I think I can arrange that, but first…
Yes?
I’d like to have a little fun. I want to see that flush on your skin when I see you the first time and know that I put it there.
I thought you’d never ask, she typed, panting already. This, this was real. This desire, this feeling. She could have this, at least. I’m ready, she typed.
Take off your panties, but leave your garter and thigh highs on. You are wearing them, right? he asked.
Yes. She always did. Something about them felt sexy. She just couldn’t appreciate hose.
Beautiful, he typed and she trembled. The word she’d thought she’d hear Michaelangelo say when he saw her skirt hiked up. But he had no place here. This was about Driven—Alexio—and her.
Now, toss them aside, anywhere in your office, but away from you. I don’t want you to be able to get them back on too quick. I like the thought of someone walking in on you, with no panties, bare like I wanted you. Then lift that skirt, around your waist.
She did as he asked with slow fingers, letting the desire build. She read his messages that told her what he wanted. In minutes she had her heels anchored on the edge of her desk, legs spread wide, with her shirt unbuttoned and her bra pulled down. She waited for the next message, not touching herself, not doing anything he hadn’t told her to do.
What next? She struggled to type in her position.
Stay there, until I get there. Send me your address.
She gasped, but she did as she’d been commanded. She’d become someone else with Alexio at the wheel, some wanton woman who looked for pleasure and to please.
What if someone comes in?
Then you will give them a show, now won’t you? Stay there, Tanya. I’ll be there soon.
She smiled at the screen.
I’m waiting.
Fingers still hovering on the keys, she heard a ping and looked up. Her mouth went dry, her body tensing as the one man she never thought she’d see closed her door behind him, carnal promise in his fiery blue gaze.
“My turn,” Michaelangelo said.
Chapter Five
No, Tanya stammered, jumping up from her seat and almost knocking her laptop onto the floor. No, this couldn’t be. There was no way that Michaelangelo know what she and Driven had been typing. No way he could have seen it from the door, even if he got an embarrassing view of her in ways she hadn’t wanted. She stumbled back as he advanced on her. He moved with grace and confidence, his head held high, one slender hand tucked into the pocket of his slacks. He was breathtaking.
He wore a black suit with a crisp navy shirt underneath, a startling white tie and a white lapel handkerchief. It was something that she’d always liked about him, loved about him, his sense of fashion and carriage always said he walked to his own beat. He didn’t follow, he led. She’d watched him master rooms and talk CEOs out of their companies. She watched him mesmerize women with a crooked smile and smooth words. Always watched. She knew she wasn’t meant to do more than that. She was his employee, and nothing more.
This couldn’t be happening.
“Mr. Cortelli, I—”
“Oh mio dio sei serio? Don’t you dare call me that.” His slate blue eyes burned into her as he stalked her through the room, eating up the distance. Her skirt was still up around her waist, the cool air kissing her bottom, and her shirt gaped open. What a mess. What an absolute mess he found her in.
“With my words still ringing in your head? With the pleasure I gave you singing in your veins? You would separate us now?” he asked, his voice low and harsh.
“I know I shouldn’t have been doing this at work. I’m sorry. I will pack my things immediately.” Tanya pulled her skirt down as best she could, face flaming as she stood up.
“If you take one more step I’ll spank that ass you had the temerity to cover when I didn’t give you permission to.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“Try me, Hungry. Just try me.”
“How?”
“I’m the goddamn CEO, Tanya. Any unusual access to the company Wi-Fi is brought to my attention because of the sensitive information our servers protect. It takes IT not even thirty minutes to pinpoint the location of the access. And, to find it was one of my own employees.”
“But I didn’t start bringing my laptop to work until…” She let her voice trail off.
“Until after you met DrivenToPlease. You are an extremely intelligent woman, so I don’t believe it should take you very long to figure out what’s been going on.”
She’d started talking to Driven before she’d dared bring her computer to work. She’d done that when Michaelangelo had begun asking her to stay later to work on things with him over the last couple of months. But if he hadn’t known who she was before that, and kept things going with her after she’d opened her heart to him, then…
“You’ve been sitting back laughing at the fat girl in the room haven’t you? The stupid assistant with jungle fever? Who is Alexio?” Tanya raged.
“What is wrong with you? Do you think so little of yourself, so low of yourself, that I could not have possibly wanted the exact woman I was talking to?”
“You didn’t tell me your real name,” she huffed.
“My birth name is Michaelangelo Alexio Cortelli,” he said, glaring at her.
“You didn’t know who I was at first,” Tanya argued as she backed into her desk, Michaelangelo stepping right into her personal space. She could smell him, feel his heat seeping into her. If she took a deep breath they would touch. She had to strain her neck to look up at him as he towered over her, his jaw clenched and anger flaring in his eyes.
“You didn’t know who I was either. But, just like you, I needed an outlet. A way to get a woman out of my system that I never should have wanted. And then, I found out that my release, the one I gained so much pleasure with, was the very woman I was running away from,” he whispered, lifting his hands. Tanya closed her eyes as his palms gripped her face. He smelled of expensive cologne and raw male. But she couldn’t believe, couldn’t hope to think what he was saying was true.
“But you’ve had women, I know it,” she said.
“Trophies on my arm when I tried to force myself away from what morality said I shouldn’t touch. Mio dio, Tanya, you are my subordinate. I’ve broken so many rules already. But I couldn’t stay away.”
“You know then…what I feel?”
“And you know how I feel. But you aren’t ready to say it now, I see that. Let me show you. Give me this chance to show you how much I have been waiting to have you. Just you. Only you. Il mio amore.”
Chapter Six
She didn’t get a chance to answer before his mouth took hers. Everything in her crumbled, broke apart and was reshaped by this man. His lips slid against hers before his tongue pushed deep inside. He tasted of peppermint and sweetness. Of power and desire. His tongue dueled wetly with hers and she clung to him, unable to deny her desire. He was real, larger than life. She had never touched him, never thought that she could.
As his lips left hers and he nipped at the sensitive flesh of her neck, she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. She could feel the power in his body ripple under her fingers as she worked at the buttons of his shirt. She wanted to see him. If this was going to be her chance, her only chance, she wanted to take it. She didn’t believe that he loved her. He couldn’t. This had been a game to him, but she knew that she loved him, that he was the man of her dreams. She’d leave after this moment, but she’d have this chance of happiness, something to take with her in the long nights she’d have without him.
With one swipe, Michaelangelo swept everything off her desk. She gasped when her computer crashed to the ground, but he didn’t let her argue. With a whispered “I’ll buy you another one,” he claimed her mouth again. His hands blazed a trail down her waist and then pulled her shirt from her skirt before stripping it off her. In minutes, it seemed, she was topless, her breasts crushed against hi
s naked chest and she gasped, her head spinning. She broke the kiss, long enough to look down. She wanted to see them touching, see their connection.
To see her darker flesh against his olive complexion was the most erotic things she’d ever known.
“I told you, perfect,” he whispered, and then lifted her onto her desk. With deft hands he pushed her skirt up her thighs. He tugged until it was back up around her waist.
“I like it like that,” he said, smiling and her heart melted. He looked boyish, carefree, for such a rich and powerful man. But, in this moment, he was hers.
“Do you?” she purred, her internet personality pushing forward now that she’d made the decision to have him.
“Yes. I believe you had your wishes fulfilled. It’s my turn.”
“Why yes, it is. What do you want me to do for you?” she asked coyly, running her fingers down his stomach and flicking the button of his slacks open. The sounds of the zipper slowly opening was loud in the room as he watched her. Was he as good as her fantasy? Would she be enough for him?
She pushed at his slacks and underwear until they fell to the floor, forgotten. He’s better, she thought, mouth watering. He was a thick as her wrist and long enough to make her weak. Oh yes, she thought, wanting it in her mouth as quickly as possible.
“No, not this time,” Micahelangelo said, seemingly reading her thoughts. “I want you to talk me through it, just like when we chat, so that mouth of yours can get full later.”
Michaelangelo placed his hand in the center of her chest and pushed her back on the desk so she lay down on it with her legs hanging off the side. He took a moment to kick his pants and underwear away before righting her chair. He braced her feet, still in her heels, on the back of her chair after sitting in between them. He pushed the chair closer and gripped her hips.
“I wonder if you taste as good as I dreamed?” he groaned before he sucked her clit into his mouth. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. It felt so much better than her fingers. So much hotter. Her blood pushed through her veins like hot lava. The smell of sex was in the air, and she could hear Michaelangelo slurping at her flesh. She was—
A slap on her ass shocked her out of her thoughts.
“You aren’t talking,” he said, stopping momentarily.
She blinked to clear the haze of pleasure from her mind. “Do you like the way my pussy tastes, Driven?” she asked. Another slap made her flesh sting before he soothed the ache away with a rubbing hand.
“Don’t keep that between us. Angelo. Call me Angelo.”
“Do you like the way I taste, Angelo?” she asked, her breath hitching. No one, absolutely no one called him by his name, let alone a diminutive form.
“Do you want me to come in your mouth?” Angelo groaned against her clit, lapping at her. He stood, licking at her juices, and she cried out at the loss of him.
“Don’t worry, I know what you need, mi amore.” Angelo walked around the desk and stood near her head. She pushed her head back, thinking he would put his cock to her lips, but he didn’t. He fisted it, instead, right over her face and then bent over her and licked the seam of her crotch.
“Keep talking, baby. We aren’t done yet.”
She moaned as she watched him fist his cock over her fast. Watched as he twisted his hand with each downward stroke. He was larger to her, up close like this. She saw his heavy sack if she looked upward, but couldn’t focus on it. Pleasure was streaking through her system as he braced himself with one hand and palmed her breast with the other.
“That’s right. Suck my clit into your mouth. Bite it. Make me come, and then maybe you can come down my throat with that big cock of yours.”
Angelo did as she commanded and her muscles, deep inside, tensed as he tasted her. Cybersex had taken on a whole new meaning in her mind. Before, she’d told him what she’d wanted him to do to create a fantasy. But now, he was enacting her words as he pleasured himself, and she watched. Her heart stuttered in her chest as he licked, sucked, and bit at her clit.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Careful. We are at work,” he said with a chuckle. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, now would we?”
Two can play that game, she thought. She lifted her head slightly and licked his cock where it was exposed under his hand, tasting the slight salt of his flesh where his pre-cum had been spread over his cock. He grunted and she sucked the hardened flesh as she slid, as best she could, up and down his cock.
“God,” he groaned, louder than she had been.
“I see where this is going. Let’s up the stakes, why don’t we?” Angelo stood and came around the desk again. He bent over and picked up her phone he’d scattered on the floor earlier. He pushed a button and Maria, the front desk receptionist, came over the intercom.
“Maria, here. What can I do for you, Ms. Renolds?” Maria asked.
“Maria, I’m in with Ms. Renolds, and she will be taking dictation. We will be all tied up for the next few hours. Please take any calls, and direct all employees that this office will be inaccessible.”
“Certainly, Mr. Cortelli.”
“Taking dictation?” Tanya asked.
“Oh, you will be, right about, now,” Angelo said as he slid inside of her. She cried out, unable to stop herself, as his thick cock pushed its way through her sensitive tissues. She gripped the desk, trying to take him as he moved.
“Relax. I’ve got you. I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “In any way.” He palmed her cheek and forced her to look at him, deep into his eyes.
“This is real, Tanya. I am real. I am the man who loves you, who has loved you for years. I tried to do the right thing, tried to let you go, but you’ve wrapped me up inside. I couldn’t stay away. And when I found out who you were online I thought that maybe we had a chance. That you felt the same way about me and we could make this work. Stay with me. Let me make you the happiest woman in the world.”
Chapter Seven
Tanya held on as Angelo pumped within her, screwing his hips for extra sensation. Love and pleasure blended until she couldn’t keep the tears at bay. He loved her. He wanted her, for more than this moment. How could she not believe him when he was stroking into her, staring deep into her eyes? The emotion she saw there was mirrored in her soul. All that time, wasted. All those moments they’d lost because they’d both been too afraid to give in. Afraid of the obstacles in the way.
She could understand why he hadn’t said anything. A man in his business could risk so much by trying to take a woman in his employ. Tanya could have ruined him if she wanted to. She could have made sure that she was well paid in the end, if she was that kind of woman. But she wasn’t, and now he knew that too. Could she hope to imagine that this could work?
She wrapped her arms around him tight, and held him to her chest. He kept his head up so that he could look deep into her eyes, and she didn’t look away. He gripped her hips, tilting her so he could push deeper. They looked at each other, biting away their sounds of pleasure. Her body spiraled as he moved until she was tossed into the sun, her pussy gripping his cock, milking it. He grunted but pushed through. Each deep dig of his cock produced moisture, each twist of his hips drove her wild. She stopped counting her orgasms as her body went lax and her eyes finally closed.
“Now,” he urged and lifted so he was standing. He gripped her thighs and pushed them close to her chest. He pounded into her core, hitting some spot deep within her that she’d never known existed. She held on, trying her best not to scream and he moved. He panted above her, moving faster and faster within her until he was crying out, a choked sob, and she felt his hot cum shoot inside of her.
He lay on her, breathing heavily as he pulled her into his arms. She took in his scent, the feel of his body against her. His name on line had been DrivenToPlease, and maybe she should have realized, then, how much even that fit her. She had realized he was so much like the man she’d spent so many years beside. Maybe her own idea that he would never look to her had
blinded her.
“I should have known,” she said aloud.
“What, cara mia?”
“Who you were. You acted like yourself, but I just couldn’t see it.”
“You couldn’t see past your own doubts, any more than I could. But we are here now, and that’s all that matters.”
“Will it be enough?” she asked.
“Do you still doubt it?” he asked, lifting off her and looking down at her. “After all of this, Tanya?” He pulled out of her, and started dressing with angry motions. “For the love of God, I told you that I loved you. Do you love me? Isn’t that enough?”
“Angelo,” she began.
“No, answer the question, Tanya. You told me, when you just thought I was Driven that you loved a man you couldn’t have, a man you worked for. Unless you have another job that I don’t know about, that man is me. Answer me.”
“And what about how it will look to everyone if I suddenly become your woman? They will sneer at me. Think I climbed the ladder by sleeping my way to the top. Your assistant is one of the most coveted jobs in the damn country,” she said as she got off the desk and searched for her shirt and bra. She pulled down her skirt as Angelo watched her.
“You could work for me from home. You don’t have to be in the building. Or you could marry me and what the hell would anyone say to Mrs. Cortelli?”
“Marry you?” Tanya couldn’t think. It was too much to process. She’d just found out that the man she loved was the man she’d been having cybersex with. She then had sex with that same man. To find out that he truly loved her was almost too much to take. Now he was talking about marriage. She’d been use to the idea that Driven was in love with someone else, as she had been. But she was still trying to reconcile everything. How could she make him see?
“Do. You. Love. Me?” Angelo asked again, punctuating his words by hitting the desk as she straightened her clothing and hair.
Did she love him? Yes. Of course. But did she see nothing but obstacles? Nothing but ways for people to hurt him if he took her on? Yes. She didn’t want him to have to face those things because of her. That’s why this had been such a beautiful fantasy.
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