Tempting the Boss, Collection 1

by Ruby Carew

  I cupped her head and this time I did pull her tight to my groin, my cock pushing into her throat, pleasure pulsing through me. Somehow she accommodated my length and I trembled, knowing this could come to an end all too soon.

  I released my hold on her head, and she drew back. She gazed up at me, her sparkling blue eyes locking on mine. I watched in fascination as she glided up and down my length, driving my need higher and higher.

  “Suck my cock, baby. I want you to make me come.”

  She squeezed me in her mouth, then sucked. The intense suction caught me off guard and I groaned. Encouraged, she sucked harder, then began to glide up and down again. When I felt her hands cup my balls and gently caress them, I sucked in a breath.

  “Oh, yeah. Lick them.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  My hormones surged and then I felt her tongue lap at my hairless balls and I groaned. She took one in her mouth, then her tongue massaged it, while her hand stroked my aching shaft.

  “Oh, fuck.” It felt so good.

  Intense desire blazed through me as she took the other ball in her mouth and suckled.

  “My cock,”—I said urgently, needing it to be in her warm mouth again—“suck it.”

  My balls slipped from her lips and she took my erection in her mouth, then bobbed up and down. Liquid fire ignited in my belly, then shot to my groin, sending heated pleasure blazing through me. My balls hardened and I felt it start.

  I jerked my cock from her mouth just as the eruption began. White liquid spurted onto her chest and pulsed, covering her creamy skin. She continued to stroke me, her hand gliding over my throbbing flesh as I climaxed.

  Once I was done, she leaned back on her heels, her breasts covered with white goo.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” she said.

  Fuck, of course she was mad that I’d shot cum all over her.

  But she surprised me when she smiled and dragged her finger through the white liquid on her breasts and licked her finger.

  She smiled. “You could have come in my mouth.”

  Oh, fuck, yeah.

  Watching her lick my seed from her finger, and thinking about coming in her mouth and her swallowing it, sent my cock twitching.

  “Sir,” she added, a twinkle in her eye.

  She rubbed her hands over her breasts, smearing the semen all over them until they glistened in the light. Then she toyed with her nipples, twisting and pulling on them until they stood long and erect.

  My cock started to harden again.

  “Take off the rest of your clothes,” I commanded.

  The hoarseness of his voice sent my need rising. I’d made him come and now he looked at me as if he’d like to eat me up. My pussy tightened, longing for that big cock of his to glide inside.

  I stood up and unzipped my skirt, then dropped it to the floor. His gaze locked on the skimpy panties I wore and I pushed my thumbs under the elastic and slowly pushed them down. The heat in his steel blue eyes as he watched me took my breath away.

  I stood up again, totally naked except for my high heeled black patent pumps.

  “Sit on the desk,” he commanded as he rolled his chair back.

  I stepped in front of him and leaned back against the desk, then perched on the edge. He rested his big, masculine hands on my naked thighs, and pressed them wide, then rolled closer. He leaned forward and when I felt his hot tongue glide over my folds, I moaned.

  “You taste so fucking good.” He wrapped his hands around my waist and set me fully on the desk, then spread my legs wider. His hot gaze on my pussy sent heat pulsing through me.

  He dove between my legs and licked the length of my slickness. After licking me thoroughly, he opened my folds with his thumbs and stared at my clit.

  Oh, God, I wanted him to touch it.

  When his tongue found the little button, I moaned at the intense pleasure.

  He lapped and lapped, igniting a fire inside me. Then his finger glided inside me and I moaned.

  “Oh, yes, Sir. That feels so good.”

  He chuckled, then slid another finger into me.

  “You’re so wet,” he said with satisfaction.

  His tongue found my clit again while he plunged inside my wet canal. Need coiled inside me, my insides quivering.

  “Oh, Sir. You’re going to make me come!”

  He thrust faster into me as he began to suckle my clit. Intense pleasure swelled within me. He sucked harder and the pleasure exploded, catapulting me into an ecstatic haze of bliss. I clung to his head and he kept working my clit, extending my orgasm on and on.

  Finally, the pleasure waned to a glow of delight. He drew his head away and I sagged on the desk, my elbows propping me up.

  Even though I’d just come, the sight of his big erection, the head red and swollen, the shaft hard and long, made me yearn to feel it inside me. My pussy clenched with need.

  “It’s been pure torture for me,” he said as he stepped closer. He drew me to my feet, then ran his hand along my hip. “Trying to ignore the sway of your delightful ass when you brought me reports.” His hand slid to my breast and he cupped it, his thumb circling over my aching nipple. “Knowing you stayed late every night and that often you and I were the only ones in the office only made it worse.”

  The hard head of his cock brushed against me, then glided over my slickness.

  “I can’t tell you,” he went on, “how many times I wanted to call you into this office so I could do this.”

  Then he pressed forward, pushing his cockhead inside me. I stretched around the girth of the bulbous head, wondering if he would actually fit. Then it was inside and gliding deeper.

  “Oh, you’re so big.”

  He smiled. “And you’re so tight. And wet.”

  His gaze locked on mine as he went deeper, the thickness of him making me tremble. He was so hard, and immense. Filling me so full as he glided deeper and deeper.

  Then his groin pressed tight against mine. I couldn’t believe I had all of that immense cock inside me.

  I got lost in his mesmerizing blue eyes as he stared at me. His erection tight inside my passage.

  He pushed a little deeper and I moaned.

  “You like my big cock inside you.”

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  He nipped my earlobe. “You mean, yes, Sir.” Then he drew back a little, then nudged deep again.

  “Ohhhh. Yes, Sir.”

  Then I squeezed my inner muscles around him.

  “Fuck.” His eyes glowed like burning embers.

  He drew back, the ridge of his cockhead dragging along my sensitive passage, then glided deep again. I grasped his shoulders, clinging as he drew back and thrust inside, again and again.

  I felt a quiver deep in my stomach, then a pulse throbbing through my whole body.

  His hands wrapped around my hips and he pulled me tight, driving deeper still. In and out. Over and over.

  “God, I won’t last much longer,” he said. “You are so fucking sexy.”

  I moaned. His breath sent wisps of hair fluttering along my neck as he leaned close to my ear.

  “Are you close?”

  I nodded, clinging tighter to his muscular shoulders.

  He nuzzled my neck. “How close?”

  Pleasure swamped my senses, filling me with an insatiable yearning for more of him.

  “So close,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me.” The words trembled from my mouth. “Sir,” I remembered to say.

  “Ah, fuck.” He thrust deep and hard, then tensed. He erupted inside me.

  The feel of the hot liquid filling me, his cock throbbing, sent me over the edge.

  My head fell back as I moaned my release. He kept thrusting, driving my orgasm higher and higher until I wailed in sheer ecstasy.

  I quivered in his arms, riding the wave of pleasure, then I slowly settled back to earth.

  Suddenly, his mouth was on mine and his tongue glided inside. The passion of his kiss surprised and delighted me. I melte
d into it, then opened my eyes to gaze into his steel blue ones.

  “Well, Ms. Grainger,”—he raised an eyebrow—“or should I call you Bella now.”

  I nodded, still stunned by what had happened. “Yes, Sir. Bella is fine.”

  He smiled warmly. “Well, Bella, I think I’ll reconsider my decision and extend your contract after all.

  Happiness jolted through me.

  I couldn’t believe it. I had walked into this office to face my worst fear, that he was throwing me out on my ear, yet now he had agreed to extend my contract.

  “I promised you some time off,” he said, “so take the next three days as paid vacation, and I want to see you here first thing Monday morning. All right?”

  I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  But as I stood before him naked, watching him, still in his well-tailored business suit, tucking away his big cock in his expensive wool trousers, then turning away from me, shock sucker punched me. I realized I had essentially agreed to be his office sex slave, to be at his beck and call, with no emotional attachment.

  My role in this office had just taken a major change in direction.

  I grabbed my clothes and began pulling them on, realizing I was trembling.

  “Bella, are you all right?” Mr. Elliott asked.

  “Of course,” I said in an even voice, hiding my turmoil. I finished pulling on my clothes, then made some excuse about having to rush.

  Although this had been exciting, and sexy as hell, was I really prepared to continue an arrangement like this?

  I escaped out the door without looking back.

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  “All He Wants For Christmas”.

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  Tempting the Boss

  The Arrangement

  Ruby Carew

  Where do Bella and Mr. Elliott go from here?

  When Bella’s boss called her into his office to fire her last week, she tempted him into reconsidering. Now she’s wondering just what she’s gotten herself into… and can she really go through with it?

  Mr. Elliott was as surprised as Ms. Grainger at the arrangement they came up with, and is more than a little excited about it, but when he calls her into his office, he is disappointed to find she’s reconsidering the situation.

  Will she call off the arrangement and walk away from the job she loves?

  If you love stories about forbidden office affairs, especially with a sexy boss, then following Bella and Mr. Elliott’s tempestuous affair is an erotic roller coaster you’ll definitely want to ride!

  I walked down the busy street passing the other people dressed in business suits and carrying briefcases, rushing to work on a frantic Monday morning.

  My heart pounded. I really didn’t want to be late. Not on my first day.

  Well, not really my first day, but the first day of my new contract with Elliott Enterprises.

  I stepped a little quicker, following two men toward the glass door of the office tower where I worked and went inside. I drew in a breath as my heels clacked on the marble floor, the sound swallowed by the noise of countless people around me.

  Last week, I had almost lost my job. I had actually been called into Mr. Elliott’s office to be fired. Not fired, really, but told that my temp contract would not be extended.

  I scurried into the elevator, pushed the button for my floor, then stood waiting while the floors ticked by. I had convinced Mr. Elliott not to let me go, by doing something rather unprofessional. Actually, something illicit and utterly taboo.

  But it had worked, and here I was.

  Now, however, faced with the first day of the new contract, my stomach twisted as I wondered if I’d made a huge mistake. The memory of stripping off my clothes in front of my handsome boss… of touching him… of him touching me… sent a flush across my skin.

  What exactly would Mr. Elliott expect of me going forward now that the normal limits of the boss-employee relationship had been breached?

  The elevator doors opened and I glanced around the array of cubicles as I walked toward my desk. No one seemed to notice me, their heads all turned to their computers, and I slipped into my cubicle, set my purse down and slipped off my coat. Within moments, I was sitting at my desk, my purse tucked away in my drawer, opening email.

  “So, you’re finally here,” a female voice said behind me.

  I glanced at the time on the bottom of my screen, then turned to face Gina, Mr. Elliott’s secretary.

  “It’s only five after nine,” I said.

  She sneered. “You’re supposed to be here at nine. Late’s late.”

  She was holding a folder and dropped it on my desk. “You have to go straight to personnel and fill out those forms. You know you’re not allowed to be in this area until your new contract is signed.”

  Gina was just making a big deal out of this. I was continuing to do the same work I’d been doing for the past three months, sitting at the same desk, working with the same people. Except for some new, private duties that no one else knew about.

  Officially, the contract did have to be signed, but it wasn’t like there was some big security issue like Gina was making it seem. I’d been at places where the paperwork wasn’t completed for days, usually because the boss was out of the office.

  “Hurry up.” Gina tapped her foot. “I have to escort you, and Mr. Elliott expects me back for a meeting in a few minutes.”

  As I stood up, the thought of Mr. Elliott, big, broad shouldered, and sexy beyond belief, sent a quiver of excitement through me. And trepidation as I wondered when he would call me to his office for the…uh…special duties he now expected of me.

  Gina frowned at me. Oh, God, did she know?

  But I knew I was just being silly. Gina was all about turf, and Mr. Elliott and the executive floor was her turf as far as she was concerned. She had always given me the evil eye when I’d left meetings in Mr. Elliott’s office. It was no secret she had a thing for Mr. Elliott, but he didn’t date his employees.

  And that pissed her off.

  We stepped into the elevator and the doors closed. She pushed the button and the elevator glided upward.

  “What I don’t understand,” Gina said, breaking the silence, “is why you’re here. I know for a fact that Mr. Elliott was going to fire you last week.”

  Leave it to Gina to put it that way. Not continuing a temp’s contract wasn’t firing.

  Gina’s eyes narrowed. “So why are you still here?”

  “Because Mr. Elliott changed his mind,” I said.

  She frowned. “But why?”

  I raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Why don’t you ask Mr. Elliott that?”

  She scowled as the elevator doors opened, and I strode away, the folder with my contract in my hand.

  I tapped my pen on my desk as I stared out the window at the clear blue sky, barely able to concentrate on my work with thoughts of the beautiful Bella drifting through my mind.

  I’d never had a romantic relationship with an employee before. Ever.

  And it wasn’t like some hadn’t made it clear they’d be more than willing. Like Gina. But I had made it clear that I did not date my employees.

  And I certainly didn’t have meaningless sex with them in the office.

  Until last week.

  Bella Grainger had been working here for three months and last week her contract ended. She was a hard and dedicated worker and did everything she could to do the best job possible.

  Yet I had decided to let her go. I’d called her into my office after a late meeting on Wednesday evening to break it to her that I would not be continuing her contract. Which had been totally unfair because the only reason I wasn’t keeping her on was because of my intense attraction to her.

  Just the thought of her a few floors down, in her tailored business suit, her deliciously round ass accentuated in the straigh
t, sexy skirts she wore, kept me hard most of the time.

  But that wasn’t her fault. And when she’d explained how much she wanted to keep working here, how much she needed the job, I’d felt like a real asshole.

  I’d tried to justify that there was a personality clash, but finally wound up admitting that the clash was within myself, because I simply found her too distracting.

  That’s when she’d suggested a solution to that distraction. A way to… relieve the problem.

  That problem, of course, being my cock. The fucking thing had a mind of its own around her.

  She had seemed almost as surprised by her own suggestion as I had been. Caught up as I was in the haze of my raging hormones, and curious at how far she’d go, I’d let her show me exactly what she’d meant.

  Then she had demonstrated just how effective she could be at tackling the problem head on. Fuck, I could still remember the feel of her hot, warm mouth enveloping my cockhead and I almost moaned out loud.

  Now I worried that she had done it out of desperation and would feel trapped into continuing a sexual relationship with me.

  I glanced at the clock on my desk. It was only nine thirty and I could barely think straight.

  I picked up the phone and dialed Gina.

  “Is Ms. Grainger finished in Personnel yet?” I inquired as soon as Gina picked up the phone.

  “No, sir. She was late arriving this morning. I just escorted her there.”

  Late? That wasn’t like Bella Grainger. She was always in within a few minutes of nine and she always stayed well past everyone else in the office. Including Gina.

  “Tell Personnel to send her up here when they’re done.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I read my email, trying to keep my mind off my throbbing cock, but even the dull monthly status reports from the department heads couldn’t bore my cock into submission.

  After what seemed like an eternity, a knock sounded at my office door.

  “Come in.”

  The door opened and my breath caught. There she was. Bella. Her long, dark hair swept up behind her head, her suit tailored and immaculate, accentuating the curves of her body.

  I remember her hair loose and tumbling around her shoulders. Her blouse pulled open revealing the most beautiful round breasts beneath.