Under My Boss's Desk: Office Romance Collection with New Novella (Under Him Book 4)

by Jamie Knight

  "Liam!"

  He takes advantage of my distraction to pull my panties to the side and fast his lips on me. The way he goes to town on me has me struggling for breath like a fish out of water.

  He licks, he sucks, he teases, and he nips when I try to close my eyes. I can hear the slurping sounds, but I don't care enough to be embarrassed. He makes things even better by fitting his middle finger inside me and pushing it in while his tongue is licking me.

  "You feel impossibly tight.”

  The words come out before I can even think clearly. "It has been too long.”

  His mouth lifts from my pussy, even though he leaves his finger inside me.

  "When was the last time you had sex?”

  Uh-oh.

  What do I say to that?

  "Define sex.”

  He drags his finger out of me again, drawing a moan from me with it. His eyes narrow, fastened on mine, like he knows I’m trying to be smart with him.

  “When was the last time a man put his cock inside this tight pussy, Anna?”

  Oh, he has such a dirty mouth. A mouth that he has put on me and that has made me feel all sorts of wonderful things.

  "Never, but I had a date with my vibrator four days ago.”

  My attempt at humor is lost on him because he is looking at me like I have grown two heads.

  "You are a virgin."

  His words are slow and deliberate.

  I try to open my mouth, but he pulls me by the legs until I’m sitting on his lap.

  "Yes or no?" he demands.

  It isn't something I’m ashamed of, but he’s making me feel guilty.

  "Yes.”

  I expect anger, but all I feel are his lips kissing my hair and his hands tightening on my waist.

  "Were you going to tell me or were we waiting until I was buried inside you to find out?”

  I can't tell if he is angry with me because he is holding me like he is afraid to let me go. He kisses my hair again, taking a deep breath like he is smelling it.

  "I didn't think it necessary to tell."

  He nods, pressing a kiss to my forehead this time.

  “I want to be noble, but now all I can think of is being your first, Anna. Do you want me to be your first?”

  There is no question about it.

  "I want this so much it hurts.”

  He stands with me in his arms and carries me out of the office, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. I expect him to push me on it, but instead, he stands me before him and proceeds to undress me.

  What is he thinking? I want to ask him, but I can't get my lips to move, especially when he peels my panties off me and slides them down my body.

  After he is done, he stands back to admire his work, then pushes me gently till I am lying on the bed. In front of me, he pulls his t-shirt over his head to reveal a strong, muscular chest. Right in front of me, he undoes his belt and slides his jeans down his legs.

  "You are barefoot.”

  It sounds incredulous that I’m noting that inconsequential fact when it is all I can do not to lick my lips at that impressive bulge he is sporting. His lips twitch, but it doesn't stop him from dropping that final piece of elastic cotton and striding towards me.

  Oh my.

  Liam Thorne looks even bigger in person. For the first time since he kissed me, I am having second thoughts because it is starting to actually dawn on me that I am inexperienced, and it might hurt a lot. He touches my ankle, making me look up at him.

  "It will be worth it.” A wicked curl of his lips before he adds, "I promise.”

  His leg parts mine and once more, his fingers find my core again. This time he doesn't bother teasing. Instead, he pushes one finger inside and starts to fuck me with it while his other finger draws patterns on my clit.

  My back arches off the bed as he adds another finger, making come hither motions. The way he is pumping in and out of me is almost rough, and I love it. When I feel the flat pad of another finger, I shake my head at him, feeling myself quiver as an orgasm threatens on the precipice.

  He lowers his head and captures my lips just as he fits the tip of his cock inside me and slides his way in.

  It should hurt.

  Correction- it does fucking hurt.

  But my orgasm chooses that exact moment to hit me and I scream over and over again into his mouth. He leans back and then slams home almost immediately, making both the pain and the orgasm soar even higher.

  "Want me to stop?” he asks against my lips.

  I nod in one thrust and shake my head in another thrust, feeling like there is molten fire in my veins. I want him to stop, and I want him to never stop.

  He thrusts over and over again into me, filling me up and stretching me over and over again. He leans up, supported by his elbow, and looks into my eyes. I am still whimpering with each thrust because it makes my orgasm spread even further as the tip of his cock touches the mouth of my womb over and over again.

  Finally, he shudders, and I feel a rush of warmth as he cums into me.

  I have had orgasms, but this was a monster of all orgasms.

  "Please,” I whisper to him.

  It’s just starting to subside when he picks up the pace again.

  It is scaring me, how intense this feels. He looks into my eyes and nods, hurrying his thrusts.

  "I wish I could stop, but I can't.”

  My hands go around his neck and my legs around his back and I hold on for dear life. I am still cumming, and now I feel like my entire body is having an orgasm. Liam holds me with one hand as he pounds me over and over again, like he’s trying to pound my orgasm deeper into me.

  "I can't,” I say weakly, before my teeth find and sink into his neck.

  He holds me impossibly close and buries his face into my neck, then stills, pouring everything he has into me. Finally, his hand finds the headboard and he holds it for dear life. It is the only thing keeping him from collapsing on me.

  Our eyes find each other’s, and he looks into mine for quite a while as we both try to hold our breaths.

  "You are mine, Anna.”

  My heart thuds against my ribcage hard enough to make me gasp.

  It sounds like a declaration, the way he says it, but I don't want to delve into that.

  He is just getting caught up in the moment, I tell myself. In the heat and passion of a new, forbidden fling.

  What are the chances that after this quarantine we will be together?

  So instead I say, "You kept going after you came.”

  He nods. "I wasn’t done and you felt too good.”

  "Does that happen often?”

  He lets out an incredulous laugh that makes him twitch inside me.

  "Never, actually.”

  When he finally pulls out of me, it is because he finally goes limp and has no other choice. When he lifts me from the bed, I almost fall down because of how weak my body feels.

  Liam doesn't say anything, instead carrying me to the shower, where he sets me on the floor and proceeds to wash and dry us both.

  “You have such a gorgeous body,” he tells me. “I love your curves. I’m so glad you’re here so that I can see you naked whenever I want.”

  My mind is so tired that I can't think past how good I feel all over and how nice it feels to have him caring for me.

  When he carries me to the bed, I fall asleep immediately, but not before I feel him climb in beside me and wrap his strong arms around me.

  Chapter Six – Liam

  Anna looks like the innocent she actually is in the mid-morning light. Her brown hair looks more like honey the more I look at it, and the freckles on her nose are more pronounced. She has never looked more beautiful to me and I want her even more.

  After making love to her for the first time yesterday, we both fell asleep exhausted yet so sated. I must have been more tired than I thought because I woke up at four in the evening with Anna tucked in my arms.

  She had wanted to take a proper shower and n
aturally I followed her in there. Of course I couldn't keep my hands to myself but since she was sore, I tried to behave myself. It was difficult though— her hourglass shape drives me fucking insane.

  I have fucked a lot of women, but with Anna, I have made love to her. The connection I feel with her, whether she is teasing me about sex, or is beneath me with her legs parted, is not common. She is innocent, of course, so how would she know?

  She isn’t sure what to do with these new feelings. I can tell from how she changed the subject after we made love. I could tell by how conflicted she looked sitting on my couch when she arrived, and how she bolted when we were on screen together.

  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that she thinks this is only about sex. But it also doesn't take a psychologist to be able to tell that I am going to do all I can to make her stay.

  I give her a kiss on the cheek, and she murmurs something incoherent and then goes back to sleep. Unwillingly, I drag myself out of bed and cover her with the blanket as I go.

  She looks so good on my bed that I am not in a hurry to get her out of it.

  I call Michael for updates on the internal saboteur and he describes to me a strategy they have come up with to deduct the original IP from the proxy that has been used. Personally, I don't know much about this aspect of computers, but I know enough to piece together the strategy. I tell him to keep me updated when he does get the culprit and then I toss the phone on the other side of our desk.

  Our desk.

  I really like the sound of that, and I intend to keep it that way.

  The next two hours are spent with me trying to work and ending up delegating nearly all of my work for the day. Still, I print and sign a few papers before I finally give up all hope of working and decide to surprise the woman in my bed with lunch.

  I am a terrible cook, always have been. Which is why I opt to heat up some chicken and Cajun rice in my freezer, put in on plates, place them on a tray, and take them upstairs to her. I get there to find her sitting on the bed looking like she just woke up. She glances up at me and her eyes go wide with surprise.

  "Is that for me?”

  I shake my head and watch her blush. Anna is beautiful, but she doesn’t even know it, to the point of disbelieving that any man could want to cook for her.

  “It is for us.”

  I place the food between us and give her a plate. We sit there eating in relative silence before she breaks it.

  "What time is it?” she asks, just as her eyes find the wall clock in my bedroom.

  “Oh no,” is the only thing she says before trying to scramble out of bed.

  I reach out a hand and draw her to my lap, remembering how well she fit in it while we discussed her virginity like I wasn't I hard enough to break wood.

  "Relax. It is only me who monitors the video cameras and the check in times.”

  Her head is shaking before I am even finished.

  "It isn't about that. I missed half a day of work yesterday. I can't lose another.”

  She must make sense, but to me, she is making none because her neck looks so tempting and I can see the pretty pink color of her panties underneath my t-shirt. She takes one look at me and I can see the moment it dawns on her that I am hardening right beneath her.

  "I promise to overwork you later to make up for it.”

  She gives me a half shy smile, shaking her head, then kisses me so gently I almost break at the tenderness of the action. I allow it for a while, pleasantly surprised that she is kissing me, before I take over and deepen the kiss, cupping her jaw to hold her steady. She tastes like the spicy chicken we just ate, and I decide it tastes even better on her tongue.

  This time, it is she who pushes me back onto the bed and trails kisses all over me. It is she who pushes my pants down to wrap a delicate hand around my cock and gives it a squeeze that has me breathing oddly.

  She takes my hand and guides it between her legs, slipping it into her panties. I don't need to be told to touch, but when I do press a finger to her clit, she swipes a thumb over the top of my cock, making me buck off the bed.

  When I rub her little clit, she gives me yet another swipe. This time, I experiment by pressing my middle finger inside her tight little pussy hole, and that earns me a fisted stroke from the base to the tip of my cock.

  Fuck me but I am loving this teasing side of her.

  I keep thrusting my finger, adding another, and she keeps stroking me over and over. I buck up to thrust between her gifted delicate fingers just in time before I realize what I am doing. I am imagining fucking her with my cock just like I am with my fingers and her own fisted fingers.

  This connection we have between us doesn't come easy.

  I know it better than she does.

  When she finally pushes my hand away to press herself on me, I sigh with both pleasure and contentment. When Anna starts moving on me with sharp and inexperienced movements, I close my eyes because this feels like home. She feels like home.

  How can I ever let her go when she has grown on me so much in such a short amount of time?

  Her hands slap against my chest in frustration, looking like she wants more but also like she doesn't know what it is that she wants exactly. I hold her waist to keep her on me so that I can sit up and I am rewarded with a ripple of her pussy. Holding her waist, I push her back till she is dangling, supported by only my arm, and then I start to fuck her.

  My hips move like I have no control over them as I drive my cock into her body over and over again. Her fingers clutch against my forearms and she holds on for dear life as I move in and out of her. She is so tight and so wet that I never want to stop.

  The thing with Anna is that I am not rushing towards a climax. I want to make this last instead. I want to imprint myself in her so deep that it is almost like a compulsion.

  Her eyes slide shut and I feel bereft so I press myself deep inside her till I feel that tight ring at the end of her pussy and hold myself there, feeling scalded by the heat that is her. She draws in a quick breath and looks at me.

  "Keep your eyes on me, Anna.”

  I expect her to comply, but I should know she doesn't immediately do as I ask. Instead, the little minx drags herself off my cock slowly, till only the tip is in her.

  "Why?”

  Her voice comes off breathy and desperate, but still...

  "Because I want them on me when I am balls deep inside you.”

  I draw her up till she is sitting up and drive in her so hard that a slapping sound fills the entire room. Her gasp is a good enough reward, but I want more. So, I draw her back again and slam her down hard.

  This time she actually lets out a small scream, but it is not enough for me. Still I draw her back again by the waist and slam her down. Then I do it again, and again, and again until her screams fill the entire room.

  She. Is. Mine.

  She. Is. Mine.

  “You. Are. Mine.”

  "I am yours,” she screams, and I realize that I have said it out loud.

  She is mine?

  She is mine.

  I slide her off me, turn her around and bend her over the set of drawers. When I surge inside her, we both moan at the feeling.

  She feels like a hot silken glove that is squeezing around me and I love that more than I can tell her. Her fingers grip the sides tighter and she bends down, laying her cheek on the wooden surface like she is bracing herself. I swallow hard.

  "Hard?”

  "Show me.”

  I draw back and surge inside her, snatching her back to me till I bottom out inside her. Then because I can, I do it again, and again, and again until we almost feel like one, moving against each other.

  The way she moves against me after we establish a pattern makes it feel like we are dancing the most pleasurable dance in the world. The way we move together makes me think she was made just for me.

  It doesn't take long before she is making mewling sounds. I can tell she is desperate to cum, and so am I.<
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  I reach around her to rub my index finger on her clit while we move against each other. The first thrust, the second, and she cums on the third. Her muscles ripple and squeeze me so hard that I have no choice but to cum for her. Pouring myself deep inside her.

  It takes us a while to finally peel ourselves off each other enough to get a shower, but even there we can't stop touching each other. We wash each other, making jokes about how we usually are in the office and how we never thought we would be in a shower together.

  We are acting like a couple already and I feel like a selfish bastard because I don't want this quarantine to end.

  I want the pandemic to be over, but what if I lose her?

  What if there is a timeline on this thing and we are forced to be professional with each other again?

  There isn't a no fraternizing policy in our company, but it goes without saying that we would be frowned upon.

  I don't care about that, but how will Anna feel about it?

  Fuck me, but I need more time.

  After we get dressed, she drags me by the hand into the kitchen and she sets about cooking pasta and sauce, giving me the task of helping her like it is the most natural thing in the world. It isn't five-star restaurant good, but we eat it like it is, in the dining room, settling in like it is natural. We even discuss the acquisition and the advantages of retaining some of the employees while we are eating, as well as whose strengths are needed in the company.

  She is smart.

  She is beautiful.

  And she is my equal in the bed and in the office.

  She feels like a missing link in my life, the more I spend time with her. That is why after we have worked till midnight, I drag her to my bed instead of letting her go to the guest room.

  Because I have slept alone, and it isn't anywhere as comforting as sleeping with Anna in my arms. That is a good feeling. But what is even better is that she comes with me, laughing and teasing, but never protesting.

  Chapter Seven – Anna

  It has been three weeks since I came to Liam's house and every moment has been wonderful. Four more days and we hit the fourth week together.

  Over time, we seem to have fallen into a routine that involves lots of sex in the morning, a shower, cooking together, then work. Of course there are times we break all the rules, like last night when we worked all night, slept in the morning, then spent the rest of the day eating leftovers and watching a rerun marathon of How I Met Your Mother. Although before season two was over, we were going at each other like teenage children on the couch.