Your p.o.v
You were on your way to go visit your boss. You were dressed in a high waisted, caramel brown pencil skirt and a white spaghetti strap crop top. No excess skin was showing, only your knees down and your arms. You were dressed quite appropriately, since you were going in on your off day. The boss wanted to see you.
You don't know what for but kept it positive. He couldn't have been firing you, since you were amazing at running his business and advising him on successful strategies.
You were proudly his Last Kings marketing manager.
You got out of you Porsche and sashayed along inside the building. Your Red bottom heels clicked on the glass floor, as you smiled and greeted your familiar staff.
You took off your Louis Vuitton shades, before knocking on Mr. Michael's office door.
You held your handbag in your hands and sighed.
"Come in." You heard the buzz and pushed the door open.
"Good afternoon sir." You greeted with the most polite smile ever and took a seat.
"Y/n. Thanks for coming on such late notice." He smiled and looked you up and down, as if checking you out. You saw him bite his lip b you brushed it aside.
You placed your handbag on the floor next to you and your shades on his desk. You formally crossed your legs and nodded, as if awaiting his reason for calling you in.
He cleared his throat and aimlessly, turned through pages in his planner.
You smirked, seeing him a bit out of focus.
"Well Mr. Michael... Is there a problem?" You cut to the chase, never been the one to beat around the bush.
"Uhm, no. It's the opposite actually." He stood up and walked over to his drink cabinet. Your eyes followed his every step. His body was chiselled and buffed due to his frequent work outs in the gym. He walked like he was the most confident and important man on the earth.
You liked men who knew their worth.
He cleared his throat and asked, "Pierre Marcel or Carlo Rossi?"
You turned towards the window behind his desk, and stared into the open blue sky and gave a short chuckle.
"Water would be fine."
"Oh you don't drink?"
"I just don't fancy your type of drinks. Plus I came here to address your queries, not talk over some wine."
He laughed and poured the water and a glass of vodka for himself.
"You're so professional."
You smirked and accepted your water, with gratitude. You took a sip and placed it on the desk.
"Anyways..."
You looked at him and he was looking straight into your eyes. His eye colour turned a dark brown and he stood up to go lock the door.
You sipped your water and watched him sit on the desk in front of you.
"To be honest, you're great. My company has never seen better returns on investments and business had been booming ever since you've came around."
You looked at him and gave a soft smile. You shrugged your shoulders and watched him sip his vodka.
He kept his stare on you and his head rolled back.
"Fuck, I can't hide it anymore. I really want to bend you over my desk."
His last sentence surprised you, but you didn't let it show.
You gave out a soft laugh and grabbed your bag and your shades.
"I knew this meeting was pointless."
"Wait!" He grabbed your hand and ya'll stare into each other eyes.
He leaned in and you gave in, finally getting to taste his lips.
Sparks, confetti and fireworks were lit off and when the kiss ended it was breathtaking.
He bit his lips and you looked down at your bag in your hands.
He lifted up your chin and whispered, "I want you."
You smirked and pushed him down on the desk.
You always had a little crush on him, but since he was your boss you didn't want to come across as thirsty or anything.
You bit on his neck and he growled. You passed your hand over his crotch, stimulating him.
He leaned back and watched you take out his member and push it in your mouth.
He groaned, guiding your head and forcing you to deep throat. You didn't even gag and he watched you in amazement.
"Oh my god you're perfect."
You smirked and continued jacking him off. He held your hair in a ponytail and his eyes closed from the pleasure he was receiving.
"Slow down ma."
You didn't listen and your mouth got a full on.
"Fuck Y/n."
You swallowed and smiled.
"Did you swallow?"
You nodded and fixed your skirt, whilst he watched you unbelievably.
"You a freak."
You blushed and he put you up on the desk. He took off your skirt and lingerie. You watched him intently as his head lowered into you wet folds. All that sexual tension, made you cringe.
You felt his wet tongue suck on you cl*t and you jolted. He chuckled, sending vibrations to your core. Your eyes rolled back, whilst he steadily licked and sucked, alternating between the two.
"Fuck!" You moaned and held onto the desk, whilst your climax was fast approaching.
He then added his pointer and middle finger into you. You tried to get up but he held you down by your stomach.
"This too much already?" He chuckled and came close to your ear, "Wait till you get the d ma."
"Oh Fuck!" You erupted into glory. Your orgasm, hit hard and you were a moaning mess.
As you were recuperating, Tyga tip was put into you but the secretary's voice came into the intercom.
"Mr. Stevenson your very important meeting with the C.E.O of Textiles Inc is in progress."
Both of you jumped and tried to put on your clothes.
This meeting was to try and merge Textiles Inc and Last Kings to be on a more International scale.
You flattened your pencil skirt and Michael buttoned up his shirt.
"Later." He said, and rushed out of the office.
You gazed, into nothingness before putting on your shades and left the building.
Whilst you were getting into you vehicle, you got a text.
Mr.Stevenson: Keep this between us.
You watched up into the conferences room glass window and saw him looking down to you. You winked at him and entered you car and drove off speedily in your Porsche.
