But he hasn’t given anything away. He’s barely even looked at me despite wearing an outfit that is the very definition of subtly sexy. I’m even wearing heels again, despite my tendency to fall over in them. Plus a classic bright red Hollywood lipstick.
I can’t sort out the feelings and frustration that are in my chest. What do I do here? I know it’s not exactly traditional to fuck your boss on the first day of work. Even on the second day. So what the hell am I looking for here?
Shaking my head, I pull together the papers that Malcolm needs for his meeting in an hour. I brace myself when I knock on his office door. It’s nothing. We had an impulsive fling based on pure chemistry. It was fucking amazing. It doesn’t have to be anything more than that. And now it’s done.
But when he calls me in, immediately the atmosphere feels different. Malcolm’s eyes are on me the second that I push the door open and walk in. He doesn’t take them off me, even when I round the desk to hand him the papers.
“This is what you needed?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t even look at what I’ve handed him. Instead, I get the feeling that he’s talking about me. What?
Bravery fills me, and I dare to look at him closer. His icy eyes are a darker shade of blue, and he’s gripping the arms of his desk chair so hard that his knuckles are white. He’s looking me up and down, catching on the outfit that I put together like he’s seeing me for the first time today.
I smirk at him. “You’re noticing me now?”
For a second I think I see a flash of anger. “You think that I haven’t noticed you?”
“You seemed a little…cold and focused this morning. Not that I blame you. I’m not exactly sure what last night was—”
Malcolm stands, cutting off my words. It hasn’t even been a day and I’ve already forgotten just how far he towers over me. “If you’re not sure, then maybe you need a reminder. Shut the door.”
My breath catches, and I know that I shouldn’t. That this is a dangerous game to play. But all I’m thinking about is the way that he filled me up and made me scream and there’s no way that I’m going to say no to that.
I close the door, and then a hand is reaching out from behind me to flick the lock. He’s pressed against my back, cock already completely hard. “I was trying to ignore you. So fucking hard. Because last night was unprofessional of me.”
“I didn’t mind.”
He growls into my neck. “And then you showed up in this fucking skirt, and I’ve been hard all morning thinking about tearing it off you.”
My eyes flutter closed at the sheer heat that rolls through me. “Good.”
“You’re playing with fire, Brooke. Tempting me.”
“Maybe I like fire.”
His hand weaves into my hair, pulling my head back so he can kiss my neck. Whisper in my ear. “I have fifteen minutes before people walk into my office.”
“Sounds like you have a problem then,” I gasp. “A cock that hard can’t possibly be comfortable.”
“Tease.” His voice is raw. “It’s going to take me longer than fifteen minutes to fuck you properly.”
I turn and lean against the door, arching my breasts into him. “Who said anything about you fucking me?” Reaching down, I stroke my fingers down the steel of his shaft, and he groans.
Boldness streaks through me. I like this game that we’re playing. The singing tension between us is back in full force, and I can’t think about anything else. I squeeze him. “Let me take care of this. Then you’ll have your meeting. Then you can fuck me properly.”
A feral smile crosses his face. “Are you going to be the cliche secretary sucking cock beneath the desk?”
The blunt way he says it makes me shiver. I can feel how wet I am. The way my body reacts to Malcolm is like nothing I’ve ever felt. I could just listen to him speak and I’d be wet.
“Yes,” I say, placing my hand on his chest and backing him up. All the way back to his chair and down. I brush my lips on his, barely. “I can’t leave a mark on you here for your meeting.”
Sinking to my knees, I undo his belt and pull his cock out of his pants. “But I can leave one here.”
He’s already hard, cock just as huge and impressive as last night. Malcolm is gripping the arms of the chair again, watching me with an intensity that makes me shake. I press my lips to the tip of him, smearing red across his skin on purpose. His whole body tenses, and he groans again—the sound going straight to my pussy. God, this man turns me on so much I’m going to come without him touching me.
I lock eyes with Malcolm, and lick him. The world’s sexiest lollipop. “You said that you like me on my knees.” I don’t even wait for him to react—I take him into my mouth, slowly. The way he tenses all at once, I know he’s completely focused on me. He’s not going to last long—which is good, because we don’t have long.
Deeper. And deeper again, until my mouth is stretched around his shaft, sucking as I pull back to the tip. I never look away from his eyes, and I swear I feel him get harder against my tongue. Teasing the underside of his cock, I watch his eyes close. Jaw clench. He’s holding himself back. Trying not to do something.
I’m not exactly sure what’s between us yet, but I like the idea of him completely letting go. So I decide to call him on it. “You’re holding something back.”
The look on his face has me pulling my skirt up my thighs, teasing my fingers underneath my thong to my clit. I’m so wet already that my fingers slide over my skin, barely able to find any friction.
“I am. You’re not ready for it.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
He leans forward and grabs my hair again, guiding my mouth to his cock, and from that moment, I’m no longer in control. Malcolm’s hips thrust upwards into my mouth, deeper than I took him. Deep enough that I have to close my eyes. This. This is what he was holding back.
Over and over he drives himself up into me, holding me still. There’s something so fucking hot about him getting off like this. My own fingers are moving, driving streaks of pleasure through my body. I’ve never come from sucking cock…I think that’s about to change.
Malcolm pulls me back and makes me look at him while I breathe. He brushes my thumb over my lower lip. They’re already swollen, and the red of my lipstick is all over his cock. I probably look like a mess, and I can’t bring myself to care at all.
His fingers tighten, and he pulls me back onto his shaft with a groan. All the way down, as far as I can take him, and he holds me there. “Fuck. Yes.” He whispers, thrusting up. Fast, short movements. He’s breathing hard, and I hear the strain in his voice. “Swallow me. Swallow everything.”
Seconds later he comes, filling my mouth with salt and heat. One hand wraps around my throat, holding me in place as he spills everything he has into me. And I do swallow. I’m gasping when he lets me go and I wish that it wasn’t over. I won’t be able to wait through his entire meeting.
I’m getting close, my movements faster. I want this.
Malcolm keeps his hold on me, pulling me up higher on my knees. One hand undoes the buttons on my shirt, pulling my breasts out of my bra one by one, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
And there’s a knock on the door.
We both freeze, and my mind goes blank. This isn’t what I meant. I meant to be finished and to go back to my desk. Now I can’t. I’m too messy and there’s not enough time.
Malcolm smiles and whispers in my ear. “You’re going to stay right here under this desk. And you’re going to keep touching yourself, knowing that you could be caught at any moment.” I barely get a hold on my moan. “You don’t want me to hold back? I won’t. Don’t come. Don’t you dare come until this meeting is over. And believe me, if you do, I’ll know.”
My eyes go wide. “You’re not serious.” I’m already so close.
Another knock on the door. “Mr. Meyer?”
“I am completely serious,” he says, letting me go and tucking his lipstick smeared cock back into
his pants. “That orgasm is mine. I’m going to taste it, take it, and then give you more. So you’re not going to come. You’re going to keep yourself just like this.”
There’s no more time. He stands and pushes the chair into the desk, blocking me in. Oh my God. He’s serious. I hear him unlock the door and the voice of one of the other secretaries on the floor. “Sorry, Mr. Meyer. These men are here for you, and I don’t know where your secretary went.”
“She’s on a personal errand for me. Thank you, Diana. Come in, please.”
I could come anyway. Would he really know? I have no doubt that I can work myself up to another orgasm that will be ready for him by the time the meeting is over. And yet…I’m not quiet. I’ve never been a silent lover. Even by myself.
And more than that, I want to see where this goes. There’s a tantalizing curiosity building up under my skin along with the pleasure that’s at my fingertips. Malcolm barely had time to unleash himself. What happens when he actually has time?
Male voices fill the office, and I try to focus on them. To listen to what Malcolm is saying. I can tell through his tone and his laughter that he’s fully in control of the meeting, just like right now he’s fully in control of me. But my mind is scattering and reforming as I touch myself, daring to slip my fingers down and in before backing off and holding myself back until I can breathe.
I grab onto the seat of his chair and hold on. I bite my lip. Everything that I can possibly do to hold myself back while still going. Still teasing my clit. I’m breathing hard and trying to keep myself quiet. All the while I’m holding onto his voice, slightly muffled by the desk. It’s like he’s right there whispering in my ear.
God, this is insane. But I love it. Whatever made HR pick me from that stack of applicants and interviews, I never imagined this. Fuck, I never dreamed that this could happen. Ever. And I’m okay with it. This is an adventure and a game that I’ll never have again. I want to see where it leads.
My thong is soaked, and I’m writhing on my knees. How long has it been? I have no idea. My world has shrunk to the small bundle of nerves under my fingers. Holy shit, I don’t know if I’m going to make it. I don’t know if I’m going to make it.
It takes me a second to realize that there’s silence in the office. Malcolm pulls the chair out from the desk and hauls me up to my feet. I’m not supporting myself, my knees almost numb. He takes one look at me and smiles. “Good job.”
And that’s the last thing he says before spreading me out on the desk. Papers crunch under my back and there’s a pen under my hip and I don’t fucking care because his mouth is on me right over the lace of my thong. “Oh, fuck.”
“I barely got through that meeting, thinking about the taste of you.”
I’m not capable of speech. Just feeling. Arching. Reaching. Moaning when he gets tired of the fabric blocking his tongue and tears the thong away from my skin like it’s made of tissue paper.
Malcolm seals his mouth over my clit and sucks. I break apart, shattering into a million bright pieces. I barely keep myself from screaming, holding my hands over my own mouth to muffle the sound.
Pleasure so sharp that it slices through me. It’s built up for so long that it’s absolutely fucking explosive. Totally worth the torture and the wait. It never seems to end. He licks down and fucks me with his tongue before swirling back up and over my clit again and again and again. Every stroke is a shining star that lights up into a firework.
I collapse back into my body, gasping, panting.
Malcolm’s lips are wet when he looks up at me. There’s dark fire in his eyes. He’s just as in control now as when I was under the desk. I still can’t speak and don’t want to. All I want is more.
He pulls me off the desk and gives me just that, bending me over the surface and barely stopping to don the condom before he slams into me. “Fuck,” he growls.
My whole body is sensitized. His hands on my hips feel like they’re sinking through my skin, and the friction of his cock is sending me into the stratosphere. I don’t have to try to come again. Pleasure that unfurls in my gut and pulls me down. It wraps itself around me. Drowns me. I curl my fingers around the edge of the desk and hold on.
Malcolm is doing exactly what I asked.
He is unleashed.
I’ve never been fucked like this. Not even last night against the window. It’s mind-altering. Life changing. Perfect.
My mouth is open in a silent scream, and I just dissolve into a being of nothing but pleasure. He groans as he drives himself harder, finding his own pleasure and nearly collapsing onto me. I’m locked between him and the desk, impaled and taken.
This is the best job that I’ve ever fucking had.
Malcolm slowly pulls away. We’re both still breathing hard, and my legs are shaking. What do you even say about that?
He steps away to the bar, and I lower my skirt. Fix the buttons on my blouse. When he comes back he has a napkin and gently helps me clean up the lipstick smears on my face. This isn’t the cold distance that he showed last night. Anything but.
“What the hell are we doing?” I breathe.
He shakes his head, and an amused smile is on his face. “I have no fucking idea. But I don’t want it to stop. Do you?”
“No.”
His eyes meet mine. “I tried to tell myself it’s just chemistry, and that we got it out of our system. That didn’t really work.”
I laugh. “No kidding.”
“I’ve never done this with someone who works for me. I shouldn’t.”
“Maybe not.” I catch his hand as he finishes cleaning my skin. “But I shouldn’t really be fucking my boss either.”
We stare at each other, and it’s like a magnet. I can’t stop the way I’m leaning toward him, and he’s there too. The kiss is soft and perfect. A blooming pleasure that makes me ache for more. When he pulls away, I see the same desire in his eyes. “Let’s stop thinking about should and shouldn’t for a while,” he says. “Because this isn’t something I can ignore.”
“Thank fuck.”
He laughs. “I didn’t expect you, Brooke Stewart.”
Hopping off the desk, I walk towards the door and look over my shoulder. “I should get back to work. But don’t worry, I always try to be unexpected. Sir.”
I feel his eyes on my ass until I’m out of sight.
5
Malcolm
I don’t know if I want to wait until Monday.
I send the text quickly, without thinking too much about it. I’ve been doing that a lot lately because I frankly can’t believe that this has moved this fast. Every day of this week has been a whirlwind of sex and playful conversation.
Brooke is everything that I never expected and everything that I didn’t know that I needed. I hadn’t realized just how much I’d been dreading the work week and how exhausted I’d been feeling. But every day this week I’ve come in eager to be here.
Granted, the guarantee of amazing sex would make anyone happy. But it’s more than that. Brooke isn’t afraid of me. She gives back as much as she takes, and I like that. When you get to where I am, there’s not a whole lot of people who don’t just tell you what you want to hear. Brooke feels real.
That’s what I think makes her acting so brilliant. She doesn’t say anything that’s not completely genuine. You can’t help but believe her. So yesterday, before we left the office—both still panting from fucking on the floor of my office, we exchanged numbers.
It’s something that feels almost old-fashioned now with email, but I didn’t want to go the whole weekend without talking to her. And now that we’ve been texting, I don’t want to go the whole weekend without seeing her either.
A response comes through.
I think that can probably be arranged.
Let me take you to dinner tonight?
There are the little typing bubbles, and then they stop. It’s already afternoon, and on a Saturday. She might already have plans. As much as I want to see her, I�
��m not arrogant enough to assume that she wouldn’t have weekend plans after five days working for me.
Well, if I don’t go out, all I’m going to be doing is obsessing over lines and my audition tomorrow, so when and where?
I smile at the phone and text her the address of one of my favorite restaurants. If we were a little deeper into this, I’d insist on picking her up. Hopefully I’ll be dropping her off. Or even better, taking her back to my place.
Shaking my head, I put the phone down and decide to take my time getting ready with a nice long shower. I can’t believe that I’m texting—flirting—with someone over text. I haven’t done that since…
I unintentionally wince at the awful memory. That doesn’t have any place getting dragged out right now. Not when Brooke and I are going to have a nice time. Shoving the memory down, I make a promise not to think about her the rest of the night.
Le Outre is a restaurant that I was introduced to when I first moved to L.A., and it’s remained one of my favorites. Not because of the exclusivity or price, but because the food is genuinely delicious, and it’s one of the few restaurants of its kind that’s still family owned. The Otero family owns a few restaurants that I frequent. It doesn’t matter if I have a reservation or not, they’ll make room for me.
Anton was all smiles when I showed up early and asked for a table for two. The bastard knows that I usually dine alone, or I make a point of telling them that it’s a business dinner. This time…he knew without me telling him.
Now I’m waiting outside for Brooke, but each car that pulls up, I don’t see her. Until I do. She’s walking down the sidewalk in a simple blue dress that sets off her skin and hair and God, I almost wish that we weren’t in public about to have dinner so I can show her how much I appreciate the view.
She’s fucking gorgeous. The light breeze off the ocean is blowing her hair back. Her heels are even higher than the ones that she’s been wearing to the office, and she only has eyes for me. I’m seeing visions of her legs over my shoulders while wearing nothing but those heels, and the smirk on her face tells me that she knows exactly that.
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