Intern: A Steamy Office Romance

by Harlow Layne

  Slowly taking every inch, Sadie throws her head back when I’m fully sheathed inside her.

  “Oh,” she moans and starts rocking. “You’re so big. Stretching me.” Slamming down, she starts to ride me leisurely. “You feel so good,” she moans out each word; my cock somehow hardens while buried deep inside her.

  I thrust up each time she comes down, pulling her down by her hips and grinding into her clit. Her eyes roll back into her head.

  “I’m close, so close.”

  My thumb starts to circle her clit while she rocks against her impending orgasm. When her walls start to flutter, I pinch her bundle of nerves.

  My little minx falls forward and bites my shoulder as her pussy grips me like a vice.

  “Milk my cock. Just like that.” My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass. “Fuck, Sadie.”

  My cock pulses and swells releasing wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure. I wrap my arms around Sadie and hold her to me as little puffs of air from her panting hit my neck, her heart beating rapidly against my chest.

  When I feel her shiver from the cooling water, I shift her in my arms and stand. Her head immediately pops up with sleepy eyes looking back at me.

  “Tired?” I ask as I step out of the tub and grab a towel to dry us off.

  Resting her head back down on my shoulder she replies. “A good orgasm will do that to you.”

  “Do you want me to put you into your bed?” I ask, toweling us off as best as I can with her wrapped around me. Not that I mind, but she’s sleepy, and her body pressed to mine is starting to wake my cock back up.

  “I can walk,” she yawns.

  “And I can carry you,” I state, walking her to her king-size bed with a big, fluffy white comforter on it and about a dozen colorful pillows stacked at the top.

  Placing her down gently, I start to step back when Sadie’s hand catches my own. “Where are you going?” she asks, peeking up at me with one eye.

  I sit beside her on the bed, one arm resting behind her, and smile down at her. “To get dressed and go home.”

  “It’s late. You can stay if you want,” she mumbles as she snuggles down into her blankets.

  Do I want to stay?

  Hell yes, I do, but if I sleep in her bed with her, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to sleep without her next to me. Sadie doesn’t know yet how I’ve been obsessed with her from the moment I saw her at Mathers.

  “It’s fine if you don’t want to stay.” Shit, I must have taken too long to respond.

  Kissing her on the forehead, I head downstairs. I don’t have the code to her alarm and making sure all the doors are locked is the best I can do for tonight.

  When I come back into her bedroom, Sadie has a slight frown to her pink full lips. I turn off the light in the bathroom and bedroom before slipping into bed behind her and wrap my arms around her.

  “You stayed,” she sounds relieved.

  “I only went to make sure all the doors were locked. You can go back to sleep now,” I kiss her exposed shoulder. “Good night, Sadie.”

  Sadie doesn’t utter another word but does shift back against me and wiggle her butt against my dick until it’s nice and snug. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to sleep with her ass pressed against me the whole night, but somehow, I manage to fall asleep within only a few minutes, wearing a smile on my face.

  7

  Sadie

  “What in the fuck is that noise?” Tyson asks from behind me. His morning wood stuffed between my legs.

  “It’s my alarm, silly. I have to get up and get ready for work.” I lace my fingers through his hand that’s resting on top of mine and bring them up for a kiss.

  He groans grumpily. Tyson isn’t a morning person it seems.

  “Can we call in sick and stay in bed all day? I’ll make it worth your while.” He asks, burying his face into my hair.

  “We stayed in bed all day yesterday. Don’t you need some down time?” I know I sure could use the rest.

  I turn in his arms to see his light green eyes sparkle down at me with mischief.

  “Does it feel like I need the rest?” he asks, poking me in the stomach.

  It must be nice to be twenty-five.

  I shake my head and then kiss his chest in apology. “I’m sorry, but I have to go in, I’ve got an important meeting this afternoon.”

  “Fine,” he pouts, resting his head on mine. “Do I have to pretend I don’t know you at the office still?”

  “We know each other, but you can’t let on that you’re my lover. At least until your hired on as a full-time employee. I don’t want anyone thinking you got the job because you’re sleeping with me.”

  Rolling me onto my back, Tyson hovers over me. His erection poking me in the thigh. “What about outside of the office?”

  “You can know me as much as you’d like outside of work.” I watch as his eyes blaze with something unnamed.

  “Are you mine?” he asks with possession clear in his voice. “Are we exclusive?”

  I rest my hands on his sculpted chest wanting to shove him away. I don’t know why I’m irritated by his questions, but I am. “I’m not having sex with anyone else, and I sure as hell hope you’re not either.”

  “We are exclusive,” he demands. “I’m not having sex with anyone else, and I don’t want to.”

  “Good,” I snap and push him off me. “Now, I need to get ready for work.”

  “Sadie,” he calls, his voice soft with uncertainty. He watches me from the bed in confusion as I step into the bathroom.

  I rush through my shower not wanting to start the week off by being late and wondering what Tyson’s doing since I left him puzzled in bed. The reminder of him having sex with multiple women makes me insanely jealous. I know I’m being irrational, but I can’t help it.

  As I start to turn off the water, I notice Tyson standing at the entrance to the shower. The only place he could see me with the all tile walls with only a curved opening for entry. His arms are stretched out above him with his legs wide apart, and one hundred percent naked.

  I look at him, and melt. Tyson Jacobs is the most gorgeous man on the planet to gaze at, but on the inside, I’m learning he’s just as beautiful. What’s he doing with me? Every time I look at him, I want to lick every inch of him, as does every woman in the city.

  “You want to tell me what happened back there? One minute I think you’re going to blow me and the next…” he shakes his head wearing a frown. “You got pissed off.”

  Walking over to grab the towel from the warming rack, I start to dry myself while keeping my eyes trained on him. “I got jealous.”

  His straight brows furrow. “I’m confused. I asked you to be exclusive and you get jealous?”

  “Something like that.” I flash a hesitant smile. “And you didn’t ask.”

  Removing the distance between us, Tyson pulls the towel from between my fingers and starts to dry me meticulously. Keeping his eyes on his task while staying silent. Once I’m thoroughly dry, he pulls me by the hand and leads me to sit on the bed.

  Sad eyes look down at me. “Tell me what’s going on. If you don’t want to be with me, you only have to tell me. I thought,” he croaks, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I thought we cleared this all up two nights ago.”

  “We did,” I nod, my throat dry. “And I do want to be with you.”

  “Don’t take this the wrong way,” he sighs deeply and shakes his head. “I thought with you being almost forty, you’d be better at this.”

  I laugh at the bewildered look on his face. “You’d think, right? It seems I suck at this. Maybe so much that I turn men gay.”

  A laugh breaks through his already smiling lips. “There’s no chance in that.”

  “I hope not because I like you,” I confess.

  “Good. I want you to know there’s no reason for you to be jealous.” His gaze slowly takes me in. “I can promise you I’m not a cheater. I like you. A lot. If I confessed how much, you
’d run away, quit your job, and change your number.”

  “I doubt it,” I scoffed.

  A bark of laughter leaves his perfect mouth. “Woman, do you not remember just a few minutes ago?”

  “If we’re going to be together,” I say hesitantly, biting the inside of my cheek. “You should probably know that I get a little irrational when it’s close to that time of the month.”

  His eyes widen. “This is PMS?”

  “It normally only lasts for a couple of days,” I inform him with a smile. “It’s worse when I’m stressed.”

  He nods, eyes still wide. “Good to know.”

  “Do you have any crazy secrets or behaviors you need to tell me about?” I ask with a curl of my lips.

  “Only how much I like you, but let’s wait for that.”

  “Well,” I laugh. “You’re kind of hinting at it, but I’ll try to forget about it.”

  Leaning over, Tyson places a soft kiss to my waiting lips. “I hate to say it, but we have to get ready for work.” He closes his eyes in pain. “I don’t know how I’m not going to touch you at work. To pretend we’re just…”

  “We’ll figure it out.” I respond quietly, resting my forehead to his.

  8

  Tyson

  I watch her ass sway as she walks down the hall back to her office. I swear she added a little extra sway in her step when she noticed me watching her. Adjusting myself, I step back into my cubicle to get back to work. This is going to be harder than I thought trying to stay away from Sadie while at work and not give away how much I lust after her every minute of the day.

  For the past half-hour, I stare at my computer thinking about this morning with Sadie. To say I was confused would be an understatement. In all truth, I’m still confused. At one point, I thought she was going to call the whole thing off and kick me out of her house.

  Standing there watching her shower had me hard as a rock. There was nothing I wanted more than to push her up against the wall and slam into her; claiming her. But I knew that would’ve pushed her away, and I’m trying everything in my power to play my cards right until she can’t live without me in her life.

  I’m surprised when an e-mail pops up from her. Not once in all my time interning here have I received any kind of correspondence from her.

  To: Tyson Jacobs

  From: Sadie Frost

  Subject: 1:30 Johnson Meeting

  Dear Mr. Jacobs,

  After reviewing your latest proposal on the Johnson account, I have chosen you along with two others to work on this project. I will need a more in-depth proposal by the end of the week. We will be having a meeting in my office at one thirty today to discuss your ideas.

  Sadie Frost

  VP of Sales

  Mathers Inc.

  Sadie picked me for the Johnson account. If I can prove myself with this account, then there’s no doubt that I’ll be hired with the possibility of an advancement right away. This could be my big break if I can concentrate with Sadie around.

  In the short amount of time I’ve worked at Mathers, not once have I been in her office and now, after spending most of the weekend with her, I have to act as if she isn’t the most beautiful woman on the planet and that I don’t want to be inside of her every second of the day.

  Before our meeting, I start working on my proposal. I have ideas for the project that I’m excited to share, and I make great headway by the time our meeting rolls around.

  Walking in, I see that I’m the last to arrive and everyone is sitting in a small area to the right with four black leather chairs and a small table in the middle. The only seat available is directly in front of Sadie. Of course, we couldn’t be at a conference table where her sinfully hot body would be hidden from me. Instead I have full view of her long legs that are crossed with an iPad in her lap as she sips from a glass of water.

  I sit and give a tentative smile to the two others brought in on the account with me. From what I know, both Amy and Brent have been with the company for two years and, from the side-eye glare they send me, they aren’t happy that I’m here to work with them.

  “I want to start off by saying that you should be proud of yourself for being selected to work on the Johnson project. You three were picked out of twenty-three submissions. As I said in my email, I want…”

  Sadie’s words fade as I watch her re-cross her legs. Is she trying to kill me? I can’t stop my eyes from roaming up and down her tan and toned legs where they end with the sexiest fucking red heels. Next time I fuck her I’m going to make her wear them the entire time I worship her body.

  Sadie clears her throat pulling me out of my fantasy. “Mr. Jacobs did you hear a word I just said?”

  “Yes.” I fumble my pen and it lands on the floor next to Brent’s feet. He rolls his eyes and then smirks to Amy. “I mean no. I’m sorry, Mrs. Frost.”

  Why am I always so damn clumsy when she’s around? It only ever happens when she’s in my proximity.

  “Amy, Brent,” she nods to both of them. “I want those reports on my desk first thing Friday morning. I’ll have my assistant make reservations for lunch where we’ll discuss how we’re going to move forward.” Her attention comes to me with narrowed eyes. “Mr. Jacobs if you could stay behind, I believe we have something to discuss.”

  “Yes, Mrs. Frost.” I blush. I fucking blush like a twelve-year-old girl. I’ve got to get myself under control or I’m going to fuck up my chances at this job.

  “What do you want to bet she chooses someone else?” Brent says none too quietly as they walk out the door.

  Fuck! Is she going to take me off the project?

  My gaze never leaves her as she gets up to walk over to her desk. Hitting the intercom button, Sadie levels me with a troubled look. “Amanda, hold all my calls until further notice and make sure I’m not disturbed.”

  “Yes, Mrs. Frost. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

  “No. Just make sure I’m not interrupted.”

  Her eyes flick to the door before she moves around to the front of her desk and leans back against it.

  “Want to tell me what happened back there, Mr. Jacobs?” Each word laced with irritation.

  “You crossed your legs,” I answer truthfully.

  She lets out an annoyed breath and shakes her head. “You need to pay attention. I don’t want to be a distraction for you and have to fire you.”

  Fire me?

  I move to stand in front of her until I’m towering over her. Now I see why they call her the Ice Queen.

  “Would you really fire me?” I ask trying not to let her hear the hurt in my voice.

  She closes her eyes for a brief moment, and when she looks up at me her face has softened. Back to being my Sadie. “I don’t want to, but if you continue to space out for an entire meeting, then I’ll have to do something. I can’t show favoritism.”

  I nod because it’s the only thing I can do in that moment.

  “How about I fill you in on what you missed while you eye fucked me during the entire meeting?”

  I grimace. “That bad, huh?”

  “That bad.” She mimics me. Her eyes move back to the door once again and when her eyes come back to mine there’s a fire in them that was missing before. “How are your knees?”

  “Um… good. No problems. Why?” I ask confused.

  Where the hell is she going with this?

  I doubt my knees have anything to do with the proposal.

  “Because,” she smiles as she sits on the edge of her desk. “I want you to get on your knees and lick my pussy.”

  Instantly I fall to my knees, my hands tracing up the length of her long legs to underneath the hem of her skirt. I slowly take my time traveling the last few inches to her sweet heat. My gaze never leaves her face as I watch her eyes burn with want for me. For my mouth.

  “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you
all morning. I need for you to put me out of my misery.”

  Raising her skirt until it’s up around her waist, I lick her inner thigh until I reach her soaked panties. Fuck she smells amazing. I almost cum in my pants from her smell alone and how much she wants me.

  Instead, I bite the fabric and brush her clit with the ridge of my nose.

  Pulling her panties aside, I slowly lick up her slit with my tongue flat until I reach her clit. I swirl my tongue, kissing her beautiful pussy as Sadie bucks and grabs onto my hair, grinding against my face.

  “Fuck, yes, Tyson. Just like that,” she moans with each lick and thrust of my fingers.

  When I feel her clench around two of my fingers, I suck on her clit; her legs firmly clamping onto my head as she rides out her climax. Slowing my movements, I wring every last bit of pleasure out of her.

  Sitting back on my heels, I adjust myself in my pants for the second time that day. There’s no doubt in my mind, I’m going to be hard for the rest of today, or until I can sink into her sweet heat.

  “This isn’t going to help me not want you in the work place. Now, I’ll always be thinking of you like this, and your face as you came all over my face.”

  A slow smile spreads across her face as she lazily looks down at me. “That was mind blowing. If I could, I’d keep you under my desk to do that to me every day. Unfortunately, I don’t think you’ll fit.”

  “Doubtful, but I’ll happily be of service whenever you need me.”

  “I like the sound of that,” she smiles down at me. Her eyes sated. “Thank you for that. I really needed it.”

  “Like I said. Happy to be of service. I should probably get back to work before they wonder what’s going on in here.”

  “Probably. Next time we have a meeting you need to stay focused. I want you to do well on this project. I picked you because I read over your proposal, and I like your ideas the best, but you’re going to have to work with Amy and Brent, and I can tell they aren’t happy an intern was brought onto the project. We’ll talk more about it at the meeting Friday afternoon.”