Hired (Forbidden Lovers: Rosie Anders)

19 - Look at Me

At the sound of Matthew's office door opening, I quickly position myself on his desk and cross my legs. "Well, good morning, Mr. Pincer." I can't help but smile at his shocked expression, as his eyes rake the length of me several times over.

I got up earlier than usual to purposely beat him to work, so I could be ready for his first morning pick-me-up of a new week. Scantily clad in a new black lace underwear set, I place my hands behind me on the desk and lean back, emphasising my chest. I give him what I hope is seductive smile and sway my shoulders side to side.

He stands there staring at me, clearly at a loss for words. I hop down from his desk and slowly move over to him. Taking his hand, I remove his grasp from the door handle and close it, just in case anyone else decides to come in early too.

"Shall I take your jacket?" I gently pull down from the collar and he at least manages to be animated enough to take his arms out. I chuck onto the chair in front of us and run my hands across his back until I am standing in front of him. I trail them down his chest and lean in to kiss him, finally reanimating his state of mind.

He lets me control the moment but takes hold of my waist as I walk backwards and lean back against the leather chair his jacket now lives on. My hands slide up to rest on the back of his neck as I encourage him to open his mouth allowing our tongues to trade places. That's when our feelings start to show and we press together more, moaning as our bodies collide. I drag my hands down his body and wedge them between us to pop open his button and slowly drag down the zip after.

His hands move lower to graze my thighs and his hooks his fingers either of my knickers to pull them down as I free him from his material confinements. When we finally touch skin on skin, I gasp and break he kiss, looking into his eyes begging him to take me with just a look. His hands grip underneath my thighs tightly and hoist me up, using the rim of the chair for support. I wrap my legs around his back as he thrust forward and straight into me.

I lean my head back and close my eyes as he begins his torment of my body and I don't know how much of him I can handle. Of course, we've done this before; done plenty of dirty things together before, but every time we go this far, my body and mind can't take it. The slowness of every move, has me moaning and begging for more; for him to go faster, but he takes no direction and gives it to me slow and steady, gliding along every sensitive inch of my skin that I have to clamp onto his shoulders like my life depends on it.

"Look at me."

The firmness and slight growl to his voice has me lifting my head and snapping my eyes open. I rest my forehead on his so I can't possibly look anywhere else. My breathing picks up as does his and I whimper as if it will force him to speed up but he still takes slow, agonising strokes inside me and I contemplate digging my nails into his skin in the hope it will get him to give me what I want.

"Matthew." I feel my eyes start to close as I whisper his name but they open immediately when he hoists me up further. "Matthew, please." I beg him to make that final movement that will end this all; give us both the relief we need. "I need..." I lean my head back again not sure I can take much more when he finally thrust into me hard and I look at him once again.

"Eyes open." He grits his teeth as he slams into me again, but still takes his time pulling out.

Once more and I'm done. I can feel it. Once more and he will have me melting all over him. "Matthew!" I shout his name as he hits me right where I need it most and I squirt all over him. It takes a few more strokes before he groans loudly in my ear, conveying he has finally found his happy ending.

He starts to slow down again, but still doesn't remove himself from me until his breathing has almost retuned to normal. Even when he does separate his body from mine, I feel disappointed that our moment is over. He gently sets me on the ground and I am thankful for the chair behind me, holding me up as I wait for my legs to stop shaking.