New Boss Old Enemy.: An Enemies To Lovers Office Romance

by Iona Rose

  I kiss Ashton deeply, passionately, wanting my kiss to tell him I forgive him, that I’ve fallen deeply for him, and I don’t plan on running from this.

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Elena

  Finally, I pull my mouth away from Ashton’s. I reach behind me and take his hands from my back. He looks at me questioningly as I smile down at him, and then I fall to my knees between his thighs. I take his hard cock in my fist and pull it towards my face and then I push my lips over the tip and suck him into my mouth.

  I move my lips down his length, sucking him further into my mouth. I move my mouth back up, releasing him. I keep my grip on the base of his cock and start to flick my tongue over the tip of it, teasing Ashton and working him into a frenzy. I can hear him moaning, and his hands are gripping the duvet in tight balls on either side of his legs.

  I know I’m driving him wild and I start to lick along his length, lapping at him, enjoying the taste of his cock and the scent of his lust. I lick back up along his shaft. A dribble of pre come runs from the tip and I lick him clean, swallowing the liquid down. I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the tip of him, sucking hard, lapping at him, sucking up every last drop.

  I take him back into my mouth, suckling noisily on his cock. I make mmm sounds, wanting him to know I’m loving this. His growls tell me he knows it and I stop teasing him, moving my head quickly up and down, working my tongue over him as I suck on him like my life depends on it.

  His breathing is speeding up now, he’s almost panting and he says my name in a low, lust filled voice that makes my clit tingle and my pussy clench deliciously. A shiver goes through me, leaving a trail of goose bumps running up and down my spine. I keep sucking, knowing Ashton is almost there now. His cock starts to twitch slightly and suddenly, his hands are on my face, gently pulling my head back away from his cock.

  I look up at him, suddenly afraid I misread his reaction to my blow job and he wasn’t enjoying it as much as I thought he was. He grins at me and I know it’s not that. I can see the lust in his eyes.

  “I was ready to come and I want to come inside of your pussy,” Ashton says, answering the question I haven’t asked out loud.

  His words send another shiver through me and I feel my pussy getting wetter. Ashton takes my hands in his and helps me to my feet. I place my knee on the mattress beside him and straddle him. I cup his face in my hands and kiss him full on the mouth. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Our chests press against each other and I can feel electric pulses moving through my skin where our bodies touch.

  He deepens our kiss and my stomach flutters in excited anticipation. I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel Ashton inside of me, filling me up. I reach down for his cock, but before I can grab it, Ashton stands up from the bed. He holds me against him and I come up with him. He turns quickly and lays me on my back, clambering up onto the bed between my legs. He runs his fingers through my slit and I hiss in a breath as his fingers run over my sore, throbbing clit.

  He leans forward and plants a kiss on my stomach and then he enters me, his cock stretching my pussy as a strangled gasping sound leaves my lips while a stinging pain bursts through me, turning into pleasure as it reaches my stomach. Ashton thrusts, pushing himself all the way into me and I feel the stinging sensation shooting through me again as I stretch to accommodate him. My tender spots pulse angrily, but the insistent pain only turns me on more, and when Ashton starts thrusting inside of me, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.

  I move my hips in time with his, feeling his large cock rubbing over my g-spot and slamming against my cervix. I can feel my body responding now, my tender spots getting used to being stimulated once more. My orgasm builds inside of me spreading through my body, as a delicious, tingly warmth wakes up all of my nerve endings and makes my head spin.

  Ashton keeps thrusting, long, deep strokes that fill me up and drive me wild. My climax explodes through my body, carrying me away on a sea of pleasure. I feel like I am floating as I lose myself in the ecstasy of the moment.

  I hear myself screaming Ashton’s name, begging him not to stop fucking me. He obliges, his thrusts speeding up now. My orgasm has just started to fade when I feel another one washing over me, the wave of ecstasy takes me by surprise. Pleasure floods me and I try to scream Ashton’s name again but no sound comes out of my mouth as my body goes rigid. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can only feel the pleasure.

  I hear Ashton moaning, his breath tickling my neck as he presses his face against it. I feel his cock twitching inside of me and then a rush of warmth as he comes. He whispers my name as his cock throbs inside me and spurts again. I find I can move again and I gasp in a much needed, desperate breath. I cling to Ashton, digging my nails into his back as I come slowly coasting down. His cock gives one final pulsing and then I feel it slip out of me.

  He rolls off me and we lay side by side, getting our breath back for a moment. I’m just starting to feel normal again, when Ashton stands up from the bed. He pulls the duvet back and motions for me to lift up. I lift my ass and he pulls my side of the duvet out from beneath me. I lower myself and he covers me up. He goes and turns the light out and then he comes back to bed, slipping in beside me. I turn to face him and we look into each other’s eyes for a moment as Ashton wraps his arm around my waist. I snuggle closer to him enjoying the warmth of his body against mine.

  I put my arm around his waist too, pulling myself even closer to him. I want every part of me to be touching a part of him. I want to feel closer to him than I ever have before for what I’m about to say to him. “I forgive you,” I whisper after a moment.

  “Huh?” Ashton says, his voice sounding muffled.

  I realize he was already half asleep.

  “You asked me if I could ever forgive you for bullying me,” I say.

  He winces at the term.

  Although I feel bad for saying it so bluntly, that’s what he did and it needs to be acknowledged. “I told you I wanted to forgive you but I didn’t know if I could. Well, I can. I have. You’ve shown me every day since I came to work for you that you’ve changed.”

  He leans in and kisses me, his hand stroking my back. “You have no idea how good it is to hear you say that Elena,” he says quietly. “It means we have a chance.”

  “A good chance I would say,” I tell him. “But I can feel myself falling for you Ashton, so if you have any reservations about this, about us, please say so now.”

  “I have no reservations about this whatsoever,” he says instantly. “I fell for you the moment I saw you and that’s never changed. Those feelings never quite went away. I’m hopelessly in love with you and I have been for years.”

  “I-I love you too,” I say quietly.

  Tears shine in Ashton’s eyes as he rubs his lips over mine.

  I can feel tears in the corners of my own eyes too. I didn’t mean to say it. I didn’t mean to tell him I love him, but I do and now I’ve said it. I’m glad I did. It’s not too soon. It’s not like we were strangers. I’ve known him for most of my life.

  “I’m going to spend every day of the rest of our lives trying to make you as happy as you make me Elena. And if I’m even half as successful at it as you are, then I’ll rest easily knowing you’re happy.”

  I smile at him and he kisses me again. We fall into a comfortable silence, laying in the darkness studying each other’s faces. I can see the joy on Ashton’s face and I know I was wrong. People can change. I’m just glad I realized it before it was too late and I lost Ashton for good.

  Chapter Thirty-four

  Elena

  Ashton and I spent a lovely, lazy Sunday together. We woke up early and spent the morning in bed. I was still so sore from the love making the night before, but I couldn’t keep my hands or my mouth off Ashton. He was gentle with me and I soon forgot about the tenderness and threw myself into it. We ended up falling back to sleep and then we woke up late. Far too late for brea
kfast and a little bit too late for lunch, but we got dressed and went out for lunch anyway.

  Ashton took me to a lovely little bistro where we had a Sunday roast with all of the trimmings and then we went back to his place and watched a movie together. He wanted me to stay over again and I wanted to more than anything, but I knew if I did, we would be up half of the night and we both have work the next day.

  One thing I’m determined to make happen: to make sure having a relationship with Ashton won’t affect my work. If I was working for someone else, I would have insisted on going home on Sunday evening, getting an early night and get ready for the day ahead of me. So that’s what I did. It was hard walking away from the thought of another night of sex, but I did it. Ashton tried to convince me it would be okay, that I could come in late if I wanted to, but I explained to him that I wasn’t going to let us being together affect my performance at work.

  There are two reasons for this. Firstly, it’s a matter of pride. I like to go home at the end of the working day, knowing I’ve done a good job and given my best. And secondly, I don’t want to give anyone in the office ammunition to say I’m getting any sort of preferential treatment. I know the story of Ashton and me going on a date last week flew around the office, and I’m pretty sure it’ll still be the talk of the office today. And certain people, like Beatrice for example, will be watching me, just waiting for an excuse to call me out over the relationship.

  Eventually, I made Ashton understand where I was coming from, and he dropped me off at home. It took a lot of willpower to get out of that car alone, especially when he pulled me in for a kiss after he parked outside of my house. It brought back instant memories of our first date, how he had worked me in the car until I came in his hands. And I remembered how much I regretted not inviting him in that night. Now we’re together and I know we’ll be together again, so in that sense, the holding back a little and the waiting will only make it more delicious.

  I’d like to say I’ve stuck to my guns completely and kept it professional in the office, and in some ways, most ways, I have. I’m getting my work done on time and correctly, and Ashton is pleased with my work. So I know I haven’t left myself open for anyone else to think my work ethic has gone downhill. I still can’t quite keep my hands off Ashton though.

  Every time one of us goes to the other person’s office, we sneak a kiss. And when we’re not alone, we’re constantly glancing at each other and looking away quickly with a smile. To say it’s making the working day a little bit more interesting is an understatement to say the least.

  We’re on our way to a meeting with a client now, and as we walk down the corridor side by side, I feel like I’m walking on air. There are people everywhere and we have to keep our hands to ourselves, but I can’t help but imagine what I would do right now if I thought we were alone in the building. I would grab Ashton and kiss him, push him up against the glass wall of his office. I would open his fly and he would lift me up. I would wrap my legs around his waist and fuck his brains out right there.

  I am wet just thinking about it, but I force myself to think about something else instead. Like the client we’re going in to meet. It’s not going to be a long meeting. The client has already been talking with Ashton via telephone calls and emails for quite some time now, so we already know what he wants. The meeting is a formality really, a chance for the client to sign the paperwork. But I need to be alert, because I’ll be taking notes on the meeting, notes the client will sign off on, and I have to make sure I get what he wants exactly right or we could lose his business altogether.

  We reach the conference room. It’s in one of the small ones, one that isn’t made of glass, thank God. If there was one thing I would change about this place, it’s the goldfish bowl effect. And not just because it means Ashton and I are often on display when we get a moment alone together. I just find it distracting. We might as well have one large room with no offices at all.

  The client is already in the conference room.

  Sandra already informed us of his arrival and had brought him refreshments.

  Ashton looks at me and smiles. “Ready?”

  I feel my pussy clench. I ignore the feeling and nod.

  “This has to go well,” he states. “Or the last few weeks of correspondence have all been a waste of time.”

  “It will go well,” I say quickly. “We already know he wants to sign on with us. Let’s do it.”

  Ashton nods and opens the conference room door.

  The client stands up as we enter. Ashton gives him a wide smile and shakes his hand over the table. “Mr. Purvis, it’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

  “Call me Bill. And yes, it is,” Bill says. He focuses his attention on me for a moment as I shake his hand and introduce myself.

  We sit down and the meeting gets underway. I note down everything the client tells us he wants. It takes about fifteen minutes to note it all down and for Ashton to explain a couple of the finer points. He even manages to convince Bill to take on a slightly higher package than the one he was thinking of.

  When they finish discussing the details, Ashton turns to me with a smile. “If you can just confirm everything we’ve discussed here today and have Bill sign the notes, then I can get the paperwork drawn up and brought in,”

  I smile back at Ashton, then at Bill as I proceed to read out the list of services Bill has requested.

  When I get to the end, Bill nods his head and smiles. “That about covers it.”

  I hand him the sheet of paper and a pen.

  He scrawls his signature on the bottom and hands them back to me with a flourish.

  Ashton taps his pockets and grimaces. “I’m so sorry Bill, I seem to have left my phone in my office. I’ll just dash along to Sandra’s desk and have her get the paperwork together.”

  Bill nods at him.

  Ashton excuses himself and steps out of the room.

  “I’m sorry about this,” I say, just to break the silence in the room.

  “Don’t worry,” Bill says, waving away my apology. “The whole world has gone mobile phone mad. To be honest, it’s a welcome relief to be in a meeting with someone where their damned phone isn’t beeping every couple of seconds.”

  “People do that in meetings?” I say, genuinely surprised. “Phones have an off button for a reason.”

  “Ah, you’re old school like me I see.” Bill smiles. “You know, just between you and me, I kind of miss the days where if I wasn’t in the office, I wasn’t reachable.”

  “And the days where you went out with friends and you all actually talked to each other,” I add. “Instead of all looking at your phones talking to other people and spying on their lives.”

  “Yes, that.” Bill laughs.

  Chapter Thirty-five

  Elena

  Ashton comes back into the room and apologizes again as he sits down.

  “No need to apologize,” Bill says. “I was just saying to Elena how it annoys me sometimes how dependent we all are on the damned things.”

  Ashton and Bill keep talking about how technology is changing and debating the merits of it versus the downsides. I throw in the odd comment, but mostly, I am focused on Ashton. He’s so damned hot and I am feeling a little brave. Maybe it’s the luxury of being in a room that’s not all glass. Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t been alone with Ashton all day.

  Whatever it is, I want him. I slip one of my shoes off beneath the table, confident that Bill can’t see me. I stretch my leg out and lightly run my toes up Ashton’s shin. He keeps talking, but he glances at me, his face unreadable.

  I move my toes higher, running them over his inner thighs. He shifts slightly in the chair. He keeps up his end of the conversation, but I can see I am affecting him. He pulls at his shirt collar slightly as he talks. I bite my lip to keep myself from smiling and then I move my foot higher, running it over Ashton’s cock. I can feel he’s hard, ready for me. This time, I have to bite my tongue to stop myself f
rom telling Bill to leave.

  Ashton gasps slightly as I apply a bit more pressure to his cock, moving my foot up and down over it.

  “Are you all right?” Bill asks with a frown.

  “Sure,” Ashton says with a smile, back under control. “I just remembered something that’s all.”

  “Do you need to be somewhere? I’m sure Elena and I can finish up here,” Bill says.

  “Oh no, not at all. Right here is exactly where I need to be,” he says.

  I look down at the table and grin slightly. Right here is where he needs to be for sure. I keep working him and he keeps up his end of the conversation with Bill remarkably well. He shifts in his seat a few times, but other than that, no one would know anything strange was happening.

  A knock sounds on the door and I move my foot away from Ashton. I give him an innocent looking smile as I slip my shoe back on.

  Ashton calls come in.

  Sandra comes in with the paperwork. “I’m sorry about the delay. The printer was acting up.”

  She leaves again, and Bill signs the paperwork. He stands up and Ashton does too.

  I have a moment where I panic. Bill is going to see Ashton is hard. Ashton has fastened his jacket though and it hides the evidence. I stand up and shake Bill’s hand too. “I’ll walk you to the elevator.” I smile.

  “Thank you,” Bill says. “It’s a pleasure to be doing business with you Ashton.”

  Ashton nods as he gives Bill a handshake. As we step out of the room, Ashton calls after me, asking me to return to the conference room after I see Bill out.

  I smile to myself, my stomach rolling in anticipation. I have to make a conscious effort not to let my excitement show as I walk Bill to the elevator and press the call button for him. It arrives after what feels like an age as Bill and I exchange a few more pleasantries and then he’s finally gone.