Illicit Affairs

by Dixon

  “Of course.” Ava nodded, her fingers pressing against his desk as she leaned forward slightly, her eyes trying to catch his attention as concern etched into her features. “But will you please just sit down and take a breather?”

  Nate’s eyes flicked up from the papers, landing on snowy globes bursting from his assistant’s skintight dress as she leaned slightly over his desk. However, his eyes rose quickly and sheepishly to hers, hoping she didn’t catch him stealing a look. As their eyes met, for just a moment his celestial being floated in her oceans, a sudden sense of serenity overcoming him as his brow relaxed. She had a deleterious effect on his concentration for whatever reason and it made him pin his plump lower lip between his teeth as he gazed into her eyes with a carnal desire. Nate wanted to take her, right there, but today his self-control would prevail.

  With perfect posture he straightened his back and brought his fist to his side, the tie still wrapped around his hand, the edges of which dangled loosely, epitomising his predicament.

  “I’m fine.”

  “No,” Ava insisted, walking around the large desk, pressing his shoulders down and coaxing him into his seat. “You’re spent and need to take a breather, Mr. Brooks.”

  For some reason, Nate flinched at her addressing him in the way he had originally requested; it felt impersonal and cold. However, that coldness suddenly evaporated from him as dainty hands found his broad shoulders. Ava stood in front of his chair between him and the desk as her hands squeezed at him, eliciting a hiss from his teeth as the tension egressed through her feminine touch.

  Maybe a five-minute break wouldn’t hurt?

  “Better. Now, let me have a look for this certificate.” Ava smiled sweetly down at him for doing what he was told. She turned around at the mess across his desk, meticulously flicking through the many documents and hummed, “Gold foil seal…”

  Nate sighed heavily, the sensation of her fingertips lingering happily, sending tingles down his arms and through his core. However, his attention flicked up as Ava reached over the far end of his desk, her heart-shaped derriere pushing back towards him as though the sight was for his enjoyment alone. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, the blood rushing towards his centre as the black dress pulled higher on her legs, revealing the black lace of the suspenders securing her sheer stockings.

  It took every ounce of restraint he could muster to not grab her hips at that moment.

  Now he had a real problem, the concern for the lost document paling in comparison. Under the neatly pressed Italian fabric of his work slacks, a monster awoke and took form, pushing against the pleated pants.

  “Hm, how odd… I could have sworn I saw it earlier…” Ava pondered as she set three piles of paperwork across his desk. “You’re sure you’ve checked everywhere?”

  “E-every inch…” Nate answered, stammering, his sudden loss of vernacular the direct result of observing more and more of Ms. Archer’s underwear, the exposed lines of her garters making a wreck of him as he was unable to discern a panty line through her tight dress.

  “Ah, wait! Is that…” Ava saw the sheen of gold from beneath his desk and got down onto all fours, crawling beneath the desk as she pulled the crumpled certificate from between the mass of loose computer cables.

  Nate’s eyes nearly sprung from their sockets as she lowered in front of him, her dress bunching so high up on her thighs that the under curve of her peach was as clear as day. At any rate, he was glad her attention was turned away, the misdirection giving him a chance to stave off the growing crisis in his pants, but his member had grown involuntarily at an alarming rate just seeing her bent over his desk. The more his pressing palms sought to conceal the bulge, the more the pressure and friction, the more the problem grew.

  “Gotcha!” Ava beamed, crawling back out of the tight space and rising to her feet, but as she did, her head caught the lip of the table eliciting a squawk from her mouth as she stumbled backwards, her heel catching on a cable under the desk and tripping her. “Agh!” she squealed out, her balance thrown as she took two clumsy steps backwards and tumbled down onto her boss’s lap, the certificate in hand.

  Nate was an alpha male and whenever he was aroused, his instincts turned animalistic so as his assistant stumbled backwards on the cord, he saw it happen almost as if in slow motion, reacting quickly as he caught her in his assertive grip. His strong hands wound around her waist, fingers pressing against her hipbones as he secured her in place, the red tie draped against the bare skin of her inner thigh as he released his clenched fist.

  Perhaps it was the rosebud notes diffusing from the golden silk now covering his face or maybe it was the sudden warmth he felt over his lap, but either way, it made him twitch in pleasure.

  Nate knew he should let her go right now but for some reason, his grip tightened around Ava’s hips and pulled her back down into him. This woman was his ultimate temptation.

  Ava shivered feeling the crimson silk running down a place where only her lovers had touched. It aroused her to no degree that something of Mr. Brooks’s was now touching between her milky thighs, the very thought bringing a noticeable pulse between her legs.

  A curl of hair had found its way across her pixie-like face in her dishevelled state, but she didn’t care to move it just yet, her arms and legs unable to move. Her mind and body were transfixed upon the strong hands gripping her slender hips that jutted through the skintight material of her dress, her sumptuous peach pressing down against her boss’s crotch.

  Ava sucked in a hiss through her teeth as Nate pulled her down against his lap, the stiff outline of something pressing up against her fleshy globes making the whites of her eyes pop. His warmth seeped through the expanse of his solid front and oozed into her back making her teeth clamp down upon her lip.

  Nate was no longer in control of his actions, his face dipping into the gold silk as he inhaled the scent clinging to the side of her neck until he was drunk on it.

  A part of Ava wanted nothing more than to reach her hands behind her and grip the top of Nate’s luscious dark hair, her back against his chest as she would slowly roll her stomach in a type of sensual dance, her hips circling, grinding her rear down into whatever teasing object was prodding into her bottom. She could imagine it now, his hot breath on the side of her throat, and could only dream of the deep groans he’d pour into her ear, the feeling of his hands tightening around her hips and maybe even one around her throa—

  “Shit, sorry!” Ava yelped, snapping out of her corrupted thoughts as she jumped off of her boss and dusted down her dress. Her pale cheeks now blooming like a cherry blossom tree as she glanced at the closed blinds, grateful that no one saw. She knew she had to get out of there before she seriously jeopardised both of their careers and quickly made her way to the door.

  “Lock the door.” The authoritarian dimension of Nate’s baritone voice filled the hollow of the room and subdued the silence. Three little words were all it took to cross that line. His assistant peered timidly over her shoulder and their eyes met in an unwavering expression of carnal lust; she knew, and he knew of the base things that were about to happen in this office.

  Eighteen

  Bands of amber sunlight flooded through the blinds hiding the garish fluorescent light and contaminating the rest of the office space. Nate’s heart pounded out of his chest as he stood from his chair, his legs feeling weak from the blood that was engulfing his centre. Winding the red silk tie tightly around his clenched hand, he fixated on the woman he would soon ravage as he struggled against letting the out-of-place lock of hair that sat across Ava’s eyes make a mess of him.

  Ava didn’t utter a word as she faced the door again and twisted the lock in place, her eyes down on her feet as curls hung and curtained her face.

  Nate stood like an uncut bull behind his desk; this was his domain and Ms. Archer knew it. His burning gems tracked her delicious silhouette as she did as instructed, her submission intoxicating. He took a step, and then another, p
acing towards the gorgeous Aphrodite, a polished leather toe leading each deliberate movement. His stride was slow but confident as the taps of his soles against the tiles echoed their heartbeats and matched in cadence. The sweet scent of her flesh filled his flaring nostrils once more as he breathed her in, her luscious blonde hair now touching his chiselled face. Only his earthy cologne and the mint upon his breath was her way of knowing just how close he was, an air of caution between them both as the lion closed in on its prey.

  “If we do this…” Ava warned, her voice a pitiful volume as though she was scared to confess her lust. She wanted to fight this impulse in her but already her brain was rationalising that sleeping with your boss or your father’s business associate wasn’t as bad as people made it out to be. It was only her reputation and morals that were on the line, that and her self-respect.

  “If we do what?” Nate quizzed, standing perpendicular to her as he dragged his fingertip lightly down the centre of her back, following the silver zip from the nape of her neck, down to her panty line, his other finger delicately moving one section of her hair down her back so to expose the side of her thin neck. “On-the-job compliance training?” he teased with a smirk.

  Shivers ran down Ava’s arm, her spine straightening from his touch as she took a step back until her bottom pressed up against him, his embrace oddly familiar yet exhilarating at the same time. Nate’s lack of concern over what they were about to do irked her, spurring her on to push his buttons.

  “I think you know what,” she challenged, lifting her arms into the air and looping them behind Nate’s neck. Her entire body was at his disposal, stomach flattening as she stretched upwards, her sinful curves flowing down her sides like a piece of sculpted art as her supple breasts sat higher up on her chest plate. Leaning the back of her head against his shoulder, she turned her face up and into the base of his throat, feeling woozy on his spicy aroma as she whispered against his flesh, “It’s the thing you’ve desired since that moment in the stables, the thing that pisses you off more than disorder, the thing that fuels your thoughts right before bed…”

  Nate’s eyes widened before closing over, his jaw clenched as he listened to the sultry words come from her delectable lips, trying not to lose his damn mind as she idly skimmed her nose up over the slight peppering of stubble on his neck.

  Her suggestive words bound his wrists tighter than any rope, his knees wanting to kiss the floor and yield to this golden deity.

  “Guilty as charged,” he confessed, his hands cupping her tiny waist. “I know what I want,” he whispered into her ear before wrapping her small frame in his strong protective arms, holding his prize securely in place as he breathed, “You.”

  The white shirt he wore contrasted sharply with her black dress, his dark hair with her blonde, the entangled pair resembling a human yin yang.

  The smooth baritone of Nate’s voice reverberated through Ava’s bones as he slid his strong arms around her and claimed her body as his. He confessed his sins, the low rumble of his voice comforting as it wrapped around her and carried her off to a place where sound had the power to change everything wrong in the world.

  Nate’s curious fingers explored her outstretched body like a teenaged boy touching a girl for the first time. Yes, he was an experienced lover, but something was different about Ava. He had never been with anyone like her—driven, intelligent, feisty, fearless, yet soft and submissive at times. Imperfectly perfect.

  Taking his time, he traced the jutting bones of her hips, crossing the soft expanse of her tummy, exploring every valley and curve, and playfully lingering on the barely noticeable elastic band of her panties, his fingertips sliding slightly further south. Nate was meticulous and thorough; with enough practice, he would know her body like he did his files. She was like an uncharted map, his hands explored every city, town, and village, mapping her body as his lips chased her soul. He kissed her forehead first before turning his head to the sensitive part of her inner arm and planting kisses.

  Admittedly, he was getting drunk on her pheromones, his temperature reaching a fever from the small whines he elicited from her lips, his heart rate accelerating with excitement raging through his veins.

  From her left shoulder, he plotted a path to her neck, taking his sweet time with each kiss to cover every inch of her, and then moving from her clavicle to her ear.

  Craving Ava had been the most delicious ache he had ever felt, worth the torment and worth any repercussions that were now pushed to the back of his mind. The only thing that confused him was how this didn’t feel wrong; the sin he was committing felt heavenly.

  Ava felt as though her blood was replaced with steam, her legs barely keeping her upright. She had been with many lovers but none as attentive as Nathaniel Brooks. His touch was intensely intimate from the delicate strokes on her stomach to the touches down her sides as though his fingers were paintbrushes upon a blank canvas, her legs like that of an easel. A small hiss pulled through her teeth as his touch ghosted just south of her panty line, her lashes fluttering closed as she became lost in a haze of sensation that was growing a fiery wet mess between her milky thighs. He made her blush in all the right places.

  Nate’s fingers sensually ascended her sides, all the way up her raised arms until he gently turned her around to face him, dropping her hands when he saw those sapphires and looking at her in a way he had never looked at a woman before.

  Her hands landed like two butterflies upon his shoulders as he reached to cradle the back of her head. He knew this was the worst thing he’d ever do, knew he was about to throw caution to the wind, but just the thought of her body and the whisper of his imagination left a fully grown man completely incapacitated. With Ms. Archer, there were no thoughts, no concentration, only desire and the ache of waiting for something that should never happen.

  His head tilted slightly, eyes closed as he advanced, but he stopped just before his mouth pressed to hers, deliberating on if he should go through with this. That single remaining thread of morality was stretched so tight that one breath from Ms. Archer’s tempting lips snapped it and blew it away.

  Nineteen

  First kisses were normally the making of something, but this kiss was like taking a wrecking ball to any previous relationship they had made for themselves.

  Ava pressed forward until all of Nate’s hard edges melted into her smooth contours.

  A soft, wet click was heard as Nate kissed her top lip, just once, pulling back slightly and peering down at her to confirm that this wild fantasy was quickly becoming reality. She answered him by way of her mouth turning up into a devilish smirk that popped the dimple in her cheek, an expression that Nate mirrored as she clasped her hands behind his neck.

  With brute strength, his muscular arms cinched her body close to his, but his lips drew hers in by a different, less visible force, an unearthly sort of magnetism. Nate kissed her passionately, destroying any semblance of the employment relationship. In that moment she was not his assistant, nor his business partner’s daughter, she was simply a woman, a marvellous, beautiful woman who he had craved the taste of for what felt like an eternity. He couldn’t get enough of her cinnamon dolce crème as he tenderly sucked upon her lower lip, their timid tongues finding each other like old lovers reuniting, tangling like two people sampling sweet passion after a long fast and dancing to the melody of their erotic song.

  Ava needed little to no reassurance as she abruptly took a step back, her hands gripping dark tendrils as she pulled Nate with her until her back thudded up against the office door and her greedy mouth demanded every last drop.

  While his fleshy explorer rhythmically darted in and out of her mouth, his lower half emoted pent-up longings as his hips pinned and gyrated against her body, not caring to hide the bulge in his pants. Breathlessly, he took a step back and took her hands in his, lifting her arms above her head and pinning them high against the heavy door with his left hand as his crimson tie hung down from her wrists and arms. He
needed her to stay still, to stand there and let him devour every piece of her just like in his dreams.

  He involuntarily growled like a savage bear, his tongue flicking at the soft lobe of her ear, then he surveyed her front with his dominant hand, digits caressing the softness of her lower jaw, down the side of her neck, pausing briefly to wrap lightly around her throat and squeezing the sides playfully as if to say you are mine.

  Ava moaned softly, her tongue leaving a glisten of moisture on her upper lip as she smirked at him as if daring him to take a chunk clean out of her throat like the piece of forbidden fruit she was. She wasn’t afraid of him; she wanted to see what darkness hid in his shadows. She wanted him to play with her black soul.

  After the detour, Nate’s eyes followed his fingers as they continued to her breasts, tracing the dip of her neckline, and then down over the fabric, registering the black lace beneath and the two hardened buds of her nipples protruding through the dress. He bit his lip with delight, a quirky smile coming to his lips as he wondered what may be happening between her legs.

  Being pinned to that door by Nate felt like swimming in the sea with thunderclouds looming overhead, a type of electrical current pulsing through Ava’s body and tingling static across her gooseflesh. His primal growls and intimate touches were richer than the concentrated chocolate of a truffle, his noises that sent waves of fire down between her loins now pooling with heat and making her fear that the flimsy covering of her thong would do little to hold back her arousal.

  Frustrated by the fabric blockading his assault, Nate slipped his right hand behind her back and his fingers found the zipper head of her dress.

  “Shh,” he hushed, referencing the muffled voices heard on the other side of the door. It was getting close to quitting time for the remaining staff and as the sun set and warm horizontal rays ascended the walls of the office, Nate realised that the silhouette of the lovers may well be visible. He eyed the leather ottoman nearby before looking back to Ava and slowly pulled down her zip, unwrapping his present. As her dress parted at the back and cool air kissed her snowy flesh, he observed the goosebumps rising down her spine while the fabric dangled from her shoulders. Nate ran his hand up the back of her exposed thigh and grabbed a handful of her soft, doughy derriere, exhaling heavily as he did. He nearly crumbled from the beautiful sensual whine that she made for him but leant in hushing her again, his smirking lips at the shell of her ear.