Off The Record | ✓ (18+)

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Isabella stood outside the door with a nervous smile, knocked with a nervous smile before she heard a gruff "come in". She took a deep breath and pushed the lamented door open.

Alex Lawrence, the CEO of Lawrence and Co. looked up from his laptop to find his assistant, walk with a stack of files in her hands.

She gulped, nervously keeping the folders on his desk, a shameful red spreading across her cheeks. She had a crush on her boss since ages, though she always kept in under the covers. Not yesterday though. Drunk at her best friend's party, she had sent some not so innocent texts to him, implying the things she'd like for him to do to her.

Had he read them yet?

Maybe he doesn't check his texts.

"Mr. Grover's office sent them over today. I sent the copy to our lawyer, he has approved everything, just needs your signature to give the final go." She explained with as much confidence as she could gather.

"Okay." He stared at her for a second, and nervously she grew conscious. She checked her attire once, mint green shirt, beige skirt and a brown blazer. She looked professional. "Please take a seat, Ms Smith."

She cursed under her breath.

"Mr Lawrence, if it's about yesterday —"

"Sit."

She took the seat right in front of him.

"I'd like to know the status of your consciousness while you sent me those texts."

"My what?"

"Were you drunk? Or just particularly felt brave enough to tell me you'd like to get fucked on my table?"

Her eyes widened.

"I... I was drunk yeah... I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." She quickly apologized.

"That's disappointing."

She stared curiously.

He got up from his chair, instinctively so did she and he raised a finger to keep her seated. She calculated his move precisely, as he calmly walked towards the door.

He locked it.

Her belly rushed with excitement.

The next few minutes were a blur, because she had no idea how long it exactly look Alex to pull her up from her chair, seat her on his desk and kiss the sense out of her.

She tugged on his hair desperately as his hands squeezed her waist, while he bit and sucked her lips.

"Look at me." He breathlessly commanded, and she did. Her lips puffed and red, while his had lipstick stains all over his face.

He opened the buttons of her blouse and placed a kiss at her cleavage. She shuddered and he placed another lower than the first.

"W-What are you doing?" She asked and he smirked.

"Fucking you on my desk." He casually remarked, as he opened all the buttons. He threw the blouse somewhere and kissed her breasts over her red bra. She moaned out as he licked her over the cloth and she wondered what it would feel if it was directly her skin.

That didn't took long before the bra was unclasped from behind and she took a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes widen and hands went on cover herself, but he didn't let her. He removed her hands and shook his head at her. She shyly removed her hands and started to look here and there.

He gave her waist a slap and pulled away, only to sit back on the chair. "On my lap."

She wasted no time obeying.