The New Boss: An Office Romance

My voice is loud in the quiet office, but I can’t stop. Can’t breathe. He groans into my neck before pulling back and licking his fingers clean. “Fucking hell, you taste good.”

I’m reaching forward, undoing his belt, because I need to see him. Need to feel him. I finally shrug all the way out of my shirt and bra before getting him naked.

My mouth goes completely dry. Hollywood is missing out on this man not being an actor. I daresay that the porn industry is missing out too. Because not only is he gorgeous and ripped, but he has a cock that’s long and thick and entirely hard. Holy shit.

And there’s no way that he doesn’t know what to do with it. The only hesitation is him putting on a condom. Then, in seconds, Malcolm has me back up against the glass, lifting me and sliding into me. I lose my breath entirely, gasping.

“Yes,” he groans. “I love that sound.”

He’s so big that I feel stretched. Especially with my legs wrapped around his hips, trapped between him and the glass. Behind me all of L.A. is laid out, nothing but air. I swear that I can feel the air and emptiness on the other side of the glass, and I’m dizzy with the sensation of being full and pinned and fucked.

Malcolm doesn’t hold back. The moment he’s fully inside me, he pulls back and drives back into me harder. And harder still. Pleasure and heat slam through me like a tornado of fire. Pure chemistry is on fire, the friction of his cock is perfect.

God, it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone that I can’t breathe. He’s pure strength, working me with long, plunging strokes while holding me up. Malcolm’s gaze is locked on mine. Icy blue eyes that are an entirely different kind of heat.

“Don’t stop,” I manage to tell him. “Please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. Instead he leans forward, still fucking, and whispers words in my ear. “I’m not going to stop. I’m going to fill you with my cock until you come all over it.”

I can’t control my voice, moans coming out of me with every stroke. He’s still talking. “And imagine, someone could be watching us right now. Seeing the way I’m filling you up over and over. Now hold on with your legs.”

Obeying, I grip him harder as he slams into me, holding me up with his thrusting and his cock as he grabs my hands. He holds them wide, pinning them against the glass so I’m completely at his mercy, and God, I fucking love it.

Everything shatters but the glass. An orgasm with enough force to break all the windows in the goddamn building. I scream it out, my pussy slamming down on his cock. I’m writhing on him, taking what I need, and riding the waves of pleasure that make my world go white.

And he still doesn’t stop, driving himself into me all the way. Again and again until he’s shaking. His strokes suddenly go erratic, mouth crashing down on mine with a groan. I feel him come, another cascade of pleasure dropping over me.

It takes long minutes for me to fully come back to myself, and when I do, Malcolm is still inside me, and I’m still pinned against the window. His lips are soft on mine, and he tastes rich like whiskey. When he lowers me to the ground, I don’t want him to pull away. But he does.

He’s turning around and slipping on his pants in a way that seems far too quick.

“That was…”

Malcolm nods. “Yes.”

“I’ve never felt anything like that.”

He looks at me and smiles, but it’s distant. Like a wall has been thrown up between us all at once. I know that he was there with me in the moment, but now he’s retreating.

I watch him buttoning his shirt and realize that I’m still naked and leaning against his window. That seems…too vulnerable. I scramble to put my clothes on again, and Malcolm watches me coolly, sipping the glass of whiskey that I tasted on his lips. He’s not speaking, but I can feel his eyes on me.

“Are you still going to work tonight?” I ask.

One side of his mouth tips up into a smirk. “Has to get done sometime.”

I swallow, basking in the way he’s staring at me. He’s still distant, but the carnal knowledge in his eyes sends goosebumps across my skin. “I’ll be back tomorrow, Sir.”

The flare in his eyes is more than enough gratification. He pins me to the floor with those eyes. “Try not to be late this time, Miss Stewart.”

Just the way he says my name makes me shiver. If I stay in this room right now, I’m going to press myself against him again, and the way he’s looking at me and staying across the room tells me that we both know what would happen.