Super Hot Supervisor: A Steamy Workplace Romantic Comedy (Tender Tarts Book 1)

by Mandy Harbin

  “Good girl. Now tell me what your nipples look like.”

  “They’re small and pink.” She gasped and he felt the jolt in his balls. She was playing with them already.

  “Did I say you could touch them?”

  “No,” she said with the sexiest little pout in her voice.

  “You’re being a bad girl now, Cassie. Don’t do anything unless you’re told.”

  She whimpered. “All right.”

  “What are you wearing?”

  “My pajama bottoms and panties.”

  “The same bottoms you had on last night?”

  “Yeah,” she breathed.

  Ian could almost picture her lush breasts exposed, her wavy brown hair tumbled around her head, and her light-green eyes half-lidded. She was a fucking bombshell, and she didn’t even act like it, which made her even sexier. “Push your pj’s and panties down to your knees like you did last night.”

  He heard her rustle around on her bed while he caressed his cock, stoking his own pleasure with his hand while Cassie did it with her responses.

  “Okay. Are you undressing too?”

  “I haven’t, but I have my pants undone and my hand around my dick. Do you want me to undress, Cassie?”

  “Just your shirt.”

  He smiled. If he took off his shirt, they’d both be dressed the same. Or undressed the same, actually. “Give me a sec.” He put the phone down long enough to pull his shirt off. He tossed it to the side, then picked up the phone again. “Okay. Can you lick your nipples?”

  “I-I don’t know. I’ve never tried.”

  “Try now.”

  She panted into the phone and moaned with a wet licking sound. “Yeah, I can.”

  “That’s good, Cassie.” His balls were already tingling and his belly burning with the need for release. He had to slow down or he’d blow way before he wanted to. “Lick your middle finger and circle your hard little clit for me, baby.”

  She gasped and a few seconds later groaned into the phone. “Ian,” she breathed.

  Holy shit, hearing her moaning his name almost undid him. He stroked his dick faster. “That’s it, baby. Tease that pretty little nub. Does that feel good?”

  “Yeah. It’s hot and wet. I wish you could fuck me.”

  “Shit, Cassie. I’d hold you down and drive my cock so far in you that you wouldn’t be able to tell where I stopped and you began. Do you want that? Do you think you could take this big, hard cock?”

  “God, yes! Let me touch my clit,” she begged.

  “Not yet, baby. I want you to shove two fingers inside that sweet pussy.”

  She cried out and he had to squeeze his dick to keep from coming. “Fuck yourself with those fingers, baby.”

  “Ian, I’m getting close. I want you to come with me.”

  “Oh yeah. How do you want me to come?”

  She hesitated, and he could hear her shallow intakes of breath. He’d give anything to be hovered over her right now, poised to ram his dick into her so fast she’d arch off the bed and force him deeper into her drenched pussy.

  “I-I want you to spit into your hand, shut your eyes and visualize my mouth around your cock.”

  He groaned, sweat beading on his brow. Damn, he’d love to have those plump lips wrapped around his dick, sucking him off. He pulled his hand away, spitting into it as she requested, and wrapped it around his cock again. “Ahhh, yes, baby,” he whispered, leaning his head back and shutting his eyes, letting his mind create the image of her head between his legs. “Rub your clit with your other hand while you continue to fuck yourself with those greedy little fingers.”

  She panted and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, gritting his teeth to hold off his orgasm.

  “Oh God. Ian! I’m…I’m coming.”

  His hand flew over his cock while his other fondled his balls. He felt his cum boiling inside, racing to his cock, and just as she screamed through the line, he roared, jettisoning his release. He kept stroking until the last spurt fled his body, and then he slumped back onto the bed, dragging in air like he’d just run a mile.

  “Now I’m not a phone sex virgin anymore either,” he said.

  She laughed a throaty, exhausted sound, making his balls quiver in anticipation again because he was the reason she was worn out. How could his cock begin to stir so quickly after that amazing orgasm? He shook his head while he grabbed his t-shirt to clean himself up.

  At least she did laugh. He was worried she’d immediately regret this as soon as they’d finished, but so far, it seemed she was okay with it. That was good because he knew he wouldn’t stop now. No way was he finished with her. He realized getting involved with her on any level wasn’t a good idea, but he’d been attracted to her for a long time, and he wanted to possess her. It wasn’t truly possible in their everyday lives, so he’d have to settle for a digital possession, looking at this as another experience that’d be fun to explore. And explore it, he would.

  “Get some sleep, Cassie. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

  “Is that an order?” He could hear the smile in her voice, and he chuckled at her playfulness.

  “Yeah, baby. It is. You need your rest because I intend to have my way with you again tomorrow.”

  “Hmm. I can’t wait.”

  Neither could he.

  Cassie got out of the shower the next morning and put on a short skirt and low-cut top over her black lingerie. She also sprayed on some perfume, though she didn’t know why she bothered with it. It wasn’t as if Ian would be able to smell her. She left her hair down and applied makeup with tones that accentuated her green eyes. Throwing on a few accessories and her pumps, she was ready.

  Ian had told her to get some sleep, and boy, did she ever. Her orgasm was one for the record books, going on and on. The Energizer Bunny had nothing on her.

  When she thought back over their conversation, it was hard for her to pinpoint when they both left the house of uncomfortable and barreled right into Hornyville, but she was glad they did. It wasn’t as if he was her boss, or she was his. They were colleagues, each at the same level as the other, but the company did have a policy on interoffice romance. They’d both have to be careful going forward.

  Then she laughed. It wasn’t as if either of them had touched the other. A technicality, but one easily argued if the need arose. The fact that he hadn’t even laid a hand on her and he was still able to give her the best orgasm of her life spoke volumes. Volumes!

  When she showed up at her office, humming to herself and sipping her coffee, she should have known Sasha’s internal radar would home in on her. Sasha’s head popped up out of her cubicle like a gopher on a golf course, intent on doing the most damage possible. She burrowed her way through the rows, heading straight for Cassie. At least Sasha’s damage was of the non-physical kind.

  “Well, well, well, if it ain’t Miss Tucker. I’m glad to see you’re feeling better today.”

  Oh right. She did call in sick yesterday. It’d probably seem a little suspicious if she didn’t tone down her chipper attitude. “Yes, I am doing better today. Thanks.” She walked to her cubicle with Sasha in tow.

  “And looking better. If that skirt were any shorter, you’d be able to see your cooter-cue.”

  “Gawd, Sasha Ann.” Cassie slapped Sasha’s arm as she wagged her eyebrows.

  “So what happened?” she whispered.

  Cassie tried to sigh, but her smile negated any frustration she tried to show. She knew she wouldn’t be able to keep this from Sasha, so she told her the details, minus the Dom/sub stuff, while they both drank their java. Sasha maintained her cool because of where they were. Only her eyes getting bigger showed any signs of emotion. When Richard walked up, they both straightened, and Cassie pulled up some work to cover their private conversation.

  “Glad to see you back today, Tucker.”

  “Yeah, must’ve been allergies.” She shrugged as she toggled screens, and Sasha made her escape.

  “How’s it comi
ng with Cope?”

  “Er, Ian is really good. We got all the needed changes documented and submitted to the development team. Should be ready tomorrow for us to test.”

  “Good, good. Keep me posted,” he said as he walked off.

  An IM from Sasha popped up on Cassie’s laptop.

  So you’ve had sex with the man twice now without him actually penetrating you. Can’t say that’s ever happened to me.

  Cassie chuckled at Sasha’s comment. What could she say? It was true.

  Yeah. And since he lives in another state, I have a feeling that’s the only way we’ll ever have sex.

  She didn’t know why the thought of that suddenly bothered her. Okay, so she did know why. Ian was hot, but Cassie was finding herself attracted to him in more ways than just his looks. That didn’t bode well for her unless she wanted a long-distance relationship.

  Let’s grab drinks after work. You need to show off that knockout bod of yours.

  Cassie laughed. Sure, I’m game.

  Cassie’s email dinged, forcing her to check it since she was actually at work and needed to focus on her job. It was a meeting notification from Mac for a status update. In ten minutes. Crap!

  Gotta go. Have a meeting in ten with Mac.

  All righty. Good luck.

  Cassie called the IT guy to set up the video conference, and then she ran to the restroom. Normally she’d make a pit stop before a meeting for the sole purpose of relieving herself, but she had an ulterior motive now. Ian was also listed as an attendee on the meeting notice, so she wanted to make sure she looked killer. Once she freshened up, she grabbed her notebook and laptop and headed to the conference room. The video conference was up when she walked in.

  “Good morning, Tucker,” Mac said. “Cope stepped out for a second.” Cassie took a seat and set up her laptop, glancing at the screen to see that Ian was already set up. Then he walked in. “Here he is now.”

  Her gaze shot to him when he came into view. Lord have mercy, he was sexy. Tan slacks, fitted shirt, coral tie. His disheveled hair looked as unruly as ever, like he just finished taking a roll in the hay. Yum.

  “Good morning, Cassie,” Ian said as he sat at his computer. He was the cool professional, acting as if nothing had happened between them. She felt the tension leave her shoulders in relief. She didn’t anticipate him waltzing in and ordering her to strip, but she really didn’t know what to expect.

  “Morning, Ian.” She adjusted in her seat, playing with her necklace while she stole covert glances at him.

  “I just wanted to touch base with the two of you to find out where you are on this project,” Mac stated before sipping what had to have been coffee.

  “Shouldn’t Richard be in here?” Cassie asked. Ian looked down, and Mac cleared his throat.

  “No need, Tucker. I’ll give him an update later.”

  She didn’t like the sound of this. Office politics could get ugly and in no way was she going to allow Mac to stir up trouble when there was none, especially if that trouble involved her. He could weasel his way into drama in another office. She leveled her gaze on him, gathering her courage to confront him. “Richard is my boss, Mac. Not you. I respect that you called this meeting, but as my boss, Richard should have at least been notified, giving him the choice to attend or not.”

  Mac’s face turned beet red, and he pointed an accusing finger in her direction. Cassie swallowed, bracing herself for his ire. The last thing she wanted was to be taken to task by Ian’s boss with him watching. “You listen to me, Tucker. I—”

  Ian grabbed Mac’s arm. “She’s right, Mac. Richard is her boss, and she has to answer to him. It’s professional courtesy to notify him of any meetings.” He looked in Cassie’s direction. “I apologize for the oversight. We’ll make sure he’s notified in the future.”

  Cassie wasn’t taking the chance. While Ian was coming to her defense, which pleased her greatly, she opened her IM and sent Richard a message letting him know what was going on. If he came barreling through the conference room door, then so be it. She wouldn’t mind watching Mac take the brunt of his irritation. Because regardless of what Ian said, Cassie got the feeling Richard not being notified wasn’t just an oversight. It was deliberate on Mac’s part. He was the one who scheduled this meeting. He should’ve notified her boss.

  “Thank you, but I just informed him that I got called into a meeting. It may not be an issue since I gave him a status update this morning.” She tried to make light of the problem Mac created for Ian’s benefit. She didn’t want to cause any trouble for him.

  “Well, if we’re through whining about Richard, can we please get on with this?” Mac grumbled as he shifted in his seat.

  Ian and Cassie both acquiesced and took turns bringing Mac up to speed. She thought Mac should’ve been more pleased with their progress. At least he didn’t bitch about where they were on this project, but he wasn’t exactly singing their praises either. When they finished, they all stood while shutting down their laptops. Although it was very subtle, Cassie heard Ian’s sudden intake of breath. She glanced up and saw his eyes smoldering.

  “Mac, I have a few more things to discuss with Cassie about the test plan. I’ll kill the meeting when we’re finished.”

  Mac mumbled and waved a dismissive hand in Ian’s direction. Then he picked up his laptop and left the room. Ian just stood there, staring at her, not saying anything. Without taking his eyes off her, he reached over and picked up the remote for the video conference system. His eyes were predatory, stalking her every breath.

  “W-What are you doing?”

  “Zooming in. Turn around,” he ordered softly.

  Trembling at his authoritative sound, she obeyed, moving away from her chair and turning slowly.

  “Jesus, Cass, you need to be spanked for coming to work dressed like that.” He groaned, and she looked over her shoulder at him. “Bend over.”

  She hesitated. She was at work, in the conference room…with the door unlocked. Richard never responded to her IM, so theoretically, he could come barging in at any second, catching her.

  And that made it even hotter.

  “Don’t make me tell you again,” he warned gently.

  Cassie slowly bent over, touching her toes.

  “God, baby, I can almost see your ass cheeks. Lift you skirt. Show me that sweet little ass of yours.”

  Cassie groaned as she slid her hand around and gathered her skirt at the side, drawing it up. When she’d put on the black lingerie this morning, she’d hoped Ian would get to see it. Now he was about to. Just the thought of him looking at the scrap of black lace that barely covered her made her pussy wet.

  “Fuck, Cassie,” he breathed. “Stand up and look at me.”

  She dropped her skirt and turned around, facing him, relieved to be out of her compromising position, yet regretting that her little teasing show seemed to be over.

  “I want you on Skype tonight. Right after work.”

  “Can’t. Going out with Sasha for drinks,” she said casually as she shrugged a shoulder, hiding her smile.

  “Drinks? With Sasha? Wearing that?”

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” She did smile then and started gathering her things.

  “You’re going to get hit on by every drunk motherfucker in that bar.” He didn’t sound mad, but he did sound a little possessive. She rather liked that.

  “Oh, I know.”

  “Don’t let another man touch what’s mine, Cassie.”

  “Yours? How do you figure?”

  He growled. “You like being sassy don’t you?”

  She laughed. “Sassy Cassie. Now there’s a blast from the past. My best friend in high school used to call me that.”

  He sighed, clearly not really finding the amusement. “I’m serious, baby.”

  He sounded serious, too. And not in an ordering-her-around kind of way. He sounded worried. She didn’t even want to begin to process the meaning of that. “Look, I have to go before someone walks in.�
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  “Fine. Be on Skype at ten.”

  “What if I’m not back by then?”

  “You will be.” Then he disconnected the meeting.

  Chapter Six

  “There she is!” Sasha yelled when Cassie walked into the bar. Luckily, the place was loud enough that not many people turned around to see who she was yelling at.

  “I’ll have a dirty martini,” Cassie said to the bartender as she hopped onto the stool next to her friend. “Make that a strong one, darlin’.”

  “You got it, babe.” He winked at her as he set about making her drink.

  “Where were you all afternoon, Sasha? I looked everywhere for you.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “You didn’t check the server room. I’ve been doing backup since Marty’s out of town.”

  The bartender placed her drink in front of her and threw her a crooked smile before walking away. She took a sip and moaned. Damn, but that was a strong drink.

  “Holy hell, Chip was totally checking you out,” Sasha all but squealed.

  “What?” Cassie looked around, holding her drink to her lips. “Who?” She turned back to Sasha. “Where?”

  “The bartender.”

  Cassie shrugged. The guy was definitely a looker, but she knew how this game was played. “He’s in it for the tips. Don’t let him sucker you.” She chuckled.

  “Oh no, I’ve been here a few different times, and he’s always all business. Sure, he’ll yap it up if he has time, but he’s usually too busy to flirt.”

  “He was not flirting with me,” Cassie mumbled into her delicious drink.

  “Whateva.” Sasha ran her hand through her short locks, scrunching her hair. “So why were you looking for me earlier?”

  “Oh. Different reasons.” Cassie took a big gulp and set her drink down, leaning toward Sasha. “Boring stuff first. You know that meeting I had earlier? Well, Dick Weiner wasn’t invited to come play.”

  “Hmm. So the Mac Daddy skirted protocol. What’s up with that?” Sasha downed the rest of her frozen drink and waved her empty glass at Chip.