Tempting the Boss, Collection 1

by Ruby Carew

  And her face, contorted and moaning in pleasure.

  Fuck, my cock felt like it would explode.

  I smiled. “Good morning.”

  She smiled back, a little timidly. “Good morning, Mr. Elliott.”

  She stepped into the office, her movements stiff, and closed the door behind her. “Gina told me you wanted to see me.”

  I gestured to the chair in front of my desk, despite the fact that what I really wanted to do was to command her to drop to her knees in front of me, then pull out my cock and suck it dry.

  “Personnel have you all setup? Contract signed?” I asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Fuck, when she called me Sir it sent my blood boiling. I could just imagine opening the buttons of her blouse, one by one. My heart pounded. All I had to do was order her to come over here right now.

  I tightened my fingers around the armrests of my chair.

  I sat stiffly in the chair as he cleared his throat.

  “The contract was okay?” he asked. “And where they have you sitting?”

  Which I knew wasn’t at all what he meant, since nothing there had changed.

  He was obviously feeling just as awkward as I was, but at the same time, my hormones were swirling just being this close to him. My insides ached for his touch.

  Last week, he’d told me he found having me around too distracting, though I’d had to drag that information out of him, and I had suggested a way to alleviate that problem.

  Could he tell I was having second thoughts?

  “Everything is fine, Mr. Elliott. Thank you.”

  His lips compressed as he seemed to consider something, then he stood up, and came around the desk. My pulse quickened as he came near, wild thoughts of him tugging me into his arms to kiss me, then pulling open my blouse and caressing my breasts, spiraled through my mind. But he simply leaned back against the desk, facing me.

  “Ms. Grainger… Bella… I think we should talk about what happened last week.”

  I could feel my cheeks heat and my fingers slid to the top button of my blouse and I toyed with it. When I noticed his gaze dropping to the movement, I drew my hand away. What was I thinking? I hadn’t intended to be suggestive.

  “Yes, I… guess we should.” But I had no idea what to say.

  He sighed. “Bella, what we did was… well, fucking incredible, but…” He shook his head and sighed. “I know you made that offer in a moment of stress. I just wanted you to know that you don’t need to feel obligated to… uh… that I won’t hold you to that offer.”

  I gazed at him in surprise. “But that’s why you kept me on.”

  “You’re a good worker. You deserve to be here.”

  But he didn’t deny that it was my offer that had made him decide to change his mind about firing me.

  And therefore I did feel a sense of obligation. Though the craving burning inside me at just being close to this incredibly sexy man made me realize that I could, and would, continue this arrangement. Happily.

  “Mr. Elliott, I made you an offer and I intend to keep it.”

  Afraid he would refuse, I slid my hand to my top button again. His gaze dropped to my fingers as they released it from the buttonhole, revealing a little cleavage, then glided to the next button. The heat in his eyes seared through me, filling me with the same excitement that had gripped me last time. I desperately wanted to rip open my blouse and bare my breasts to him. Then he would command me to come over to him and—

  The office door opened and Gina stepped inside. “Mr. Elliott, you have a meeting in five minutes in the boardroom.”

  Oh, God, I could feel my cheeks flush. I was mortified at almost being caught.

  I saw the anger flare in his eyes, but his face was deadpan when he turned it toward Gina.

  “You know better than to walk into my office without permission.”

  Gina blanched. “Oh, I… uh, I knew you were in here with Ms. Grainger and I didn’t think—”

  “No,” he said, cutting her off. “You didn’t.”

  Gina knew as well as everyone in the office that Mr. Elliott didn’t fraternize with the employees, so she wouldn’t have assumed anything was going on between us. Maybe she suspected that I was making a play for him and she wanted to ensure I could never be certain I wouldn’t be interrupted.

  And it had worked. I would be on pins and needles in his office from now on.

  But despite that, Gina had made a calculation error, drawing Mr. Elliott’s wrath, and clearly now regretted it. She shot me an acid glance and closed the door.

  “It seems I have to go.” He stood up and so did I, fastening my blouse button again.

  As I walked to the door, he followed me, but caught up to me before I reached it. If felt his hand on my shoulder.

  “Ms. Grainger.”

  “Yes?” When I turned to face him, I found myself swept into his arms.

  His lips captured mine and plundered my lips in an erotic assault, his tongue driving into my mouth. I melted against him and sucked on his tongue, wanting to feel it deeper inside me.

  He tore his mouth away. “Ah, fuck, I just want to stay here and…” But he just groaned instead of finishing the sentence that probably would have pushed both of us over the edge.

  He nuzzled my neck, his breath sending quivers dancing through me. My nipples peaked and my insides ached for his big hard cock.

  “Come back this afternoon at two.” He nipped the tender skin of my neck with his teeth. “For God’s sake, don’t be late.”

  When he released me, we were both breathless. I straightened my clothing and drew in a lungful of air. He pulled off his jacket and hung it over his arm to hide his quite obvious erection.

  “Fuck, this isn’t going to work. You go ahead and tell Gina I’ll be out in a few minutes. That I have something to take care of first.”

  “Of course, Sir.”

  I slipped from the office, closing the door behind me.

  Gina glanced up from her computer with a frown.

  “Mr. Elliott said that something came up and he’ll be a few moments.” My cheeks reddened at my own choice of words and Gina’s eyes narrowed. Damn.

  *

  At two o’clock, I headed back to the executive floor, dreading facing Gina again. But when the elevator doors opened, Gina was not at her desk, so I crossed to Mr. Elliott’s office and knocked.

  “Come in.”

  I opened the door and stepped inside. There he sat, a commanding presence behind his big, mahogany desk, his vivid blue eyes boring into me, his gaze so hot I thought my clothes would melt away under his scrutiny.

  I closed the door behind me and walked toward his desk.

  “Fuck, I thought this arrangement was meant to lower my distraction,” he said, “but instead I haven’t been able to think of anything all day but you coming in here.”

  And I hadn’t either. I’d tried to concentrate on my work, but all morning, my thoughts kept turning to this meeting and what would happen once I was here.

  But his statement shook me. “Does that mean you’re reconsidering?” I asked anxiously, worried he would rescind the contract.

  “The only thing I’m concerned about is you doing something you don’t want to do.”

  The tension that had filled me since last week about being forced into a situation that I felt was beyond my control dissipated. The fact that he insisted he would not hold me to our arrangement, made me more comfortable with it.

  In fact, now that the veil of anxiety had been lifted, a deep craving to experience the wild and heady excitement of last week tore through me.

  As I walked toward him, I unbuttoned my suit jacket and slid it from my shoulders, then dropped it on the guest chair as I walked past it and around his desk.

  “Believe me, Mr. Elliott. I want to do this.” I sent him a sultry smile.

  “You’re sure?” he asked, his gaze searching my face.

  “Absolutely.” I flicked open the top button of my b
louse, satisfaction flooding through me as his gaze dropped to my cleavage, his eyes simmering with heat.

  I stepped close to his chair. “Now what would you like me to do for you, Sir?”

  He smiled, clearly seeing the heat in my eyes. “Turn around.”

  I turned my back to him and his big hand glided over my ass, then squeezed, sending heat through me.

  “Mmm. Very nice. Now take off your skirt.”

  I unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper, then shimmied the snug skirt over my hips and let it drop to the floor. I leaned down to pick it up, revealing an eyeful of naked skin, since my thong covered nothing of my ass. I dropped the skirt on his desk.

  His hand stroked up the top of my thigh and over my naked butt, pushing up my blouse to reveal more skin.

  “Fuck, you are so sexy. Now turn around.”

  I turned around to face him and he smiled. The hem of my blouse hung below my hips, so it covered my thong. He lifted the white fabric, revealing the tiny lace crotch of my black panties.

  “This is very much in the way. Take it off.”

  “Of course, Sir.” I unbuttoned the blouse. Slowly. Watching his gaze follow the movement of my fingers. Once the buttons were all undone, I slipped it off my shoulders and let it glide down my arms. I dropped the garment on top of my skirt.

  “Come closer,” he said in a low, sexy voice.

  I stepped right in front of him and he ran his hands over my lace-clad breasts, then cupped them. The warmth of his big hands enveloping my breasts felt wonderful. My nipples peaked, pushing into his palms.

  “Now take off the bra,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  I reached around behind me, which thrust my breasts forward. His gaze grew even hotter. I unfastened the hooks and released the bra, then dropped the straps from my shoulders. He reached for the garment and eased it forward, then stripped it away, revealing my naked breasts.

  The nipples puckered even harder at his red hot gaze.

  “Fuck, woman. I want you so bad.”

  He pulled me close and I gasped at the feel of his hot mouth covering me. I clutched his shoulders for support, the feel of the fine wool of his suit jacket slightly coarse under my fingertips. He suckled, pulling my nipple deep, and I moaned.

  He stroked my other breast, then squeezed it as his tongue lapped over my hard nub.

  “Oh, Mr. Elliott. That feels so good.”

  Then his mouth moved away and I whimpered.

  “Sit on my lap.”

  I turned and sat down on his muscular thighs, my back to him. His hands covered my breasts and stroked and squeezed. Heat rushed through me. Then one hand glided down my belly and over the thin fabric of my panties. He stroked over the crotch, feeling the wetness there.

  I leaned back against him and arched my hips forward. His fingers slid under the fabric and glided over my slick folds.

  “Oh, yes,” I murmured.

  “You’re wet and ready for me.”

  “Yes, I am.”

  His middle finger slid inside me, then swirled inside my passage. I moaned. Then another finger slipped inside. But not deep enough. I arched forward, but he drew back, only allowing his fingers in a little. Then he moved and his fingertip glided over my clit. I almost cried out with need.

  “Did you think about me over the weekend?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “What did you think about?”

  “This,” I murmured. “You touching me. Your fingers sliding inside me.”

  He rewarded me by lightly stroking my clit again. I sucked in a breath.

  “What else?” he prompted.

  “Your cock.”

  He chuckled and another stroke of his finger rendered me speechless.

  “What about my cock?”

  “I thought about you driving it inside me,” I said hoarsely. “Filling me.”

  “Fuck. I thought about that, too.”

  And I could feel it beneath me. Pressing against my ass as it pushed against the confines of his pants.

  “Do you want to see it?” he asked as he flicked my clit again.

  “Oh, yes.”

  He laughed and his finger slid away from my sensitive bud.

  “Kneel in front of me.”

  Missing his intimate touch, I slid from his lap, then sank to the floor, facing him again. I watched in anticipation as he unzipped his pants, then drew out his cock. It was even longer and harder than I remembered. I licked my lips as I reached for it, then wrapped my hand around his thick girth.

  “Mr. Elliott, you are so big.” I stroked him, gazing hungrily at the plum-sized tip. “And hard.”

  Then I leaned forward and kissed his cockhead. At the feel of his hot, hard flesh against my lips, I knew I had to taste him. I opened my mouth and stretched around him, gliding down to take the head inside my mouth. My tongue glided over the taut flesh, swirling back and forth. His moan delighted me.

  “God, Bella, that feels so good.”

  I glided deeper, sliding my lips along his long shaft. I opened my throat and took him deeper still. Then I slid back. My hand still clung to the base of his shaft and I squeezed a little as I glided down, filling my throat with him again.

  My other hand found his balls and I cradled them in my palm.

  The phone rang. He glanced at the display, then cursed as he picked it up.

  I slowed down, but kept gliding on his cock.

  “What is it?”

  I squeezed his balls and his jaw twitched.

  “Gina, I don’t want to be disturbed.”

  I suckled his cockhead and his eyelids dropped closed.

  “No, tell him I’m not available.” He stroked my hair from my face, but his expression was fierce. “I don’t give a fuck how urgent he said it is. Tell him to handle it.”

  He slammed down the phone, then sucked in a deep breath. I slid from his cock and gazed up at him.

  “Don’t stop, baby.”

  I swallowed his cock whole, taking it as deep as I could, then began to move up and down. My tongue swirled along his shaft, then I sucked deeply on his cock.

  “Oh, fuck. That’s so good.”

  I could feel him tensing, so I glided faster, squeezing him with my hand, which slid along his slick shaft following my mouth.

  “Oh, yeah. I’m so close.” His fingers coiled in my hair and he guided my head to a steady rhythm.

  Down and up. Down and up.

  “Fuck yeah. Oh, baby.”

  Then he jerked and his cock exploded in my mouth, filling me with hot, salty liquid. I sucked, swallowing as best I could, then sucked some more, as his big cock kept pulsing in my mouth.

  Finally, he sagged back in his chair. I leaned back and smiled at him. He leaned forward and stroked my breast.

  “Stand up. Let me look at you.”

  I stood up, wearing only my panties, garter belt with stockings, and high heels.

  “Take off those panties.”

  I slid them to the floor and kicked them away.

  “Now sit on the desk.”

  I pushed myself onto his solid mahogany desk, my legs draping over the edge. He rolled his chair close to me and pressed my knees wide, then gazed between my open legs to my slick folds. I felt a little embarrassed being on display like this, but the appreciation in his eyes calmed me.

  “So sexy.” He ran a thumb over my folds, sending heat thrumming through me. “Open wider.”

  I opened my legs wider still, displaying myself to him. His thumb brushed over my clit and I arched forward. Then he leaned closer and his tongue lapped over my slick slit. I moaned at the exquisite sensation.

  Then his tongue found my clit and I moaned again.

  He vibrated over my button and I fell back onto the desk, propping myself on my elbows and arching my hips toward him.

  His thumbs stroked my folds, then he pulled back the skin to give his tongue better access to my clit. He began to suckle and I moaned uncontrollably. Wild sensation
whirled through me, setting my nerve endings on fire.

  His fingers slid the length of my slit, then two glided inside. Pleasure swelled within me as his fingers moved inside my passage, and he suckled my sensitive nub. I sucked in a breath, as his fingers fucked me, driving in harder and deeper. His tongue teased my clit, then he sucked hard and fireworks flared against my eyelids as pleasure erupted through me.

  “Oh, God, you’re… oh… making me come.”

  I moaned as an orgasm catapulted me to a state of pure ecstasy.

  When it was done, I slumped back on the desk, panting for air.

  He took my hand and drew me upward until I was sitting again, then he kissed me.

  “I need to fuck you so bad I think I’ll die if I don’t,” he said.

  He pulled me to my feet and against his body. His cock, hard and thick again, pressed against my belly. He pushed it forward until it slid between my thighs, then glided along my slick folds. My passage clenched, longing for that big, hard shaft to be inside me.

  He shifted his cock until the tip pressed against my slick opening, then he drove into me in one long, hard thrust. I gasped at the intense pleasure of being stretched around him. My thighs were pushed hard against the solid desk behind me.

  “Fuck, you feel so good around me.” His hands wrapped around my hips and he drew back, then thrust deep again.

  “Oh, yes. Please fuck me, Sir.”

  “God damn.” He thrust into me again, then again. Hard and deep.

  “Fuck me,” I pleaded.

  He picked up speed, thrusting faster. Deeper. Groaning his pleasure as I squeezed him tight inside me.

  I nuzzled his neck as the pleasure built within me.

  “Your cock feels so good,” I murmured against his ear.

  He thrust deep again. Heat rushed through me, every nerve-ending sizzling.

  “Oh, God…” I clung to his shoulders as his cock kept driving into me. “Please, Sir. Make me come.”

  “Fuck, yeah, baby.” He kissed me, thrusting faster. “Tell me when you come.”

  My insides blossomed with pleasure. “I’m… oh, God… You’re making me…”

  Hard thrust.

  “Oh, I’m coming.”

  He thrust again and again and pleasure swamped my senses. Suddenly, I exploded in a maelstrom of blazing sensations then catapulted into a blissful state of euphoria. I moaned long and loud as I rode the wave of intense, ecstatic pleasure.