Working Desires: A Dirty Office Romance Boxset

by Hazel Keys

  The journey upstairs, at least, gave me time to remember how angry I was about his position of privilege, my family and the whole bunch of other things that should keep us from being together. We got into the room, Seth’s face turning to mild confusion as I had him sit on the chair instead of jumping him. I poured two fingers of rum into two glasses. Handed Seth one and threw mine back in one swallow.

  I faced away from him, looking out of my window toward the ocean. “What took you so long?” I asked him.

  “You were pretty good at covering your tracks,” he answered. The sunlight poured over me. My clothes weren’t exactly baggy to begin with but, like this, I was pretty sure Seth was getting a good show, almost as though I was naked.

  “Why didn’t you just wait around the corner for me to leave the boat?”

  “The captain said you’d left early in the morning. I thought I’d missed you already.”

  I smiled. I’d asked sweet old Captain Samson to say that, and he’d been as good as his word. I took a deep breath and asked my next question.

  “What happened between you and Mia?”

  I heard him laugh again. He told me about their confrontation on the sundeck, Mia’s coup with his board members and the reversal of his decision to invest in Clancy’s boat building business. The more I heard, the more astonished I felt.

  “Wow. She really was the wrong person to piss off, huh?”

  “You could say that,” he agreed.

  “So, it’s really over between you two?” I wanted to give myself to him, but I needed to be sure.

  “I think it’s safe to say that my life may actually be at risk if I set foot in New York or Tokyo, right now.”

  Without turning around, I pulled my tank top up over my head and threw it on the floor. I felt my golden curls fall softly down my bare back, as I stayed staring out the window.

  “So, why are you still in Aruba?” I asked, softly. “Sounds like you could be bankrupted at any moment.” I heard him stand and step slowly toward me. I crossed my arms over my naked breasts and turned to face him.

  “I sold my controlling interest in RHC and stepped down as CEO,” he smiled as he got nearer, his eyes travelling up and down my body with a look of desire in them. “And I invested that money in Clancy & Son. He has enough capital now to keep his firm going for years. The takeover bid has disappeared, and I’m now executive vice president under Mr. Clancy himself.” He got within arms distance before I held out my hand to stop him. Seth gazed at my, now uncovered, full and rounded breasts. “You look more beautiful than I ever imagined you would,” he breathed.

  I gently stooped to peel off my shorts with my other hand. I heard his breath catch in his throat as he saw I wasn’t wearing underwear. Finally standing fully naked before him, I couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, at the look of lust that filled his face.

  I guess we’re finally here then, I thought to myself, before grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pulling it apart. He responded by closing the last distance between us and kissing me, hard. Our lips met, almost painfully, Seth pushing his tongue into my open mouth and gently cupping my face with his big hands. I met his tongue with mine. His tongue was soft, velvety, and lightly spiced with rum. It was almost intoxicating to me and I nearly felt my knees go weak.

  I slid my fingers down his hard abs until I could hook them under the waist of his pants. I felt his hands travel lower and caress the soft skin of my breasts, tracing his thumbs across my hardening nipples, before I pulled, trying to yank down his linen slacks.

  “Goddam things!” I tore my mouth from his to say. He smiled and undid his own belt. I gave another tug and his pants dropped to the floor. I couldn’t help but bite my lip gently as he pushed down his underwear, until I could finally see him long, hard, and pointing straight at me.

  Just the sight of him brought on a deep ache in my pussy. I wanted him inside me so badly. I beckoned him closer and parked my ass on the edge of the dresser. He approached and I wrapped my legs around him again, hooking my feet together behind his butt, pulling him urgently to me. We both let out a gasp as the soft folds of my waiting opening caressed the throbbing tip of his cock for only the second time.

  “I’m dying to be inside you,” Seth whispered, and there was no way we were going to be stopped this time. Before I could respond, he cupped my buttocks on the dresser, forced his tongue back into my mouth and rammed himself inside me, hard. I let out a scream of pleasure, my mouth still full, and had to break off my kiss again to yell, “Oh, fuck!”

  I felt him totally buried inside me, right to the hilt, filling me so completely that every slight twitch of him against my delicate walls seem to bring me closer to coming already. A moment passed, taking about as long as an ice age to me, and he pulled himself out almost all the way. Pausing with only a fraction of his dick brushing against my wet slit, he twitched, making my pussy shiver, before plunging himself deep inside again.

  I could do nothing to stop myself shouting in ecstasy as I locked my legs behind him once more, pulling him into me harder. I clasped his neck, cried out, and bit into his shoulder as he began hammering at me, faster and faster.

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met,” he murmured breathlessly, his hips still slamming against me. I couldn’t answer. I could feel my orgasm right there. I’d been on the edge of exploding since before tonight’s first kiss, since our interrupted encounter four nights ago. All those feelings had been pent up all that time, desperate for release. All I needed was one... more... push…

  His great strength lifted me off the dresser. Nothing held me up but him, his arms and his rock-hard shaft embedded deep in my throbbing pussy. I screamed as he drove me down on him. He whispered, "I think I love you," into my ear, and ground himself against me with all his might, reaching as deep inside as he could go, deeper than anyone had been inside me before.

  I swore again and shuddered as wave after wave of crushing ecstasy suddenly pounded through my body. My legs went into spasm, my nails clawed at his neck, and I cried out until I felt hoarse. I barely noticed as he collapsed back onto my mattress. My body out of control, acting only on instinct and lust, I rode him hard, grinding myself desperately on him as he lay there, until he finally gasped, unable to prevent himself from letting loose inside me. I felt volley after volley of hot seed pulse from his exploding cock and showed no sign of stopping. As I came back to my senses, though, his violent blasts of cum inside me died away.

  *****

  Still straddling him, I bent forward to kiss him on the lips. “Well, finally,” I breathed, “and it was worth the wait.”

  “You really feel that way?” he asked. I looked questioningly at him for a second. “George did a lot of digging very quickly to try and figure out where you were.”

  That knot began to form in my stomach again, even as I could still feel his dick softening inside me. What has he found out?

  “I know about your father, your family, your dad’s business and what my father made happen,” he said. I went to step off him but he held me in place. “And I’m sorry. He was a bastard!” Seth hissed. “He didn’t care about the thousands of lives he ruined by breaking up companies and laying people off, and he didn’t care about the two lives he ruined more than any others'. My mother’s and mine. She was beautiful, but as soon as she passed thirty-eight he was fooling around with younger women. Girls really. He didn’t even try to hide it. If my mother spoke up, he’d hit her. If I tried to help her, he’d punch me. We went to the police, but his lawyers made sure no one knew anything. We became prisoners in our own home until he eventually did the decent thing and died.” Seth finally seemed to notice that tears were running down his cheeks. “Even then he made sure that my mom got nothing. Everything went to me, but only if I kept running his firm. The only thing I can do is try to not be like him, every chance I get.”

  I lay down beside him stroking his cheek softly. “So, you knew I was only looking for you for reve
nge?” I asked him.

  “I figured it out,” he replied.

  “And you still came to find me?”

  “I fell in love with you. It felt like you’d fallen for me too. I had to find out. Besides,” his mouth shifted into a grin, “I’m now majority shareholder and executive VP of a yacht building company, and I clearly know nothing about yachts. I had to find me an expert.” He laughed as I bit his nipple.

  “So, how did you find me?” I asked, kissing my way down his chest.

  “Odd thing,” he began, “George was trying everything. He hired two PIs, expensive ones, and we got ready for a long wait before we heard anything. But last night we got a message from Simon.”

  “Simon, downstairs Simon?” I gasped. I’d almost licked my way down his stomach.

  “Yeah. I guess he heard we were looking for you and called us direct, saying you were here.” I heard him sigh as my lips found their way further down still, my fingers gently running along his member, coaxing it back to life.

  I smiled to myself. It felt good to have people that cared so much about me. Simon, putting his feelings aside so I could be happy. I thought of Tristan and Suzy, and the kindness shown by Captain Samson. And then I thought of Seth. I gently licked my way up his stiffening shaft, pausing before taking the head of him in my mouth.

  “Does that mean,” I asked quietly, “that you’re not a billionaire anymore?”

  “If I say ‘no’, are you going to stop what you are doing?”

  “…”

  ***THE END***

  Obsessed With My Best Friend

  “Hello?”

  “…Hi David. It’s Amelia.”

  “Oh hey, Amelia. How are you?”

  “I…I’m fine, thank you! I wasn’t sure if your number had changed. I still had the same 404 number but then I remember you told me that you had a new

  number…”

  “Oh well, yeah. I did have a new number because I moved…but this is actually the number I still use. It goes directly to my cell number.”

  “Oh great, okay! Well, I’m glad I have it then.”

  “Yes, I am now accessible anytime, anywhere. Even when I’m asleep I answer. Even in the bathtub, I can still talk.”

  “You shouldn’t answer your phone in the tub. Might get electrocuted.”

  “That is…a good point. ”

  Laughter.

  “Yeah…so anyway, how are you?”

  “I’m good. You?”

  “Pretty good. Nice to hear from you.”

  “Yes, likewise. Listen, David…”

  “Uh huh?”

  “I want to ask you something.”

  “Uh oh. Are you an undercover cop, Amelia?”

  “I can’t answer that, but believe me, I’ve seen your records. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

  Uncomfortable laughter.

  “No seriously, I want to ask you a big favor.”

  “A favor? Really? Sure…I mean…what is it?

  I am wondering though if you can help me run an errand for mother? We need a strong guy that can help trim some branches and then toss them into the pit.

  I know it’s a lot to ask and I hate to ask you but…”

  “Nah, it’ll be all right. I can do it this weekend.”

  “Oh that would be so great. Mother will be so delighted. You know she always thought very highly of you. We would really appreciate it.”

  “Well yeah. I’m always honored to help you…and your mother. Naomi’s been such a good friend to us all.”

  “All right then, I’ll call you when we’re ready. Thanks so much, David.”

  “Hey, Amelia. It’s the least I could do for an old friend.”

  “Thanks, hon. All right, it’s nice hearing from you. I’ll see you then.”

  “Great, talk to you later. Bye.”

  “Yeah. Talk to you later…”

  Chapter 1:David

  She told me she wanted to ask a favor. Who would have thought after all these years that Amelia would remember me, let alone need a favor. There’s something very primal, very innately satisfying, when a man can do a favor for a woman—provide. Prove his worth. And it’s the kind of thing I used to do for Amelia all the time, back when we were friends. Hell, we still are friends. We’ve been friends ever since the first grade.

  I think love feels differently when you’re in the first grade, and then evolves over the years as our bodies and minds change. When I first saw Amelia I wasn’t sure what I was feeling—except that nothing else mattered that day but making her laugh. Her smile somehow distracted this seven-year-old boy that was obsessed with superheroes and for hours, maybe even days, all I cared about in the world was making her laugh.

  I’m sure anybody back then would have told me, “Just wait till you grow older. You’re going to meet so many other girls that are going to ‘distract’ you from life.”

  But even as a teenager, I still knew I felt something strong for Amelia. She grew up pretty and cute but turned into a redheaded bombshell. She had that quirky face and bubbly smile that definitely made her stand out at any formal affair. She didn’t belong with the super-classy bourgeois. She was just too much fun. She was a real woman, had a real body not supermodel thin, and dressed a little conservatively just because that was her way.

  As we grew older, reluctantly aging into our twenties, she always stayed the beautiful and quirky girl I fell in love with. The only thing that I could see that changed about her was her green eyes. They grew distant.

  I guess she did what most girls do, and entered a series of bad relationships where her trust was violated. Her eyes grew cold, even though her smile stayed shining so bright.

  It’s about right now that everyone asks me, “Why didn’t you tell her how you felt?” If you were in love with her since day one, what made you wait?

  I wish I could say something romantic like, “I never wanted to risk losing our friendship” or maybe even something pathetic like, “I was afraid of rejection”. But the truth is that the timing has always been wrong.

  Timing means everything in love and maybe that’s not what people want to hear, but it’s true—it’s everything.

  Friendship has to be stronger than fickle romance, that’s just the rules of a long-lasting friendship. You don’t take advantage of someone if you genuinely care about their well-being.

  So yeah, I gave her a big shit-eating smile when she told me she was dating some guy from high school. Some stupid jock. What was I supposed to tell her? No, dump him for me so we can turn our platonic friendship into a red-hot romance and you can dump all of his football game celebrations for my chess club victories.

  Timing, man. It’s timing.

  At some point, you just have to let your friend go. Because that’s what good friends do. And yeah, I guess it is kind of ironic that all these years later I work as a vitamin distributor, selling health products, vitamins and herbal products to athletes, high schools, colleges, gyms and fitness centers. I became the “jock-whisperer”. Instead of hating dumb jocks, I actually became their enablers and help them to work harder, think less and embrace their physical peak performance.

  But maybe it’s all for the best. All of my knowledge of health foods and my crazy work travels have me looking like a young Hugh Jackman, abs of steel, thanks to my home treadmill and my tendency to do sit ups when I’m stressed. I am the type of guy who can pick up girls by just showing up at the bar. And yet I’ve reached that point of adult social responsibility, where just because “I can” doesn’t motivate me to want to.

  The truth is all I ever think about is Amelia, even after all these years later.

  I’ve tried to stop thinking about her, I’ve done everything short of going to therapy, where I would inevitably talk more about how crazy I am for Amelia, which sort of defeats the purpose.

  I even did the unthinkable. In a desperate attempt to forget the woman and move on with my otherwise awesome life—full of world travel, two vacations a ye
ar, job security, great sex and all the free vitamins I could ever want, eh not exactly a Starbucks membership but it’s something—I even met someone else.

  I tried to forget Amelia by doing the only respectable thing: meet someone else equally gorgeous and make love like bunnies. That’s supposed to be the cure for lovesickness right?

  Except that well…it’s not. When I first met Crystal, a cheerleader for a very prominent NFL team that has been unfortunately on a losing streak through no fault of her own, things were great. She’s perfect. She’s very much opposite of Amelia and very devoted to making my life complete.

  So why then do I still lay awake at night thinking about this woman from my past? I admit, the problem has gotten much worse within the last two months. Because that’s when I found out that Amelia is single again.

  Yes, she finally broke it off with another loser and is probably wallowing in despair. My instincts are to comfort her, to talk to her, to make a move…

  And yet I know it’s the most terrible sort of betrayal to do that to Crystal. Crystal and I got engaged last year and have been going steady for about a year. This is my future…this is the final chapter in my love life.

  Right?

  And that’s why right about now I would be drowning myself in work and getting the hell over my stupid baggage from the past.

  And then THIS happens.

  Amelia calls me out of the blue and asks me a favor.

  What is that? What is a favor? Is this the kind of favor that means something, that hints at something or is this the kind of favor that just means, we’re still good friends—please drive me to the airport, or help me get my hot French boyfriend some new clothes. What kind of a favor, I wonder.

  I have to overanalyze the way she said it, because that’s just my OCD nature. She said she wanted me to come and help her MOTHER. That’s definitely not sexy. Not at all seductive in the least. Admittedly, she did call me a big strong guy that could have just been flattery to get me to say yes. Any man likes his ego stroked, no matter how “spoken for” he is.