The Boss' Genius

His Desire

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Chapter 2-

After 5 hours of solid work he is nearly done, just as he is about to finish, Stiles walks out of his office with his hair messed and tie loosened, it makes Derek’s heart nearly jump out of his chest and all the blood rush to one certain area, making him have no choice but to readjust the uncomfortable situation.

When Derek looks to his boss’s hands he nearly growls from frustration, another pile of work and only an hour to finish it, he is going to make a rude remark that could get his ass fired but stops himself because he actually likes his loft.

“This is to be completed within the hour, if not you have to stay over time.” Stiles says in a rough voice, like he is angry or frustrated. Not wanting to piss him off even more than he already seems to be he takes the files and starts his work, not saying a word to his boss.

After another forty minutes of work he is about to give up, even though he only has one file left to do. Quickly finishing it he gets up five minutes before he is supposed to leave and knocks on the door to Stiles office. In the past month, the level that Derek first walked in on has been refurbished with desks added, including his new one. He heard a ‘come in’, and he enters. Papers are scattered on the floor and the desk nearly torn apart. It looks like a boom it this place.

Derek clears his throat before looking directly at Stiles. “Everything is finished, and filed. I’ve finished so if you don’t mind I was wondering if I could clock off early.” Derek asks even though he has a few minutes left on his shift.

Stiles looks at him like he has just killed a man, so much rage in his eyes for a reason unknown. Derek is about to walk back out be instead he closes the door behind him and walks over to Stiles who was now standing up.

“Are um, you okay?” He questions slowly not wanting to make things worse.

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah but the alcohol on your breath says otherwise.” He honest to god didn’t mean for that to pass his lips, but he caught a whiff of the intoxication when he walked closer to him.

More rage builds up on Stiles’ face, and since there were no windows looking out in the office, Stiles can literally do anything to him and no one would know. Derek has to internally shake his head from all the dirty images he has about this certain scenario. Stiles storms past him, going over to the door, he is confused for a moment but everything makes sense when he hear the click of the lock.

“What are you doing?” He questions, taking a step back when Stiles takes a step closer.

“You know what Derek, you are so frustrating. I don’t know how I put up with you and your cocky persona. Always sticking in things, you know what sometimes you need to just shut up and leave but now look what you have done. You opened your mouth and not in a good way.” Stiles growls slamming Derek to the closest wall, Stiles is stronger than Derek thought.

In the heat of the moment Stiles presses his lips against Derek’s, thinking he wasn’t going to respond he instantly pulls away but Derek pulls him back again when a rush of pure lust flows through him. It takes a moment for Stiles to catch on but they soon both start to fight for dominance. Derek can taste the strong alcohol on his boss’s tongue, which makes the moment even heavier.

 Stiles traps his employee with both of his hands by running them through his thick black hair, but he is the one who feels trapped when Derek’s rough digits grip his waist and pull his in closer so they were pressed together, Stiles let out a moan which made his c0ck twitch.