“Not my secretary.”
Naomie snorted and tossed her props aside. “Shoot me if I ever look like your secretary. Stuck-up bitch.”
“Naomie.”
“She hates me.”
Dane held his hand out to her. When she got close, he hugged her waist, bringing her up against his side. “In her defense, sugar, the first time she met you was while we were fucking on my desk. She thought you were a prostitute.”
“At least say call girl.”
“Call girl. Exclusive and very expensive.”
“Thank you.” She dropped a kiss on the top of his head. “And she wouldn’t have met me that way if she had knocked.”
“Or if you had locked the door.”
Naomie waved that away, which made Dane laugh and squeeze her waist.
Okay, so Naomie’s and Bonnie’s bad blood had started with Naomie…sort of.
It had been Bonnie’s lunch break when Naomie arrived to give Dane a preview of his Christmas gift this December past. Naomie hadn’t been able to wait for Christmas Eve night, or day for that matter. By the time Bonnie returned, Dane had had Naomie on his desk and spread while he pounded her pussy. Ankles held up and apart, tie slung over Dane’s shoulder, pants riding his thighs, pounding hard and fast and Naomie stroking her clit while she urged him to give her more—it had been a glorious way to spend lunch.
He hadn’t paused when Bonnie entered his office without knocking and stood there in shocked disbelief. She’d only watched for a few seconds before retreating. Neither Naomie nor Dane had thought her interruption warranted stopping. Dane had had twenty minutes left on his lunch hour. They’d used every one of them.
Naomie had been wobbly on her feet when she exited Dane’s office to Bonnie’s evil, censure-laden expression. An expression that had gotten worse when Bonnie learned Naomie was Dane’s wife.
Naomie and Bonnie had had issues ever since. But Naomie refused to let thoughts of Bonnie ruin her surprise. She bent forward across Dane’s desk with her thighs spread and wiggled her ass.
Dane nudged the rose peeking between her ass cheeks. “There it is. How the hell did you drive while wearing this thing?”
“I got a seat donut the other day.”
“How long have you been planning this?”
She whistled.
“Uh huh.” Grasping the rose, he pumped the plug so it stroked her hole.
Naomie wiggled more and let out a rumbling purr.
“Where’s the other one? That’s why you’re showing this one to me, right? You want me to switch it out? Or did you just come here so I could play with it?” He moved the plug faster. “Not that I mind after the day I’m having.”
After drawing in a shaky breath, Naomie said, “My purse.” She moaned low as she rocked against the edge of the desk. Her pussy entrance pulsed with the need to have something stuffed in it as well.
Dane stopped teasing her so he could look through her purse. “I found your thong.” He dangled the tiny triangle of cloth before dropping it on her back. “And here’s your plug…the usual one.”
The stainless steel teardrop appeared tiny sitting on Dane’s palm. Naomie knew better. She’d picked out the medium size this time since the rose was a bit disappointing after the anal probe Dane had given her. To be fair, all plugs were disappointing after Dane finished with her ass. She needed some recovery time before she could wear one again.
Dane tugged the rose free—Naomie wasn’t giving it up—and then popped the teardrop in its place. Her asshole took it easily. Too easily. Naomie had thought Dane would tease her some more.
She looked back at him. He sat staring at the rose with a frown creasing his forehead. Naomie lifted off his desk, parked sideways on his lap and laid her head on his shoulder. “What’s wrong, Big D? You’re all tense.”
“Work crap. It would bore you.” He set the rose aside and hugged her as he leaned back in the seat. “I feel better now.”
“You’re not mad at me for showing up without telling you first? I did bring cookies.” She wiggled her ass over the bulge stiffening beneath her.
Dane swatted her lower back. “I know exactly what you brought and you know I can’t take a break until lunch. Why did you come so early?”
She shrugged again. “It seemed like the thing to do. So it’s early for cookies. I can still have a breakfast sausage.” She slipped off his lap and situated herself between his knees.
Dane let out a resigned sigh. She knew better. He was damn happy she was there. The way his erection popped out of his pants like a jack-in-the-box the second she unzipped them was proof.
She gripped his shaft and pumped. “And the best part of having a breakfast sausage is that you can work at the same time.” With his dick as a control, she urged him to follow her as she backed up under his desk.
There was something so fun about giving a blowjob from under a desk. It smacked of secrecy and the forbidden. She’d only done it once before, during high school. She’d wanted to do it again but had never had an office job.
Dane did and she planned to indulge. She rubbed her lips over Dane’s tip, spreading his pre-cum like gloss, and then closed her mouth around his crown. Dane gave a growling huff that said she had his attention.
Naomie pulled her head back while sucking his tip. It left her mouth with a pop. She tickled the end of her tongue against his opening, getting a little more pre-cum.
Dane let his head flop back. “That’s what I needed.”
“Work, mister.” Naomie fisted her hand around his shaft and squeezed. “I know you’re used to getting head while working, so don’t act like this is new.”
“But I’m not used to my wife doing it while I’m working.”
“I’ll stop.”
Dane sat forward. “Work. Work. Work. So much work. Busy. Busy.” Papers shuffled on his desk and he clicked his mouse.
Naomie grinned. It didn’t take much to motivate her husband. Denying him sex worked like a charm every time. She caressed her tongue over and then around his crown before she resumed sucking on it.
Sliding both hands up and down his shaft, Naomie focused on Dane’s crown. She planned to treat all of him to her mouth but first she wanted to get him good and excited.
His intermittent groans of pleasure said she was doing just that. Listening to him enjoy her ministrations tightened her nipples. With her right hand, she tugged at the neck of her dress and freed her ample breasts to the cool air. Her left nipple ring—a gold hoop with a diamond gem ball and a dangling heart-shaped ruby—tinkled and jiggled. She shouldn’t be able to feel it but the tiny vibrations from that little bit of movement reverberated down to her pussy.
Naomie rotated the hoop through the piercing while tugging on it, increasing her reaction to the titillation. Playing with her engagement ring never failed to get her hot. She wished she had another hand so she could stroke her throbbing clit. Evolution hadn’t been that kind so she had to choose which she wanted more—nipple or clit.
Or a third option… Naomie took Dane’s erection to the back of her throat and started bobbing her head up and down his length. That freed her left hand, which she shoved between her legs. The wet heat of her pussy slicked her fingers and aided the quick circles she drew over her clit.
A bolt of gratification paused her movements. Naomie blew a hard breath through her nose, moaning deep in her throat.
Dane reached under his desk and patted her head. “You okay, sugar?”
She made an affirmative noise while nodding, resuming her oral survey of Dane’s log. Her delighted whimpers punctuated her every move.
“Sounds like pussy is hungry. Want me to help you with that?” He sifted his fingers through her loose hairdo.
Naomie shook her head with a negative noise, worrying his dick, and then resumed bobbing. This was his time, not hers. She’d had hers this morning. While she wouldn’t mind another round, she could manage with her hands. More than manage. She was close.
Dan
e gripped her hair, tugging at it but not impeding her movements. “You feel fantastic, sugar. I concentrate so much better this way.”
Naomie let him go and asked, “Is that why your former secretaries spent so much time under your desk?”
He chuckled. “Jealous?”
“Just wondering why you couldn’t get women who multitask better. One of them would still be working for you if you had.”
“True.” He pushed against her head.
Naomie slid her tongue up one side of his shaft and then down the other before taking his length into her mouth again.
He said, “Except for the last one who moved away, they wanted to sleep to the top or for me to leave you to be with them.”
She let him feel her teeth nibbling his base.
Dane hissed and fisted her hair tighter as though he might yank her away. He wouldn’t but he’d given himself the option. “Not that I would, sugar. You know that. But that’s what they thought. When they got too insistent, I put in for a new secretary. The old one got transferred and the new one tried her hand at convincing me. A few secretaries later I got Bonnie.”
Naomie nodded. As much as she complained about Bonnie, Naomie appreciated the woman. At least Bonnie wasn’t trying to steal Naomie’s husband. Naomie hadn’t known about the other women. She wasn’t the possessive type…okay, she was but she knew how to share so long as the person knew share didn’t mean give.
She didn’t have to worry about Dane. He was devoted to her as she was to him. Emotionally. Her heart belonged to him even though her body wandered. His too. They enjoyed an open marriage because it worked for them. The sex partners they had usually knew not to expect more. It seemed Dane had nipped a problem in the bud before it started to bloom.
Those former secretaries weren’t completely at fault. Dane was a stunning and well-endowed man. His mesmerizing gray eyes commanded all who saw him to bow down and adore him. Naomie wasn’t immune. That was the reason she was on her knees now, though she could easily put Dane on his knees as well. They were a matched set who knew what they did to the people around them and reveled in that power.
Naomie rubbed her clit faster, rolling her hips against her hand. She took Dane’s dick to the base so she could swipe her tongue at the top of his sac and swallow around his crown. Dane rumbled his pleasure while bucking. Almost.
She made a quick trek back to his crown, where she twisted her head from side to side while sucking. Dane thrust into her mouth as he leaned over his desk. Naomie went for another deep throat and swallow before concentrating on his crown again.
Dane was breathing hard. The closer he got, the closer Naomie got. She pinched her left nipple and whimpered with the need to come. Dane nudged at the back of her head while lifting off his chair. Naomie took the hint. She sucked him to the back of her mouth in time for Dane to cascade his release down her throat.
Naomie drank it greedily while peaking with her own release. Her and Dane’s pleasured moans mingled with and complemented each other. When Naomie lifted off his dick, they let out twin contented sighs.
“Ahhh.” Dane fell back against his chair with a happy groan.
Naomie dropped her hand from her body and stared at her handiwork. A small dribble of cum trailed down Dane’s shaft. She leaned forward and licked it up while placing soft kisses on his tip.
Dane patted her head. “Want me to return the favor?”
“Nope.” She tucked his spent dick back into his pants and zipped him up. After climbing out from under his desk, she hopped and bounced in place to get her breasts back into her dress.
The grin on Dane’s face said he appreciated the show. “No? You sure?” He reached under her skirt, hooked one finger inside her pussy and used his hold to bring her close. “Very, very sure?” he asked in a low, rumbling voice as he wiggled his finger.
Naomie’s slick channel made soft squishing noises. She shifted her thighs against each other and bit her bottom lip.
“You know you want to. Don’t I get a breakfast muffin?”
“I want to. You know I want to, but I said I would meet Mia. We’re getting my swimsuit for tonight’s party.”
“But you came all the way out here first just so I could trade out your plugs?” He started pumping his finger. “I don’t think so.”
Naomie braced her hands on his shoulders. Scooping her hips so she rode his fingers, she licked the tip of his nose. “I also wanted an excuse to wear this outfit.”
“And?”
She grinned.
“Spill it.”
Dropping his gaze, she said, “I wanted to piss off your secretary.”
“Naomie.” Dane yanked his finger free and then swatted her ass. “Get out of here before you get us both in trouble.”
“But it’s such fun trouble.” She pressed close and kissed him.
Dane made the kiss deeper. He drew her astride his lap and gripped her ass while sweeping his tongue over hers. After a nibble to her bottom lip, he said, “Have a good day.”
“You too.” She gave him one last light kiss and then backed off him so she could leave. She even remembered to grab the cookie tray on the way out the door.
“Finished already?” Bonnie asked. “That was fast.”
In an exaggerated manner, Naomie wiped the edges of her mouth and then licked her lips as though searching for errant cum. She’d gotten it all before she kissed Dane goodbye but the scandalized way Bonnie looked at her made the pretense worth it.
Naomie grinned and said, “Not really.”
Yes, Naomie had spent the last thirty minutes—give or take—sucking her husband’s dick and now Bonnie knew it too.
The intercom on Bonnie’s desk beeped and Dane said through the speaker, “Bonnie, I need the projection numbers now.”
Bonnie searched around with one hand while pushing the intercom button with the other. “I thought…they aren’t ready yet, Mr. James. I’m sorry. You said you wouldn’t need them until after lunch.”
“I finished earlier than I planned. Bring what you have and get the rest to me as soon as you can.”
“Yes sir.” Bonnie stared at Naomie with wide, amazed eyes.
Bonnie must not have expected Dane to be working while Naomie was there. That thought was plain on her face and easy to read. From the conversation, Naomie gathered Dane had worked faster than usual. She had no problem taking full credit for that.
Naomie grinned and winked. “Yup, I’m just that good. Have a nice day, Bonnie. Hopefully I didn’t throw off your schedule too much. Bye now.” She tossed a finger-wiggling wave over her shoulder.
If Bonnie had a reply, Naomie didn’t hear it. She was in too good a mood. She made her way to the central point of the office where a large table split the room in half. Placing the cookie tray in the center of the table and then unwrapping it, Naomie set out her offering.
A woman passing by glanced over and then said loudly, “Hey. Cookies.”
That brought everyone over. Naomie pointed out the peanut butter cookies and then faded into the crowd. Several people called thanks but most everyone was too busy eating and conversing. It was an unscheduled break and they were taking it.
Naomie smiled all the way to the elevator. While she did glance in the direction of Aden’s office, she had no intention of visiting him. He would see her at the next company picnic, or sooner if she decided Dane needed another at-work treat.
Aden would forgive her because he liked the little fondles she let him slip on the sly when he thought Dane wasn’t looking. Dane knew full well what his boss was about because Naomie had told him. So long as Naomie didn’t let it get too far past fondling, Dane wouldn’t stop her.
She couldn’t say he didn’t care, since he did. An intimate relationship between Naomie and Aden could come back to haunt Dane. But Naomie knew how to deal with men like Aden. He wanted the thrill not the act itself—to believe he was getting over on his wife and Dane. A little fingering and maybe some licking and Aden puffed up li
ke a peacock, thinking he’d done something amazing and proving Naomie was a wonderful actress. He hadn’t gotten a real orgasm from her yet but he thought he had and that was all that mattered.
Stroking the man’s ego improved his mood, which his employees appreciated. If Naomie didn’t have her shopping trip with Mia, she might have stayed and bolstered Aden’s mood some more so the man would consider letting everyone off early. But that wasn’t an option. Dane had primed her pussy and now Naomie ached for the type of attention Mia loved to give her.
Chapter Two
For a Swimsuit
Naomie pulled into her driveway beside Mia’s car. She was late. Not by much but any amount of time delayed the fun she and Mia had planned. Naomie got out of the car and kicked the door shut.
Mia got out of her car at the same moment the wind picked up. It ruffled Mia’s dark-brown ponytail and caught her knee-length flared skirt, whipping it up and flashing her lack of panties. She didn’t bother trying to hold it down as she glanced at her phone. “Where have you been? I thought I got the day wrong. I was just about to call you.”
“Sorry. Sorry.” Naomie cocked her head to the side. She loved windy days, especially windy days that allowed her to gaze at Mia’s round ass unimpeded. “My visit with Dane took longer than I thought.”
Mia gave Naomie an appreciative look. “In that outfit, I don’t wonder why. You’re wearing that while we’re shopping, right?”
“No, I’m not. I’m catching a quick shower and then changing.” Naomie went to the front door and unlocked it.
“What’s wrong with this outfit? It’s hot, mamí. I’ll let you sleep to the top of me any day.”
“I know you would and my clothes have nothing to do with it.”
Mia trailed her gaze over Naomie with a wistful sigh. “Such a shame. Please?”
Naomie laughed. “No. I’m sticky and sweaty and need a shower.”
Mia followed Naomie to the bedroom, flounced to the bed and sat on the edge. Her large breasts jiggled beneath her blouse, a clear indication that she’d skipped wearing a bra as well. Naomie’s influence was rubbing off on her. Not long ago, Mia wouldn’t have stepped out of the house unless she was wearing jeans and a cotton shirt. That was still the case to a certain extent. Mia only dressed with easy access in mind when she and Naomie were spending time together.
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