Chip Taylor | 68 Kill Oneshots

Secrets with the Secretary (NSFW 18+)

Summary: Reader hired a secretary for... business reasons.

Content Warning: Boss/employee, sexual harassment training, penetrativesex, protected sex, bruising

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The worst part about the company's annual sexual harassment training wasn't the horrible examples, the hour long lecture, or even the sad reality that this was necessary. It was, without a doubt, the fact that I had to go through the entire thing from my seat at the front of the room that happened to be straight across from my secretary.

Chip Taylor had worked here for a little over a year. His entire work history with us was a bit... complicated. When I'd met him at a bar off the highway, he was sort of at the end of his rope. And while I'm not well known for accepting charity cases, something about him struck me. Something soft and approachable in his demeanor. He was the kind of person that you could just tell had been through hell without losing his humanity.

He was also the most beautiful man I'd ever seen in my life. I'd be lying if I pretended like that wasn't the biggest reason I hired him. But hey, secretaries are known for being attractive, and he really needed a job. And I really needed something nice to look at.

But that decision was currently coming back to bite me in the ass.

Because I could see the way he was watching me instead of the presenter. His gaze was so intense that I could feel him roaming over every inch of my legs the same way I could imagine how his breath would feel against my ear. Every example given of inappropriate public displays of affection might as well have been written about us, aside from the fact that it took place behind closed office doors.

The rest of the office was well aware that Chip served more than the customers. Human Resources was the only exception, and they spared no detail in explaining the possible repercussions of an abuse of power.

Every time they used the phrase, Chip's legs shifted. The notepad on his lap was carefully placed in the center of his lap, hiding evidence of his need.

But I knew, and I wanted it. I wanted to feel him come undone under my hands so badly. To hear him whimper as I finally relieved the tension he felt. The rest of the hour went exactly like that. By the time it was over, I could barely see straight. Everything was shrouded in a lustful haze that I had to rid myself of.

The good news was that I knew exactly how to accomplish that.

"Chip, will you come here for a minute?"

He'd only just sat down, and I watched as he tried and failed to adjust himself in his pants before waddling over to my office.

"What's up?" he asked, using that painfully pure and innocent voice. As if he didn't know why I'd called him into my office in the first place.

Thankfully that little naive act was over as soon as the door clicked shut and my whole body crashed into his. Chip caught me like he always did. He was so excited for the new development that he almost missed kissing me back. It was sloppy enough that it didn't matter, anyway. We were burning with desperation, and my hands were tearing off his tie before he spoke. But when he did, it was low and hoarse.

"Oh, thank God," he halfway grunted, "I've been thinking about fucking you for hours."

Chip practically shoved me back towards my desk, never taking his mouth off of me for more than a few seconds at a time. Once we hit it, he wasted no time. His strong hands grabbed my thighs and lifted me onto the wood. My hands left him just long enough to clear room for the activities that would follow.