Marrying The Asshole

Chapter 11

Paul's P.O.V

Fucking hell! I completely forgot that they were together at the club that night. Was that the same guy she was in the bathroom with? No, cant be...was it though? I shook my head as these thoughts raced through my head. After I put down the rules, Carl and Ms. Anderson went out to get some company financial files. Although I suspect they went to talk about the shitty situation they're in. Damn! I should've grabbed Carl by the tits and dragged his ass back to the table when I seen him dancing with her. I shook my head in disbelief. I needed to focus, she was distracting me too much and that always ends with me firing my personal assistants. Ms. Anderson chose that exact moment to come back in. She looked flustered about something and that pissed me off. I had this urge to make her feel breathless and anxious so she'd remember who's in charge. Without that thought on my mind, I turned in my chair and stared at her. She continued to work so I looked her over. The grey looked 

sexy on her. Her hair was pinned up in a messy but professional way and it made me want to snatch the clip out to watch it fall around her. The image of her sprawled on the desk waiting for me flooded my head. I sucked in a sharp breath as I readjusted my pants. My eyes trailed down to her long legs and she crossed them, causing her skirt to ride up and show her tights. My eyes shot up to her face right in time to see her avert her eyes. She knew what she was doing to me! Oh, two can play at that game, I thought.  "Come here  Ms. Anderson." I said in a low firm voice. She stared at me for a second then came over in front of my desk. "Yes Mr. Grant?" she said nervously. I smirked a little. "I said come here." I repeated. She looked confused until I gestured for her to come around my desk. Her eyes got a little bigger before she obeyed. She tried to maneuvered herself between my legs and the desk until she was standing directly in front of me. "Sit down." I told her. She hesitated then moved to sit on my lap. Before she could sit on me, I forcefully grabbed her luscious hips and pushed her on the desk. When she gasped I groaned inwardly, she was making this difficult. She shifted and kept her legs pressed tightly together. "Ms. Anderson," I said, gliding my hands up to the crease of her thigh then gently pushing her legs apart. At this point she was breathing heavily. "What the fuck are you wear?" I seethed irritated at her and my libido. 

She followed my gaze to her thighs. "Tights?" She responded. "Why?" I asked. "Because...I wanted to?"

"Are you trying to attract men to you in the office Ms. Anderson?" 

"No Mr. Grant." she said. I stood up so I was now towering over her. I looked directly in her eyes as I gripped her thighs roughly. "No?" I asked. She gasped again and shook her head. My hands inched closer to her panties. "Well these," I said grabbing onto her tights, "are doing exactly that. And I think you knew what your doing." 

"I don't know what your talking about Mr. Grant." she said but she grabbed my wrists. I wasn't sure of she was pushing me away of pulling me closer. My eyes shot down to her lips which she was now biting. "Oh I think you do. When you were crossing you legs and staring at me as if you wanted me to notice. And the way your biting your lips right now. Those things attract bad men like me." I looked back up at her green-grey eyes and she looked back at me mischievously.  In the next instant she wrapped her legs around my waist and grabbed me by the balls. She close to me ear and nibbled on it softly. "That's your problem." she whispered. When she said that I grabbed her ass and bit her neck. I roughly grind myself against her panties and then carried her to her empty desk. She ripped my shirt open and buttons scattered everywhere. Her soft hands roamed all over my chest, digging her nails in my skin as she went. I pushed her skirt down and tore her panties, plunging two fingers inside her. She arched her back and moaned. I could tell she was a screamer but she was holding back. I repeatedly thrust my fingers inside her faster and rubbed my thumb over her clit, then she screamed. She began to throb around my finger. "Oh, we're not done sweetheart. Not even close." I whispered pulling my fingers out. I took off her shirt, yanked down her bra and attacked her nipples with my mouth. She clutched my head in her hands and pulled my hair. "Oh please Mr. Grant." she moaned. "Please what?" I asked smirking up at her. "You want me to eat you out Ms. Anderson? Is that it? Or would you rather me put you on her hands and knees and shove my cock deep inside you?" She shuddered at my words and I almost climax right there. Without further delay  I got on my knees, hooked my hands under her thighs and pulled her forward. I slowly played with her clit using my tongue, then I thrust it inside, lathering my tongue with her wetness. She tasted so fucking sweet. I picked up the pace and felt her shudder and clench around my tongue. "Please Mr. Grant, I'm going to cu-aahhh." I thrust deeper inside her again. "Harder Mr. Grant." I moaned. My thrust became faster and pinched her nipples as I watched her come undone.  Her hair was down, her back was arched and she was holding on to the edge of the desk. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pounded harder inside her. I pulled out again and tossed her onto her stomach and slammed into her again. Ms. Anderson leaned up against my chest and I wrapped my arm around her stomach. "Oh yes, please. Im close Mr. Grant." she moaned. I let my hand slide down to her clit and I rubbed as fast as I pounded into her pussy. She started to pulse against me again. "You  love how rough and hard I'm fucking you.  Don't you Ms. Anderson. DONT YOU??" I said again  as I felt my climax coming. I pressed my fingers against her clit hard and kept them there as I bit her neck, fucking her harder. "Fuck!" She screamed and climaxed just as I did. I moaned into her next and stayed there until she stopped throbbing. I let her down carefully then pulled out. I readjusted then put on another shirt I had in my desk. When I was looking more professional again I glanced at her to see her looking flushed and hungry for more. "We shouldn't have done that." she said even though her eyes said something different. "It won't happen again as long as you dress appropriately. I won't hesitate to fuck you tomorrow if you wear something like that again. Now I have work to do, go get cleaned up. And with that, she left.