You have the independent assistant and the hard-headed boss, both of them unable to untie themselves from their other priorities. They have to make it, or else their entire lives and their entire relationship will be ruined.
It's up to them to over...
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It was like any other day at the office. Calming white noise of phones ringing and people talking rang through my ears like it was nothing.
A piece of paper flew onto the spot of my desk beside my computer, and I looked to my left to see my boss retreating to his office, glancing back at me before closing his door. I swallow and carefully unwrap the note. Come to me, now.
I bunch up the paper and toss it into the bin by my chair, standing up and smoothing out my blouse. For some reason, I felt everyone's eyes were on me, even though I knew they weren't. No one cared that I was walking into my handsome boss' office, it was normal for goodness sakes!
After a soft knock, I slowly turn the doorknob and peek my head in, his deep hazel eyes meeting my green ones.
"Lock it," he huffed, standing from his leather chair behind the luxurious mahogany desk. Following his instructions, I suddenly felt his presence behind me, his hot breath on my neck and his hands on my waist.
A light gasp escaped my lips.
This little love affair had been going on since I first started two years ago, give or take a few months. He was married, and I knew it was wrong, but after meeting his wife at the annual Christmas party, I couldn't blame him for coming to me. She was a real snob, putting herself in the path of every rich company executive she could get her hands on. Guess this was his way of getting revenge.
His fingers snaked up my back and came around, cupping my breasts and gently massaging them. "Brent."
I found his hand, taking it and guiding it up my inner thigh to where it was resting on top of my black silk panties. They were a gift from him, might I add. "Ms. Urgent, are we?"
"I haven't had-" I tightened my eyes, moaning as he massaged my core with his fingers. I couldn't help but grind against him and take my free hand, grabbing his butt and pushing his hard-on into me. "I haven't had you all weekend."
Normally, he would try to find a day to visit me at my apartment, but this whole weekend he was tied up with work and probably his wife. I missed him badly.
"Must have missed me," he grinned as slowly spun me around and picked me up, placing me on the top of his desk. Biting my lip, I quickly undid his belt and zipped his zipper down, rubbing him through his underwear. That earned me a few moans, which he made against my neck, nibbling on it occasionally.
He got down on one knee, looking up at me with dark eyes, and began to suck my inner thighs. Finally, he landed right on my sweet spot, adding a finger, and then a second one after a few pumps of the first. "You're so smooth Cass."
Sounds of ecstasy filled the room as he slipped his tongue inside of me. Nothing had felt better.
A decent knock sounded at the door. We both stopped and looked at each other. I quickly hopped off of the desk, retrieving my heels from the floor. He fixed his pants and the buttons of his shirt, then looked at me with a smirk. He kissed me passionately, his fingers lingering on my neck. "That's what you taste like."
