by C. C. Wood
The repressed attraction I felt toward my boss exploded into something uncontrollable and hot, causing sparks to cascade throughout my body. I took a shaky breath, looking over my shoulder. When my eyes met his, he smiled, but quickly faded. I grabbed the edge of the counter as my knees went weak.
Chris’ face began to lower toward mine. It took everything I had not to jump him. He was about to kiss me again and I wanted it. I wanted it badly.
Suddenly, the phone in my office rang, piercing the cloud of lust that had built around us. I jumped, bumping into Chris. He cursed as coffee splashed out of his cup and onto his hand. I barely managed to pull myself together and move around him, walking on unsteady legs to my desk to answer the phone.
“Barden Business Solutions, Lucy Daniels speaking.” My voice was husky and low. I cleared my throat.
“This is Landen Weber. I’d like to speak to Chris.”
“Just one moment, I’ll see if Mr. Barden is available.” I placed him on hold and looked up to find Chris standing in the door between the kitchenette and my office. “I have Landen Weber on hold for you.”
He grimaced and took a sip of his freshly refilled cup of coffee. “Landen always did have a horrible sense of timing. I’ll take it in my office.”
I watched him walk through the door of his office and took a deep breath. Somehow, when I made the decision to see where this attraction to Chris might lead, I unleashed traitorous hormones that were immune to logic or control.
When he reached his desk and grabbed his phone, Chris turned and looked over his shoulder at me, those icy blue eyes shimmering with heat. I knew what those eyes were promising me and I was tempted to follow him inside, lock the door, then ride out a few fantasies of my own on the leather sofa in the corner.
Instead, I walked back into the kitchenette, poured out the cold coffee, and refilled my mug. After I sweetened the brew, I went back to my desk and settled in to answer emails and organize Chris’ day. We had more work and meetings scheduled for BioSign Corp in Fort Worth. However, today, they were gathering in our office to continue discussions.
Chris left the door connecting our offices open and I could hear him moving around and I would occasionally catch a whiff of his cologne. As the day dragged on, I drew closer and closer to the end of my self-control.
Somehow, he knew and used it to his advantage. Between meetings, as we worked together preparing files, his hand would brush mine or his arm would rest against me. Once, while I was sitting at my desk, he leaned over me, his torso pressed against my upper back, to point out something on the computer screen. As he drew back, he dragged a finger across the exposed skin of my neck. I shivered slightly as goose bumps spread across my skin.
Every touch, every glance, increased the fire in my blood. I also knew without a doubt that Chris intended to turn me into a puddle of mindless need. Somehow I managed to get through the day without attacking him or making an emergency trip to the ladies’ room to relieve the ache centered between my legs.
The receptionist stuck her head into my office shortly after five to say good-bye. I waited a few minutes before I went out and locked the main door to the office. It was something I normally did when Chris and I worked late, but today it felt different. Intimate.
I walked back into my office and sat down at my desk to finish up the last of my paperwork for the day. I was almost finished and I felt doubt creeping in. It was obvious that Chris was physically toying with me, yet he kept all our conversation strictly work-related. I sighed deeply, shutting down my computer. It seemed today would not be the day I broke my dry spell.
“Lucy, I need to speak with you a moment before you leave.”
I scowled, my back to the open door of Chris’ office. Then I carefully schooled my face, mentally cursing him for getting me so hot and bothered and then leaving me high and dry. I stood and walked into his office. He was sitting behind his desk, his tie missing, and his sleeves rolled up over his forearms. His dark hair was mussed and his jaw held a hint of five o’clock shadow. He looked more dangerous and sensual than ever before.
“Shut the door.”
My heart stopped then began to hammer in my chest so hard that I was sure he could hear it from across the room. Maybe he wouldn’t leave me in misery after all. For once I didn’t argue, I just did as I was told. Typically bossy men turned me off, but I’d been anticipating this moment all day and I didn’t want to do a single thing to delay what would happen next.
I closed and locked it, just in case. Then I faced him, my hands behind my back and resting against the door.
“Come here.”
My knees wanted to give way as I approached his desk. I stopped directly in front of the modern monstrosity that was shaped like a giant letter L. He kept it immaculate, his laptop and pens off to the shorter side so that the area in front of him remained uncluttered when he held meetings.
“Come here, Lucy,” he said harshly.
I realized he intended for me to walk around the desk. As I moved toward him, he shoved his chair back slightly. When I was within reach, his arm shot out and his hand snagged the wide white belt I’d paired with a slightly retro black shirt dress. I gasped as he pulled me in front of him. My cherry red stilettos made me exactly the right height to rest my ass against the top edge of his desk.
“Spread your feet.”
I swallowed hard and moved my feet hip width apart. I knew I should speak, but couldn’t think of a single thing I wanted to say. My outgoing nature seemed to have deserted me. Instead, I watched him silently, my eyes wide, as he grasped my hips with both hands and lifted me onto the desk without getting up from his seat. I gasped when my ass hit the desktop, shocked that he had the strength to lift me like that from a seated position.
Chris moved his hands from my hips to the tops of my thighs over my skirt, smoothing downward toward the hem. “I’ve imagined this so many times. If you plan to stop me, now is the time.”
His voice was rough with need and something else. Desperation, maybe? I couldn’t decipher it because my entire focus was centered on the glide of his fingertips along my legs to the edge of my skirt. I watched as they slid slightly beneath the hem to touch the silky material of my thigh highs.
“Lucy, if you want me to stop, tell me now,” he demanded harshly.
I shook my head. “No, don’t stop.” My own voice was just as hoarse as his.
He closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly, taking deep, quick breaths as though he were about to dive into a very deep, cold pool. When he looked back up at me, I squirmed on the desktop. Slowly, his hands moved to the buttons that ran the entire length of my dress and I bit my lip in anticipation. That morning I had been optimistic enough to hope that, once he was aware of my feelings, Chris would want to act immediately, so I’d worn sexy black thigh highs and a matching black underwear set with little white polka dots and lace trim. My effort wasn’t wasted.
As soon as Chris saw the tops of my hosiery and the front panel of my panties, he froze. Carefully, he spread the material of my dress, leaving the buttons at my waist and the belt in place. I whimpered as one rough fingertip traced the skin above the elastic of my thigh highs. His other hand lifted to the top button of my dress.
“You wore this to drive me insane, didn’t you?” he asked as he began to undo the buttons at the neckline.
“No,” I lied.
He stopped what he was doing, his molten blue eyes piercing me.
I sighed. “Okay, yes. I wanted to be sure you couldn’t resist me.”
His gaze lowered to my chest, where two more buttons were undone and the white lace edge of my bra peeked out. “No chance of that. I have no hope of resisting you any time I see you.”
His words gave me pause, but I was distracted from my train of thought by the sensation of his hands sliding into the open front of my dress and over my breasts as the material parted to reveal the black and white polka dot bra.
“You’re beautiful,” he mur
mured.
I moaned softly as he leaned forward, his mouth latching on to the inner curve of my breast. He sucked gently at first, then stronger, causing my nipples to harden. His hand tugged the cup of my bra beneath my breast and his mouth moved toward my nipple. I saw that he’d left a small purple mark on my skin, but didn’t care. The sensation of his tongue lapping at my nipple made me arch, throwing my head back to stare at the bright white ceiling of his office.
I placed my hands on the desk behind me, resting more of my weight on them, as he pulled down the other cup of my bra, using his finger and thumb to tug at my nipple.
“Oh God,” I whimpered. It felt incredible.
He continued to lick and suck at my nipples, alternating from breast to breast until I was writhing and moaning on his desk, completely unaware of anything outside of his mouth and his hands all over my feverish skin.
I jerked as one of his fingers hooked my panties, shoving them to the side, before delving deep inside of me.
“That feels so good,” I whispered.
Chris made a guttural sound in his throat and lifted his head from my breasts. I looked down to see him hook his index fingers into each side of my underwear.
“Lift your hips,” he muttered.
I did as he said and he pulled the panties down my legs. I had no idea where they ended up because his hands were back, shoving my thighs apart. I watched wordlessly as he used his thumbs to open me.
“You’re so wet,” he said, as though to himself, as the pad of his thumb moved to press my clit. “Wet and hot. I’m sure you taste fucking incredible.”
My hips bucked at his words as well as the gently, insistent movement of his thumb against my flesh. Chris didn’t swear often, and hearing him say that particular phrase made me shoot toward the edge of an orgasm almost immediately. A few more minutes of his caresses and dirty talk and I would go off like a rocket.
The movement of his hands stopped and I whimpered.
“Fuck, now I have to eat you.”
His mouth swooped down, latching on to my clit, and I shouted at the unexpected pleasure. I fell back against his desk onto my elbows, my feet lifting to rest on the edge. Somewhere along the way I’d lost both my stiletto pumps.
My hips shimmied as he licked and sucked at my clit ruthlessly. This wasn’t foreplay. He devoured me as though he wanted to eat me alive. My orgasm rushed toward me as one long, callused finger drove inside my pussy. He added another, probing deeper. I felt his fingers hook inside me, pressing and seeking. Chris began to stroke that spot within me and I felt intense, almost uncomfortable pressure.
I gasped, trying to wriggle away slightly, but he used his other arm on my lower body to hold me still. I moaned in frustration when his mouth lifted from my sex.
“Play with your nipples,” he demanded.
Mindless with the need to climax, I did as he said, lifting my hands to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples between my forefinger and thumb, tugging them the way he had earlier.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he whispered.
“Please,” I begged, so close to coming that I hurt with the need to orgasm. “I need it.”
His answer was to continue to massage that spot deep inside me and close his lips around my clit. He sucked gently, using the tip of his tongue hard and fast on the bundle of nerves. With a scream, I came, thrashing violently on his desk as the most brutal, intense orgasm of my life took over my body.
He continued to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body until it was almost painful and I struggled to get away. Suddenly, he was no longer between my legs. I heard a crash as he shoved himself out of his chair and loomed over me.
I watched as he ripped his shirt from the waist of his pants, practically tearing it from his body, buttons flying all over the room. The satisfaction I’d felt moments before disappeared as I saw his naked torso for the first time. He was nothing but lean muscle and smooth, tan skin. I pushed myself into a sitting position, placing a palm against his pectoral then lightly dragging my nails down, over his taut stomach, to his belt buckle.
He groaned, reaching into his back pocket, as I moved my hand downward until my palm cupped him through the material of his slacks. His erection was rock hard, thick, and jerked in my clasp.
I licked my lips, causing him to groan again, as I began to work on his belt buckle and undo his pants. The material fell to his upper thighs and I saw the tip of his cock rising out of his tight black briefs. My fingers skimmed across it as I hooked them into the elastic waist of his underwear. He shuddered beneath my hands as I tugged at the material.
As soon as his erection was free, I circled him with my fingers, stroking a hand over the soft skin. Chris made a hissing sound and thrust against me twice before his hand gripped mine, stilling my motions.
“But I want to touch you,” I said breathlessly.
“Later.”
I watched in fascination as he used his teeth to tear open a foil packet and roll the condom down his cock. Though I had climaxed just minutes before, the sight of his semi-nude, aroused body was enough to pique my interest once again. As soon as the condom was in place, Chris leaned down and slanted his mouth over mine, nipping at my lips. His hands kneaded my breasts before he tugged sharply at the tips. I gasped as the slight pain speared through me and shot straight to the place between my legs.
Chris pushed me down on the desk and jerked my hips so they were hanging slightly over the edge. I stilled as I felt his cock probe between my legs, barely entering me. He thrust a little deeper, enough to have me gasping and arching against him.
“Damn, you’re tight. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.
I shook my head, slowly releasing my breath. While it hadn’t hurt, the sensation was slightly uncomfortable. It had been a long time for me.
He pulled out slightly before pushing a little further inside me. He continued the pattern, thrusting deeper each time. I thought I would lose my mind at the sensation of his hard cock sliding against all the nerve endings in my pussy. Finally, he filled me completely, his hips pressing against my ass. My internal muscles clenched around him, long since adjusted to his girth.
He moved slowly, in and out, giving me time I didn’t need. I reached up, digging my nails into his forearms as he gripped my hips to keep me from moving too much.
“Harder,” I demanded. “Faster. I need more.”
I could barely form words but the ones I used must have convinced him that I was ready for everything he could give me because he withdrew and lunged back into me, hard and deep. My pussy spasmed around him and I moaned. That was exactly what I wanted.
Spread out on his desk, my dress almost completely unbuttoned and my breasts freed from my bra, I stared up into his intensely blue eyes. Because of the height of the desk, he had to stand upright in order for our lower bodies to line up. I felt exposed and I had never been more aroused in my life.
I watched as he lifted a thumb to his mouth, wetting the pad before lowering it to my clit. With a firm, knowledgeable touch, he rubbed and pressed in time with his thrusts until I felt strung as tight as a bow string. My back arched as I reached for the orgasm that hovered just out of my grasp.
As I climbed higher and higher, Chris leaned over me slightly, just enough to wrap his lips around my nipple and suckle hard. That was all it took. This second climax ripped through my body, feeling as though it would peel the skin from my flesh as he continued a fast, rough pace. The crest intensified and was prolonged by the sensation of his rigid cock pounding into me.
At last, he jerked and shuddered, reaching his own climax just as I was beginning to come down from my own. I watched as he threw his head back and the muscles in his throat worked as he groaned. My internal muscles fluttered and twitched around his still-firm cock as he stilled his movements and leaned over me.
Chris ran a hand down my torso, his fingertips dragging over my still sensitive nipples. “Stay here with me tonight.”
I hesitated.
He had a bedroom in the office for nights he had to work late or had conference calls in Europe or Asia. In fact, we both kept extra clothes for emergencies or wardrobe malfunctions, but I wasn’t sure about spending the night together, especially here at the office. It could be dangerous. Not just in a physical sense, but an emotional one.
Still, I nodded, smiling back at him when he grinned at me. Somehow I couldn’t help thinking that I should run as fast and far away as my feet could take me.
Chapter Nine
As silently as possible, I slid out of the warm, comfortable bed. Until about thirty seconds ago, Chris had been plastered to my back, his arm slung over my waist, our legs tangled together, and my ass pressed back into his hips. I had been plotting my escape when he suddenly turned over in his sleep.
With a sigh of relief, I waited until I was sure he was still asleep and moved. As quickly as I could without making a racket, I gathered up my dress, belt, bra, and shoes and snuck into the bathroom to dress. I had an inkling that my underwear was on the floor somewhere in Chris’ office.
Once I was fully dressed, I tiptoed out of the bathroom, heels in hand, and snuck out of the bedroom like a thief. I gave his office a quick cursory search but couldn’t find my panties anywhere. Though it galled me to do it, I had to leave before Chris woke up and realized I’d left.
After the insanity on his desk, Chris ordered Chinese food from a restaurant that regularly delivered our meals when we were working late. He insisted we eat naked in the bedroom. Then I fulfilled one of my fantasies of having him at my mercy as I rode him into oblivion. Sometime after eight, I dozed off, exhausted from multiple orgasms and my previous sleepless night.