My Naughty Boss

by Charlotte Grace

  “Sophia,” he said, his voice gruff.

  I dragged my eyes open to find his dark, sinfully green gaze waiting for me. I swallowed, willing my pulse to slow, an utterly futile effort.

  “Yes?” I gasped.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

  I was in aflame inside and out with need burning through me. All I knew was I needed release, and I needed it now. I shook my head, a gasp escaping when he pressed his knee against me.

  His lips were on me again, and he flicked the clasp between my breasts. They tumbled free, aching for more. He didn't hesitate to give it, torturing each nipple, dusting kisses and circling his tongue around them. The contrast of the cool air to the wet heat of his attentions made me wild. His teeth closed down softly over one, and I cried out. He slid hand down my thigh and pushed my skirt up. I was near frantic, rolling my hips against his thigh.

  He eased the pressure of his thigh away, and I cried out. I was dancing so close to the edge, desperate to topple over it. He dragged a finger across the wet silk between my thighs. My hips bucked reflexively into his touch. Murmuring his name, I opened my eyes to find his waiting.

  “Do you want more?” he asked, his eyes dark as sin and tempting me beyond all sanity.

  Damn him. He wasn't making this easy for me. He wasn't going to allow me to tell myself I'd lost control and didn't know what I was doing. I had lost control, but I also knew what I was doing. I knew exactly what I wanted. Damn it all to hell.

  “Yes,” I murmured.

  He hooked a finger over the edge of my panties, shoving them out of the way and dragging his fingers through my slick folds. His eyes darkened as he watched me. He was angled to the side of me, but I could still feel his cock pressing again against me. My hips rolled into his touch. He teased and dallied, stroking back and forth, his thumb circling my clit. Only when I gasped his name again and said please did he sink a finger, knuckle deep, inside of me. My channel throbbed around him. He set to fucking me slowly with his fingers, adding another and slowly stretching me with each pass.

  I was frantic, out of my mind with need. His lips landed on my neck again, trailing down to my breast. Another swirl of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth and his stubble on my skin notching the heat higher and higher inside. Pressure gathered as he stroked in and out of me. I muttered his name again. With one brush of his thumb across my clit, the pressure spun loose and pleasure radiated through me.

  I cried out, his name bouncing in the enclosed space of the elevator. My channel clamped down hard on his fingers. By the time the shocks of pleasure had slowed, I was nearly boneless. Without the wall behind me and him holding me up, I would've collapsed. He slowly eased away, drawing his fingers out of me. He put my panties back in place and smoothed my skirt down. Stepping back slightly, he drew my bra back together and buttoned my blouse. Only then did his eyes make their way up to mine.

  I was stunned. This wasn't the kind of thing I did—getting off in elevators. With my boss. I swallowed, trying to gather myself together and say something sensible. His hooded eyes met mine. “Shall I walk you to your car?” he asked, his voice low and taut.

  I had to pick my way through the hazy fog of passion still clouding my mind to process his question and formulate a response. “My car isn’t here. I walked from the office,” I finally said, my voice husky from the desire still thundering through me.

  He was quiet for a few beats. “Okay, I’ll walk you back.”

  “That's not necessary.”

  He didn't reply and stepped back, carefully adjusting his jeans. I managed to straighten and push away from the wall, turning to glance at myself in the mirrored wall at the back of the elevator. My hair was a wild mess, my cheeks were flushed, and my lips were swollen. Need was still roaring through my veins. I wanted more than just his fingers inside of me. A distant warning bell rang in my mind. I ignored it. Any reason I had to avoid giving into what I wanted was pointless in the face of what I had just allowed to happen. My need for him, this wild desire thrumming between us, overrode all reason and sanity for me.

  I glanced to him. “Okay, if you insist. I have to get something from the office anyway.”

  His eyes narrowed as we stepped out of the elevator after he hit the open button. He walked me through the back hallway and out a back entrance onto a side street, his hand resting at the low curve of my spine, the heat of his touch like a brand.

  “What would that be?” he finally asked.

  “I left my laptop there. I didn't want to carry it here for dinner. I was planning to do a little work tonight.”

  “You're working now?”

  I glanced up at him, savoring the strong lines of his profile. “Yeah, I usually do. I wanted to review some of the materials Suzanne sent over for your new project, so we can prep press releases in advance.”

  His eyes flicked down to me and then back up. “Well, I'll be working a little bit as well. If you'd like to stay at the office, that's fine.”

  I nodded, considering my options as we walked. The truth was it would be better to stay at the office. I tried not to bring my work home when it wasn’t necessary. It might be late, but I'd rather take care of it and then go home and relax. As it was, I didn't know if I would relax until I saw through things to the end with Lucas.

  ***

  A while later, I closed my laptop after zapping an email to Suzanne and Danny with some suggestions for the press releases. The building was quiet at night. If I hadn’t known Lucas were here, I’d have simply left. The knowledge of his presence made me hot all over. I felt odd leaving without saying goodnight. Aside from the fact he’d walked me here, he’d also just sent me flying with his fingers.

  I hadn’t even allowed myself to think about what I’d done. I couldn’t. It was too fresh, and he was too near. If I allowed myself to think about it, I’d probably freak out. I stood and smoothed my skirt, locking the outer door to the office suite I shared with Suzanne and stepping into the suite next door. Danny’s office was dark. Lucas had left his door open, and soft light spilled into the waiting room. He was standing by the drafting table, papers strewn across it and his eyes on one of the monitor screens mounted on one side.

  He looked deep in concentration, so I hesitated and started to turn away.

  “Don’t leave,” he said, his words startling me.

  He clicked a key on the keyboard and turned, leaning his hips against the table and curling his hands over the edge.

  From where I stood, a good twenty feet away by the door, it felt as if an electric current lit the air, vibrating between us. My low belly clenched and a wave of heat rolled through me.

  Chapter 8

  Lucas

  I stared across the room at Sophia. She stood in the doorway, her auburn hair still rumpled from our earlier, heated encounter in the elevator. It was going on midnight. I often worked late, that was nothing new. I rarely worked late at the office however. Yet, everything I was doing tonight was driven toward being close to her. I had two lamps on in my office, one on the drafting table and one in the corner by the door. She stood in the doorway, soft light falling across her, her gorgeous auburn hair glinting with gold.

  “Did you need something?” she asked.

  Oh right. I’d just told her not to leave. The air between us felt electric despite the fact she was all the way across the room. It was as if a live wire connected us.

  “Come here,” I said, the words slipping unbidden from my lips.

  My brain went offline when she was around, my body steering the boat through choppy waters of nothing but raw burning need rolling through me. She stared at me and, for a beat, I wondered if she was going to tell me no and turn away. Then, she took a step. Relief scored through me, followed by another bolt of lust. Our little encounter in the elevator had done nothing for my sanity. I'd managed to talk my cock down, but it had been at half-mast since then. Even while I was working and trying to focus for the last two hours, I'd known she was right d
own the hallway with only a wall or two between us.

  I watched as she walked across the room. She moved without artifice. Her sensuality was entirely innate. There was nothing manufactured about it. Perhaps that was what was so refreshing about her. Once you became wealthy, you found yourself surrounded by sycophants—so many people who wanted something from you, women trying to seduce you sexually, and others trying to seduce you monetarily. The superficial became old quickly.

  Sophia had none of those qualities, and I savored that about her. I felt on fire inside and out, my need for her beating inside me like a drum. My heart knocked hard and fast against my ribs. I forced myself to wait, gripping the edge of the table. She walked straight to me and then stopped, perhaps six inches away. Her eyes met mine, darkening as we stared at each other.

  I uncurled my hands and reached for her, sliding one hand into her hair and the other over the sweet curve of her ass. Her eyes flashed, her tongue darted out to lick her lips. I was so hard, it’s a fucking miracle I didn't come right there. Control had never been a problem for me, but with her it was.

  “I want you,” I said.

  Her breath hitched. I could see the wild flutter of her pulse in her neck. She nodded, almost imperceptibly.

  “This is crazy,” she said, her words coming out husky and sending a shot of blood straight to my groin.

  I didn't know how it was physically possible, but my cock got even harder.

  “Maybe so I replied, but I don't care. I need you. Now.”

  Her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted on a breath. We stood there, staring at each other. I wanted to kiss her, but I needed to see her face. I slid my hand down over her bottom, hooking my fingers along the hem of her skirt and yanking it up quickly. Only then did I discover she wore a thong. In the rush of our encounter in the elevator, I’d missed that detail, so focused was I on sinking my fingers inside of her. Her skin was like silk. I cupped her ass in my palm, before dragging my fingers over the delectable curves, squeezing into her skin and arching my hips into the apex of her thighs.

  A little gasp escaped her mouth, and I loved the sound. I slid my fingers between her thighs, dragging them across the wet silk. I watched her eyes widen. I teased her over the silk for a moment or two, barely in control. Then, I untangled my other hand from her hair and yanked her panties down over her hips. Nudging her back slightly and straightening, I glanced down to see the navy silk of her panties perfectly matched with her fitted skirt. They pooled around her ankles and those sinfully sexy kitten heels she wore. I wanted them to stay right where they were.

  I shifted and moved behind her. “Put your hands on the table,” I ordered.

  I half expected her not to do as I asked, but she didn't hesitate. I was behind her inside of a second, savoring the sweet arch of her spine and that gorgeous, full ass on display for me. I could see the glimpse of pink between her thighs, and my cock hardened at nothing more than that little tease. I knelt down behind her. Sliding my hands up her thighs, carefully easing her legs apart, I groaned at the sight of her pussy. It was pink and glistening from her juices. I ran my hand over the bulge of my cock through my jeans.

  “You are so wet,” I murmured. “Have you been like this all night?”

  A little laugh fell from her lips. “Yes,” she said, glancing over her shoulder, her cheeks pink.

  I dragged my fingers through her folds and then sank one inside of her core, savoring her moan. Her head fell forward, and her hips arched back into me. I dipped my head because I needed to taste her. Flattening my tongue, I dragged it from her clit to the base of her pussy and then back again, adding another finger to join the first. I settled in to taste every inch of her.

  She tasted sweet and tangy, her musky scent like a drug. Her hips rolled into my fingers as I fucked her with them. Just when I thought she might topple over the edge, I drew back. It was an act of will and discipline that I wasn't quite certain I had. I tore my jeans open and freed my cock. Ever prepared, I yanked my wallet out of my back pocket and had a condom on in no time.

  Her breath hitched sharply when I drew away. I paused looking down at her—the cheeks of her bottom were spread, her pussy was drenched and stretched open from my fingers. I held the head of my cock at her entrance and slid it back-and-forth, soaking it in her desire. I needed to know something.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

  “Oh God, no. Don't you dare stop now.”

  I chuckled, a roll of satisfaction coursing through me. I loved knowing she was as helpless in the face of this as I was. I held still for beat, my cock gripped in my fist, and then sank inside, straight to the hilt. She cried out. Her channel was tight, throbbing around my cock. I almost came right then, and I knew she was on the edge too. But I needed this to last a little longer, to wring just a little more of the madness out of my system. I forced myself to hold still, shackling the pounding need driving me. As I felt her core relax around me, I began to move, gripping her hips with my hands, my fingers digging into the soft skin. I meant to take it slow, to have a controlled buildup, but I couldn't.

  I was rough, pounding into her so hard, her thighs bumped into the table. Again and again, she took me inside, arching her hips back to meet me. She rode my cock like she’d been born to it. Before I knew it, my release was upon me. I reached around, dragging my fingers over her clit and pressing with my thumb until I felt her begin to quake around me. She cried out, my name a husky shout. Heat twisted at my balls and at the base of my spine before my release thundered through me. My knees almost gave out. I slapped a hand on the table to catch my balance.

  I stayed there, buried deep inside of her, my breath heaving in unison with hers. As sanity began to filter into my brain, it occurred to me I didn't want to move away from her. In fact, all I wanted to do was spin her around and start all over. This time I wanted to see her face when she came with me buried inside.

  It was a foregone conclusion. I'd lost my fucking mind.

  Chapter 9

  Sophia

  I stood there, my weight held on my palms and Lucas's cock buried deeply inside of me, trying to catch my breath and gather myself. Without him holding me up by the hips and the table under my hands, I'd have melted into the floor. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Not only had I fucked my boss, I'd gone wild and let him fuck me hard and fast. There I was in the office, bent over his drafting table with my skirt shoved up around my waist, my panties around my ankles, and him behind me.

  I'd lost sight of everything around us. Awareness slowly filtered in. I didn't know what I’d expected, but it wasn't what he said next.

  “Come home with me,” he said, his voice raspy in the quiet office.

  I glanced over my shoulder to find him looking down at me, his piercing green gaze dark and intent. There was a hint of vulnerability there. It pinged in my heart. Before thought could interfere, I spoke.

  “Okay.”

  It was Friday. I wouldn't normally be coming into the office tomorrow. I didn't know why I thought that just now, but I did. Lucas held my gaze for another beat and then nodded. He slowly drew back, and I instantly missed the sensation of him filling me. Ever efficient, he disposed of the condom, tucked himself back into his jeans and put my clothes back in place before I even managed to straighten and stand up. My knees wobbled when I did, and he was there, his arm curling around my waist and steadying me at the hip. Next thing I knew, we were walking back down the street.

  Lucas, unlike some executives, appeared to eschew a private limo. I was aware from Suzanne he occasionally used a driver, but most days he walked to the office. It felt good to be out in the cool night air. Even past midnight, the streets still hummed with energy. New York City never slept. He walked at my side, his hand resting on my low back. Inside of a few minutes, we were back at his building. The badass doorman was still on duty. With an impassive expression, he let us in, and Lucas escorted me through the lobby to the main elevators.

  The
elevator whisked us upstairs, letting us out directly into his apartment. I glanced around, taking it in. I supposed it wasn’t a penthouse because it wasn’t on the top floor, but the word apartment didn’t seem adequate. Not that I would have expected anything less, but it was beautiful. We stepped into a tiled entryway. Lucas kicked off his shoes, and I followed suit. He spoke for the first time since we’d left his offices.

  “Let me show you around,” he said, his voice low in the quiet space.

  We stepped through an archway leading into a high ceiling living room. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the skyline of Manhattan, the city lights glittering in the darkness. I could see out past the port with the ocean glimmering under the moonlight in the distance. The flooring was glossy hardwood with plush rugs scattered throughout the space. Muted lights came on as we entered. It was obvious everything was set on motion sensors. The room was decorated with clean, modern lines. The furniture was soft grays and creams with splashes of color in the rugs. A large sectional couch was in the center of the room with a plush ottoman. Shelves lined the walls, containing a mix of books and sculptures. As with the offices, watercolors and photographs of the outdoors were the only artwork adorning the walls, clearly a preference of his.

  A fireplace framed with mosaic glass tiles was the centerpiece on one wall. Lucas walked me through the living room into an absolutely stunning kitchen. The floor was tiled in a soft gray tile, and the counters were topped in granite to match. Stainless steel appliances and a beautiful island with copper cookware hanging from the ceiling above anchored the space. Based on the state of this kitchen, I’d assume Lucas liked to cook, yet it somehow surprised me.

  I glanced up to him. “Do you actually use this kitchen?”

  His mouth hitched at the corner, sending my belly in a slow flip. Dear God, he shouldn't be allowed to smile, not like that. His half-grins were downright dangerous.