“Unbutton your shirt for me. My hands are busy.”
She froze when he rubbed that sensitive patch inside her. Just when her extremities started to tingle, he stilled.
“Your shirt. I want to see.”
Prying her fingers away from his skin, she hurriedly slipped each button through its hole, thanking God she wore a front clasping bra. With one flick of her fingers, her breasts spilled free.
“Gorgeous.” His free hand cupped her left breast and he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“I can’t believe this.”
“Having second thoughts?”
“No.”
He stroked inside her as she touched every inch of his skin within reach. When his belt buckle got in the way, she brought both hands around to release him. Through his slacks and underwear, his erection brushed the backs of her fingers, his breath harsh and loud in her ear. “I could come just from touching you.”
“Inside me.” She dipped beneath the waistband of his underwear and took his cock in both hands. “Now.”
His fingers slipped from her pussy.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom and tore the package open.
“What are you, a Boy Scout?” She shoved his pants down to pool around his ankles then went back to his penis. Warm and hard, velvety soft.
He smiled. With his face so close to hers, the smile seemed to take over his whole face. Grant didn’t smile nearly enough. She decided right then to change that.
“I’ve kept a condom in my pocket ever since that day you waltzed into my office and announced you were taking over the Customer Service area since Lopez couldn’t find his dick in a sea of pussy.”
Sidney grinned naughtily. She’d deliberately used harsh language, hoping to not only impress her point, but to get a rise out of Grant. Too bad it took this long to find out that it worked.
“Lopez’s dick turns you on?” She teased, rubbing the tip of his erection with her thumb, then shifted to paint his sex with the moisture from his..
“You talking dirty turns me on. You standing in front of me with your fuck-me heels looking completely ravaged turns me on. But if you keep teasing me with your sweet pussy, I might blow this whole thing before I get inside you.”
“Who’s teasing?”
With a string of hissed curses, he knocked her hands away and rolled the condom on. Then he took both thighs in his hands to lift her off the floor and open her for his swift possession.
Sidney’s shout of pleasure was muffled by his shoulder. He filled her so completely. She stretched around him, her pussy clamping down on his flesh.
He didn’t move other than his chest expanding against hers and his cock pulsing inside her. He hiked her higher up the wall.
“Beautiful.”
Sidney couldn’t move. She held onto his shoulders for balance as his grip on her thighs kept her off the ground, high enough to adjust to his superior height without him needing to crouch, but the position didn’t give her any room to move. After a few deep breaths, he pulled his hips away, then sank back. His sigh of pleasure harmonized hers.
The scent of sex mingled with his cologne, creating an entirely new and even sexier aroma that had her hips surging against his. As he continued his meticulous pace, she licked his lips and then tugged on the lower one to seek entrance. He angled his head to deepen her kiss. His tongue licked and stroked hers, leaving her weak with desire.
She squeezed around his length.
He groaned into her mouth. “That feels so damn good.” He adjusted his grip again and she wrapped her legs around his hips.
A quiet hum built up from deep in her core. Each thrust sent a vibration through her, driving her closer to the edge. The excitement of having Grant this close, finally, had her humping against his invasion as much as she could.
“I knew it. Knew it would be good. Like this.” She uncurled one hand from his shoulder to thread her fingers through the thick hair on his nape. She couldn’t get close enough, even though they were as close as two humans could get.
Panting breaths filled the air along with low grunts that seemed to come from deep in his chest, along with the occasional bump of the door as their movements jarred the latch.
“So good. I’m getting close. Tell me what you need.”
The rush of his arousal was almost enough. “My clit. Touch me.”
“Hold tight.” Mashing his chest against hers to pin her in place, he moved one hand from her ass. He stumbled and she jerked forward, leaving him no room. “This isn’t going to work.” He cupped her ass and held her securely against him. “The desk it is.”
She smiled, as he shuffled across the room, still hindered by his slacks. “I love your desk.”
After pushing the phone to the far end, he set her on the edge and then leaned over until she was flat on her back. “You’ll have to tell me all about this fantasy you have about my office. I’d like to recreate it someday.”
“You already are.”
With a low growl, he inched down so he could suck one of her nipples into his mouth, pulling his cock out to tease her opening. The warm tingles returned with a direct line from her breasts to her sex. When her flesh hardened to a peak, he turned his attention to the other one.
Sidney held his scalp, keeping him where he was, yet still flicked her hips against the tip of his unmoving cock. When her toes curled in her shoes, she reached down to stroke herself.
He straightened, leaving her wet nipples cooling in the air conditioning. His tee shirt had fallen back down to cover his abs, but his spread open dress shirt made him look like a very naughty boss indeed.
“That’s so sexy.” He dragged his hands down her legs to lift her knees, opening her to his view. He still moved, but slowly. Focused intently on her fingers as they whipped over her fleshy bead. “I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock.”
She sucked her lower lip between her teeth. Her body felt as light as air and yet hot enough to scorch the desk calendar beneath her. His slow thrust and withdrawal worked in tandem with her rapid masturbation, sending her pussy into a confused state of excitement.
She reveled in the warmth of his masculine hands on her thighs as he held them apart. She hoped his scent would soak into her clothes so she could wallow in the memory of what they’d done.
Not willing to think about the aftermath of this encounter quite yet, she opened her heavy lids and stared into Grant’s eyes, shining bright with desire. His upper lip shone with tiny beads of sweat that made her mouth water just thinking about licking it away.
When his jaw dropped and his head rolled back, she knew he was close. With one hand still rubbing her clit, she brought her other to her breasts. It only took a small tweak of her nipples to send her right to the precipice.
“Grant…oh God.”
He picked up the pace, pulling almost free of her entrance before slamming back inside her, nudging her further onto his desk. Ignoring the papers that fell off the far side of the desk, he just pulled her back to the edge and continued.
She squeaked. It was a strange sound she’d never made before and morphed into a low groan as her orgasm raced through her body, leaving tingling footprints on her skin. Her abdomen jerked and convulsed a split second before her pussy spasmed, clenching around his dick. She rubbed her clit, softer now, enjoying each wave of pleasure.
Grant pushed deep inside her one last time and she felt his pubic hair tickle her sensitive entrance. With a grunt, he released. His cock pulsed inside her and she squeezed around him to feel more of it.
He brought his focus back to her face. Moving slowly a few more times, he extended both their orgasms. Sidney fell still with the last throb of her loins.
It took a few minutes before her heart slowed down and she caught her breath enough to speak. “Jesus.” Was all she managed.
“No shit.” He grinned. “Why the hell did we wait so long to do that?” He helped her upright, to sit on the edge of the
desk. “That was amazing,” he whispered into her mouth.
As he kissed her, he pulled out. She shivered with the last drag against her walls and tried to ignore the sense of emptiness that ensued. The feeling only intensified when he stepped out of her embrace to dispose of the condom. Before he straightened, he reached down to pull his pants over his hips.
Suddenly Sidney felt very naked. Heat burned her cheeks and she squeezed her thighs together before fumbling to latch her bra. She had three buttons on her blouse secured before he took both of her wrists in his hands.
“Hey, hey…don’t go shy on me now.” He moved back between her dangling knees.
She forced herself to look up at him. Grant Porter. Her boss. The man she’d have to report to on Monday with a status update on the prior week. The man who would give her annual performance evaluation in front of the company CEO in three months.
Grant Porter. My lover.
She swallowed. As confusion and misgivings fairly oozed from her pores, he stood staring down at her with the most caring expression she’d ever seen on a man. She licked her lips to moisten them, and again when she tasted him there.
“Don’t tell me you already regret this. I’d hate it if you started feeling uncomfortable around me.” He linked their hands together and squeezed. “Tell me. If I made a wrong move, tell me now. I’ll try to make it right. I can’t lose you. Not as a manager, not as a friend.” He lowered his chin to pierce her with his intense gaze. It was the same expression that had made her quiver in the seat just a few feet away earlier today. “Not as a lover.”
She shook her head. “It wasn’t you. I knew what I was doing.”
“Past tense?” That right eyebrow lifted.
God, he’s so damn sexy. She lifted the same brow. “What are you saying—you want to do this again sometime?”
“Hell, yeah.” He kissed her. Gentler this time, calming her nerves, and soothing her soul.
Sidney slipped her arms around his waist, pulling him against her. She kissed him until her mouth ached deliciously, then pulled away to button his shirt, kicking her legs like a little girl in a grown up chair. “You were right, though. This changes everything.” She made room for him as he worked on her buttons. “Where do we go from here?”
“My place.”
* * * * *
Grant locked his door behind them and tossed her backpack onto his recliner. “Can I get you a drink?”
She’d crossed the room to study the family photos on his bookcase. As wrong as it was in the Pritchard and Redland policy books, he couldn’t get over the feeling of how right it felt with her here. “I’d love a glass of water.”
He chuckled. “Sure it’s not too early in the evening for that?”
“Were you planning on getting me drunk to take advantage of me?” She turned to face him, her hands planted on her hips.
“I don’t think that’s necessary. You left your car at your place. You’re stuck here until I get sick of you.” He took a step toward her.
“You can’t keep me captive. I can always call a cab.”
He shook his head. The woman would definitely keep him on his toes. One more step and he had her in his arms. “I’ll have to work on keeping you entertained so you won’t have to.”
“And I—” she nibbled and licked a line up his neck. “—will have to make sure you don’t get sick of me.”
The thought of an entire weekend with Sidney in his bed made his cock strain against his zipper. He’d followed her home and waited as she changed into some jeans and packed an overnight bag. If anyone from P and R knew where she lived, they’d find her little hatchback parked in her driveway all weekend long.
He sighed. “I am so glad it’s Friday.”
“Have big plans for the weekend?”
He closed his eyes as her delicate hands made quick work of his shirt buttons, for the second time in as many hours. He did have a tee time tomorrow morning, but a quick text to Trent would take care of that. “Plans have changed.”
“Is that right?” She set his cufflinks on the shelf beside a picture of his brother. “You won’t have any company stopping by to chat?”
“Nope.”
“What about…what was her name? Bambi?”
He shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it over the arm of a chair. “Her name was Brandi, and you know it.”
“Same difference.”
“Jealous?”
“Not anymore.”
Chapter Three
It was difficult to go about her job, knowing full well Grant was in his office down the hall. Each time she crossed her legs, every muscle reminded her about the past weekend.
She grabbed a folder from her desk and fanned herself. Hopefully she would get over the newness of their relationship soon so she could do her job.
Relationship? Get real, Sidney. You’re using him to scratch an itch, just like he’s doing with you. “You don’t need a man in your life right now.” She mumbled out loud, since her internal voice was too easy to ignore. Three more months in her current position and she’d be eligible for a promotion. Pritchard and Redland had two outlets in the metro area, and she had her eye on the Northwest facility. That was one reason she bought the condo halfway between both sites. She wasn’t about to throw away her dream job for a man. Even if it was Grant Porter.
She slouched in her chair and resumed fanning. After the weekend she’d had, it was easy to see how a woman might give it all up for the right man.
Some other woman, maybe. If the Northwest job didn’t pan out, she had backup plans. Hell, she could even stay right here. She was making good money, loved the work. And she was damn good at it.
When you’re not mooning over your boss. Get to work.
Slapping the folder down, she wiggled her mouse to wake her monitor. Fifty-two emails. Not bad for a Monday. Halfway through them, someone knocked on her door.
“Sidney?”
So much for focusing on anything but Grant. He poked his head into her open door.
“Yes, sir?” She smiled guilelessly.
He narrowed his eyes, but didn’t otherwise respond. “I’ll be out of the office for an hour or so. Cathy’s at a doctor’s appointment. If I forward my line, would you mind catching my calls?”
“You got it.” She waved and turned away, just like she’d done for the last two years. If she sat staring at him, anyone peeking over his shoulder would see the lust in her eyes. Suddenly she felt a little better about getting through the workdays with this new facet of her life. She’d been successfully hiding her attraction to him for so long, it was second nature.
“Oh, and Sidney?”
“Yes?”
He waited for her full focus before he mouthed. I want you.
“You got it.” Her response was a bit breathier than before, but she did force her attention back to her monitor rather than watch him walk away.
Jesus. She fanned herself again. Work, Sidney.
She only got halfway through her emails when two employees interrupted her to complain about a third. When they’ left, she called the third in, who promptly burst into tears. Although most of the other managers hated the “glorified babysitter” aspect of the job, Sidney enjoyed taking a situation and finding a resolution that satisfied all parties. Even if she did have to interrupt the discussion to field Grant’s incoming calls. As Rayleen dried her eyes, Sidney’s cell phone chirped.
Ever since her mother learned how to send a text message she’d been forwarding every last joke and meme she found.
“I’ll check on you again next week. I think these processes will help you in your job. I’m sorry your trainer never covered them with you during orientation.”
Rayleen waved a hand. “She might have. I was under a lot of stress back then. I might not have retained all of that stuff. They shove so much information down your throat in two days, you know?”
Yes, she did know. Sidney reached over to jot herself a note. It was time to revisit the
orientation and training process. Her phone chirped again, and she quickly switched it to silent. “Why don’t you take a little break? I need some things picked up from the office supply store on the corner.” She opened her desk drawer, dug out the purchase order and slid it across the desk. It wasn’t anything that they desperately needed, but it would give Rayleen a chance to get out of the office, get some fresh air, and return feeling a little bit of accomplishment and self-worth. Even if it was just from a gopher errand.
“Sure. I guess I can do that.” Rayleen took the yellow form and stood. “Thanks, Sidney. Sorry I bawled in your office.”
She followed her to the door. “Don’t worry about it. You’re not the first, you won’t be the last. Now, don’t forget to bring me the receipt.”
Before she could get back to her inbox, her phone rang. Another call for Grant. How the man got anything done with all the interruptions he faced, she didn’t know. After she hung up, she checked her cell phone for the message. It wasn’t her mother.
It was Grant.
You look hot today. And then, Had to leave the office before I threw you down and fucked you.
Grinning, she tapped in a reply. Quit texting me at work. I’ll get fired. She answered another phone call before his reply came.
Not fired, just a long private conversation in my office.
When he returned and walked back by her door, he caught her fanning herself. She shook her head in mock exasperation.
It was going to be a long week.
“You’re not ready?” Lily, her co-manager and friend stormed into her office, her spiky hair shaking along with the pixy-shaped woman. “I thought we were going to try out that new Indian restaurant downtown.”
Oops. She’d completely forgotten that fly-by commitment. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Lily. It totally slipped my mind. Give me thirty seconds.” She put her computer to sleep and dug out her purse, hyper-aware of Lily’s
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