Spring It On Me

by Weston Parker

  I was going to make her say it. I needed her to be the one to make the first move. I had made the move the other night and she had made it clear it was to never happen again. I wasn’t going to be one of those guys that pressured his secretary. If she wanted me, she had to come and get me.

  “I want to use a few things,” she said with a slow smile.

  I was fighting the urge to grab her and throw her against the wall with my body pressed against her. “Show me,” I whispered.

  She stepped away from me and kicked off her heels while she undid the zipper on her skirt. I watched with rapt attention as she ever so slowly lowered the skirt down her thighs. She daintily stepped out of it before reaching for her blouse and pulling it off.

  My dick was hard, aching to be inside her. I stared at the matching bright blue panties and bra. It was a vibrant color that matched the vibrant woman wearing them.

  “Like this,” she said, taking one slow, purposeful step toward me. “I want to use this space to do something that will scandalize them. I want to walk by this building one day in the future and think about what me and my boss did on the top floor.”

  Her hands worked at my tie, loosening it before she began to undo the buttons on my jacket and shoved it off my shoulders.

  “You know there are cameras, right?” I asked.

  She looked up at the ceiling and smiled. “Not in here.”

  “You’re dangerous,” I breathed.

  She pushed my shirt open and attacked the white T-shirt I was wearing underneath with serious gusto. “I’m horny,” she answered without missing a beat.

  This was one of those moments where I had to decide between doing the right thing and doing the thing I wanted. I knew I probably should walk away from her. I should tell her we couldn’t keep fraternizing, that it would only lead to problems. I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend and I didn’t want to hurt her.

  “You make it very hard to resist you,” I told her.

  Her hands were on my pants, undoing them with more speed than I thought I could ever manage. They were pushed down my legs, leaving me to step out of them. We stood facing each other in our underwear in the middle of a vacant office space with the risk of being caught at any second. I had never felt so alive, so hot. So desperate to fuck a woman in all my life.

  Her hands roamed over my chest before she looked up at me with those eyes that were like lasers right to my very soul. “Then don’t resist. Or do. I like a challenge.”

  I was not going to be able to resist the temptation standing before me. It was too good to pass up. I would take full responsibility should we be discovered by some security guard doing his job. I lunged forward, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her against my body. My mouth slammed down over hers. She was just as vicious as I was, practically climbing my body as she ground her pelvis against me. Her tongue dueled with mine in a dance that was as old as time.

  The woman was going to be my undoing if I wasn’t careful. She stripped me raw, leaving me wanting nothing except her body.

  Chapter 24

  Willow

  I moaned, rubbing myself against his hard body. I never would have predicted I would find myself in the position I was, but I was in it, and I was loving every second of it.

  Seeing him stand up to the bullies had turned me on. I liked watching him defend himself and the business he cared so much about. I liked watching him in general. I had not gone into work that morning with the intention of fucking my boss again, but once I saw him, I knew I couldn’t resist him.

  He didn’t need to make the first move. I was so damn hot for him, I had the courage to do it myself. I would worry about the consequences later. Right that second, I was going to live in the moment.

  “Now,” I groaned. “I need you right now.”

  “You’re a minx,” he whispered, nibbling at my ear while his hands pushed my panties down. His mouth was setting me on fire. My skin tingled and burned, and I was so close to orgasming it didn’t seem real.

  “Ashton, please,” I moaned, my body aching for him.

  “Damn, woman, already?”

  I whimpered in response, pressing my core against his hard thigh and rubbing against him. “Please,” I begged.

  I should be embarrassed, I thought. I was begging the man to fuck me. But I couldn’t be embarrassed. The only thought that occupied my mind was getting him inside me. I wanted it. I craved it. It had been the dominant thought in my mind since we had been together the last time.

  “I’ve got you,” he rasped, sliding his hand between my legs.

  I clung to him, unwilling to let him put any space between us. His other hand moved to the back of my bra, deftly unhooking it before moving back to push it up. My breasts rubbed against his hard chest. The smattering of black hair that stretched across the broad chest tickled my flesh. My nipples were hard and sensitive. I rubbed against him, gasping as electric surges stole through my body and went straight to the very place his hand was touching between my legs.

  “Oh god,” I groaned. “Please.”

  He answered by pushing one finger inside me.

  I moaned against him, my body humming with excitement as he circled over my sensitive nub begging to be touched. I wasn’t going to try and fight the orgasm waiting for me. I gave in to the desire, crying out as my body erupted into sheer ecstasy.

  His strong arm around me held me upright when my legs turned to limp noodles in the aftermath of the orgasm. I would have collapsed to the unfinished floor in a heap of liquid fire, given the chance. He didn’t let me. He held me close to his body as I shivered and spasmed against him.

  “That’s one,” he whispered. “Do you have another?”

  I looked up at him, my eyes slightly unfocused as I worked through the delirium the orgasm produced. “I do. I’m not done with you yet.”

  He smirked. “I haven’t even gotten started.”

  The way he said it sent another shiver of ecstasy racing down my spine. “Then maybe we should get started.”

  His arm moved down my body, lifting me up to straddle him. The close contact between us was doing some pretty crazy things to my sex drive. He walked across the vast space and pushed me against a wall.

  My hand ran through his hair, not caring that I was messing it up. In that moment, all that mattered was pleasure. I felt like a hedonist and I didn’t care. It felt good to be wild. It felt good to let passion rule.

  His hand guided his heavy cock to my opening, my body suspended in air with the force of his body holding me against the wall. It was a wild sensation that made me feel like I was floating. He nudged himself inside me before easing the way and pressing harder. I groaned, arching and pushing my pelvis against him. He slid deeper inside me, filling me until I was impaled on him.

  “You’re a bad influence,” he breathed.

  I laughed. “I am but this is too good to be bad.”

  He thrust once, pulling a sharp gasp from my lips as the power in the thrust nearly sent me cascading into another orgasm. Another hard thrust had me sliding up the wall. The man’s strength poured into my body with every thrust, making me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

  I bounced back, letting him know with my return thrusts that I wanted more. I wanted it harder and faster. I wanted the man to let go of that control he always wielded, just like I had seen in that conference room. That man was sexy and had turned me on more than I cared to admit.

  I slid my hand over his shoulder, dragging my nails over his skin. I could feel the muscles rippling under my touch and dug in deeper, grinding my hips lower and taking his shaft impossibly deeper inside my body.

  “God damn, woman,” he growled, dropping me to my feet and flipping me around so fast, I nearly fell to the floor.

  “Don’t stop,” I demanded.

  “I’m not going to stop. I’m not going to stop until I’m balls deep inside you and releasing every last drop of desire. You make me crazy. Why do you do this to me?”
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br />   “Stop talking and do it,” I begged, placing my hands against the wall and bending slightly forward. I needed him inside me. I felt empty and my body was demanding to be filled by his girth once again.

  “Demanding,” he growled, guiding himself to my opening and pushing himself inside me once again.

  My head dropped forward, my body relishing in the feel of being completely dominated by him. He leaned forward, his chest resting against my back and his hands reaching up to squeeze my breasts that felt too full as they hung forward.

  I rolled my neck to the side, pushing back just a little before slowly standing. His cock shifted inside me. He squeezed my breasts before pinching each nipple. Pain was quickly replaced by delicious ecstasy. Beautiful jolts of electricity zipped through me, sparking little fires of desire from my scalp to the tips of my toes.

  I could hear and feel his breathing against my neck. Shivers of delight raced over me. Goosebumps rose all over my body. I felt completely safe and beautiful and sexy in his arms. He held me against him like he was afraid I would try to escape. There was no way I was going to run away from the way it felt having him inside me.

  I groaned, rolling my head over his shoulder as he continued to slide in and out of my body. They were slow and purposeful movements that stoked the fire already burning brightly in my belly.

  “You feel so good,” he whispered. His tone was soft, something that was a stark contradiction to the man I knew.

  “I like the way you feel inside me,” I told him, not the least bit embarrassed to tell him how good it felt.

  “This is good, but I’m on the verge,” he groaned. “I’ve got to move.”

  I dropped forward, putting my hands against the wall and assuming a position that was generally reserved for criminals getting patted down by the police. I looked over my shoulder, looking directly into those dangerous eyes. “Move any way you want.”

  His eyes flashed before one hand covered mine on the wall and his other grabbed my hip. I prepared myself to be fucked hard. I was looking forward to it. I wanted to feel that power and strength as he pounded inside me.

  He didn’t disappoint. His muscular body was a machine, moving inside me and tickling my G-spot with precision. The orgasm built, taking me higher and higher until I could barely draw a breath. I cried out, slapping my free hand against the wall.

  He shouted, roaring like I imagined a caveman would have roared a million years ago. The sound of his pleasure took me higher. The combination of danger and disobeying basic moral protocol made the orgasm all the better.

  I stepped forward, resting my face on the wall as he gently caressed my body, dropping a trail of kisses across the back of my neck and over my shoulder. “We should probably get dressed and get out of here,” he said in a husky voice. “The police are probably already on their way.”

  I released a soft giggle, knowing he was probably right. “Can you imagine our booking photos? Do you think they would let us get dressed first or take the picture as we are?”

  “I have no idea, but I don’t think I want to find out.” He stepped away from me, giving me a playful swat on my ass. “You really are a bad influence. I don’t think I can take you anywhere.”

  I turned around, leaning my naked body against the wall as I watched him collect our clothes. “I’ve already got some good ideas about other places.”

  He grinned, something I saw about as often as I saw unicorns. “Don’t tempt me.” His eyes roamed my body. “Get dressed before I fuck you again and really get us in trouble.”

  “Is that a threat or a promise?” I teased.

  He winked. “Both.”

  I giggled, reaching for the panties he handed me and quickly dressed. We both used our fingers to try and tame our wild hair before declaring we were about as fixed as we were going to get. He was the first to step outside of the plastic, checking to see if the coast was clear before gesturing for me to follow him.

  We stepped in the elevator. I looked at him, noticing a hair out of place, and reached up to smooth it down. He grabbed my wrist. I looked into his eyes, wondering what was wrong. Before I knew what he was about to do, he spun me around and slammed his mouth against mine while pushing me against the back of the elevator.

  I heard the elevator ding. He pulled away from me, winked, and pulled me out of the elevator.

  “What was that about?” I asked, slightly out of breath.

  “You’re not the only one that can be spontaneous.”

  I laughed, following him through the lobby. I saw a security camera mounted in a corner and couldn’t resist flipping it off. I hoped the camera in the elevator caught the smoldering kiss. I felt alive and sated and completely happy with life in general.

  Ashton opened the back door of the car that had just pulled up and gestured for me to get inside.

  I slid over, watching his long legs fold up as he got in beside me. “Well, that was a very interesting meeting, Mr. Wolfe,” I said with a coy smile.

  “Interesting is one word for it,” he answered before telling the driver to take us back to his office.

  I had a feeling I was really going to enjoy working for him. I just had to remember to keep my feelings out of it. I couldn’t be falling head over heels for my boss. It would never work between us. It was an office thing and nothing more.

  Chapter 25

  Ashton

  It was very different working with Willow now. It was like we understood each other and just clicked. We didn’t have to say a lot. We just kind of knew what was needed. She was still the same Willow, but there was something different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I liked it.

  Maybe I was different. Maybe I was softening in my old age.

  Nah, it was the sex.

  I had gotten laid more in the last week than I had in the last three months. But it wasn’t just about getting laid. It was the fact that I had a relationship with Willow that went beyond the sex. That wasn’t normal for me. I was finding I liked it. I wanted to keep things going the way they were. I liked the easy way we could joke and tease and not have to worry about saying the wrong thing.

  I pushed the button, buzzing her to come into my office. I could have just as easily gotten my ass up and gone out to her or picked up the phone and talked to her that way. But I didn’t because I wanted to lay eyes on her and preferably in a place where we weren’t likely to be seen by anyone. I didn’t want to hurt her reputation or open myself up to rumors by getting caught making eyes at my secretary.

  A few seconds later, she opened the door. “Yes?”

  “Did that report come in?” I asked, knowing she would know what I was talking about.

  She nodded. “Let me grab it. I also have the insurance information. It looks like most of the loss is covered. I don’t know if it’s exactly what it would be worth if sold, but it looks like a fair settlement. It took some haggling. Those insurance adjusters are such cheap asses.”

  “Thank you for handling it for me.”

  “If anyone asks, I’m your VP of operations,” she said with a laugh. “They weren’t interested in talking to your secretary.”

  “You can be the Tooth Fairy if you want. You have earned it. I do appreciate you handling it for me. That’s usually stuff Kyle would deal with. I’m not great with the people side of things and playing nice.”

  She let out a loud laugh. “Gee, you don’t say. I’m shocked. Absolutely shocked to hear that. Here I thought you were Mr. Congeniality.”

  “Ha. Ha. Don’t you work for me? Shouldn’t you be nice to me or at least pretend to be nice?”

  She looked behind her before stepping inside a few more steps. “I think I’ve been very nice to you. If I remember correctly, you had some very nice moments that I am going to take credit for.”

  My cock jerked. “Very nice indeed,” I answered, my voice thick with desire.

  She walked out, giving me a nice view of her ass lovingly hugged in the fitted pants she was wearing. She had on
a pair of low heels that gave her butt a nice lift. I was anxious to get my hands on her again but wasn’t sure that was on the table. I didn’t want to press anything. I would take it one day at a time and let her lead the way. The last thing I needed was to push too hard and scare her away.

  She came back into the office and handed me a folder. “Thanks.”

  I expected her to go back to her desk, but as she sometimes did, she took a seat. “Have you ever heard back from your possible baby mama?”

  I smirked. “No, and I won’t because she is not my baby mama.”

  “You keep saying that, but what if she is?”

  I looked her in the eyes. “She isn’t.”

  She crossed her legs, her foot bouncing as she studied me. “You’re very confident in that.”

  I nodded. “I am.”

  “Did you ever date her?”

  I knew the woman, or rather, I had met her. “I don’t think I would call it dating.”

  There was a flash of what looked like anger in her eyes. “You fucked her. You had a little hookup. A wham, bam, thank you ma’am.”

  I raised one brow. “I believe it was the other way around.”

  “You’re saying she used you for sex?”

  “Is that so hard to believe?”

  She smirked. “I suppose not.”

  That was the right answer. I knew she had liked sex with me. The last encounter had told me that. “Women want me for my money. They think they can get to me through sex, like they wield some magic power over me.”

  She cocked her head to the side, her eyes narrowing on me. “Careful what you say next.”

  I smiled. “I was not implying anything.”

  “Good, because it would not be even remotely close to the truth.”

  I nodded, understanding what she was saying without using the words. I knew she hadn’t slept with me in an attempt to get to my money. She had sex with me because she wanted it as much as I did. It wasn’t a quid pro quo. There weren’t any expectations. We were two adults that were fiercely attracted to one another in a purely sexual nature.