Twisted by the Boss (Tempted Series Book 4)

by Hazel Kelly

  He worked my ass against him until I was buzzing all over.

  “I’m gonna come,” I whispered in his ear.

  He stuck his hands up my shirt and wiggled them under my bra, pinching my nipples once he’d found them.

  “Come for me, Ella,” he said.

  I fell forward onto him and started to shake but he only let me ride out my orgasm for a second.

  In one swift movement, he lifted me off his dick and stood to sweep everything off his desk.

  Before I could tell him what a grand gesture it was, he grabbed me and bent me over. I could feel one of his hands pinning my chest down.

  He used the other to guide himself inside me.

  Chapter 14: Will

  I’d been having fucking wet dreams about having her this way, bent over my desk where I could fuck her until my balls were raw from smacking against her perfect ass. I couldn’t wait to show her how deep I could go when I took her from behind.

  And that’s exactly what I was doing. Taking her. She hadn’t even put up a fight or run away this time. Cause she wanted it. She fucking needed it as bad as I did.

  She was tighter than ever as I slid inside her. When I hit her core she let out a little cry, and the sound filled me with desire. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around the front edge of my desk, and I lifted her hips with both hands.

  Part of me wanted to take it easy, to let her feel every inch of me as I massaged her from the inside out. Plus, I needed to get her all warmed up so she would be able to handle it when I really unleashed my cock. I knew once the pressure became too great, it would be impossible for me to be gentle.

  I was so backed up with longing for her I was afraid I might pump her so full she would burst, but that couldn’t be helped. I didn’t fucking care at this point. All I cared about was the fact that my dick was finally back where it was supposed to be, tightly wrapped in her perfect little snatch.

  I smacked her ass hard enough for it to sting and watched her face wince. She deserved to feel a little pain for making me miss her like I had. Soon, my dick was so hot from the friction I thought I might start a fire if I didn’t finish myself off, but I didn’t want to let her go just yet. Not when I’d waited so long to have her again. I pulled out for a second and slapped my dick against her ass a few times.

  She used the opportunity to catch her breath.

  Then I slid right back inside her at speed, fucking her while I reached around and fondled her hot clit. Each time I touched it her whole body jolted against me. Finally, I pulled her back, burying myself inside her and emptying myself there.

  I collapsed back in my chair, leaving her bent over and panting.

  “I wish you could stay like that on my desk all the time,” I said, staring at her swollen pussy.

  She pushed her arms up and lowered her feet to the floor.

  Before she could push her skirt down, I pulled her back into my lap so she was straddling me again.

  I stared at her red face and pushed her hair behind her ear. “I don’t know about you, but I feel a whole lot better.”

  “Yeah,” she said. “I needed that more than I realized.”

  I dragged two fingers across her clit where my cum was dripping out of her and raised them to her lips.

  She took them in her mouth and closed her eyes, making me want to have her all over again. “You taste good, too,” she said.

  “Jesus, woman. You’ll make me hard again.”

  “Don’t you dare,” she said. “I have work to do.”

  “I owe you an apology, Ella,” I said before I could stop myself.

  “I think you owe me several apologies.”

  “I have no right to tell you who you can and can’t see.”

  She swallowed. “Why didn’t you just tell me he was your son?”

  I opened my mouth to speak.

  “Why didn’t you tell me that you had a son in the first place?”

  I slung my hands around her lower back. “I didn’t think it would ever come up.”

  She shook her head and stood up, pushing her skirt down over her beautiful hips. “You didn’t think it would ever come up or you didn’t think I would be interested to know that?”

  “Both, I guess.” I stood and went over to pick up my clothes.

  “How can you even say that, Will?”

  The subtle change in her tone made the hairs on my neck stand up. “What do you mean?” I asked, enjoying one final view of her thighs as she pulled her underwear back on.

  “I bet your friends know you have a kid.”

  “He’s not a kid,” I said, stepping into my boxers. “He’s a man as you know all too well.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing. I’m just saying that if he were a kid, he wouldn’t have caught your eye.”

  She rolled her eyes. “What you mean is I’m not important enough to you to be privy to that information.”

  “You didn’t ask,” I said, pulling my pants up. “If you had, I would have been honest with you.”

  “I want to believe that.”

  “Don’t feel left out. I hardly ever mention him to anyone. We’re not close.”

  She looked at me like she wasn’t satisfied yet with my explanation.

  “I haven’t been a part of his life for a long time.”

  “Well rest assured he’s your son.”

  “Why do you say that?” I asked, heading back over to the mess I’d made on my desk.

  “He’s just like you.”

  My eyes shot up. “In what way?”

  “Settle down,” she said. “I just mean he’s relentless.”

  “Oh.”

  “And charming.”

  “I see.”

  “And totally up to no good.”

  I smiled.

  “And he smiles just like that.”

  “Well we’re not totally the same.”

  She leaned down to pick up her compliment cards. “How’s that?”

  “He doesn’t care about you as much as I do.”

  Her face scrunched up. “Of course he doesn’t. I barely know him.”

  “That’s not what I mean.”

  “What do you mean then?” She turned towards me, putting a hand around the back of her neck.

  “He’s not looking for anything serious. He’s a young man. He’s just out to get laid.”

  “He told you that?”

  “He doesn’t have to.”

  “So what are you telling me for?”

  “Cause I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

  “What? I can’t be hearing this right now.”

  I started re-organizing my desk.

  “I understand you not wanting me to date your son. That makes perfect sense, but don’t pretend you give a shit whether I get hurt.”

  “Of course I do.”

  “For a smart guy, you sure can be an idiot.”

  I stopped organizing and looked at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “No one is hurting me more everyday than you are, Will.”

  “What are you talking about? What the hell was all this then? I thought we just made each other feel good.”

  “Just because something feels good doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

  I furrowed my brow. I was in no mood to talk in riddles.

  “Think about it,” she said. “I’ll give you plenty of time and space to do so.”

  “Let’s not go back to ignoring each other and being petty.”

  “You’re the only one who’s being petty.” She pointed at me. “You’re the one who’s more worried about semantics than following your heart.”

  “You’ll have to forgive me. I’m not following you at all.”

  She pursed her lips.

  I walked around my desk and went up to her so I could rest my hands on her shoulders. “Ella.”

  “What?” she asked, looking at me like she already knew she wasn’t going to like what I had to say.
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br />   “What we have is enough,” I said. “Just the way it is. Hell, it’s more than enough. It’s more than most people get in a lifetime.”

  She shook her head. “I get that it’s enough for you, and if I didn’t care about you as much as I do, it would be enough for me, too.”

  “What is it that you want from me?” I asked, letting my arms drop to my sides. “What is it that you want that I’m not giving you?”

  Her eyes turned down at the corners. “I want you to want me unconditionally, not just at my best. I want to believe that you’d still want to be with me if you knew how boring and cranky I can be.”

  I looked back and forth between her eyes. It was impossible for me to believe that she was ever boring. Though I was starting to understand that she wasn’t always as happy as she pretended.

  “Don’t get me wrong. The sex is amazing.”

  I smiled.

  “But being with you like this it’s-”

  “What?”

  “It’s messing me up,” she said, turning towards the door.

  It was messing me up, too, but I couldn’t tell her that. I didn’t want to look weak. I was still convinced there was some other way, some way to make her comfortable with my conditions. Shit, five minutes ago I could’ve sworn she and I were back to normal without a problem in the world. She was doing my head in.

  She put her hand on the door and turned back towards me. “Will?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you think Emily heard anything?”

  I shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. She gets paid to keep her mouth shut.”

  She smiled, but it wasn’t the kind of smile I wanted her to leave with.

  It was a sad smile, and I never wanted to see it again.

  Chapter 15: Ella

  I felt like I was back at square one. I was pathetic. Weak. I just couldn’t resist him. When he touched me I felt so alive, especially considering how numb I’d been feeling.

  But if fucking your boss was rock bottom, I’d managed to dig a little deeper because I did it when I promised myself I wouldn’t. I let him take me even though I knew it was only for a short ride and that it didn’t mean anything to him.

  I think I was just sick of arguing with him and freezing him out. It was like when I went too long without something sweet and then overdid it as soon as I was left alone with a jumbo Toblerone. He was like a vice that I craved and not giving into him for so long made me lose strength. I mean, to let him fuck me in his office?! During office hours?!

  I was like a fucking junkie.

  I needed help. Or maybe a chastity belt.

  I knew I was too red in the face to sit down at my desk across from Emily so I pretended I was on my way to do something after my meeting with Will. Instead, I went to the abandoned stairwell to be alone and get a grip.

  This wasn’t what I wanted long term. Eventually, I would have no dignity left if I kept letting him fuck me senseless and send me on my way. I felt like some kind of hooker, except I was working days and nights for this guy.

  But god the way he felt when he was giving it to me from behind. It was overwhelming. The last guy who did that was way more excited about it than I was. I probably could’ve worked on a crossword puzzle while he did his thing back there.

  But having Will like that was a full body experience. The way he hit my center radiated all the way out to my fingertips. It was so full on I think the only way I would’ve enjoyed it more would’ve been if I had a gag in my mouth so I had some way to let out the energy he filled me with.

  And he made me feel so sexy. Everything he did exhilarated me- even things I never thought I’d like before- like when he slapped my ass with his dick. I swear to god I thought he’d pulled out a baseball bat for how hard he was. And when he made me taste myself, I felt so crazy. I never thought I would do something like that, but for him I would do anything.

  He made me feel like such a sex kitten. It was a side of myself I never knew before I met him and without him, I was sure it would shrivel away. Not that there was anything wrong with who I was before, but now I knew I hadn’t been living up to my potential. I spent too much of my life denying myself this kind of sexual pleasure. It felt so good I could only assume it was a sin to avoid it.

  If only he felt the same way. If only he wanted me for more than sex. I wanted him way too much to keep going down this road. It was dangerous for me. I already felt crazy. It frightened me to think of how much crazier I would feel if I fell for him even more and then got kicked to the curb and had to see him at work every day.

  Even now, I didn’t have the luxury of knowing if he was using his tongue to wet other pussies and his dick to fill other women with the same pleasure he gave me. How could I keep giving so much of myself to him- sharing all these firsts- when I had no way of knowing for sure if I was just a number to him?

  I stopped pacing on the landing and sat down on the stairs. As far as the physical side of what just happened, the only thing I regretted about it was that I couldn’t see his face when he came inside me.

  I wanted to know if the night we made love was a fluke. I wanted to look in his eyes and see… nothing- just the blank stare of a man mid release. That would make this all so much easier. If I could convince myself that I hadn’t seen the deep affection in his eyes that I thought I saw, I might be able to give up hope.

  After all, hope was really my biggest problem in this situation because it wouldn’t go away. It was still nagging at me, telling me that he was going to realize any minute that he felt more strongly about me than he was letting on. I had hope that he would happily turn his back on the dozens of women that probably chased him every day because I was his favorite woman of all. Was that so much to ask? That I be his favorite person period? Not just his favorite person to fuck.

  It didn’t seem unreasonable to me. What girl didn’t want a fairytale ending? After all, there are no Disney movies about princesses that just fuck the prince for a good time end of story. Casual sex on its own can’t have a happily ever after because relationships that are only about casual sex just evaporate. They don’t evolve. They dissolve.

  And what Will and I had was more than sex. Not that I had any point of comparison or experience to back up that assertion, but I could feel it in my bones. Still, I needed him to admit it to himself before I could ever expect him to admit it to me.

  Otherwise, I would always be the vulnerable one in this relationship. Not that we would ever be totally equal. His wealth and level of success made him powerful in ways I would probably never be, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t be equals in the way we felt about each other.

  Maybe he was starting to come around. “I miss you,” he’d said. “I need you.” But in my heart I knew he was still toeing the line. He wasn’t committed to any of his feelings.

  Even afterwards- right after I licked him off his fingers- he had apologized, but his timing was appalling! Why would he think that right after we had sex was a good time to say he was sorry he asked me not to see other people? He might as well have said, “Look, as long as I get to fuck you, I don’t care who else does.”

  What an idiot! He was right to apologize for his attempt to control me, but not then. Not right after he had done that very thing!

  And clearly I couldn’t mean that much to him if he wasn’t prepared to tell me he had a son. I couldn’t believe it was my fault for not asking. Just because I knew he was divorced didn’t mean I assumed he had a kid. Kids were something most parents wouldn’t shut up about.

  My best guess was that he was insecure. Perhaps because Ben was closer to my age than he was and he didn’t want to call attention to the gap between us. But couldn’t he see I didn’t give a shit about that? In fact, if I’d learned anything from spending time with Will, it was that being experienced was nothing to be ashamed of, and it certainly had no bearing on one’s sex appeal.

  Now, of course, I had Ben to contend with. I knew he wanted to see me again. He’d said as muc
h, anyway. And maybe he was a good match for me- regardless of what Will thought. Even so, I couldn’t pursue it.

  I was in too deep- or rather his dad had been in too deep- for me to even consider spending more time with him.

  And one Abbott mess was more than I could handle.

  Chapter 16: Will

  I hit the punching bag again, but my arms wouldn’t tire.

  What I really wanted was to sleep, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Ever since she left my office, I was filled with an unquenchable energy. I was like a goddamn Spartan. I’d been telling myself that she wasn’t all that, that I would get over the feeling of having her, but I couldn’t.

  What happened in my office today proved that. I didn’t mean to seduce her there. I fantasized about it at length, of course, but I had never done anything so unprofessional in my life as to fuck someone over my desk in the middle of the day.

  Oh, but once I tasted her! It was like sugar to a diabetic. I felt right again in a way I hadn’t felt for too long, and she just melted for me. She just crumbled. It was the most flattering, beautiful thing I’d ever seen the way she couldn’t even pretend she didn’t want me. As soon as she resigned herself to giving in, she gave in with everything. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was anything she wouldn’t let me do to her.

  I certainly couldn’t think of anything I wouldn’t want to try. Her body was so responsive. Every time I had her was better than the last, and this time I hadn’t been an idiot and looked her in the eye while I filled her with my longing.

  But that was the problem. Just because I’d kept it impersonal, didn’t mean it was. I was starting to realize that even though I wanted her to embrace my conditions, she was becoming more resistant all the time.

  Sure, she gave in today because the way we craved each other was beyond intense, but she didn’t leave happy. She left hurt. She accused me of messing her up.

  I didn’t want to mess her up. That was never my intention, and her saying that made me so upset that I was hitting my punching bag at eleven o’clock at night.