by Bianca Cole
I sit back down at my desk and wake up my computer, but as I sit there, staring at Bryson, my mind wanders to our hot night in his apartment and our first fuck in the park. I never agree with public displays of affection, but I lost control with him. Sure, no one was around, but it was hot as hell.
The way his thick cock felt stretching me. The way he held me against the tree stump and fucked me until I came was amazing. I want to feel it all again, even though I know that can’t happen. He’s my boss. I need to restrain myself.
I glance over at him as he works hard at his desk, typing on his keyboard.
Bryson is nothing like I expected from all the rumors and stories. I was surprised to find how driven and hardworking he is. He is taking his acting CEO role seriously. He has been kind, funny, and generous, and I’ve thought about him as more than my boss, which is very bad.
Bryson glances at me and catches me staring right at him. “Any luck?”
Shit.
I glance at my blank computer screen and realize I’ve zoned out, thinking about him fucking me for far too long. I can feel my cheeks burning. “No, it’s going to take a while,” I say, averting his gaze and focusing on the document on my desk.
The creak of Bryson’s leather office chair draws my attention back to him. He’s leaning back in the chair with his eyes shut. His hands are behind the back of his neck. “Me neither, this is far harder than I ever believed it would be,” he says.
My mouth dries as I let my eyes wander over him. His muscular body is straining against that tight shirt and his beautiful face. He’s the most stunning man I’ve ever met, and I fucked him. His eyes shoot open, and he catches me again.
I shuffle under his gaze. “I know. It feels like we’re never going to get to the bottom of this.”
A panty-melting smile spreads across his lips. “We’ll get there. We have to.”
He is such an optimist, something that surprised me about him. He keeps surprising me. I can’t stop my mind from running wild about this man, and it’s not because he fucked me the way no other man has—I’m starting to like him as a person.
I know how dangerous it is to feel something for him. He would never be interested in me in that way. It was a hot office affair—a fling—nothing more.
I nod and return my attention to the document. I’m supposed to be digging into this and who was behind the email address, but I can’t think of anything but Bryson.
“I’m getting a little tired,” I glance at the clock to see it’s almost seven-thirty at night. It’s silent in the building.
He stands and walks toward me. “Yeah, maybe we should call it a night. Or. ” He looks a little uncertain as he stares at me. “I could order dinner in for us if you would like?”
I run a hand through the loose waves of my hair and bite my bottom lip. Even though I’d love an excuse to spend more time with this man, I know it’s a bad idea. My feelings toward him have been getting far too complicated. Not to mention, I can’t trust my crazy hormones to behave. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
His brow furrows. “I think eating is a good idea considering how hard you’ve worked today.” He sets his hand over mine. “You look a little pale. I don’t want you fainting on me again.”
I shake my head. “I’m not even hungry.”
The last time we had dinner, I ended up straddling him in the limo and grinding against him, which lead to a passion-filled night of the hottest sex of my life.
“If you’re sure, Tessa, I don’t want you to feel I’m taking advantage of my position and not taking care of you as an employee.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I know I’ve asked a lot from you these past four weeks. The most important thing is taking care of your health; eating is important.”
Heat travels through me and settles in my cheeks. I’d like him to take care of me in a way that doesn’t involve food. His huge, thick cock is stretching my pussy and making me come would be much more satisfying.
No, I can’t be thinking like that.
Bryson Stafford is a billionaire and my boss. He would never want a geeky accounting analyst from the first floor, again.
There’s one thing I’m sure of. That I won’t rest until I’ve helped Bryson in any way possible to expose those involved and impress his father. It has become clear to me over the last four weeks that it’s important to him. His father’s opinion of him isn’t great. It sounds like it more or less matched my opinion of him until I got to know him.
“What about this file? Did it reveal anything?” he points at another file I’ve barely delved into yet because of my crazy daydreams.
I shake my head. “No, there’s nothing that gives away where the money has gone. It’s as though it vanished.”
Bryson steps closer, and my eyes travel to his crotch, which is bulging. It often is when we’re close, and it’s almost impossible to forget how large he is. The ache deep between my thighs makes my panties soak through. The fact is, I’m starving for this man, desperate for him.
His heady sandalwood scent fills the air around me, making my thighs clench.
A few times, I’d walked up to him and found his cock was hard, tenting his pants. The bulge makes me want to free it from his pants and impale myself on him.
“Are you sure I can’t order some food in?”
I want to say yes, but I can’t. Bryson is my boss, and this is too complicated. Dinner could lead to more hot sex if I don’t get the hell away from him.
16
Bryson
I stand over her, waiting for her reply. My cock is as hard as a stone. I’ve proposed we have dinner together, and she is rejecting me. It makes me crazy.
I need her to agree, even though I know how dangerous it is, considering the only thing I want to feast on right now is her.
“Thank you for your concern, but I think we should get some rest. We’ve been working hard non-stop for the past four weeks.”
I feel weary at her second refusal. “Okay, let’s finish up then.” I turn and sit back down at my desk to shut down my desktop.
I find my gaze returning to her. Even though she says she is tired, she looks as sexy as ever. The more I get to know her, the more difficult it becomes to keep my mind out of the gutter.
I swallow hard as my eyes travel to her full cleavage, and the memory of her full, perky breasts bouncing while she sucked my cock flash into my mind. Tessa never looks tired. Her brain and drive are impressive. I’m not sure how she gets the willpower to work with numbers all day. They give me a damn headache.
She’s helped me, though. Over the past four weeks, she’s taught me things I never thought I’d grasp. I’ve been enamored with her ever since we met. She begs me to fuck her against that tree in the park.
But as I’ve got to know her, I’ve started to feel more than desire or sexual attraction. The way she laughs is beautiful, her mind is sexy as hell, and she’s the most interesting woman I’ve ever met.
She lets out a long sigh before stretching her arms over her head. I admire her curvy body. I’ve masturbated in the last four weeks more than I ever have, even more than when I was a teenager. I’ve had to slip into the bathroom and relieve myself more times than I can count, and every single time, I remember the way she felt as I sunk my cock deep inside of her.
I watch her stand and focus on her hips swaying as she walks toward the erase board set up in my office. Her tight ass looks fucking amazing in the skirt she’s wearing today. She wipes everything off the board. It’s her customary routine at the end of all our sessions. We can’t leave any evidence of what we’re investigating.
For the first time in my life, I find myself drawn to an intelligent woman. In the past, It’s been easier to stick to the leggy models who know nothing about finance. I think I’ve always been too scared to open myself up to scrutiny. I’m the acting CEO of a thriving financial company, and I can’t stand working with numbers. It’s ridiculous. My weakness in finance makes me vulnerable. Tessa alrea
dy knows my weakness, and I don’t mind her knowing.
Her jasmine scent infuses everything in my office, and it drives me wild. I can’t tear my eyes away from her as she turns to gather up the papers and documents on my desk. Her eyes meet mine, and my cock jumps in my pants.
She stands upright too quickly, sensing the sexual tension charging the air. We both know that we can’t cross that line again. The only one that doesn’t know it in this room is my rock-hard dick.
She steps away and goes to remove a pen she used to hold her hair up in a messy bun. I watch as she tries to pull out the pen and free her flowing wavy hair. The pen snags and gets stuck.
She turns away, her cheeks reddening as she fights to remove it. I stand, intending to help her. My mind screams it’s a bad idea, but I can’t stop myself. My hands settle on her hips, and I pull her close. “Tessa…” I say softly, making her tense. “Let me help you with that.”
Her hands drop to the side as mine tangle in her hair. My cock leaks precum into my boxer briefs as memories of our wild night heat me like nothing else ever has.
I free her pen from her hair and pass it into her hands, lingering a moment as my finger brushes her soft skin. A visible shiver passes through her. “Thank you, Bryson.” Her voice is quiet, but I love hearing my name from her lips.
I need to move away from her, but my cock seems to have taken control of my brain. It was supposed to be only one night, but fuck it. The sudden need to press her tight body to mine overwhelms me, and I tighten my grip on her waist and pull her back into my chest. My hard cock presses against her ass.
“Bryson…” she gasps, arching her back.
I move her flowing hair out of the way and kiss her neck, making her moan as my lips touch the sensitive skin.
I groan against her skin.
I need to be inside this woman again, right here and right now. I lose control and kiss every inch of exposed skin on her shoulder and neck, before spinning her around and claiming her lips. I’m lost, lost in this woman that drives me wild with need.
She cups my hard, throbbing cock through my pants, her dainty fingers gripping hold and stroking me through the fabric.
“Tessa…” I groan her name.
She moans and returns her lips to mine, deepening the kiss, her tongue tangling with my own. She wants this as much as I need this. Finally, I feel sane again with her against me after four weeks of resisting these crazy urges to make her mine.
My arm tightens around her waist, and I pick her up, carrying her toward my desk.
“I can’t resist you anymore, Tessa, it is torture,” I groan, setting her down on the edge of my desk and pushing her skirt up to her hips, exposing her wet panties.
She moans and kisses me hard. “I can’t stop thinking about that night at your apartment.”
I growl and kiss her with even more desperation. She feels the same, but the question is, does she want me the way I want her?
Forever.
My finger slides up her thigh, teasing her and making her quiver. Her lacy panties are soaked through as I reach the fabric and run a finger from her clit right down her slit and back up.
She shudders beneath me and throws her head back. Her eyes shut tight, and her cheeks are flushed. She looks even better than I remember in my apartment or against that tree.
I hook my finger into the waistband of her panties and pull them down over her thighs, exposing her swollen, glistening pussy to me. She’s soaking. “Fuck, Tessa, you’re so wet for me.”
I kiss a path up her thighs, slowly trailing kisses higher and higher until I reach her dripping arousal, making her moan.
“Do you want to feel my lips on your pussy again, baby?”
She nods, biting her bottom lip gently. I taste her slit first with a light flick of my tongue. Her sweet nectar is even better than I remember. I rest my hand flat on her stomach, holding her down as she bucks her hips in desperation.
I forget where I am or what I’m doing. All that matters right now is Tessa. She becomes my world, and I have to drink every drop of her. It is like I’m addicted to her.
She squirms beneath me as I feast on her pussy, enticing the sweetest sounds from her lips. My finger slides between her soaking wet folds, before plunging inside of her and driving deep. I curl my finger, finding the perfect spot inside her that makes her shake.
“Bryson,” she moans my name and then tangles her fingers in my hair. I run my teeth over her clit, and she bucks into me again. “Fuck, Bryson, please…”
I pull back to gaze into her beautiful face. “What do you want, baby?” I ask, staring up into those emerald eyes dilated with longing.
“You,” she rasps out.
“Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it,” I growl.
Her cheeks redden, and she bites her lip in a way that makes me want to lose control. “I want you to fuck me.”
I can’t stifle the groan in my chest as my cock gets harder. It feels like it might burst from my pants. I bring my lips to Tessa’s, kissing her and making her taste her sweet juices. “I’m going to make you come first, but only when your boss says you can, do you understand me?” I whisper into her ear.
She nods. “Yes, sir.”
I return to working her into a frenzy. I lick and nip at her sensitive, swollen clit, driving two fingers in and out of her tight pussy.
“This feels as good as I remember,” I growl, curling my fingers inside her.
Her emerald eyes dilate with lust as she watches me suck her clit into my mouth and finger fuck her pussy, making her moan.
Tessa shudders and bucks against my hand, forcing me deeper. She’s moaning the sweetest noises I’ve ever heard, as I fuck her with my fingers. I add a third finger inside of her.
Her tight pussy clenches around me as I lick and suck at her clit. The muscles flutter around my fingers, warning me she is getting closer to exploding. “Please, Bryson, I can’t…”
She shudders as I tighten my grip around her legs and push her further, revealing her perfect asshole to my view. I trace it with my finger sending tremors through her body. My tongue teases at her asshole, pushing further inside of her forbidden hole.
She gasps as I tease her there, making her whole body tense more. “Oh my God,” she moans.
Her pussy is dripping as I lick and tongue fuck her ass, making her more and more crazy. Her body winds so tightly as I run the tip of my tongue through her soaking wet lips, tasting her more deeply.
The muscles flutter around my tongue, warning me she isn’t going to last much longer. I told her to wait for my permission to come, and she’s holding on like a good girl.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, and she begs me. “Please, Bryson… I need to come…” She cries out.
“Then come for me, come all over my fingers, and let me lick every drop of your sweet cum from you,” I growl.
Her body trembles as she screams, “Fuck, Bryson.” The muscles around my fingers tighten as she comes on my desk. I withdraw my fingers, lapping up every drop of the sweet juice spilling from her. I suck on her lips, tasting all of it. I can’t get enough.
Luckily, it’s past eight o’clock at night. No one else is here because otherwise, everyone would know what we were doing in my office. She’s panting on my desk as her pussy drips onto my tongue.
I lick her one more time before returning my lips to her mouth. I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Her hands move for my buttons, undoing my shirt and pushing it off. She pulls me to her again, kissing my chest, and her hands worship my rippled abs. I enjoy the feel of her soft skin all over my body.
I move my hands to her blouse and undo it. I need to see her perfect, plump breasts on display and suck her hard nipples into my mouth. This woman is my obsession.
She helps me remove her blouse, shrugging it from her shoulders. Then I unhook her bra, freeing her breasts, and groan as her nipples are peaked toward me, so hard. They are the perfect brea
sts.
I pinch each one between my finger and thumb, before circling each pebbled nipple with my tongue and then sucking on them, making her gasp.
Her hands go to my belt, and she releases it. She pulls my pants down to expose my bulging boxer briefs. She drops to her knees in front of me and frees my hard cock, gripping the base in her hands.
It always looks even bigger with her small fingers wrapped around the thick base, and her lips only inches from the tip. My cock twitches in her hand, and her tongue darts out to lick the liquid from the tip.
I groan, squeezing my eyes shut. Tessa’s lips feel perfect around my thick shaft as her tongue swirls around the swollen head of my cock. I buck my hips forward, driving myself deeper into her throat. She moans as she takes more of me inside her mouth.
I open my eyes and watch as she swallows my cock. Her emerald eyes gaze up at me, dilated with longing. My balls ache, and my cock throbs in her mouth, making me harder.
Her beautiful breasts bounce around as she bobs her head up and down my cock. “Tessa, your mouth feels fucking perfect.” I grip her hair in my fist.
My cock leaks thick precum down her hot throat. It feels so fucking good. If I let her suck me much longer, I’m going to cum down her throat. I grip her wrist, forcing her to stop sucking and gaze up at me.
“Bend over my desk, baby,” I command.
She stands, and I watch her tight ass and hips sway as she walks, naked, toward my desk. She gazes over her shoulder as she bends right over, giving me a perfect view of that beautiful pussy and her tight little asshole. I fist my cock in my hand for a moment, memorizing this image of her.
“Are you going to fuck me, sir?” she asks.
Sir.
I love the way it sounds when she calls me, sir. I move toward her swollen pussy and rub the head of my cock through her dripping wet folds. “Are you ready to feel my thick cock stretching you, again?” I growl.
She whimpers in response, arching her back to push back on me. I grab hold of her hips, pulling her toward me.
