by Tammi Lynn
Queen Jade: Seriously chicka, Boss is fucking freaking out. He’s been yelling at everyone all morning and has been pacing in his office. Get here now homegirl, before I have to feel his wrath.
I’m halfway to work when another text comes through and I check it at a red light.
Queen Jade: Ooh girl, is there something you haven’t told me yet? Boss Man, must have the hots for you if he goes this crazy when you’re an hour late... for the first time... like ever.
It is the first time I’ve ever been late. And yeah right, I wish he liked me. But all I get from that sinfully gorgeous man is orders and glares. Light is still red so I send a quick text back.
Me: I’m almost there, fuck I wish, and we just have a lot of work to do before the big sunday paper, that’s probably all he’s freaked about.
Not looking forward to facing my broody boss for being late I pull into my assigned parking space when I get to work. Although I do love when he gets all alpha on me and I have daydreamed of him taking me hard right in his office for months. My body starts racing with adrenaline and anxiety and I head up to the fourth floor to my modest sized office that sits next to Mr. Grady’s, and set my satchel on my desk. I better go and try to calm the beast, before he searches me out and finds me himself.
I’m just about to do that after I empty out my bag onto my desk, when Jade comes barreling over and plops her apple bottom ass onto it. I cringe a little at the thought of any of my pages being damaged. They’re just words, but they’re my words.
“Have you seen him yet? You have to tell me all the juicy details.” Jade is now bouncing up and down in her creative outfit. She is eccentric, and her clothes always fit her personality perfectly. Today she’s wearing neon pink pants with a bright yellow blouse that matches her glasses. Hair is still up in her signature buns and she keeps looking to the doorway, waiting for our boss to come out of his office into mine.
“Not yet, I’ve kind of gotten a little anxious to go in there.” Jade laughs, she knows I’m addicted to Bose and always teases.
“Sydney! I know you’re here, get in my office. Now!” Great, he said it so loud everyone on the floor heard him. We have intercoms on our desk phones but he rarely uses it and prefers to shout orders to me since our offices are so close. I don’t mind the orders, just wish he’d take them in a whole different direction, if you know what I mean.
“If I don’t make it out alive make sure you take care of Panda.” I joke
“Go get em tiger!"
Straightening my posture and smoothing down my skirt, I try to build the confidence I need to display. I know I’m in trouble, but will not bow down to him unless it’s to get his cock in my mouth. Mmm. I lick my lips at the image in my mind and walk into his office, leaving Jade still sitting on my desk watching me and ready to face my wrath.
“Good morning B-”
“Where have you been?” Cutting right to the chase, Bose comes around from behind his desk and walks towards me.
Each step he takes makes my heart beat faster and faster, the tension between us growing. “I’m sorry, Sir.” His eyes flash at the word Sir, and I can’t figure out the reason behind his expression. “This is the first time I’ve ever been late. My alarm didn’t go off and-”
“I don’t want your excuses Sydney, I need you to be here.” Geez, it was only an hour. What crawled up his hot ass? Is he upset about something else? His eyes bore down on me, his gaze running up my legs and body, back to my face. I can almost feel the heat from his body reach mine and I feel like I could melt like a snow woman in the sun. If he only knew what he does to me.
“It won’t happen again, Sir.” I don’t say it to him in submission, but with confidence and for myself.
“Make sure it doesn’t.” His tone is deeper than it normally is and it sends tingles across my body. Doesn’t matter what the guy has to say, angry or not, that deep baritone always has my thighs clenching and panties wet. Great, and I just got here. With him around I should probably keep a few extra pairs hidden in my desk.
My eyes fixate on how his forearms and biceps press against the material of his shirt. Then they trail to the suspenders wrapping themselves over his chiseled chest and shoulders and I have to try really hard not to drool all over myself. Bose is always wearing suits, and rarely if almost never, does he ever take off his suit jacket. He’s practically bursting out of his shirt, tight across his impressive body, and I have to catch myself from stepping forward and pulling on those suspenders to draw him in.
He whisks me up into his arms and carries me to his desk, his powerful arms holding me protectively, and he runs an arm across his desk throwing everything to the floor. Bose sets me down on my feet and pushes me against the desk, sliding his hands down my hips to my thighs and running them between my legs before he jerks my skirt up to my waist and places me on the edge of the desk. He slips one finger then two under the side of my red lace thongs and tugs, ripping them in two like they’re only a thin sheet of paper. Fuck yes! I’ve wanted this for so long. I return the favor and rip his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere and his dark chest bare before me. I wanna lick my tongue from his navel to his nipple he looks so edible but I don’t get a chance when those two fingers start caressing between my folds and teasing my clit, sending arousal to every erogenous spot on my body. Not that I need anymore warming up. My body already feels like it’s on fire and I was wet for him the moment I walked into his office. Scooting forward a bit I grab those suspenders and pull him to me, crashing my lips against his as he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of my needy pussy, making me cry out. Reaching forward I unsnap his suspenders and lower his zipper, his cock straining against his boxer briefs. I shove his underwear down with his slacks and his cock springs free, fully hard and standing at attention. Grabbing the base I squeeze and run my fingers lightly up his shaft to his head where I rub my thumb in circles around it with the pre cum at the tip and he scoots closer so I can line him up with my dripping core. With one quick thrust he enters me and…
“Sydney. Sydney! Did you hear what I said? Don’t let it happen again.” Pulled out of an amazing day dream, I put a hand out on one of his office chairs to steady myself, a blush rising up my cheeks with embarrassment. If he only knew. At least I didn’t start whimpering or moaning while I was in my delicious wishes. Or at least I hope I didn’t. Fuck that was a good one.
“Sorry Boss. I promise I won’t.” Damn I hate disappointing people, especially him.
“Good.” Turning and walking back to his desk to sit down, he sits in his high back office chair as if it’s a throne and he’s the King. “Get to work, Sydney. You’ve already lost time and we have a lot to do today.” His hands fall into his lap and he scoots his chair in. No joke, I swear I saw him adjusting himself in his pants before his legs went under the desk. Do I affect him too? Fuck, I hope so. “Here, take these. I want you to go through all of them for errors. Sometimes it’s easier to see errors on paper.” Is he serious?
I walk over to take the very large stack of papers from his hands. Articles written that I could easily read and edit on the computer and he wants me to go through them all like this? I’ll be here forever today and I had set a session with my trainer at the gym for seven. Maybe if I work through lunch? His desk is really large and I have to lean over it a little to reach to take them from his hands. His eyes flash quickly down to my cleavage and then to the papers he’s handing me, a low growly sound emitting from his throat. Seriously, I am putting, ‘bring extra panties to work’ on my to do list.
“No problem, Sir.” His eyes come back to mine and they have my body stalling, like it doesn’t know what to do with the predatory gaze coming from him.
Blinking away the link between us he goes back to his usual mask of indifference. “Get to it Sydney.” He takes the title boss so literally and it does everything to make me want him more, not diminish the attraction.
Taking the stack of papers from him my hand brushes his an I can fee
l an electric shock at the touch. Standing back up I turn to walk back out of his office. You know that feeling you get when you can tell someone is watching you walk away, possibly staring at your ass as well? Well here I am wet between the legs from the to date, best daydream yet, and I have that feeling, making me super self conscious and like I’m walking funny. Probably looks like I have a stick up my ass or like the thong I’m wearing rode too high.
I do manage to make it back to my Jade free desk without at least tripping in front of him, and set the papers on my desk. Sitting down with a huff I look at the stack, or I guess I should call it my punishment. I know a much more fun way for him to punish me. Guess I better get started.
Chapter Three
Six fifteen and I’m finally finished with my assignment. I worked through lunch, eating a granola bar instead and went through each article page by page and then entered them into the computer. Which I could have just done from the fucking start. Rubbing my weary eyes I stand and get the stack of articles back together and head towards Bose’s office. He’s always here late and will probably still be here long after I’m gone. There’s only a few other people left on the fourth floor.
I peek in before entering, making sure he doesn’t already have company. He’s leaning back in his chair with his feet up on his desk, talking on the phone. He sees me at the door and waves me in, his eyes watching me intensely. I go in and place the articles back on his desk, quickly turning to leave.
I’m almost to the door when he calls out to me and I stop. “Sydney. Eight sharp Monday morning.” His voice is deep, raising the hairs along my neck and arms.
Nodding my head I don’t say a reply and continue out of his office as he returns to his call.
Grabbing my purse I speed walk to the elevators and down to my car. I have just enough time to get to the gym across town and change before seven. The roads have been icy and I don’t fuck with that shit and drive slow rather than risk it.
Walking into the gym a half hour later I wave and greet Stacy behind the desk as I walk to the locker rooms. I don’t have to show them my card anymore they all know me by name now, having been here no less than three days a week and usually five for over a year now. Changing into my workout gear a sports bra and short spandex shorts, I head out to the mats to find my trainer Lance. We always start out at the mats and stretch. He’s not there when I get to where we meet so I sit down and start to stretch while waiting.
The gym is always packed at this time of night and I scan the crowd for Lance while spreading my legs out and bending forward to touch my toes. I still don’t see him and really I would if he was there as he’s not hard to miss. At 6’4 he’s about two inches taller than Bose and comes in next to him on my imaginary harem wish list. His skin tone being just a few shades lighter than Bose’ his muscles were also, if you can believe it, a little more pronounced. You know the kind of muscles I’m talking about… not too massive that they are gross but strong enough that he could hold you and fuck you with ease standing up, thrusting in and out… okay Christ, what was going on with me today? Lance was impressive and is a little intimidating when he gets going in his training. Nothing like making your blood boil hot with desire while you’re sweating like a pig from working out. No way would this guy ever go for a girl like me after he’s seen me red faced grunting and sweating. I’m sure that can’t be the prettiest picture.
I come back up into a sitting position and strong hands come down onto my shoulders from behind. “Looking good, Wade.” If his hands massaging my shoulders up to my neck didn’t have me melting then Lance’s smooth voice would have done the job. I didn’t even hear him approach. I involuntarily lean back and find him kneeling behind me. My eyes widen as I feel him hard against my spine, and I straighten back up quickly.
“Um, thanks Lance. What are we working on today?” Is he hard from watching me, or from wherever he was before he arrived? An unbidden wave of jealousy waves over me thinking about him throwing some girl up against the lockers and fucking her brains out. Shaking my head I pull my legs in and stand, Lance’s hands falling from my shoulders.
“Legs.” His gaze trails down mine as I look him over in appreciation as well. He’s wearing a sleeveless zip up grey hoodie sweater with black basketball shorts. His zipper is down a little and I can see his bare chest peeking through, a tattoo over the left side. “We’ll add another ten pounds to what you worked on last week.”
Quickly looking over to the weights so he doesn’t catch me staring I start walking towards them. “Sounds good, I need to work off some of that pie from yesterday.” He mumbles quietly behind me and I turn to face him when I get to the weight machine. His eyes flash up and a smile spreads across his face. Was he checking out my ass too? “What was that?”
“Just asked how the dinner with your family went, you mentioned you weren’t really looking forward to it.” That is so not what he said. He begins to adjust the weights while I sit down and place my feet against the pads.
“Oh you know, my dad was amazing as always, and my nosy ass step-mom grilled me all night on why I’m still single.” I say rolling my eyes. “So it was the best. How’d yours go?”
“Good.” We had talked a little about our upcoming Holidays on our session Wednesday night. He nods at me to start and I push out with my legs against the weights, muscles straining. I love that burn, the feeling of every muscle and tendon working together. “My mom had me eating two servings before I stopped her from putting more on my plate.” My heart melts a bit. Awe. I could practically hear the affection he has for his mom as he talks about her. Makes me miss my own mom, not something I want to think about right now though. “So. Why are you still single, Wade? I didn’t think you were.”
“Shit, you tell me, do I have an extra eye or something that I just can’t see?” Seriously though, I’m not conceited or anything but I’d say I’m at least a seven or maybe even an eight.
His eyes once again trail up and down my body. “Nope, no third eye.”
I continue to do leg presses and extend my legs and bringing them back in until my muscles start to tremble a little in my thighs. My focus now being on my feet as I push and Lance counts I don’t see him walk to the side of me and place his hands on my bare thighs, just below where my shorts end. I look up at him startled, but his attention is on where his hands rest.
“Don’t just push from here.” Running his hands up my thighs to my knees before traveling down my calves to my ankles. “Push with your whole leg and-.” His eyes then go to the bare skin between my bra and shorts. “Your core.” His eyes drop lower as he stands back up, letting my legs relax, and I release the weights back down bringing my knees to my chest. Holy fuck does he have me worked up and not just from the workout.
Holding a hand out he helps me up from the upright bench and walks me back towards the mats. There he has me do lunges followed by squats and my legs are fucking burning as he walks around me offering moral support and counting. This is the point in the workout where I consider murdering him, theresa lot of items around I could use to get the job done.
When he’s behind me and I can no longer see him I feel large hands come down on my waist, following me up and down. He steps in a little closer and when I go back down into a squat my ass bumps against him and I can feel him hard again in his shorts. Hmm? Maybe I am the reason he was hard earlier too. I shoot back up my back straight and go still. He pushes my ponytail I threw my hair up in before coming out, over onto one shoulder. I feel his lips get impossibly close by the breath against my neck and the tip of his nose running up the back of it. A shiver goes through my body and his lips brush just the edges of my earlobe.
Holy fuck! My legs go to jelly when he whispers in my ear. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something, Wade.” His voice against my ear sends tingles down to my breasts, making my nipples harden under the thin fabric of my sports bra.
“Lance! There you are!” Damnit, what was he going to say? We both turn our heads
toward the very annoying very high pitched voice of the very unwanted intruder. A tall blonde wearing a tight pink workout outfit she’ll probably have to cut off her body to get out of later is skipping, yep skipping, I shit you not, over to us her eyes on Lance. He steps away from me, my hips now feeling cold at his hands absence and my face instantly goes bitch mode, my eyes narrowing on the perky and young girl who now has her hands on Lance’s arm. My eyes glare at that arm, I don’t like it touching him. “Hey, do you mind if we start our session a little early? I’m going out to that new club tonight and want to get home early to change.” She starts twisting a lock of her hair around a finger and batting her lashes at him. Gag. I roll my eyes and look back at Lance, we still have another half hour to go of our hour and a half scheduled session.
Lance looks from her to me. “Do you mind, Wade?” Yes! But whatever, I’m actually beat.
“That’s fine, but you owe me.” For the lost time and another go at whatever it was he was planning on asking me.
“You’re the best, Angel.” My eyebrows shoot into my hairline and the bimbo on his arm glares at me. Either he doesn’t realize he called me such an endearing name as Angel, or he meant to say it and he doesn’t care. He starts leading the girl away as I stand there staring after him stunned.. What the fuck was that? I liked the sound of his words way too much to be healthy.
After walking on the treadmill for ten minutes to cool down I head back to the locker rooms to shower. The warm water is much needed after a long, stressful day and on my aching muscles. I check my phone after changing into an oversized purple hoodie and black sweats, braiding my hair back off my face. There’s a few from Jade, wanting the scoop on what happened in the office with Bose earlier and I skip over them not wanting to go over it all right now, and another one from Knox. I smile at his.
Foxy Knoxley: Come over! I neeeeeeeeed you!