Work It
Marilyn Campbell
Cory knows she has an amazing boss. Jeff is considerate, generous and a true pleasure to work for. Unfortunately, he’s also the sexiest man she’s ever known, and being so close to him every day without being able to touch has turned into pure torture.
Jeff believes Cory is the ideal assistant, always willing to accommodate. For some time he’s been fantasizing about personal things he wishes Cory would do for him. Letting her know that, however, has been out of the question…until she turns in her resignation and admits it’s because she wants something more from him. The instant they realize they want the same thing, they don’t waste another second before acting out their office fantasies.
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Work It
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Work It Copyright © 2011 Marilyn Campbell
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Electronic book publication March 2011
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Work It
Marilyn Campbell
Chapter One
“Coralee!”
Cory Servwell cringed at the sound of her boss’s annoyed shout. Jeffrey Farmer raised his voice over so many things lately she no longer scurried into his office to take care of the problem. This time, however, she knew exactly why he had yelled using her full name.
She had waited until the end of the day, after the rest of the staff had gone home, to slip the letter into his inbox. Hoping to delay the confrontation a few seconds longer, she pressed the intercom button. “Yes?” She imagined the subsequent pause was needed for him to unclench his teeth before speaking.
“Come in here please.”
“Just a moment. I need to—”
“Now!”
She disconnected the intercom, rose from her chair and smoothed her lightweight aqua dress. It was the most feminine thing she owned. The fitted top showed off her full bosom, the swishy skirt brought attention to her rounded bottom and the semi-sheerness of the delicate fabric was subtly suggestive. White, strappy high-heeled sandals completed an ensemble that should have had her feeling quite pretty. Out of habit she glanced at her reflection in the glass window to make sure her shoulder-length brown hair was under control. Silly girl. If he hadn’t noticed how she looked by now… Straightening her shoulders, she walked into his office with false bravado.
“Close the door.”
There was nothing unusual about the direction, except for its abrupt delivery. Closing the office door was his way of ensuring that no one would interrupt them during their daily conferences.
The little confidence she had slipped away when she met his narrow-eyed glare. He looked really upset, maybe even angry. His hazel eyes had faded to a dull brown and she could tell by how mussed his dark blond hair was that he’d run his fingers through it in frustration. And yet she still thought he was the sexiest man on the planet.
“What is this?” he asked, shaking the paper in his hand.
Cory swallowed dryly. “It’s my letter of resignation. I thought it was very clear.”
He frowned at the one and only sentence on the sheet. When he spoke again his voice had lost the sharpness and he was clearly bewildered. “I had no idea you were unhappy. I thought we were a good team.”
Her heart squeezed in her chest. “I’m not…it’s not…” She hadn’t expected it to be so hard to lie about her motivation.
“Have you had another offer? At least give me a chance to counter it.”
“There’s nothing to counter. I could never find a job with better pay or benefits.”
He scratched his head, ruining the last vestige of his neatly styled cut. Shoving his chair back from his desk, he rose with a jerk. “Then it’s got to be something I did. Or is it something I didn’t do? Did I miss something important?”
She had to smirk at that. “You? The man who has never forgotten to have flowers delivered on my birthday or our anniversaries of working together? Or who sent me to a spa for a weekend after my divorce was final? Seriously, half the assistants in the building would take a cut in pay to work for you.”
He strode around his desk and stopped short a foot away from her. Her breath caught as the seductive smell of clean male and spicy aftershave threatened to overwhelm her good sense. He was so close she had to tip her head back to meet his gaze. As happened all the time, his nearness was an aphrodisiac that clouded her mind and sent velvety tendrils out to tease her nipples and slither between her thighs.
For a moment it looked as if he were about to grasp her but he shoved his hands into his slacks pockets instead. In their three years working together, he had never once intentionally touched her. It was totally respectful and politically correct but it was that same avoidance that had finally driven her over the edge.
“Please, Cory. Just tell me what the problem is and I’ll fix it.”
Oh how she wished it was that easy. She felt her cheeks flush as she considered how he could fix her problem and she had to take a few steps back and turn away from him before replying. “Actually, I got the impression you were hoping I’d quit. I thought that was why you were barking at me all the—”
“What? Why on earth would I want you to quit?” He grasped her upper arm and turned her back toward him.
Cory was so stunned that he had touched her—was still touching her—that she barely heard the words that followed.
“That would be like hoping to lose my right arm.”
His hold on her gentled and his thumb moved up and down over the crook of her arm causing a field of goose bumps to rise. Her whole being was suddenly focused on that small spot. The way his expression softened told her he noticed the response and was somehow pleased.
He added a slight movement of his fingers so his whole hand was now caressing her skin as he continued. “I can’t imagine working every day without you being here. You’re not only smart and organized and a step ahead of me half the time, but you…” He appeared to be searching for the right words but instead of completing his thought he withdrew his hand and shook his head.
Something in his voice struck a familiar, emotional chord within her and she placed her hand on his forearm. Even through the shirt sleeve she felt the heat of his body beckoning her to come closer. “I…what? What were you about to say?”
“It’s not important.” He started to turn away but she tightened her hold.
He met her gaze and, for the first time, she thought she saw a reflection of her own unrequited desire. There was only one way to find out if she w
as right. “I wasn’t completely honest a moment ago. I am leaving because of you. Or rather, because of something I want from you…but can’t have.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” he said with a frown.
She felt the muscle beneath her fingers tense but he made no attempt to reclaim his arm.
“I don’t remember you asking me for anything. Why would you say you can’t have it?”
“Because…” She closed her eyes and took a slow breath. She wanted to answer him with an explicit demonstration of what she wanted from him. One step and she could press herself against his lean body, test the firmness of his butt in her hands and discover if he tasted as good as he looked.
She controlled the urge by reminding herself that he’d never done anything to suggest he was attracted to her despite the electrical vibe currently passing between them. “I never asked because if you turned me down or gave me what I wanted just to keep me from quitting, well, that would be much worse than my not asking at all.”
She’d never tried to hide her feelings from him. He had just never really looked…until that moment. Slowly his expression relaxed and she could tell the instant her vague explanation made sense to him.
Holding her gaze with his, he cocked his head and arched one eyebrow. “What if there was also something I wanted from you?” His hand tentatively covered hers where it rested on his arm.
Her pulse rate raised a notch. Was it possible? Could he want me for more than my administrative skills? “You never said anything.” His mouth curved into the grin she had come to love and her lips parted as though they knew she was about to be kissed.
“There are some pretty strict rules concerning what I’ve been thinking about and if I did anything to offend you, not only would I feel horrible but the ramifications—”
“Ramifications?” By now she was pretty sure they were both thinking about ramming something of his into something of hers but first they had to stop talking about what they weren’t saying to each other. “After all this time, you should know I’m not that easily offended.”
“Perhaps, but then I’ve been very, very careful around you. Now it looks like I may have been too careful. Maybe a little test would help set some acceptable boundaries here. Tell me, Ms. Servwell, how would you react if I did this?” His hand cautiously raised and his fingers threaded through her hair then paused at her nape.
A shiver shot straight down her spine from his fingertips. Her eyes closed as she marveled at the intense sexual reaction she felt from such a simple gesture. Her nipples contracted so swiftly it felt as though they had been physically tweaked and a second later her clit swelled in hungry response. She could barely breathe let alone speak but he had asked her a question. And she needed to give him an answer.
Chapter Two
“Coralee?” The fingers at the base of her neck applied the slightest pressure.
She had fantasized about him saying her name like that—soft, uncertain, filled with need. She took the step that brought them within a breath of each other and the heady scent of him sent away the last of her modesty. Her hands moved to his waist then found their way up the front of his dress shirt over his contracted nipples and around his neck. His sharp inhale sent a ripple of anticipation through her.
“Well, Mr. Farmer, if you did that, I’d only have one word to say to you.” Rising on her toes and drawing his head down, she whispered, “Yes.”
In a heartbeat his mouth pressed down on hers and his arms enveloped her so tightly there was no space left between them. His lips felt tender, yet moved over hers with an urgency born of waiting much too long.
Cory wanted to experience everything she’d dreamed about all at once and she wanted him to understand that there was no need to wait for any of it. The instant he gave her an opening her tongue pushed through. He sucked it fully into his mouth and she allowed him to savor that small part of her while she enjoyed the feel of his body moving and changing against hers. Moments later his tongue pushed hers back, receded and thrust forward again.
His kisses were as perfect as she had thought they would be but she had been wrong to ever think being kissed by him would be enough. It wasn’t possible to be satisfied with his hot, wet tongue fucking her mouth when she felt his cock growing, stretching, hardening against her lower abdomen.
Of course she had wondered about it. Was it average or large, thick or long? Would he ease it into her body gently, inch by inch, or ram it in hard and fast? Her uterus contracted in preparation and she shifted her hips to send him the message that she was definitely available for the meeting he was proposing.
Needing no further encouragement, his hands grasped her ass, lifted and pulled her hard against his erection. He was as prepared and ready as she was.
There were so many things she had fantasized about him doing to her. His hands molding her breasts, his fingers skimming over her naked flesh, his mouth playing with her pussy until she was incoherent with desire… She looked up into his eyes, now darkened with desires of his own and her selfish thoughts disintegrated. All she really wanted was to give him an experience he would never forget.
Without giving it another thought, her fingers yanked at his belt buckle and the hook and zipper of his slacks. Foreplay was now completely out of the question. As far as she was concerned the last three years were all the foreplay she needed. She just wanted his cock deep inside her cunt as quickly as she could get it there.
She had his pants and briefs dropped before he realized how far ahead of him she was. The moment he caught up, however, he spun her around so that her back was against his chest and she was facing his desk. With his hardened penis moving against her bottom, his hands ran up the front of her body and kneaded her full breasts through her dress. She moaned with appreciation as her nipples tightened and he squeezed more possessively.
“You like?” he asked unnecessarily.
Rather than answer, she reached between their bodies to grasp his cock but no sooner did she find it than he caught both her wrists, nudged her forward and placed her hands on the edge of his desk.
“Stay,” he murmured. “I’ve wanted this for too long. I won’t be able to make it good for you if you touch me.”
Instead of obeying, she turned around in his arms and nudged him a few inches backward. Wordlessly, she reached under her dress and yanked down her panties. When she wrapped them around his arousal and slowly pulled the damp crotch along his length, he was too surprised to stop her. Instead, her audacity was rewarded with a groan of forced restraint and a drop of pre-cum.
“What would be good for me,” she said, her voice husky with passion, “would be for you to get to the point as soon as possible.” She turned her back on him again, flipped up the skirt of her dress and leaned forward onto the desk.
This time it took him less than a second to get with the program. Palming her bottom, he spread the cheeks enough to nestle his erection between her warm flesh then his hands returned to the front of her body. He kneaded her breasts with obvious appreciation but she rocked impatiently against him and his right hand zipped down to the heart of her need.
As soon as he discovered how wet her pussy was, he went to work, alternately stroking and circling the tiny nub. It was impossible for her to remain still. As her breathing quickened, her hips shifted and tilted to enjoy both the skill of his hand and the promise of the swollen muscle pushing against her ass. Faster and faster his fingers danced, swiftly taking her from arousal to mindlessness. It was all of her fantasies about him rolled into one but as much as she wished, she couldn’t prolong the glorious sensation. Unexpectedly he pinched both a nipple and her clit at the same time and she moaned aloud with the ultimate thrill as her cream flowed over his fingers.
While continuing the sensuous massage with a lighter, less hurried touch, his hips eased back, his cock pressed to her opening and in one smooth move her vagina was filled with his sex. That channel was still pulsing with orgasm when he pulled almost all the way ou
t then plunged to her depths. When he repeated the hard thrust, he again simultaneously pinched her two nerve points. She cried out in surprised pleasure as a secondary peak overtook her. If she hadn’t been so magnificently impaled, she might have collapsed.
Only when her heartbeat quieted a bit did she fully realize his engorged penis was steadily sliding in and out of her drenched pussy. She also noticed that his hands were clenched on her hips as though it required all his strength not to bring his own release without her active participation.
She clenched her vaginal muscles and began pushing against his motion, perfectly matching his rhythm. It was clearly his turn but as he picked up the pace and power of his thrusts, she found herself being aroused once again, partly by the way his cock throbbed and flexed inside her while his fingers continued to toy with the sensitive flesh outside. However, the intensity of her arousal was being triggered by the supremely exciting knowledge that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him and now she was about to make him come.
She was finally going to get what she really wanted from him.
As though aware of her thoughts, he tightened his grip on her hips even more and escalated from controlled back-and-forth movements to frantically pounding his rigid sex into her welcoming softness. Within seconds she was climaxing a third time as he groaned with his own explosive release.
Neither spoke as they caught their breath or while Jeff untangled himself from his clothing and used his boxer shorts as a towel for both of them. It took Cory a bit longer to regain the ability to stand without support.
It took all his willpower and a good deal of strength to walk over to the office door and lock it. He wasn’t the least bit surprised he hadn’t thought to do that. His brain hadn’t been functioning on all cylinders around Cory for some time. There had never been a doubt in his mind that if given the chance to hold her in his arms, there would be no holding back on his part. What he was totally surprised by was that she had wanted him just as badly.
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