by Cassie Cross
Abby took a deep breath to calm her temper and steady her nerves. She was so tired, hungry and frustrated that she was worried that if he started harping on her, she was going to lose it.
Abby stood and made her way to Cole’s office, gripping the report in her fingers. Her heart was thumping in time with her footsteps. The oversized mahogany door creaked as she pushed it open, making it sound like she was in a horror movie, which didn’t help at all. And, when she thought her heart couldn’t beat any faster, it proved her wrong when she looked up and saw Cole sitting behind his desk.
The task lighting cast a soft glow on his face, creating shadows that accentuated his bone structure. His tie was loosened a bit, his sleeves were rolled up to the middle of his forearms, and he looked so sexy that Abby had to bite her lip to keep herself from sighing dreamily. Seeing him look like that might make the reaming she was about to get worthwhile. All of a sudden, her nervousness and dread calmed immediately and melted into that damned lust she was always trying to fend off. She couldn’t escape it, and it was all Becca’s fault for revving it into high gear by showing her Cole’s half-naked picture this afternoon at lunch.
“You wanted to see me?” Abby’s shaky voice stated the obvious. All she wanted was for him to look up at her with his piercing eyes, but he insisted on staring down at the papers in front of him.
“Turn to page thirteen.” The coldness in his voice prompted her to hurry to the seat on the opposite side of his desk.
The mistake was on page thirteen, and Abby knew that Cole was dying to show it to her. She flipped through the pages, her fingers shaking from all the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She used to be so calm and collected around him, and now she was starting to come apart at the seams.
Like a true shark, Cole sensed Abby’s vulnerability and zeroed in on it. He stood and slowly walked over, giving her time to think over what was about to happen. He placed his hand next to hers on the desk, and leaned over her so closely that she could feel his tie brush her back. So closely she could smell him; that blend of starch and detergent that was so incredibly him, and made her want to bury her face in his neck because she couldn’t get enough of it.
Think, Abby. Think, she reminded herself. Now is not the time to let him distract you.
Abby scanned the numbers on page thirteen, hoping to find her mistake, but she couldn’t focus on anything other than Cole and his smell and how much she wanted him to pull her down onto the floor and fuck her into oblivion.
Cole reached over her shoulder and slid his finger down the paper until it came to rest beneath a row of data about halfway down the page. Nothing looked out of the ordinary to Abby, but then again, this report had thousands of rows of financials, and, unlike him, she hadn’t committed them all to memory.
Abby’s heart was pounding and at that moment, her stomach growled. She was certain Cole heard it, because she felt the air on her cheek as he let out an almost imperceptible laugh under his breath. Nervous and hungry, this slow reveal was about to push Abby over the edge. Little by little, second by second, all that lust was being swept away by a buzzing annoyance and low-level anger that she was beginning to feel down deep in her bones. She needed Cole to stop teasing her and just get this over with.
“Do you see this?” He tapped his finger beneath an eight-figure number in the totals column.
Of course I see it, she thought. It’s right in front of my face. She wanted to speak the words aloud, but didn’t.
“What am I paying you for if you can’t catch the simplest mistake? This particular group has shown a steady increase in sales over the past two quarters. How is it that this number is thirty-five percent less than it was last month?”
Abby wracked her brain trying to come up with an answer, but she couldn’t think straight. It was her fault and she should’ve taken responsibility, but the heat of the moment made her say something else.
“This isn’t my data,” she replied. Technically, it was the truth. She just compiled the numbers, so she wasn’t as familiar with them as she should’ve been. “I’ll check with John-”
“I don’t care whose data it is.” His words were a low grumble, and Abby knew that she was making him angry. The spiteful part of her wanted to make him even angrier for making her stay so late and then yelling at her to boot. “It’s your job to compile it, Abigail. It’s your job to make sure it’s correct before I waste my time looking at data that isn’t right.”
Abby wanted to mention to Cole that he wasn’t exactly wasting his time if he could tell her that a number was wrong just by looking at it. “First of all,” she said, sounding much louder than she should have, “I told you I was still double-checking the numbers. I never said that I was finished. And you’re not wasting your time if you can pick that number out of a fifty-page report and tell me that it’s incorrect. And, honestly, if I spent all of my time tracking down incorrect data that your employees sent me, I’d never be able to do anything else!” Abby could’ve run down a list of the rest of her workload, but Cole knew what it was. He was the one who gave it to her.
“And I’m sure you’d do it in the most efficient way possible,” Cole said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he threw her report into the recycle bin.
Abby could handle a lot of things, but she could not handle Cole poking fun at her work ethic or her efficiency. She took care of twice the workload of any of his previous assistants. He knew that, and must’ve said what he said to get under her skin.
Well, two can play at that game.
Abby stood. Cole was no more than a foot away from her, and her blood was still thrumming from having him in such proximity. She wanted her calm collectedness back, so she made sure to look Cole in the eyes when she said the following words.
“Alex and John aren’t my employees, and they provided me with incorrect data. You should probably be reprimanding them, Cole.” Cole’s eyes widened when Abby said his name, and even though he was a foot taller than she was, she felt powerful in that moment. “I didn’t make this mistake. They did. And if you want to lecture someone about efficiency, you should probably be lecturing one of them.”
Cole stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and Abby. Abby reached down and smoothed her skirt; it gave her something to do to steady her hands.
Their faces were inches apart, and Cole’s pale blue eyes were too intense. Abby wanted them looking at her, but not like this. Not in anger, or whatever it was he was feeling. Still, she wasn’t going to back down.
“You did make this mistake, Abigail. Ultimately this is your responsibility.” Cole thrived on moments like this, and Abby knew that he wanted her to fight back. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
He stared her down, and she could see his breathing quicken. It was too much to look him in the eyes, so she focused on his mouth, those supple lips. Even though she was so incredibly heated, anger making her skin thrum all the way down to her fingertips, all Abby could think about was what would happen if she grabbed Cole’s tie and pulled his lips to hers. She had never wanted anything so badly in her life.
As Cole stared at Abby and Abby stared at Cole’s mouth, the air in the room changed. It shifted in such a palpable way that it was vibrating in the space between them.
Not wanting Cole to think that he had won, Abby gave him a hard look and narrowed his eyes. “I will fix it. Sir.”
She had meant the last word to get under his skin, but she didn’t think it would have quite the effect on him that it did. It set off a fire in him, and the tide had shifted, she could feel it. Cole and Abby looked at each other for a long while before he broke her gaze to look down at her mouth.
The whole exchange had Abby practically bouncing, she was so turned on, but she couldn’t find it within herself to believe that Cole was turned on, too. Even so, she knew she needed to get out of that room before she made a fool of herself.
She didn’t even make it two steps before Cole clasped his hand around
her wrist. She could practically feel the fire through his skin, and the warmth of his touch surprised her. She gasped as he pulled her to him, and in one swift move she was pinned to the desk. She had never experienced such opposite reactions to someone in her entire life. She wanted Cole to rip off her clothes, and she wanted to smack him at the same time.
Cole leaned in close and Abby closed her eyes as she breathed him in, unable to believe that this was really happening.
“You drive me crazy,” he said in a gravely voice, his words so full of want that they made her heart skip a beat. Those words flipped a switch inside of her, and all of the doubt went away, replaced by desire. For months she’d wanted this to happen, and now it was all within her reach. “You’ve been driving me crazy since the first day you walked through this door.”
“I can drive you crazier.” Abby wrapped her fingers around Cole’s tie like she’d wanted to do before, and his beautiful eyes searched her own. Abby wondered if he was as surprised as she was that this was happening. She didn’t care about her job or her future in that moment, she just cared about what his lips tasted like. So she pushed herself up on her toes and kissed his beautiful mouth, opening up to him as his tongue swept across hers.
Cole grabbed Abby’s hips, sliding her onto his desk, and she spread her legs to give him room to get closer. As they kissed, Abby slid her fingers through Cole’s soft, perfect hair. He pressed his chest against hers and back she went, her elbows resting on the desk. She wrapped her legs around him, feeling his erection against the inside of her thigh. Cole was rich, powerful, and more handsome than anyone Abby had ever seen, and knowing she could make him that hard urged her on. She reached down and stroked his dick, and their kisses grew frantic. Cole cupped her breast through her shirt, gently squeezing Abby’s nipples as she moaned in his mouth.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Abby could feel Cole’s smile as his mouth moved to her neck.
She nodded, she couldn’t help it. “More,” she said, grinding against his erection. She wanted Cole inside of her. Now.
Too impatient for buttons, Cole pulled at Abby’s shirt, popping it open until just below her bra. He kissed his way down her neck, laving her skin, then slowly slid down the cups of her bra and traced his tongue around her left nipple, then her right. He looked up at her wearing a devilish grin as he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking a little before he gently pinched it between his teeth.
Abby gasped and lifted her hips to grind against Cole again, a move that left him breathless. Just that bit of friction made Abby impatient for more, so she reached down and unbuckled his belt, then pulled at the button on his pants. After she finally had him unbuttoned and unzipped she pushed his boxers down, freeing his dick. Abby admired its beauty: thick, hard, and ready for her. She slid her hand down the shaft and he strained against her palm, kissing her harder than before as her fingers glided over his warm, throbbing skin.
Cole slid up her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down before he reached across the desk and pulled a condom out of his wallet.
Abby wrapped her arms around his neck as he rolled it on, all the while nibbling impatiently on his earlobe.
“Hurry up,” she said.
Cole let out a mischievous laugh, his hands moving agonizingly slowly.
Abby huffed. “You can’t just take your sweet time when you’ve got a girl all spread out on your desk, waiting for you to fuck her.” She was surprised at the words that came out of her mouth, but they felt right in the moment.
“Wanna bet?” Cole pulled away and for the first time since this started, Abby got a really good look at him.
God, he’s so beautiful. Abby couldn’t believe this was happening, and she wasn’t about to waste a single second of it.
Cole, however, was intent on punishing Abby for her impatience.
“I’ll make you wait for as long as it pleases me, Abigail. Until you’re begging me to make you come.”
Abby wanted to beg him now, but there was a sadistic part of her that wanted to see what he was going to do to her while he made her wait.
Cole reached behind her, cupping her ass, and pulled her almost to the edge of the desk. Then he spread her legs as far as they would go, until the sides of her knees were touching the wood. Slowly, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them.
The next sensation Abby felt was just a whisper of a touch between her thighs as Cole’s fingertips teased the sides of her clit, never once touching her with the pressure she so desperately craved.
“You’re so wet,” he said. There was a hint of wonder in his voice that confused Abby, because she was certain that countless women before her had the same reaction to him.
Cole slipped two fingers inside of Abby, and she couldn’t help herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck and their lips crashed together again and again, the two of them so full of desire as she moved her hips in quick thrusts against his hand, needing to feel some kind of satisfaction.
“Please,” Abby begged. She couldn’t wait any longer.
“Ask me again.”
“Please.” Abby was so breathless, her pleading almost sounded like a whine.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to make me come.”
With Abby’s ass still near the edge of Cole’s desk, her legs still parted, he pulled her close to him so her head was cradled against his neck. She breathed deep, loving his smell. His talented fingers moved in a way that made Abby cry out; they created such a delicious pressure inside of her. She rocked against the pad of his hand, faster and faster, and Cole held her up when she lost all strength in her arms.
“I should make you wait.” Cole’s mouth was pressed against Abby’s ear, his voice husky and low, and he pulled his hand away quickly just to tease her. “I’ve been waiting for you for months.”
He has? Abby couldn’t even process that admission.
“Please, please, please.” Abby repeated in a long, soft string of completely indistinguishable words. Cole resumed his ministrations, and Abby was desperately trying to stop herself from giving into the pleasure, wanting to savor this feeling a little while longer.
“If you think I’m talented with my hands, wait until you find out how good I can make you feel with my cock.”
Abby couldn’t wait for that and neither could her body, because his words made her explode, her muscles squeezing his fingers as she cried out.
Abby was still coming when Cole pressed his forehead against hers and splayed his palms out on his desk, his hands on either side of her hips as he pushed into her. Abby’s skin was slick and her body weak, but she wanted more of him, and couldn’t help but sigh as he slid inside. He made her feel so full; fuller than anyone ever had before.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” Cole said, his voice strained. “I knew you would feel good, but this…” His voice trailed off as he focused on his first few deep thrusts, and Abby ground against him when he was so close, wanting to take advantage of her position.
“Harder,” Abby said, gasping. “Fuck me harder. You’re not the only one who’s been waiting.” She gripped Cole’s ass, desperate for him to be closer, desperate to get caught up in that wave of ecstasy again.
Cole kissed her, and when he pulled back, Abby looked into his hooded eyes. She thought they were perfect on a regular day, but a regular day had nothing on their beauty when he looked at her like this, all consumed with lust as he pounded inside of her. Cole began moving even faster as she wrapped her arms around him, holding on as tightly as she could. His thumb circled her clit, stirring a tide inside her that began in her belly, slowly heating the rest of her as waves of pleasure lapped out to the rest of her body.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna,” she breathed, unable to complete a coherent sentence. She’d never come twice in one go before.
“You gonna come?”
Abby nodded.
“I want to feel it.” Cole’s lips brushed the shell of Abby
’s ear, his hot breath spurring her on and his thumb pressed against her clit, winding her into a frenzy. “Make me feel it.”
Seconds later Abby cried out, and Cole kept thrusting through her orgasm as her muscles squeezed him, pleasure reverberating from her center all the way to her fingertips. He slid his hands beneath her ass and picked her up, pulling her against him. His breath was heavy—ragged and strained—and she wrapped her legs around his waist to hold herself up and give herself leverage to grind against him, making sure that she took every drop of pleasure from him that she could.
“Your turn,” Abby breathed as Cole’s bright blue eyes found hers. She wanted him to feel everything she just felt, so she rotated her hips twice before he came undone, holding her tighter as he twitched inside of her, his head falling to her neck where he kissed her skin until he was spent.
Cole placed Abby back down on the desk and she leaned back, resting her body against the cool wood. Cole hovered over her for a few moments, and Abby savored the last of this perfect feeling. She didn’t want to turn away because she wanted this to last as long as it could. She’d never had anyone like him before, and no one had ever made her feel the way Cole just did. Besides, she wasn’t sure what was going to happen when the reality of what they’d done sank in.
Reality could wait just a while longer.
When Cole finally did pull away, he and Abby looked at each before Cole turned and went into the washroom. It wasn’t until he walked away that Abby realized she’d never even bothered to unbutton his shirt. Hers was still on too, even though most of the buttons had been popped off.
Abby tried to gracefully slide her undies back on, but there was really nothing graceful about cleaning up after a quickie with your boss. She almost had to laugh at the thought of it. She managed to smooth her skirt and get her bra back on correctly, all the while remembering the feel of Cole’s stubble on her skin.
