“We’ve got take out in the conference room,” I suggested, thinking of the lunch we never ate.
“Mmm…” She smiled that cat smile and pressed against my legs as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. I grew stiffer as she lifted the tumbler of vodka and took another long drink, giving me the full, up-close view of that body. “Or?”
“Or we could go out for drinks?” I glanced at the clock. It was already six, and I imagined hitting a bar then going back to my place for a nice, long night of her in my bed. With a start like this, no telling what all we might try. I was getting harder just thinking about it.
“Is that what you want to do right now?” Her eyes narrowed, and I was ready.
“Not really.” I stood and lifted her by the upper arms, helping her turn around and lean forward over my desk on her stomach.
Her smooth, round ass was so pretty. Reaching forward, I took a long hit from my own vodka as I enjoyed the view a moment. Yes, this was nuts. I barely knew this woman, she was my employee…
It was also extremely fucking hot. The perfect office fantasy. You only live once.
I slid a finger under the center string of her thong, starting at her lower back and following it down then I moved my hand around to the front. She rested her cheek on the desk and whimpered when I found her clit through the thin fabric. Her breasts were pushed into full mounds beneath her, and I slid my fingers over the damp patch on her panties. Another sound came from her throat as I went beneath the fabric, lightly rubbing her swollen bud. Her ass swayed in front of me, and I opened the condom with my teeth, rolling it on one-handed.
“Oooh,” she moaned as I massaged a little deeper, and her knees bent. I could tell she was getting there by the way her thighs were beginning to tremble. My fingers continued working her, and I kept my eyes on her ass. I moved the thin gold rope to the side and testing her opening. Hot and soaked.
“Oh, Patrick,” she moaned again as my two fingers went inside her. I glanced up to see her eyes closed, and I removed my fingers, lifted my dick, and with one hard push, I was in—tight, wet and welcoming. I groaned loudly. Pussy was the greatest gift.
Keeping my fingers on her clit, my other hand gripped her waist. I was ready to rock her til she begged me to stop, but she pushed up on the desk against me, arching her back and matching my strength.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she reached for my thighs, still banging against me. I sat back in the chair, and she never broke contact.
Now she was on my lap, leaning forward against the desk with me full inside her. My hands were on her hips and her hand had replaced mine between her legs. She bounced up and down, and I could see the reflection of her tits in the window, doing the same as she got herself off on my lap. I clutched her waist feeling my own explosion coming.
“Oh, god, Oh, yes!” She was riding me hard and fast, reverse cowgirl, and I leaned back and enjoyed the show, feeling her inner muscles tightening around me, seeing her juices coming down, covering me. I wanted to let her finish, but damn this was too much, even for me. My ass tightened as the pressure built…
“Fuck,” I yelled as I shot off. I held her against me and stood, pushing her forward onto the desk so I could slam her hard. This was more than hot. It was fucking awesome.
Her brow clutched as her mouth opened wide. Then she wailed, pushing back against me, and I managed to shoot off a little more as she finished. I was pretty sure I saw stars, and I laughed, wondering if that was how she got her name. It was very possible I was a little drunk. Maybe more than a little.
Sliding her hair off her back, I kissed her between the shoulder blades. Her body moved with her laugh, and I ran my hand down her back, pulling out and disposing of the condom.
I studied her with a satisfied smile as I pulled up my pants. “I’m about one hundred percent sure I’ll only be thinking of one thing when I sit at this desk now.”
She rose and walked to where she’d left her dress in a puddle at my door. Facing me, she again gave me the full view of her body as she slowly slid it up her legs. “Maybe you need a private secretary,” she said with a wink.
“I like that idea.” I buttoned my shirt as I watched her.
Just then her phone buzzed. It was still on my desk from where she’d left it after ordering the takeout. I glanced over and saw the name Tom Brandon flashing on the screen, and my eyebrows pulled together. Brandon.
My brain was fuzzy from our vodka lunch with a side of multiple orgasms, but a warning instinct went off low in my stomach.
“Who’s—” I started, but she jerked her dress over her shoulders and snatched the phone off my desk.
That told me more than I wanted to know. Forcing my brain to focus, I stood and caught her arm, pulling her back and turning the phone in her hand so I could see the face. Her eyes blinked nervously to me as she tried to move away, but I held her fast.
“Are you married?” Anger flared in my chest, pushing out any good feelings I might’ve had just moments ago.
“We’re separated,” she said with a nervous laugh. “I don’t know why Tommie’s calling me.”
“The fuck?” I backed away trying to shake the fog out of my head. A husband? “You’re married and you were in here…” What kind of fucked up shit had I stepped in?
She lunged forward then, grabbing my arm. Long nails cut into my skin, and I snapped it away. “Don’t look at me like that,” she hissed, eyes flashing.
“How am I supposed to look? You should’ve said you were married.”
“Yeah? Before or after you stuc