Secret Attractions at the Office: A Dirty Office Romance (Working Desires Book 2)

by Hazel Keys

  “What are you thinking about?” I heard Mia ask from the doorway of the en-suite. I sat up on my elbows and looked over at her. She wore a long, sheer beach wrap, open at the front to reveal a tiny black bikini. Her body was amazing and, for a second, all thoughts of Tara were banished from my mind. I felt that distinct tingling sensation in my dick as my eyes travelled up her shapely legs, over the pathetic scrap of cloth that only just hid her sex from the world, across her flat yet supple stomach, lingered on her full, rounded breasts, also just hidden by a narrow strip of material that barely covered her nipples, up to her fierce, striking, and beautiful, face.

  “Just you, babe,” I lied again. She smiled and dropped the wrap to the floor. She stood for a second, allowing me to run my eyes over her nearly naked body, then slowly paced toward me. Each movement was smooth and drawn out as she climbed up and crawled along the bed and into my lap, never breaking eye contact with me. She straddled me and pulled my mouth up to meet hers. I could feel the heat of her soft, barely-covered pussy as it pushed firmly against my hardening cock. I squeezed my hands under her butt and found that the back of her bikini briefs covered even less than the front. Mia broke off her kiss with a deep gasp as she sexily forced her intimate parts against mine.

  “I’ve been waiting for this for too long,” she whispered breathlessly in my ear, holding my head in her small hands. From the other room, we heard the ecstatic cries of Jay’s girlfriend, Jessica, reach some sort of a crescendo before everything went quiet. I looked up at Mia smiling down at me, when sudden, urgent, and loud groans from Coco, Jay’s other playmate, rang out across the yacht with a renewed vigor. “Mm-mm,” Mia moaned as she tickled her soft lips lightly along my neck, sending shivers down my arm, “don’t you wish you could be in there? Aren’t they turning you on?” She spoke softly, kissing and biting her way along my ear, toward my jawline. For a second then, despite the tiny electric flicks of pleasure Mia’s touches were sending off along my skin, all I could picture was Jay’s big black ass bouncing up and down in front of me. It was not an erotic vision.

  “Honestly, no,” I smiled, taking in a sharp breath as she ran her tongue along the sinews that led to my shoulder. “But I think I know what you’re getting at.” She smiled and kissed me again, her tongue urgently exploring the inside of my mouth. She pushed the shirt off my shoulders, then, in what seemed to be a fluid and practiced move, she reached down and opened my zipper. She started to slide her hand inside my pants. I closed my eyes and felt her delicate fingers expertly find their way past my underwear, over the tip, to finally encircle my firm and slowly throbbing shaft. I couldn’t help the low moan that escaped my mouth as she touched me, gliding her gentle hand up and down my cock as she softly kissed her way down my neck again. She moved her lips suddenly back to my ear.

  “I’m dying to feel your cock in my mouth,” I saw Tara whisper to me, her sun-kissed hair and shining smile as beautiful as ever.

  What the fuck…? I shook my head hard and opened my eyes to see Mia gazing down at me. Before I could think, I grabbed her wrist and held her hand still. A concerned look appeared on her face, like I was depriving her of an inalienable right.

  “Are you okay, Seth?” she asked. I’d made her feel like I didn’t want her hand on my dick. It was probably the first time she felt insecure in her life.

  The fuck is wrong with me, I thought, she wants me right now, she’s practically begging to blow me, and all I can think of is that fucking stewardess?

  I needed to think. Aroused as I was, I was uncomfortable with her sitting on me. I gave her a quick kiss and slowly pulled her hand out of my pants. “I’m fine, babe, I promise. I’m just... it’s just... I wanted our first time to be perfect. You know, champagne,” Mia’s shocked and slightly angry expression began to soften into a smile again, “rose petals, massage oils, that sort of thing, not screwing quickly to the soundtrack of Jay constantly banging his hoes.”

  “That’s sweet,” Mia replied, before putting her mouth by my ear again and whispering gently, “it just makes me want to do even more naughty things with you than ever before.”

  “Awesome,” I stammered, scrambling out from under her. “I’ll get changed. We can spend the afternoon drinking and lying in the sun, kissing, and building the tension until tonight.”

  “Will you rub oil on me?” she asked, doing that vulnerable little girl act.

  “Of course.”

  She grabbed hold of my still hard cock again, through my slacks. I gasped as she roughly pulled me a little closer. “I think it feels like we’ve built up enough tension, personally. But I like your thinking.” She let me go, rolled off the bed, picked up her shades, and swept out of the room in another practiced and fluid movement.

  I collapsed back on the bed, horny, scared, frustrated, and relieved, all at once. She was so hot, and was clearly going to be an animal in the sack, and I was physically capable, but I couldn’t go through with it. A vision of Tara filled my head once more. The fuck am I doing...?

  *****

  The captain had dropped anchor far out to sea. I came up on deck to see no land, no nothing in sight. We were definitely in international waters. The sun beat down on the yacht as we had lunch on the top deck. It was wide, floored with immaculate wooden slats, and featured a dozen or so sun loungers, four tables with huge parasols shading them, a long banquet table that we ate around, and a huge hot tub at the back, next to the outside stairs.

  Tara was working, serving salmon mousse and lobster tails with a quinoa, mango, and truffle oil salad, while Michelle, the red-headed chief stewardess, kept us topped up with white wine and champagne for the ladies, plus beer, bourbon, and scotch for the gentlemen. I gathered that Suzy, the other steward about Tara’s age, was taking her lunch break in the galley right then, so she would be able to look after us later when the other stewards were off duty.

  Tara was polite, courteous, and very professional. She laughed and joked as she worked, flattering the other guests with a practiced ease while still remaining detached. I just wanted her to engage with me a little. I wanted to find something I didn’t like about her so, maybe, I might be able to stop obsessing and screw my girlfriend. She gave me nothing, though. Her manner toward me was perfect, her smile was perfect. She was perfect. I’d never believed in love at first sight. Still didn’t. But I wanted this girl, and I couldn’t explain why.

  Over lunch, to keep the conversation going, I tried to learn a little about the ladies my friends had brought along. Jay Money and his girls sat together. Jessica, the thin blonde, turned out to be from Santa Monica, and the voluptuous, African-American Coco, was from Long Beach. The two girls never sat together, I noticed. They always kept Jay between them. I found myself wondering if they had sex that way too, then stopped as Jay’s big butt came back into my mind.

  I was next to Jessica, with Mia beside me who, unlike Jay’s girls, had felt it decent to throw her wrap back on to cover her skimpy bikini for the meal. Jessica’s sky-blue bikini top and thong were tiny but, although she was well-formed, her slim figure almost disappeared next to Coco’s outrageously fantastic, porn-star build. Her purple thong disappeared completely between her full, firm butt cheeks and the tiny twin triangles up top were not even large enough to hide her nipples, allowing tantalizing edges of dark-skinned areola to clearly peek out. Tara and Michelle even kept staring, like they’d never seen anyone like her in real life. It was probably a good thing that the male crew members were all currently working below or preparing the water toys, otherwise they were likely to have embarrassed themselves.

  Across from Jay sat Mick and, like a gentleman, he was managing to not stare at Coco’s generous breasts. Not too much, at least. His fashion model girlfriend, Antonia, was from Italy, and sat beside him in her big sunglasses, her slim and toned body also tastefully covered by a dark-green wrap. She kept her hand on Mick’s knee, except for the times when she thought the stewards weren’t looking, then she would run her hand up his inner thig
h and smile at his sudden gasps of surprise.

  Next to her was George, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts like the other guys, who laughed along with us but was totally failing to make the young and very pretty Valentina feel like one of the gang. She pouted and played with her food. I hoped she would get into the spirit of the voyage soon. I knew George was asking for trouble bringing her but I still wanted him to have a good time.

  After lunch, we took to the sea on the ship’s Waverunners, fast and powerful jet bikes that would tear across the water, sending great plumes of spray high into the air. All, except Mick, who indicated that messing around with toys like those was not much fun after racing wheel-to-wheel with the best in the world at over 200mph. He drank cocktails in the Jacuzzi while Antonia sunbathed.

  There was no way of avoiding it, though. At some point, the crewmen had to be on deck while the girls were soaking up the sun. The two guy deckhands, and even the bosun, all found themselves tripping over their own feet as Coco and Mia lay topless on the sundeck, their full, round breasts pointing proudly up to the sky even without support. As George, Jay and Jessica thrashed around on the Waverunners, Valentina, deciding she didn’t need a bathing suit at all, simply cast off her t-shirt and Daisy-Duke denim, to lay down naked next to the other two girls, who applauded her bravery and complimented her on her hot body. Captain Samson, up in his wheelhouse, carefully kept his gaze far out to sea, along the horizon.

  Chapter 6:Tara

  The late afternoon turned into evening and the guests got drunker and friskier. I tried to be professional and successfully ignored Mick taking liberties when oiling up Antonia, letting his fingers slip somewhere entirely inappropriate. I found it hard to continue to hold my cool, though, when I delivered a scotch to Jay as he sat on the edge of the hot-tub, with his huge black cock in Jessica’s mouth and a great big grin on his face. After overhearing various conversations, I was pretty unsurprised to hear that the amazingly sexy Coco was, in fact, a bona fide porn-star that had been employed on one of Jay’s more risqué rap videos, where he had taken a shine to her. Jessica, I discovered, was also an adult film worker, who worked in the ‘tiny teen’ niche market, even though she was twenty-three.

  I also noticed, among everything else, that no one was treating Seth with anything other than a genuine warmth and friendliness. There was no hint of them sucking up to him or him demanding any respect, even from George, his employee. He seemed totally unaffected and was just interested in everyone having a good time. It was not how I’d pictured things at all. It has to be an act, I decided.

  I just hoped I didn’t get dragged into an orgy. Drinking while on charter or having any kind of relations with the guests were both grounds for instant dismissal. Obviously, part of my job involved being fun and flirty, but I always managed to keep that distance between myself and the paying customers.

  Seth, I realized as the day wore on, had been quietly avoiding me. He was polite, smiling and receptive, but not investing in getting to know me the way he did with Michelle, Suzy and even the guys. He had been happy to ride a Waverunner with Troy at the helm, showing him what to do, before transferring to a separate one for a three-way race against the deckhand and Jay Money. The race ended in victory for Troy, obviously, but there was plenty of camaraderie, bonding, and high-fiving at the finish line. He had even, at her hair-twirling, flirty suggestion, taken Suzy for a spin, her sitting extremely close to him and being friendly enough to prompt Mia into claiming loudly that it was her turn to be driven around.

  But with me, I got only as little interaction as he could get away with. To get what I wanted, however, I knew I needed him to feel closer to me. I needed him to like me, to care about me and, within minutes, my opportunity arose.

  Sam, George, and a freshly-dressed Valentina were messing about on the jet bikes about a hundred yards off the starboard side. Seth and Mick sat at a table, also to the starboard, deep in conversation, while Jay Money relaxed, still in the Jacuzzi, where he could comfortably watch the half-naked women as Suzy or I brought him drinks.

  I was returning to the open deck area with two new bottles of wine, along a shortcut from the upper storeroom. The route took me along a slim walkway across the very roof of the yacht’s cabins and had no handrail. It was totally normal and I, along with all the other crew, had walked this path hundreds of times and we were all completely accustomed to the danger. I saw my chance, however, as it came to the point where I needed to climb back down onto the deck at the same time as Troy came bounding through the door below me.

  Troy, clearly wildly delighted to have been called back up to where so many bikini-wearing beauties were lounging, wasn’t paying full attention to his surroundings as he should have been. I looked over to see Seth lift his gaze just in time to see Troy push the door open with enough strength for it to smack me as I was gingerly looking to find my step down. It was tough to make it look real but, by the sudden look of surprise on Seth’s face, he was convinced I just got knocked overboard.

  Chapter 7:Seth

  It was one those things you don’t quite believe they are happening until it’s too late. Mick and I were casually chatting about nothing much when I looked up to see Tara stepping down onto the deck from one of the crew’s walkways. I watched the door open, one of the deckhands rush out, and the door knock into her before she reached the deck. My heart leaped into my mouth as I saw Tara lose her balance, waiver, then fall straight over the side, the two bottles she was carrying smashing against the hull of the boat as she dropped.

  “Holy shit!” I cried, causing Mick to look up in alarm. I jumped up out of my chair, rushed over to the side in time to see the spray from the splash she made in the water and, without thinking, dived straight off the side after her. I don’t think Troy, the deckhand, had even seen her fall off at that point. I heard loud and panicked cries from aboard the boat behind me, as I plummeted toward the waves, thirty feet below.

  It wasn’t a bad dive, considering I’ve never trained professionally. I didn’t black out as I hit the water, which was something. The sea was warm and calm, and clear for about six feet. I looked around desperately for her, quickly spotting her just beginning to sink into the darkness. A couple of kicks and I was able to grab her hand and haul her up to me. She floated up easily and I wrapped my arm around her slender waist, before kicking my way back up to the surface.

  Another great crash beside me and I realized that Troy had dived in as well. Around us, too, the churned-up trails in the ocean indicated that Sam, George, and Valentina had seen the commotion and raced their Waverunners full speed back to Venus, and were circling. I finally broke the surface and heard the cheers from up on deck.

  “Quick! Quick!” I heard Sam snapping at me, reaching down to take Tara from me. I let him drag her up onto his craft.

  “I’m sorry,” I heard Tara moan, so at least I knew she was okay. “I’m fine,” she protested, as Sam slung her across the saddle in front of him. He gunned his motor and sped away from me, and I caught a glimpse of Tara’s face as they turned. She looked shaken but managed to mouth the words "thank you" as Sam headed to the stern of the yacht.

  George appeared behind me and helped me up onto the back of his Waverunner. He turned in his seat and threw his arms around me. “Give me a heart attack, why don’t you?” he moaned at me. “You don’t always have to be a hero, do you?”

  “I’m sorry, buddy,” I patted his back as he hugged me. “Next girl I see drowning, I’ll leave her in the water.”

  “Promise?” He smiled, turning around to drive us back to the landing platform.

  *****

  Tara was escorted up the steps back to the sundeck by Sam. Troy supervised as I climbed, to make sure I hadn’t hurt myself in the dive, with George and a faintly amused-looking Valentina. We were made to lay in loungers while the rest of the crew appeared on deck. I thought Captain Samson would be all over me, ensuring I wasn’t going to sue him, his crew, or his employers but, to his credit, he we
nt straight over to Tara, making sure she was okay first of all. It must have felt strange to her, being laid down and fussed over by a group of half-naked girls that she was supposed to be taking care of. There was a cut on her arm where some broken glass had got her, which Michelle attended to with the first aid kit.

  Troy had some first responder training as well and was very quickly able to confirm I hadn’t hurt my neck or back, or given myself a concussion when I dived into the water. As soon as Troy was done, the captain squatted down next to me.

  “I want to thank you, Mr. Radisson,” he said warmly and offered me a hand to shake. “Only poor captains lose shipmates. I’m grateful you prevented me from becoming a poor captain. However, please let us look out for you from now on?”

  “I’ve no problem with that, sir,” I told him, shaking his hand.

  Mia shook his hand too, then remained glued to my side. She praised my bravery while simultaneously cursing my foolishness, as she tried to towel me off and cover me with kisses at the same time. I asked her to go and find me a scotch, then made my way over to Tara.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her, still a little out of breath.

  “I’m fine, Mr. Radisson,” she smiled weakly up at me, “but you really shouldn’t have dived in like that. You’re so brave…”

  Goddamn! I cursed inwardly. I felt my chest tighten and my loins tingle as she smiled directly at me. Why is she so bewitching? Why did I dive in so quickly after her? She wasn’t in any real danger, not with calm seas and a whole crew on hand to save her. Still, she looked more stunning than ever, now. Soaking wet, vulnerable, and helpless. I couldn’t help the feelings I was having. I was physically attracted to her, sure, but it was more than that. Something inside me wanted to care for her too. It felt like there was something in her that called out to me, making me feel responsible for her and that was maybe why I’d been avoiding getting too close with her. I felt like I wanted to be with her, to love her, far more than I wanted to be with Mia. And, right then, I was afraid that both of them could tell.