Intern: A Steamy Office Romance

by Harlow Layne

  “I can’t let you deal with her on your own, that wouldn’t be fair. She’d probably accost you out on the sidewalk, and I’d never see or hear from you again,” she jokes as she places the box she’d been carrying down.

  Throwing my head back and laughing, I look down at her through my lowered lashes. “There’s no way in hell that woman could ever kidnap me.”

  “She’s surprisingly wily when she wants to be. She probably has chloroform in her purse ready to take out any unwilling participants so she can steal their money to get drunk and gamble.”

  Setting the boxes down on top of the counter, I gather Sadie in my arms. “I won’t let anything happen to you or me. I promise. I’m fully capable of getting the rest of my things.”

  Leaning down, I swipe my tongue across her full pouty lips willing her to open for me. Sadie doesn’t deny me, meeting my tongue with hers, and wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me closer.

  We kiss for a long moment until we hear a commotion on the front porch and pull apart.

  “God, I love kissing you,” she sighs against my lips.

  A stupid grin takes over my face and kiss her one last time. “I love kissing you too.” Taking her hand to lead her to the garage door, I pause, stealing myself before I open the door, ready for whatever her mother says and prepared to stand up for the most amazing woman in my life.

  As we pass by Sadie’s silver BMW, we hear a shuffling on the other side of the car, and then a loud scraping sound.

  I think she’s keying Sadie’s car!

  “You have got to be kidding me,” Sadie mumbles under her breath. “Do you really think keying my car is going to convince me to give you money?”

  Popping up on the other side, her mother purses her lips before an evil sneer takes over her face. “Stop being such a little bitch, Sadie, and give me the money. Look at this shiny new car and house. It’s obvious you can afford it.”

  Sadie’s face turns red as she turns to look at her mother across the other side of the car. “I’ve worked my ass off for everything that I have. I put myself through college and worked sixty hours weeks for years. All my hard work gave me this house and car, with no help from you!” Sadie yells and puffs out her cheeks before turning toward me. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her gaze scanning the houses that line the street.

  Hanging her head, she speaks softly not meeting my gaze. “Let’s get the rest of your things.”

  “You can’t dismiss me like that,” her mother squawks, peering over the roof of the car. “This isn’t the end.”

  “It’s over. You can either leave on your own accord and never come back, or I’m calling the cops. This is your last warning.”

  Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I pull Sadie to me and kiss the top of her head. “Go back inside. I’ll get the rest while you take a nice relaxing bath.”

  A lone tear escapes when she tips her head back to look up at me. “I want to help.”

  “I know you do, sweet girl, and the way for you to help me is for you to go inside where I know you can’t hear what she’s saying.”

  “If she…” she starts, but I interrupt her. Her sad eyes blinking up at me.

  “If she doesn’t leave, I’ll call the cops myself. I promise.” I hug her closer to my side and she wraps her arm around my waist.

  Getting up on her tippy-toes, Sadie places a soft kiss to my jaw and then my lips. Whispering, “Thank you.”

  “Anytime,” I answer, turning her back toward the house.

  I stand facing off Sadie’s mother from across the car until Sadie’s inside the house and I know she won’t be able to hear what I say.

  “I’m not going to let you break her. I don’t know how you convinced her ex-husband to give you her address, but you need to lose it. If you don’t, you’ll regret it.”

  “Who do you think you are to threaten me?” she growls out, her voice rough.

  “I’m not threatening you. It’s a promise. Never again are you going to hurt your daughter.” I grit my teeth thinking about the sadness I saw in Sadie’s eyes only moments ago.

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she grounds out.

  “Sadie told me enough about what her life was like with you, but that’s over now.”

  She rolls her eyes, “You’ll be gone next week. You might as well leave your shit in your truck because you’ll be packing it up again.”

  Not if I have any say in the matter.

  “Too bad for you, I’m never leaving.”

  “Oh,” her gray eyebrows pop up in surprise. “Did you get her pregnant? Way to go. It’s more than that husband of hers ever accomplished.”

  My heart sinks into my stomach at the thought that I’ll never be able to get Sadie pregnant. Never round with my child.

  It doesn’t matter though. If she wants a child, we can adopt or find a sperm donor. Whatever it takes if she decides that’s what she wants.

  “Oh, by the look on your face, I guess you’re just as incompetent,” she cackles, her old face wrinkling even more with her laughter. “Well, keep trying if you want to keep her in your life because it won’t take her long to see the light and realize that you’re much too good for her.”

  Even though I was taught to respect my elders, it’s nearly impossible to do at the moment. It’s taking everything in me to remain in control, but I won’t let her win.

  Instead I start to walk away, turning to look over my shoulder at her. “By the time I get back with my boxes, you better be off the property.”

  Her face scrunches up in disgust or protest, I don’t know what, but she doesn’t say a word. After a few minutes of trying to stare me down, Sadie’s mother finally gets the hint that no one will be giving her what she wants at this house, and stalks off across the yard and down the street.

  I make quick work of bringing in my boxes and taking everything upstairs to find Sadie has cleared a couple of drawers for me, and space in the closet. It hasn’t been lost on me that the house is in immaculate shape twenty-four seven and I don’t want to cause any undue stress on Sadie, so I take the time to put my clothes away and put away as much as I can without bothering her in the bathroom.

  From time to time, I hear the water splash and a near constant stream of vanilla and lavender have been wafting through the crack in the door. My steps quicken so I can join her.

  I stand stroking myself, my eyes raking over her voluptuous body. She must sense me in the room because a slow smile spreads across her serene face.

  “Are you going to join me? I can warm up the water.”

  “That would make it difficult to do what I want to do to you,” I answer, my voice low and husky.

  “Oh, and what is it you want to do to me?” Her eyes blink open and darken the moment she finds me touching myself. Sadie bites her bottom lip hungrily.

  “I want to eat your pussy until my face is coated in your cum,” I growl out, squeezing the tip of my already throbbing cock.

  “Who am I to deny your wish?” she purrs. Slowly Sadie stands, and I watch transfixed by each water droplet making its way leisurely down her body.

  Continuing to stroke myself, I let her come to me. It’s as if I have a magnetic pull bringing her into my orbit. Her eyes are locked on my hand as her tongue slips out and glides along her lower lip making me harder for her.

  Squeezing my cock, I let out a low groan. I could come from only watching Sadie make her way to me. She has no idea how sexy she is. Firm, creamy white breasts that fit perfectly in my hands as well as my mouth, dusky nipples that stand at attention just for me, a trim waist that leads down to the best tasting pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of devouring. All of that on top of the toned legs that seem to never end.

  She’s perfect for me, and I’m never going to let her go. Not if I can help it.

  As Sadie steps to me, wrapping her hand over mine, matching my pace, it takes everything in me not to coat her perfect body in my cum.

  Peering up at m
e through long lashes, her whiskey colored eyes heated, her voice is husky and pure sex. “Before you, I’d never watched a man touch himself. It’s so fucking hot, I want to combust. God,” she sighs, one hand traveling up to knead her breasts. “What you do to me.”

  Lifting her off her feet, I carry her into the bedroom and place her down on our bed. My body covering hers as I start to kiss, lick, and nip my way down her taut stomach. “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”

  “Please,” she begs, squirming underneath me. “Do what you want to me.”

  My tongue rims around her cute little belly button and then I descend, placing open mouth kisses to her mound. Running my hands up her thighs, I grasp her hips, and lift her until her pretty pink pussy is right there waiting for me. Already wet and dripping just thinking about what I’m going to do to her.

  Flattening my tongue, I lick from her ass crack all the way to her sensitive nub and swirl my tongue, kissing and sucking. Fingers tangle in my hair, pulling and pushing me where she wants my mouth as I devour her. My tongue slides over her slick lips as I push two fingers inside her heat. Pumping first fast and then slow, I rub against the spot that drives her wild. She doesn’t deny me as she starts to thrash her head from side to side, moaning, and grinding herself against my face. I lap up her honey as she clamps her thighs around my head.

  “Oh, God, Ty. Oh, God. Don’t. Stop. Please. Don’t. Stop. I’m so close.” Each word a moan, a prayer.

  I don’t stop. I don’t answer her, even if I could break away from the hold she has on me. Instead I speed up my actions, adding another finger and driving them in and out faster and faster and then, when I feel her start to clamp down on my fingers, I take her clit between my teeth and nibble.

  Sadie lets out a scream that I swear rattles the windows, her head thrown back, hands and thighs clinched tight around my head. But I don’t stop. I leisurely lap up every bit of her sweet honey while she slowly comes down.

  When she finally releases me from her hold, I kiss my way up her body taking a detour to worship those perfect breasts of hers.

  Slipping my tongue into her waiting mouth, I’m met by hers. It’s unhurried and in itself almost an act of love making. It’s taking everything within me not to tell her how much I love her.

  Now is not the time.

  Although I have no idea when the perfect time is to tell the woman who means the world to you that you love her beyond measure.

  Pulling back, I place soft kisses all over her face. A serene smile graces her face as she lays there with her eyes closed, her hands caressing my back, and arms.

  Eyes slowly opening and shining with what could only be love, Sadie cups my cheek. Her voice slightly hoarse. “Holy fucking shit, Ty. That was… spectacular. If I died tomorrow, I’d be a happy woman. I want that for my birthday and Christmas, and every day of the week.”

  Rubbing the tip of my cock against her slick pussy, I press against her opening. “I’ll happily do it every day of the week.”

  “I’ll take you every day of the week,” she moans as I push inside her slick, tight heat.

  “My sweet Sadie, you’ve got me. Day and night for as long as you want me,” I slowly withdraw to the tip, and drive back in little by little, feeling her walls pull me in just as greedy for me as I am her.

  Resting on my forearms, I make sure with every thrust, I hit her already sensitive clit. My mouth descends on hers, our tongues dancing to the same beat as our bodies. Her arms wrap around my back, her hands wrapping around my shoulders, holding me close.

  Pleasure shoots down my spine and my balls tingle.

  “I’m close. I need you to come with me,” I say, slamming into her.

  The moment her tiny hand snakes between us and starts to circle her clit, I feel her walls spasm.

  “Let go. I’m so close,” she moans out, clinching me tighter.

  I thrust once, twice, a third time, and still as I spurt load after load. Sadie milking my cock for all it’s worth.

  Pulling me down to her waiting mouth, she kisses me sweetly and then sucks on my bottom lip.

  “Best sex ever.”

  I agree.

  17

  Sadie

  “Ty,” I nudge his shoulder for what feels like the hundredth time that morning. “Come on. You’ve got to get up. It’s almost time to leave for work.”

  He doesn’t respond. Again.

  “Tyson,” I say louder, but nothing. “Tyson Aaron Jacobs,” I say loudly against his ear with a note of hysteria.

  “What, Sadie?” he mumbles.

  “It’s time to get up for work,” I demand, shaking his shoulder.

  “Just a few more minutes,” he says before turning the other way.

  “No, not a few more minutes.” I move to the other side of the bed, so I can see his face. Even after almost ten hours of sleep he still looks tired. “You’ve been telling me that for the past hour.”

  One eye opens to peek at me. “I have?” he asks as if he doesn’t remember the ten other times, I’ve tried to get him out of bed this morning.

  Letting out a deep breath, I sit down on the edge of the bed and pull his hand to my lips. “I’m worried about you.” I kiss the palm of his hand. “You’ve been so tired lately.”

  He yawns around his words. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

  “Too late because I’m already worried,” I state and bite my bottom lip. Hesitantly I ask, “Is this you not wanting to be worried because of what it could mean, or are you really not worried?”

  “For fucks sake, Sadie, I’m just tired.” He jumps out of bed all the while growling his ugly words at me. “It happens to everyone. I wake up at the crack of dawn to work out before heading to the office where I then proceed to work nine to ten hours, only to come home and fuck you until all hours of the night. It’s a wonder I’ve lasted this long.”

  “Is this really how you want the day after you move in to go?” I can’t hide the shaking in my voice or the tears that well up in my eyes.

  “I didn’t think you’d turn all controlling on me the moment I moved in.”

  He walks to the dresser and pulls out a pair of boxer briefs and for the first time since I saw him naked in that hotel room, I don’t ogle him. His perfect body does nothing to me.

  “I only wanted a few more minutes of sleep,” he spits before slamming the bathroom door.

  What the hell just happened?

  Had I made a mistake asking him to move in or thinking that he was possibly ‘the one’?

  I don’t wait for him to get out of the bathroom. Instead I pour myself another cup of coffee into a travel mug and head out the door to make it to work a few minutes before everyone else on the floor arrives.

  It isn’t until hours later, after staring at my computer screen the entire day and seeing nothing, that Amanda knocks on my door.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to let you know that I had to cancel your one o’clock meeting with the Johnson team. Mr. Jacobs called in sick, and Ms. Andrews said she was going on a bathroom break and never returned.

  He did?

  Was it possible that he called in so he could move out and I wouldn’t know?

  Where the hell did Amy run off to?

  “Thank you for letting me know Amanda. If I don’t have anything else for the day, I think I’m going to work from home.”

  She blinks at me in astonishment because I never work at home, but today I’m going to, or at least that’s my excuse to see if Tyson’s there.

  “You have an important email from upstairs.”

  “Oh, how important?” I ask with a raised brow.

  “I couldn’t read it. The document is password protected,” she answers back, chewing on her bottom lip.

  “Thanks for letting me know. I’ll check it out and then be on my way. Anything else?”

  “Nothing else that you can’t do from home,” she answers. “Is there anything you need from me?”

  “No, thank
you. Why don’t you call it a day too? You deserve it.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Frost. That would be… nice. Thank you.”

  I wave my hand dismissing her gratitude. “Get out of here before I change my mind.”

  She hasn’t moved from the door since she stepped inside and now eyes the door as if she’s locked inside and won’t be able to leave.

  Turning back to my computer, I log in to my email and immediately see the email Amanda was referring to.

  To: Sadie Frost

  From: Brad Sargent

  Subject: Amy Andrews Termination

  Dear Mrs. Frost,

  I wanted to let you know that after reviewing the security footage of further incidents of theft, we have found the culprit. Amy Andrews was seen stealing laptops on two different occasions, and was fired earlier this morning. You will need to find replacements on any jobs she was working on by the end of the week.

  Brad Sargent

  Head of HR

  Mathers Inc.

  For the first time that day, I smile. I can’t believe that she was stupid enough to be stealing laptops from the company.

  I gather my laptop, files, and purse. My mind is a whirlwind of questions and beginning to form a headache.

  Why did Tyson go off on me this morning?

  Was seeing and dealing with my mother too much for him?

  Did he skip work to move out?

  Why had he been so tired lately?

  Had his cancer come back?

  Unsure of when Amanda left my office, I lock up. When I step outside my door, she’s gone from her desk with her computer shut down. It was wise for her to get out before something happened, and I asked her to stay late.

  I’m on autopilot as I make my way home. I think about trying to call Ty but decide against it. I don’t want him to leave if he finds out I’m coming home early.

  God, what if he’s done with me?