she hadn't realized just how much it affected him too. It was as hard for him as it was for her. "I love you."
 
He smiled gently, concern written into the corners of his mouth. He lifted his hand from the stick shift and took the hand she had placed over his, lifting it and pulling it to his mouth so that he could press his soft lips against the back of it. "Thank you, my darling... my love," he said in a voice barely above a whisper. He let himself look a little worn, and though he knew she was ready to drop this, he wanted it settled. He let his last idea fall, "Let's be simple then, honey. Just take a pay advance for the full amount and let accounting take a payment out of your check every other week." He sighed and kissed her hand again. He really did admire her attitude. It was a welcome change from girls like... No, that was a different lifetime, for all intents and purposes. He was free, and Elsa still sat in the passenger seat of his car, her seat. He looked at her for just a moment and hoped she'd agree to this last suggestion. He wanted her to be free too.
 
She nodded, finally agreeing to what he'd wanted all along. She leaned over and pecked his cheek gently. "Okay, Nick. Let's do that." then she gingerly let go of his hand so that he could use it to drive. She sat back in her seat and sighed softly, feeling an enormous weight lifted off of her shoulders. Now she didn't have to worry about the money, about the loan sharks coming after her. Nick was going to take care of it, but not in a way that was embarrassing to her. He was so perfect. She glanced over at him again and smiled. He was hers. No one else could have him. Even if he dominated her, he still belonged to her in the world of women. She'd take out any woman who even dared to think of taking him from her.
 
He smiled and sighed, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders as well. He drove on, just quietly smiling, until they got onto the downtown streets near the office building. He winced when he thought to himself that she would probably want to walk in alone. He very much wanted to walk in triumphantly with her on his arm, but he wasn't going to do that. He wasn't going to flaunt her like that, make her feel like a cheap prize. Soon enough, he thought, maybe she'll want to walk in with me as HER prize. That made him smile. He very much wanted to be her prize. He pulled over to the curb, making sure to leave room to open the Martin's low door. "I... thought you might want to be a little discreet," he said with an encouraging smile, making sure to hide any hurt or hesitation in his eyes, "and I figure stepping out of Mr. Anders' black Aston Martin as he pulls it into his parking space in the garage wouldn't quite qualify."
 
She laughed at him and leaned over to kiss him gently. "Thanks, babe." she was extremely glad that he had acknowledged the fact that she wouldn't want to walk in with him. The last time they'd been seen here together he was forcing her out the door and she was spitting on him. Now....it was different. But she still didn't want to walk in with him, and she was glad he understood. She got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk until she got to the front of the building. She hopped up the stairs and went inside, nodding to the woman who sat at the downstairs desk. She went into the elevator and rode it to the correct floor. She got him his coffee quickly and set it on his desk as she was supposed to every morning. Then she sat at her desk and began calling the board members and inviting them to the business lunch.
 
He watched her walk down the street for the block and a half that she had to cover to get to the building's front door. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, to make sure she got in alright, but the way that he was looking at her wasn't necessarily gentlemanly. "You wolf, you," he chided himself with a grin.

Once she grasped the handle, he pulled back into traffic and pulled into the building's parking garage, waving to the guard and finding his space. He stepped out of the car and directly onto the nearby elevators. Rank had it's privileges; he had to walk all of 15 feet to get to the elevator doors. When he stepped around the corner towards his office, there were several people wandering the halls. Everyone was in a rush to get things finished and skip out a little early for the weekend. He was as discreet as he had promised. "Morning, Elsa," he smiled his friendly smile, only allowing himself one quick wink. He was walking through his office door as he asked her, "How many of the board members have you been able to round up?" He saw the cup of coffee waiting on his desk and blushed. It was strange for something so simple to affect him, but... it was just so... thoughtful of her. He picked it up and took a sip, making a note to compliment her later; it tasted and smelled just right.
 
"Good morning, Mr. Anders," she said cordially as he walked passed her, looking up only enough to give him a reasonable smile. She called three more board members (or their secretaries, rather) in the time it took him to get to his office, sip his coffee, and ask her how many board members. "Seven, sir." she called out to him, "The other three are out of town on other business trips. I've scheduled lunch for 11:30 at the Villa on 3rd Street." she smiled to herself, hoping that he would be impressed with the work she'd done in the ten minutes that she'd been here. When she was good, she was good, and she knew it. "Is there anything else you need?" she called out to him, extra sweetly.
 
His eyebrows raised a little as he sat down behind his desk and heard her answer. He checked his watch. That was pretty quick, impressive. "That's more than enough for a quorum," he called out then added, with pride in his voice, "good work, Elsa. No, I think that'll be all for now. Just let me know if there's anything pressing in the messages. If it can wait until next week, call them and make an appointment in my calendar. Only urgent stuff today, I need to run some errands this afternoon."

He smirked from his desk. That would probably get her thinking and wondering. He sipped his coffee and realized something was missing from his desk. He hadn't brought the laptop in today. It didn't much matter, he supposed. Everything he really needed to do was going to be on the phone or in person today. He walked across the room and shut his office door before pulling out his business card organizer and flipping to the section he had titled, shopping and services. He picked up the telephone, dialing the number on the card. The woman on the other end greeted him and confirmed that he had reached the women's counter at Nordstrom. He asked for Colette and waited while they found her. "Colette, hi, it's Nick Anders," he spoke into the reciever, listening to her responses before answering, "Yes, thank you, that's very sweet."
"No, no, no need to thank me for that. I wasn't using the tickets anyway, and I certainly owe you more than one favor. Speaking of which that's why I called."
"No it's not for her. I won't bore you with the details, Colette, but she's left. I have someone new I want to send to you this afternoon. Over lunch if you can make an appointment for her."
"Ahem... I appreciate the innuendo, Colette, but how about that appointment?"
"Excellent, thank you, Colette. And listen, she's very reserved in her dress."
"No, no, I'm sure you have plenty of things that fit that bill, but I'm asking you to push her out of her comfort zone a little. Nothing too revealing just a little..."
"Yes, a little daring, perfect. I knew you were the one to call, sweetie, just put it on my personal account. Thanks so much."
 
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