by J. L. Beck
“Evening, Miss Cox.” He nodded toward the door, and she closed it behind her.
“Mr. McDonald.” Her voice was a squeak, and she blushed.
She sat before him and rested her paperwork on the edge of his desk. He was staring at her with a strange look on his face.
“Where would you like to start? I have a few ideas—”
He held up a hand to silence her, and she frowned. Had she said the wrong thing? She thought he would like that she’d taken the initiative to research ways to make the account more profitable for the client…and the company.
But Mr. McDonald didn’t seem to want to talk about the Fielder account at all. He was staring right at her cleavage, and when she glanced down, she realized a button had popped open. She was flashing him her cheap fifty-dollar red satin bra, and he was staring at her with a look that she was too embarrassed to even try to decipher.
“Do you own any clothing that doesn’t…”—he waved a hand absently, his eyes cold—“gape?”
She stared at him in shock.
“Miss Cox,” he said, leaning forward. “I can see your breasts. Is that your intent?”
He thought she was flashing him on purpose? When she dreamed of his lips, it hadn’t been like this. Not at all. He would tell her he couldn’t live without her, and she was the only one he thought of when he lay in bed at night. But it was only a fantasy, wasn’t it? She didn’t really know Mr. McDonald in real life.
“You’re…you’re an ass, Mr. McDonald,” she blurted before she could filter herself while her face heated to a bright shade of red. Her hand flew to her shirt, and she hastily did up the button.
He sat back in his chair like he’d been slapped.
“I can’t believe…” She stood, gathering her things, stacking folders into a pile. Her hands shook, more from anger than anything else. How could she be attracted to the biggest asshole on the face of the planet? Is that what he’d called her in here for? In what universe had she given him the impression she was a cheap hussy? There was no way she would exchange sexual favors for a promotion.
“I’ve worked for this company for five years,” she exclaimed. “I’ve never had a sick day, never taken leave. I’ve worked my ass off for this place, and this is how I’m treated? Well, Mr. McDonald, I’ve had enough of being treated like the ugly fat chick in the corner. I’m not standing for it anymore. Nothing gives you the right to speak to me like that. Nothing.”
He didn’t say anything, just stared in shock at her uncharacteristic outburst.
Melissa guessed this was it. She would be fired now, but she was beyond caring. That felt good. She looked at herself and everyone else who pranced around the office, those bimbos with tiny waists and six-inch heels, and couldn’t see the point anymore. She never fit in here. Let the asshole fire her. After all, it would be setting her free from her unrequited, forbidden misery.
“Miss Cox,” he began.
“Don’t Miss Cox me,” she snapped, hugging the folders to her chest. She stared him down, refusing to let him see the way he got to her. “You can expect my formal resignation on your desk first thing in the morning. I’ve had enough.”
She turned on her heel and strode for the door. Take that, asshole!
Turning the handle with her free hand, the door began to open, but a hand appeared behind her and slammed it closed. That was when she realized how close Mr. McDonald was standing behind her. She could feel the heat from his body radiating onto the bare skin of her neck. Swallowing hard, she pulled at the door again, but his hand held firm, his body trapping her against the door and denying her escape.
“Melissa.” His voice was a sigh behind her.
Her entire body became rigid at the sound of her name on his lips. His perfect lips that she’d fantasized about kissing her own.
“Turn around,” he said, the command in his voice speaking to her core.
Her pussy began to tingle, her breath coming faster. The fight she’d had suddenly left her body, and she turned slowly, hugging the folders to her chest like a shield.
Before she understood what was happening, his other hand cupped her face, and his lips crushed against hers. Hard. The folders in her arms dropped to the floor, papers sliding everywhere, but he didn’t stop. His tongue licked into her mouth, forcing entry, entwining with hers, and she sank into him, her mind becoming foggy.
His hand left the door and came to rest on her hips, tugging the blouse from the hem of her skirt. He began to fumble with the buttons as he kissed her, and she tore her lips away from his. Her whole body was on fire. She felt the wetness between her legs and the dull throb that had flared with Mr. McDonald’s touch.
He’d kissed her? What was this?
With all the force she could muster, she pushed him away with the flats of her palms, horrified at her sudden display of passion. Never in her entire life had she reacted like that to a man’s touch. Never.
“What do you want from me?” she asked, closing her eyes.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he murmured, pressing his body against hers.
She felt the bulge in his trousers, and her eyes flew open. He was staring at her with uninhibited desire, pressing his erection into her lower belly. Oh…my…
“Can’t take what?”
“Four years…” He swallowed hard, his gaze locked on her lips. “I’ve watched you sit in that corner for four years, and the whole time… I can’t have you, but fuck the rules. I can’t stand by anymore. I want you, Miss Cox,” he declared before ripping the front of her shirt open. Buttons popped from the fabric, bouncing to the floor, and her full chest was suddenly on display to her employer. “And you want me.”
It was true. She did want him but not at the expense of her reputation. Regardless, she didn’t move to cover herself. If he was trying to seduce her, then he didn’t need to do very much.
“Mr. McDonald…”
He hitched up her skirt, bunching the material around her waist as her hands fisted into his hair.
“You can say no,” he murmured, his voice husky, his hands exploring. “I know this is wrong. It’s forbidden…but I can’t help myself.”
Oh, my, she thought. I’m doing this to him? He wants me this bad?
He slid his hands down the back of her panties, cupping her ass and spreading her cheeks, and everything ached, begging to be touched.
“Tell me you want me, Miss Cox.” His breath was hot against her neck, and his tongue licked a burning trail.
“How long?” She gasped as he thrust his groin against her lower belly.
“A long fucking time,” he replied, understanding her meaning.
Fuck, his hands on her, his mouth, his cock rubbing against her.
“Yes,” she said with a sigh. “I’ve wanted you, too.”
His eyes blazed as he shoved her panties off her ass. They hooked around her ankles, and she kicked them off as he hastily undid his slacks, desperate to be inside her.
Then she saw his cock standing proud, thick, long, and primed. Oh, God, he was hard, so fucking hard and beautiful. She thought she might like to fall to her knees, but before she could lose her grip on her control, he picked her up in his strong arms and pressed her body back against the door. His fingers bit into her skin as his mouth trailed a path of fire down her neck.
The want that had risen in her core was unbelievable. She felt herself respond to his touch, moaning and rubbing against him, her breasts tender to the touch. She was desperate for him to take her, and his body told the same story.
He thrust his cock into her without warning, filling her to the brim, and she cried out at the sensation. Once his crown hit home, he drew back and thrust again with a grunt.
“You feel as good as I imagined,” he said with a heavy breath as he had her.
He’d fantasized about her? Him? Mr. McDonald?
“Do you like it?” he asked, his breath hot against her neck. “Do you want it like this?”
He pounded into her, h
er skin blooming, and she knew she would feel this for days to come. She would feel him and his magnificent cock slamming into her as she sat at her desk. She would dream about it as she did her reports. She would feel it as she replied to emails. She would feel it late at night when she dreamed.
“Tell me,” he said, growling against her ear.
“Yes,” she cried, losing all sense of decorum. How could she not considering her current position. “Oh, fuck.”
The air filled with the musky tang of sex, their moans tangling, their skin slapping. Melissa relished the feel of his flexing muscles as he joined with her over and over.
“Harder,” she cried as her orgasm began to spike. “Faster. Don’t stop.”
He thrust harder, grunting like a wild animal, his hands grasping her ass and pulling her onto his cock again and again. She exploded, her muscles clenching, his name on her lips. She cried her pleasure, and for the first time in her life, she was alive.
She was hardly aware when he pulsed deep inside her, spilling his seed deep into her core as her body tightened around him, taking him for all he was worth.
His chest heaved against hers, his cock firmly inside her, and he swirled his hips once, eliciting a gasp from her lips. She was so tender and still very much aroused.
He pulled out of her and set her down gently, her knees weak, and she collapsed back against the door, breathless. Without thinking, she raised her hands and began massaging her tender breasts.
With blazing eyes, he reached behind her and undid the zipper on her skirt, allowing it to fall around her ankles, and then he unclasped her bra. She was standing naked in front of Zachary McDonald in his office, and he’d just given her the most mind-blowing orgasm of her entire life. Was this real?
“Mr. McDonald,” she began, her chest heaving. “What—”
“Please,” he replied, shucking off his shirt. “Call me Zach.”
He scooped her up into his arms and deposited her unceremoniously onto the desk, her back flat against the leather top. He really was glorious to look at, all sculptured muscles with the delicious V of his hips.
He massaged his palms between her thighs and spread her legs wide before clamping down on her breasts, twisting her nipples hard. Pain spiked through her skin, and she cried out, arching into his touch. Finally, she understood when people said pain could be pleasurable.
The underside of his cock rubbed up and down against her clit while his hands kneaded her breasts.
“Do you want me inside you, Miss Cox?” he asked, his breathing ragged.
She nodded, her eyes rolling as he drove her crazy with want.
He pulled his hips back, rubbing himself along her clit and pressing against her opening.
“In here?” His eyes blazed, his muscles coiled ready to thrust.
She nodded again, biting her lip. “Hard.”
Without hesitation, he pounded into her, his cock sliding through her slick opening and hitting her so deep it was almost painful. Her back arched off the desk, a gasp bursting from her lips.
He began to move, stroking her pussy in long expert thrusts, and she wondered how many women he’d fucked. Did it matter? He was so good at it… He wanted to fuck her, not those other girls. His cock was in her, driving her completely and utterly mad.
“You feel so good,” she said, panting.
“Miss Cox has found her voice,” he said with a grunt. “Tell me more.”
She froze, stilling her hips underneath him, and he did the same, burying deep and holding.
“Shall I begin?” he asked, his gray eyes blistering. “You are so tight, Miss Cox. I like it…”
Melissa shivered as he swirled his hips, rubbing his groin against her clit. He had such a dirty mouth. She didn’t expect it to be such a turn on.
“I liked…” she trailed off.
“You like what?”
“I liked fucking against the door.” She sighed, rolling her hips.
He curled his body over hers, his hands twisting in her hair, tugging painfully. “Do you like it hard, Miss Cox?”
She nodded slowly. “I think I would like for you to spank me, Mr. McDonald.”
His eyes widened, and abruptly, he let her go, pulling his cock out of her pussy. She mewled in protest, wondering if she’d said the wrong thing, but his hands were digging into her hips as he flipped her over onto her stomach.
Crack.
His palm connected with her ass cheek, and she gasped as her flesh began to sting. Shockwaves splintered right into her sex, and her legs began to quiver.
“Like that, Miss Cox?” Mr. McDonald asked, his voice husky.
“Yes,” she cried, and he struck her again, the flat of his palm connecting with the same spot.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He moaned. “So fucking responsive…”
He brought his palm down on her other ass cheek and thrust his cock deep at exactly the same moment. The desk jerked an inch across the floor, and Melissa clung to it, her entire body alive.
He fucked her mercilessly, his cock driving home, again and again, his palm connecting with her ass once more, sweat beading over her skin, her flesh tender. She moaned her pleasure, her cries uninhibited. She felt her orgasm beneath the surface, a monster waiting to be unleashed. How could she survive that?
Finally, she came undone, her orgasm ripping through her body as he kept pumping. Her body squeezed his shaft, her senses in overload. She screamed his name so loud she thought security might walk in on them in a compromising position. How would she explain herself then?
“That’s it,” Mr. McDonald was saying. “Come, Melissa. Let go. Show me how I make you feel.”
“Come,” she cried out. “Come in me.” She reared back into him with the last of her strength, and he pounded into her once more. Then he was coming in hot bursts, driving deep, and she moaned her pleasure.
“Fuck…” Mr. McDonald was moaning above her, holding her firmly on him. “So good…”
He slid out of her, his fingers probing, spreading himself around her clit like he was marking his territory. She moaned softly, her body too overcome to protest. She quaked under his gentle touches, absently wondering how she was supposed to stand.
When he pulled away, she pushed herself up off the desk, her knees weak. He picked up her panties and handed them to her. Flushing, she pulled them on and fixed her bra in place. Her skirt came next, then her shirt…with all the buttons missing. That was right, he’d torn it clean off her earlier.
“My shirt…” She flushed, not sure how this part was meant to go. They’d crossed the line marked forbidden, and what happened next was anyone’s guess.
Mr. McDonald frowned and fastened her safety pin through the material just below the swell of her breasts. Then he pulled her suit jacket over her shoulders, did up the button in front, and then straightened her collar, his fingers brushing against his skin. It seemed he could be gentle, too.
Glancing down, she saw she was covered, not modestly but enough that she wasn’t indecent. She gathered he cared about her reputation at least a little.
“No one must know about this,” he said, buttoning up his shirt.
Narrowing her eyes, she sighed. Of-fucking-course. “Because it will cost you your job?”
“No, on the contrary,” he replied, gazing at her with steely eyes, “it will cost you yours.”
“But—”
He placed a finger over her lips, silencing her mid-sentence. “Your resignation has been rejected.”
She shook her head free. “But—”
“Do I have to give you a raise?”
“A raise?” How dare he! “I’m not your—”
He interrupted again. “A corner office?”
“I’m not a whore!”
He frowned. “What would you like then, Miss Cox?”
“Well, for starters, you can call me Melissa after hours.”
“You like that?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.
She nodded. “And
I don’t want anything in return. I won’t be bought. I didn’t let you…do that to me because I wanted a promotion.”
His gaze took her in, revealing nothing about what he thought of her conditions. “But you must want something?”
Boldly, she stepped forward and dug her fingers into his crotch, massaging his cock. Never in her entire life had she felt this powerful…or brave.
He grinned, flexing into her palm. “Sex? That’s what you want?”
She nodded, enraptured at how hard he was becoming again. He’d already had her twice. Could he go three times?
“It’s forbidden,” he went on. “If we’re caught, nothing will happen to me. My family owns the company. You, however…”
“I know the risk,” she said.
“And you would take it knowing the outcome?”
She nodded.
“Then it seems I’ve misjudged how deep this attraction runs. For me…and you.” Mr. McDonald grinned and cupped her cheek in his palm. “So, Miss Cox, it seems you’ve finally found your voice…and what a voice it is.”
“Why did you wait so long?” She palmed him, digging her fingernails into his hardening flesh.
“Why indeed…” He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her body hard into his, hitching up her skirt. “We have time for one more.”
Sinking back into his leather office chair, she straddled him as his hands unfastened his slacks and pushed them down off his ass.
She sank down onto his cock, and it hit deep inside her. She moaned her pleasure and began to ride the all-powerful Zachary McDonald, her hips rolling as she took him again and again.
Yes, they had time for one more.
The next morning, Melissa strode into the office, trying to keep her composure.
As per the usual routine, she was ignored, the group of women around the coffee machine too engrossed in talking about their own conquests to notice her. If they only knew what had happened here last night. Fucking their Adonis of a boss in his office! That would send the water cooler into a spin, but she knew better. Their affair had to be kept secret.
Their affair…
Rolling her eyes, Melissa slunk through the office and sat in her chair, turning the computer on. Despite the mind-blowing sex she’d had the night before, it would be oh so satisfying to hand in her resignation letter. The moment it hit Mr. McDonald’s desk, he would tear it in two. Much like he had her shirt.