Touch Me Boss: A Single Dad Office Romance

by Aria Ford

  I reached down to unbutton his shorts, releasing him as I gripped him in my hand. I took a quick look around before I ducked down to suck him into my mouth. Stephen groaned as I sucked his tip into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue as he gripped me by the hair.

  “Feels so good,” he told me as I moved down, easing him all the way to the back of my throat. Stephen was one of the largest men I’d slept with, but knowing that I could take him turned me on so much.

  I moved up and down, sucking slow and deep as I felt him grip me harder. I wondered how long it had been for him as he let out noises with my every movement and hardened further.

  “I’m going to come, Mandy. I’m so fucking close,” he whispered roughly.

  I responded by sucking him deeper as he let out a low, guttural moan. His orgasm was explosive and filled my throat, spilling over into my mouth before I swallowed. I loved the feeling and the power of doing this to him. I sank down on him, getting every last drop of his release as he stroked my back and let out a long sigh. When I moved up and stared into his eyes, his face wore an expression of wonder.

  “Lean back,” he ordered.

  I moved in the seat and watched as he leaned over to slide his hand under my shirt, cupping my breast over the bra that I wore. I moaned, my body wanting all of him as I wondered about the size of his back seat.

  Stephen lifted my shirt and freed me from it and my bra before he slid his hand inside of my jeans. I spread my legs apart and leaned back, closing my eyes as I let the sensations take over. He stroked my clit as he bit my nipple gently, and I felt pleasure start to wash through me.

  “Stephen,” I cried out as he slipped a finger inside of me, pressing his palm against my swollen nub. The pants were tight and didn’t offer him a lot of room, but it was enough. I was going to come soon and I jerked against him as he moved to my other nipple.

  I cried out as pleasure washed over me, jerking forward while he kept playing with my clit. Stephen made the orgasm last with his hand, and I felt tears come into my eyes as I pressed back against the seat. It wasn’t just a hot moment in a car, not for me. It was the beginning of something beautiful between us.

  Something dawned on me, and I opened my eyes. “Vanessa’s at the theater tonight. We’ll have the place to ourselves for a while.”

  Stephen pulled back to look at me, his eyes heavy with lust. “Your place?” he asked.

  I nodded. “My place.”

  Stephen fixed my clothes, kissing me softly in the process. He pulled his shorts up, and we got back in our places for the ride back to my apartment. A torrent of emotion raced through my veins, and hope filling my heart. The night had been perfect so far.

  He pulled into the parking lot and we headed to the apartment, and I realized that my hands were shaking as I unlocked my door. Stephen helped me inside and pressed me against the wall as he kissed me, his tongue sweeping my mouth. I’d swallowed him not that long ago, but Stephen didn’t seem to care. He tasted me hungrily.

  I dropped my keys and purse onto the ground before I pulled him closer to me. Stephen gripped my hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss even further. He pulled away from me as he lifted me against his body, pressing his forehead to mine. “I want to spend the night. I think I can tell Danielle that I’ll be home early tomorrow morning. Do you want that?”

  “Yes,” I replied as he leaned down and picked me up before carrying me to my room.

  I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling up at him.

  “God, you’re beautiful. Did you know that?” He nipped at my lips.

  “No, but thank you for telling me.” I found my footing as he set me down beside the bed and reached for me.

  “No thanks needed, Mandy.” He pulled me close and worked to strip me down as I returned the favor. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine as he wrapped his strong arms around me. The feel of his naked body pressed to mine was almost too much.

  “I want you,” I moaned against his mouth and lifted my leg to hook it around his hip.

  “Good. You’re going to get me.” He glanced down between us and stroked his cock once before pressing his thick head against my clit and dragging it down my wetness. The sound of his phone buzzing somewhere down the hall had us both pulling back like two school kids caught in the act.

  I sank down to the mattress in disappointment as he moved back and turned, looking down the hall as if lost to indecision.

  “You should get that,” I told him softly.

  The phone rang again, and he got up and walked down the hall to get it. I could hear his muffled voice, but not what he said. By the tone, I knew it wasn’t good. I pulled my legs to body, knowing that our night was ending.

  He walked back down the hall and moved to the bed, giving me a sorrowful look. “That was Danielle. Brandon is sick with the flu or something and wants me home. I’m so sorry, Mandy. I know that this is a tough situation, and I wish that I didn’t need to leave.”

  I forced a smile on my face. “It’s okay. He’s your son. I’d never ask you to think of me before him.”

  He was a single father, and I had to respect that. I knew that it would be hard as hell. There was no way I could raise a kid alone. I couldn’t resent him.

  “Are you sure? We’ll do this another night, all night. We can wake up together and make breakfast. Next time. I promise.” Stephen leaned down to kiss me softly, sweetly pressing his lips to mine. “I am so glad that you’ve already come tonight. I hate the idea of leaving you hanging.”

  “I’m happy. We had the car time,” I assured him, hiding all of my disappointment as he kissed me again.

  I dressed and walked him to the door, kissing Stephen goodbye before I locked the door.

  I poured some wine and changed into a big T-shirt with some clean shorts. I sank down into the soft couch and stared blankly at the TV. I was supposed to be with Stephen in my bed, snuggling together after we’d made love, but instead I was sitting on the couch.

  “Shut up. His kid has the flu. Get over it.” I downed the glass and forced myself not to think about it. I was being selfish.

  Stephen couldn’t just be mine, and I wouldn’t want him to put me before Brandon. He was a sweet little boy and so eager to learn, making me smile as I thought about how much fun he had a camp.

  I wondered if this could work as I sipped my wine. Was I ready to think about being serious with someone that had a kid? Yeah. I was. I could do this.

  For Stephen and the promise of us being together, I knew I would try.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  One week later

  Stephen

  I dropped my head on my desk and groaned. How the fuck had it been a week since I’d spent any time with Mandy? Between Brandon having a serious stomach bug for half of the week to the point that I stayed home with him, followed by catch-up time on a project revolving around a large business that we wanted to take on.

  I’d been swamped, and it was all about work and spending time with Brandon. There was no time for anything else, no matter how many times I thought about Mandy when I was finally in bed to get a few hours of sleep.

  I couldn’t call her during those times, though. It was too late to text, knowing that she worked as well and had a life beyond that.

  My cell rang, and I grabbed it to see if it was Danielle. Brandon was on his second day at school, and I was so worried that he’d get sick again. It was a violent flu bug that he had and wore us both out.

  It was my brother. I answered the call, knowing that I hadn’t seen him either.

  “Hey, Kevin. What’s up?” I asked as I leaned back in my chair. I was relieved as hell that my son was better and getting back to his schedule.

  “I was making sure that you were still alive. What gives, Stephen?” he asked me as I sighed. I didn’t have a minute to call anyone, much less see them. “You don’t have any kind of social media account for us to stalk. Are you okay?”

  “I am busy as fuck. Brandon got
sick for a few days and only wanted me, and then we got this project at the office that has been brutal.” I didn’t have any social media accounts because I wanted to keep Brandon’s life private. I didn’t want Lacy to have the chance to see what she was missing and had asked my family to respect that.

  “I thought you might be busy with Mandy,” Kevin said, reminding me of what an ass I’d been. “You guys looked so good together at the game.”

  “I haven’t had time for anything. I haven’t even called her,” I admitted. “It was a shit move, but I’ve been drowning at work and home.”

  “Did you sleep with her?” he asked me since we hadn’t discussed it yet. I really hadn’t had time to talk to anybody.

  “I did. Before the game,” I confessed as he let out a low curse.

  “Damn it, Stephen. That’s a long time. I know that girls like a little mystery, but a whole week? I think I tried that shit on Terry in the beginning for something like three days, and she rode my ass up and down.” He paused, and I frowned at the numbers on my computer that were starting to blur before my eyes. “Mandy is a special girl. You’re going to lose her, Stephen.”

  “I probably already did,” I replied, feeling like we didn’t even work at the same company for as little as I saw her. “I don’t know what the hell I’m even doing, Kevin. I don’t know how to date.”

  “I know that the thing with Lacy hurt and I will always feel bad about that. I know that you don’t take dating lightly with Brandon and everything going on, but you looked happy with her. She looked happy with you.” I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear the serious tone in his voice.

  “How am I supposed to balance it all?” I asked him as I closed my eyes.

  “I don’t know, but if it’s worth it, you need to find a way.” Kevin’s words were honest at least.

  “I know, Kevin. I hope that this all ends soon. I feel like I’m losing myself.” We talked for a little longer, arranging a tentative dinner for that weekend with Mom. She missed Brandon and me, and I needed to see her.

  I left to get some coffee after the call, needing to move. I looked down the hall to see Mandy leaving Stella’s office and coveted her gorgeous legs in the red dress that she was wearing. My cock stirred back to life as I stared at her, forgetting why I left my office at all.

  Coffee. I needed coffee.

  I saw her turn her head and meet my gaze, a frown marring her pretty face. I waved her over, and Mandy looked back toward the door as if someone was telling her something. She looked back at me and headed my way as I ducked into the break room to make that coffee. I looked back to make sure that Mandy was waiting for me as I started the machine, tapping my foot.

  We walked to my office quietly, ignoring the curious looks that everybody sent our way. The night at happy hour had started some talk about us being in a relationship, though I was sure that my lack of being seen anywhere but my office working my ass off. When she walked inside of my office, I closed the door and watched as she sat down, smoothing her skirt with heavy hands. “I’m sorry, Mandy.”

  She stared at the floor, the pain on her face was clear to me. “It’s been a week, Stephen. It’s not that I expected you to be knocking at my door the second you were free, but a call would have been nice. A text would have been great. I certainly didn’t think I would end up feeling used by you.” Her voice was soft, but I could still hear the pain in it.

  Fuck me for being an idiot.

  “I’m sorry, Mandy. Brandon was sick, and then this goddamn project has kept me going for hours every day. I barely have time to see him after work and before school. I’ve been on my own with him for so long that I don’t know how to balance anything.” I sank into my chair.

  “I don’t date a lot, either. I don’t know what I’m doing, but no contact for a week doesn’t seem right.” She finally looked up at me, changing the subject. “Is he feeling better? Brandon?”

  “He had the flu. He was so sick for a few days that all he did was sleep in my bed with me. It was relaxing and exhausting all at once.” I knew how tired I sounded, but it was only a fraction of how I felt. “Then there’s this project that’s been keeping me here for long hours. I’ve been so tired, and I was thinking about you, but my free time was always so late at night. I’m sorry. Again.”

  She sighed as she leaned back. “Apology accepted.”

  “Look, it's Friday tomorrow. Let’s get dinner after work and catch up. I want to take you out.” I smiled at her, and she nodded.

  “I’d like that.” Mandy took a breath. “I would like to see Brandon again as well. I mean, apart from camp.” I stared at her, both touched and shocked at her words.

  “Get your sexy ass over here,” I told her, loving the sound of her laugh.

  “All right, but only if you promise to not be an asshat again.”

  “I promise.” I reached for her as my heart lightened a little.

  She got up and walked over, climbing into my lap as her dress slid up her legs. I kissed her as I slipped a hand into her hair to pull her closer. Our lips met hungrily as I forgot all about the time apart and I tilted my head to deepen the kiss.

  I didn’t know what I did to deserve her forgiveness. Mandy was a special woman, and I was so damn lucky to have her in my arms. “Thank you,” I murmured against her lips.

  “I know that we’re new at this. I know that we’re busy and you have Brandon, we have work and life is crazy.” She looked at me and kissed me again. “I think that I need sex a little more than once a week. No. I know that I do. I want you as much as I can have you.”

  “I second that. It’s lonely at night thinking about you.” I kissed her again and pulled her against me. Every wet dream I’d had lately resurrected, and I wanted to strip her down and take her against the glass windows in my office. “I don’t see why we should wait, to be honest. I think we should lock the door and get a head start on things.”

  Mandy laughed, and I looked into her face, feeling more alive than I had in a long time.

  I wanted to make this work with her and to take her in my office; on my desk, in my chair, and anywhere else that I could think of. After having a taste of Mandy, I wanted more. I wanted all that I could get.

  CHAPTER FORTEEN

  Mandy

  I did get up and make sure that the door was locked. It was close to the end of the day, and everyone would be leaving, giving us some privacy. I turned and looked at Stephen, who was leaning back and unbuttoning his slacks.

  All the desire that I pushed away after not hearing from him for that week roared to life inside of me. I strode back to him, licking my lips.

  Was it smart to have sex with someone in your office that you worked with? Was it a good idea to risk losing your job of just a few weeks because you couldn’t keep your hands off someone?

  Probably not, but I didn’t care.

  I approached his chair and dropped to my knees, sliding his pants down to get to him. Stephen scooted forward eagerly, and I leaned over him, licking his shaft from the base to the tip several times. Had it really been a week since I had him like this?

  I sucked him down my throat as he fisted my hair. Stephen gasped as I moved, my mouth so tight around him that it almost hurt.

  I thought about the night when I was alone in bed, replaying our night together. I touched myself when it got to be too much, trying to make myself come as hard as Stephen did. It never worked, but at least it was some relief.

  I tried to hate Paul when he hit on me at work, but it was in humor. He was the comic relief around the office, and while I was certain that he noticed I wasn’t spending time with Stephen, I didn’t think he meant it. Nor did I think he’d turn me away if I agreed to any of his crazy suggestions.

  It didn’t take too long to realize that I didn’t want anyone other than Stephen. I had never wanted anyone other than Stephen in my life, something I finally realized being without him.

  I took him harder in my mouth, working his cock fast. Stephe
n cried out my name as he jerked forward, filling my mouth and throat with his release. I licked him clean before moving back to rest on my knees. I’d never been promiscuous in my life, but there was something about him that made me crazy.

  “That felt so damn good, Mandy. Come here. Now.” I was wet and throbbing but somehow managed to stumble to my feet. He helped me onto his desk and pushed my skirt back before tugging my panties down my thighs. He left his pants down, his cock thick and slick with wetness from my attention moments before.

  Stephen spread my thighs open and parted my folds as I dropped to the smooth surface behind me. I stayed on my elbows, so I could watch him enjoy me.

  “Stephen,” I whimpered and tensed as his hot breath brushed across my pussy. I’d shaved the night before, and he seemed to enjoy the look—a lot.

  “We’re not getting interrupted this time.” He glanced up and licked the side of his mouth as he dragged a finger down my slit. “Come hard for me, okay?”

  “Of course,” I released the breath that I’d been holding, feeling selfish for wanting him so damn bad. Last time couldn’t be helped, and I knew that. I was good with it.

  He leaned in, finding my clit with his tongue and stroking it firmly as I moaned. It felt so damn good, and I reminded myself of where we were as I felt his hands spreading me further for him. I dropped my legs down and grabbed at his hair, needing to feel him.

  Stephen licked me, taking the time to suck me into his mouth. I groaned, needing his attention more than anything. I was so sensitive and turned on that I felt weak with it. I was frozen as my pulse spiked, and my orgasm swelled in my stomach.

  He must have sensed how close I was, and slipped a finger inside of me, tapping my G-spot with force. That combined with his tongue tapping my clit was all I needed to explode.

  I gripped his hair harder and cried out, praying that nobody was there. Stephen latched his mouth on me and sucked all the sweet juices in as I bit my lip to silence my scream. I shook under his touch, and he chuckled darkly, but didn’t let up.