by Tessa Teevan
“Cheyenne, I assure you, the temperature is normal. But this,” I pause, waving my arm at her chest, “this is going cause a definite spike if you keep that, or well, those, up.”
A devilish grin plays on her lips as she drops her hands from her shirt and leans them on the desk, her ample breasts now fully on display. She raises an eyebrow as she eyes the now obvious bulge in my pants. “And what about you, boss? Looks like you’ve also got something up,” she observes. I watch as she draws her bottom lip in between her teeth as her eyes gaze hungrily on my erection. “Need some help with that? I’ve heard I’m pretty damn good assistant. I’m just trying to live up to your expectations of me, boss.”
I don’t miss the way she emphasizes the word boss, not once but twice. Her playful mood catches me off guard, and I know if I don’t take care of the situation in my pants, there’s no way in hell I’m going to get any work done this afternoon. With Cheyenne standing in front of me, clearly trying to be a distraction, work is the last thing on my mind. If she wants to play, then who am I to turn her down?
Pushing back from my desk, I remove my glasses and sit back in my chair, eyeing her. She’s stock still as she waits for me to respond. “Why, Ms. Hamilton, you know you’re the best assistant I’ve ever had, but helping me out in this area isn’t exactly one of your official duties.”
A slow smile spreads over her face as she toys with the rings on her necklace. “While that is true for now, Mr. Callahan, I was thinking we could amend my job description. In fact, if you’re not sure I’d be a good fit, I’d be more than happy to interview for the position.”
Well, shit. She actually does want to do this. I’d been thinking she was just all talk, toying with me a little before she left me alone, but I can tell by the look in her eye that she wants this just as bad as I do.
“I’m not sure an interview is necessary, however, I suppose we better be thorough and cover all our bases,” I tell her, to which she simply nods, a gleam filling her eyes. Sliding my hands down the armrests of the chair, I sit up straighter so I can see all of her. “Okay, Ms. Hamilton. If you think you’re up to the task, I have no problem conducting said interview.”
Her eyes meet mine, and she gives me a look that tells me she’s more than ready for the challenge. “I’ll do whatever you say, Mr. Callahan,” she informs, her voice laced with flirtation and a sultriness that I haven’t witnessed from her before.
I glance down at the situation she so kindly offered to help, and then look back up at her. “There are certain duties you’ll need to perform to fulfill the requirements of the job.”
“Is that so?” she asks, to which I nod in confirmation. “Well, it looks like I have my work cut out for me. What do I need to do first?”
Bringing my fingers together, I pretend to mull it over before leaning forward and catching her gaze. “Unfortunately, you’re quite overdressed for this type of interview. Ms. Hamilton, we need to remedy that situation. I need for you to strip, and you need to do it now.”
Surprise flashes in her eyes, but it’s quickly replaced with a steeled reserve. She sets her chin, not taking her eyes off me as she begins to undo her blouse at a deliberately unhurried pace. I swallow hard as she sets her shirt on the chair beside her and then slides down the zipper of her pencil skirt. She removes the skirt and then stands up straight, standing before me in nothing but her matching red lingerie.
“Turn.” My one word command sounds gruff even to my own ears. My mouth begins to water as she readily complies. She turns in a painstakingly slow fashion, showing off all her womanly curves. A shy smile curves on her lips when she’s facing me again, and I slowly rise from my chair, more than ready to touch her, to taste her.
My dick is achingly hard, and as much as I want nothing more right now than to drive into Cheyenne’s pussy with relentless thrusts, I decide to toy with her a little bit. I have no idea if she’ll ever get this bold again, so I’m going to take advantage and prolong it for as long as I can handle. Let’s just hope my dick can hold out in the process. Something tells me it’s not going to be easy, but fuck if I won’t try.
I LOVE MY SWEET, sexy Sawyer. He’s a romantic at heart and sometimes I think he’s too good to be true. I love that about him, I really do, but seeing him like this now, I fall even harder. Bossy Sawyer is hot as hell, and I’m hoping this is a side that’ll come out to play more often.
Since he had to cancel our lunch, I’d decided to stop by his office to see if there was anything I could do to help him out. It’s been an incredibly long week for both of us, and I didn’t want him to have to stay at the office for another late night. When I walked into the room and shut the door behind me, Sawyer didn’t even look up from his desk. He looked incredibly sexy, having removed his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and rolled up his sleeves. The muscles in his forearms flexed as he tackled the stack of paperwork in front of him, and the reading glasses on his face gave him a hot Clark Kent kind of look. Suddenly my thoughts of helping Sawyer went out the window—at least, helping work wise, anyway.
And that’s how I’ve found myself in front of him in nothing but my bra and panties, just waiting for him to finish me off. I’ve never thought of myself as particularly sexual. When Sawyer ordered me to strip, I felt silly for about point-two seconds, but then his eyes turned hungry as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, and my inner stripper took over. It was agonizingly slow, and I’d barely made it out of my skirt before Sawyer was up out of his chair. The gruffness of his tone was bossy, so unlike him, and it had my panties dampening. I was surprised to find out how much of a turn on it was, and I made a mental note to bring out demanding Sawyer more often.
As I stand on the other side of his desk, practically naked, I feel wanton heat course through my body as his eyes hungrily take in every inch of me. I shiver in anticipation as he comes around the desk and stands behind me. He places his hands on my waist and pulls me into him as he nestles his erection against my ass. Leaning into nuzzle against my neck, Sawyer places soft kisses against my bare skin.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, his breath tickling me. With quick fingers, he removes my bra and then turns me around. He steps back, taking in the sight of my bare breasts, and I immediately miss the warmth of him pressed up against me. “So beautiful, baby,” he repeats.
I reach my arms out to begin to undo his tie, but he captures my wrists and stops me. He pulls me into him and in a flash his mouth crashes against mine, his lips devouring mine. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, finding my own tongue where he continues his fiery kisses that have liquid heat pooling between my legs. Arching my back, I try to press my lower body into him, but before I can make contact, he pulls back from me.
“Not yet, Cheyenne,” he whispers as his eyes sweep over my body. His fingers graze my bare breasts, but his touch is light and soft as he moves down my torso.
Hooking my panties, Sawyer slowly falls to his knees, pulling the material down my legs in the process. I step out of them, and watch as he tucks them into his back pocket. His hands slide up my legs, and he stops when he gets to the top of my thighs, which are practically quivering with the excitement of being completely naked in Sawyer’s office in the middle of the afternoon. I didn’t think I’d be able to do this, but now that I’m here, I’m wishing I hadn’t waited so long. Even though our relationship is out in the open, there’s still a sense of excitement to this scenario, and it only heightens my arousal.
“Sawyer…” I breathe, unable to contain my need, my want for him. He’s barely even touched me, yet I’m almost ready to combust—and I just might if he doesn’t hurry the hell up.
Looking down, the sight of Sawyer on his knees in front of me is almost more than I can bear. I’m afraid with one touch I’ll come undone, and I haven’t even gotten him naked yet. I begin to reach down, to try to get him out of his shirt at least, but his hands grip my thighs. He shakes his head.
“Hands on the desk, baby, and don’t let go, or I�
��ll stop,” he orders huskily, and I comply immediately. My hands grip the wood behind me, and Sawyer returns his attention to my body. I think he’s going to toy with me, to tease me until I’m begging, which is something I’m ready to do. Fortunately, he gives me a reprieve as he slowly moves his hand in between my legs where he slides one long finger up and down my sex before coming up and pressing down firmly on my clit, causing me to cry out softly.
“You are so fucking wet already, Cheyenne. Is this turning you on? The thought that there are hundreds of people on the other side of that door, and any moment one of them could be right there trying to get in? Does the thought of getting caught excite you, baby?”
I nod in response, not trusting my voice at the moment. He keeps his gaze on me as he gently massages my pussy with circular motions, purposely avoiding my clit. His lazy rhythm is driving me wild. I desperately want to touch him, or to touch myself, but I know if I do, he'll just prolong this sweet, beautiful torture. My hands grip the desk tighter as I will myself not to remove them.
“Do you like that, Cheyenne, or do you need more? Do you want with my finger as you lean back against my desk? I’ll never look at this desk again without thinking of you naked, so ready to come on fingers. But I don’t think it’s time for you to come just yet.”
"Sawyer, please. Don't make me wait. Just fuck me already. I need to come now," I beg, gasping from the pleasure that was oh so close, but seems so far away.
"Not yet, baby."
With a heavy sigh, I flex my fingers on the desk, the need to bring my hand between my legs almost overwhelming me, but I know Sawyer won’t allow it. Finally, I want to sigh in relief when he stops massaging me and inserts a finger into my warm, wet heat. It's short-lived, however, because one finger is not enough. My body writhes with each torturous plunge of his finger, yet it's not enough to push me over the edge. Sawyer knows what he's doing. He brings me right to the brink, until I'm panting, gasping, begging for him, and then he pulls back.
Just as I feel my orgasm building, Sawyer removes his finger and gets to his feet, sending a shockwave of disappointment through my body. Even though he's been pleasuring me, I'm aching all over with the need to climax.
He must see the look on my face because he cups my cheek and places a soft kiss on my lips. "Don't worry, baby. I'm not going to leave you like this. I was just getting you ready for me."
Relief washes over me as Sawyer removes his belt, undoes the button, and slowly lowers his zipper. I want to sigh as he removes his cock from his pants. I don't think I've ever been more desperate for it in my life. I reach my hand out, but he shakes his head at me.
"Turn around, Cheyenne," he says gruffly. "Bend over and place your hands on the desk. I think you’re ready for me, baby.”
“Oh, god, yes, I’m so ready. So ready. Please, fuck me.”
I do as he asks, and he rewards me by placing the tip of his cock at my entrance. As much as I want to push back against him, I keep myself still as he slowly pushes forward. His hands grip my hips as he fully seats himself to the hilt. He begins to thrust in and out of me in slow, controlled movements that drive me insane.
“Hold on to the desk, and don’t make a sound. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast,” he growls.
"More, I need more,” I tell him as I lean forward to hold on to the edge of the desk, more than ready for him to pound into me. "Please, Sawyer, I'm so close. Please make me come."
He must hear the desperation in my voice because he suddenly loses all control as he begins to drive his cock into me at a frantic pace. His hand moves around my body where he massages my clit, and within seconds, I'm coming hard. I have to bite my lip so I don't cry out as waves of pleasure wash over me. Sawyer thrusts into me, harder, deeper, and it takes my orgasm to new heights. As my pussy convulses and tightens, I can feel Sawyer's dick spasm as his own orgasm takes over.
Panting, I rest my torso against the desk as I try to catch my breath. Sawyer's hands are still on my, one on my clit, the other gripping my hip. Once he comes down from his high, I hear a quiet, "Fuck me."
I twist my neck so I can see him, and then give him a wicked grin. "Ready for round two already?"
Letting out a low laugh, he gives my ass a slap before shaking his head. “Round two is going to have to wait, baby. But, Jesus, fuck, that was hot.” He slowly slides out of me, and I see him wince as he looks down at me.
I look at him in confusion and lift off the desk as I turn towards him. He grabs a couple of tissues off the desk and gets on his knees to clean me up. “What’s with the look, babe?” I ask, unsure of what could possibly be wrong right now.
Looking up at me, he gives me an apologetic look. “God, Cheyenne, I was so turned on by seeing you naked on my desk, and I lost my mind. And then when you bent over, it’s like my dick got a mind of its own and I was inside you without even thinking. I forgot to use a condom.”
As he hands me my bra and my blouse, I begin to get dressed. “That’s what you’re worried about? It’s fine, Sawyer. You know I’m on the pill, and we’re both clean. I know we usually use condoms for extra protection, but I don’t think this one time is going to kill us. It’s really not a big deal, I promise.”
Relief floods his eyes, and he pulls me into his arms as he places a kiss on the top of my head. “Have I told you how lucky I am?” he asks. “Sometimes I still don’t believe that you’re really here with me. “
Glancing up at him, I see that relief has turned to love, and my insides melt. “You tell me all the time. Trust me, city boy, I’m just as lucky. And if what just happened didn’t indicate that I am, in fact, right here with you, then I don’t know what to tell you.”
He laughs, and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. “Speaking of, what was all that about? What happened to ‘In the office, you’re just my boss,’ Cheyenne Hamilton? You’ve barely let me kiss you, let alone bend you over my desk to have my wicked way with you.”
With a shrug, I bend over to pick up my skirt before answering him. “I don’t know exactly what it was. When I came into the room and saw you sitting there at your desk, I got seriously turned on. I think it’s the glasses. I’ve always had a thing for guys with glasses. And well, then one thing kind of led to another.”
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into him. “I guess I’ll have to start wearing them more often,” he whispers in my ear, his teeth nibbling on my lobe.
Shaking my head, I push him back and place a hand on my hip. “Hey, just because I lost my mind a little bit today and couldn’t resist you doesn’t mean this is going to happen often. So don’t get used to it,” I warn, but I can’t help the playful grin that crosses my lips. I hold my hand out to him. “Now hand them over, Sawyer, so we can both get back to work.”
“Nope, not gonna happen. Those are mine now. If this isn’t going to happen often, then I need a memento to remember when it did,” he informs me, crossing his arms as he gives me a look that is just begging for me to challenge him.
“You seriously want me to walk around the rest of the afternoon without anything on under my skirt?” I ask, incredulous, and a little turned on at the thought.
“Precisely, Cheyenne. It’ll be all I can think about, and it might drive me wild, but it’ll be more than worth it when I get home tonight. Don’t replace them when you get home,” he says with equal warning and promise.
With a huff, I give up, grab my purse, enter the private bathroom in his office, thankful to freshen up so when I walk out the door not everyone knows what we’ve just done. After a few minutes, I decided I’m presentable and head back into the office. Sawyer’s seated at his desk, his glasses back on his face. When I approach him, he holds his hand out and pulls me into his lap when I give him mine.
“Thanks for that, pretty girl. I think I needed it. I’ve got so much work to do, and that was the perfect distraction for just a little while. I should be able to fly through the rest of these files in no time.”
> “No need to thank me, Sawyer. I needed it—wanted it—just as much as you do. It’s a damn good thing you moved offices. That wouldn’t have been possible without there being a lock.”
He leans forward and pulls something out of one of his desk drawers. “Speaking of locked offices, I have an extra key here for you. That way if you ever need anything and I’m not in the office, you can get in. Only you and Marni have them, though, so guard that sucker with your life,” he jokes, and I stiffen.
“What did you just say?”
He looks at me in confusion. “Guard that key with your life?”
“No, that other part,” I insist, wanting to know if I heard correctly. “Marni also has a key?”
A sheepish grin spreads over his face. “Oh, yeah…umm, she does. But I swear, she knows not to use to it if I’m in here. It’s for emergency use only when I’m out of the office.”
Mortification spreads throughout my body, and I gently punch his shoulder. “You’re telling me she could’ve walked in here at any time while I was naked?!”
“Cheyenne, look at me. She wasn’t going to walk in. No one would’ve walked in. I promise you, okay? It was entirely safe.”
I eye him warily, but I trust Sawyer, and I easily relent. “If you say so. But from now on, it’s sex in the bathroom, so we have two barriers between us and the rest of the office.”
Sawyer laughs and places a quick kiss on my lips. “Whatever you say, baby. I love you, you know that?”
“I’ve never loved anyone else. And I never will.” He rewards me with the sweetest smile and I lean in to give him a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll see you at home.”
He returns my kiss before pulling back. “I’m already there.” He pauses for a beat before giving me a sly grin. “Oh, by the way, Ms. Hamilton. You’re definitely hired.”