My Darcy Mutates…

as she rode out the highest climax she had ever reached. The waves of it crashed through her body for ages.

Still quivering with delight, she felt him pump into her in a frenzy of quick pulses and then freeze, his tip stopped at the depth of her womb. Growling savagely, he blasted his essence into her. His teeth bit into her shoulder, and his convulsions prolonged the orgasm she was still experiencing.

Her body was on fire, torched where their skin touched, where his mouth and hands stroked, and where his manhood throbbed. Her mind was satiated for a long time, and she whimpered in protest when he finally withdrew from her and turned her to lie on her back.

He brushed the wayward curls from her sweaty face and lowered his mouth to kiss her eyelids.

When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the brightest of smiles on his face. His emerald gaze bored into her. The lovely dimples made him look like a young man of twenty, instead of a mature businessman of thirty five.

He smoothed his hands along her body, then lifted her left hand. He kissed each of her fingers, and a glinting light made her eyes widen.

“What…?” She swallowed hard.

“We’re engaged, my love,” he said, and leaned down to kiss her deeply.

She squirmed in astonishment, and accidentally pushed him off of the sofa.

He laughed and pulled her down on top of him, then rolled to pin her gently beneath him.

Once again, her concentration was broken by the sensation of his lips and tongue. He pressed his muscled frame against her on the rug, guiding her legs up to wrap around his waist, and she felt him spring to life again.

Is this man Superman? she wondered wildly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

His tongue thrust into her mouth as his hard rod searched, shifted, and then impaled her anew. Her body was wet and ready, still hot from their last encounter. Insatiable, he plunged into her again and again, on and on, a dance of delirious delight.

This time, they reached their peak together. Their moans and groans filled the office and echoed in their ears. When he collapsed on top of her, she loved the feeling of connection with this big man.

Slowly, she returned to earth. He sat up to relieve her of his weight, and settled with his back to the chesterfield. Then he pulled her up to sit on his lap.

“You’ll move in with me today, won’t you?” His deep voice brought her back from the hazy clouds.

She gazed at him, finally remembering how, after their first coupling, he had pulled her to his desk, set her down on his chair and retrieved something from the top drawer. Kneeling in front of her, buck naked, he had proposed to his equally naked personal assistant.

“I’ve loved you passionately, since not long after you started working for me,” he had explained. “I started carrying my mother’s ring with me, this last month. The sparkles of the diamond remind me of your eyes.”

She’d smiled at the unconventional proposal from her naked boss, then impetuously agreed. He, in turn, had slipped the beautiful diamond ring onto her finger and they’d celebrated with a tender and slow lovemaking, on his desk! He’d confided that it had been one of his fantasies for quite a while.

Wow, so he’s fucked me senseless four times in the past few hours, Elizabeth now thought. Suddenly she remembered she had indeed been ‘senseless’, no doubt dulled by the alcohol. Didn’t she dislike her arrogant boss?

“Umh…Mr. Darcy…” she stammered.

“William.”

“Umh…William…” The rumbling of her stomach startled both of them. They stared at each other, then broke into chuckles. She had never seen him so carefree.

“We’d better feed you with food, too.” He winked and pulled her to stand up.

While she was debating how to tell him that she’d been drunk when she agreed to his proposal, he dressed both her and himself quickly. He seemed very capable at slipping her into her bra and panties, and then sheathing her in her tight black cocktail dress.

Once that was done, he wrapped his hand around her waist and led her out of the office. As a young man violently in love, he chatted non-stop how much he loved her, all the way back to his townhouse in Knightsbridge. She found she couldn’t edge in a word to hamper his enthusiasm.

His elderly housekeeper greeted them at the door.

“Mrs. Reynolds, you remember my personal assistant, Elizabeth Bennet?” He made the introduction warmly.

Elizabeth’s face turned bright red as the elderly lady looked her up and down. Darcy still had his arm around her waist, and Elizabeth felt sure that Mrs. Reynolds knew they’d had sex, because Elizabeth’s hair and dress were dishevelled.

“Miss Bennet. Merry Christmas.”

“Mrs. Reynolds. Merry…Christmas.” Damn, why can’t I talk normally? Elizabeth thought. Must be the effect of Mr. Darcy’s hand rubbing my waist.

“Elizabeth and I are engaged. She’s moving in here. We’re a bit hungry right now. Do you have any goodies?”

Oh, great! Now he’s announced it to the world.

“Oh, William, that’s wonderful news.” Mrs. Reynolds gave him a kiss on the cheek before hugging Elizabeth tightly. “I have some sandwiches in the fridge. You didn’t bring any personal belongings with you yet, Miss Bennet?”

“Mr. Darcy…William…rushed me here…”

“Of course I did! I didn’t want her to change her mind about moving in.” He winked and pulled her into the kitchen.

By the time they finished the sandwiches, another person came into the kitchen.

“Well, William, you certainly stayed at the office party a lot longer, this year,” his sister said cheerfully. 'What kept you?'

“My fiancée and I were…occupied.” He smiled at Elizabeth, who felt her blush spread to her chest. Did he have to tell everyone what they had just done?

Georgiana squeaked and flung herself on him. “Congratulations, brother!”

“You remember Elizabeth Bennet, my personal assistant these last six months. My sister, Georgiana.”

Georgiana then hugged Elizabeth warmly. “You can call me Gigi. And thanks for taking my dull and overbearing brother off my back.”

“Georgiana!” he chastised.

She stuck her tongue out at him and continued talking to Elizabeth. “I didn’t have much chance to talk to you, last time, but I’ve heard so much about you! He laughed over how you gave him a dressing down for bad dictation.”

Elizabeth remembered the incident, which had transpired just three days after she started working for him. She had made a few mistakes in her typing, and he was furious with her. In turn, she had told him that she’d never had that kind of problem with her bosses before. She suggested that he dictate closer to the recorder, not with his head wandering around in every direction.

Darcy also remembered the incident. He had been annoyed with Caroline for hiring such a badly dressed personal assistant for him while he was away. He had only taken Charles’s sister out a few times, to some business functions, but she seemed to think that she owned the company – and him!

After his initial attack on Elizabeth’s taste in clothing, he had found her efficient, intelligent and refreshing. By the third day, he had begun to feel attracted to her. His gaze followed her everywhere, as he enjoyed the fantasy of stripping the hideous business suit and trousers off of her and doing wicked things to her voluptuous body everywhere in the office. That was the true reason why the quality of his dictation had slipped.

He’d scolded her for the typing mistakes but she, in turn, gave him a fiery dressing down. Her temper was refreshing. Since then, he had been in love with her. He hadn’t asked her out on dates because they were working days and sometimes nights together anyway. And on the weekends, because her sister Jane was already dating his friend Charles, Darcy and Elizabeth often saw each other socially, as well.

He loved that she was unafraid of him, and that she didn’t fawn over him. Instead, she spoke her mind, both