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

by Jamie Knight

  “I like you too,” I said, feeling supremely silly. “Like, I really like you.”

  “I got it,” he said gently.

  Getting up from the bed he strode over and crouched in front of the chair, gently taking my hand. The vibrations only got higher within me. I couldn’t believe he was actually touching me.

  “I can barely control myself around you. I want you so much,” he confessed.

  “I-I feel the same,” I was knocked off center by his candor.

  “Would you like to spend the night?” he asked. Both of us knew what he meant by this age-old euphemism.

  I wanted to say yes. I couldn’t. Everything was so overwhelming I could only nod. Tears of joy streamed down my cheeks. It was finally happening!

  Taking me by the hand, he gently guided me up over the bed. Sitting me down on the edge, he planted a soft kiss on my lips. I returned his affections in earnest, actually getting my tongue into his mouth. Passion possessed me like a spirit. As we kissed, I undid Max’s pants and he pulled off my skirt.

  “No panties?”

  “Not tonight.”

  “Good girl.”

  I actually squealed with delight, regretting nothing. My master was finally taking me the way I had always wanted him to, gently stroking my pussy with his lovely fingers as I did my best to stroke his cock, which was even bigger than I had ever imagined.

  Continuing to pleasure me with his mouth as well as his hand, he moved his mouth down to join his hand, focusing all of his attention on my pussy. He gently worked two fingers inside my silken folds as he lovingly licked my clit, almost making me scream with pure, unbridled pleasure. I controlled my movement carefully so as not to hurt myself. A thrown back was the last thing I needed.

  Licking me to a gorgeous orgasm, fireworks burst in vivid colors behind my eyes as I quivered against his beautiful mouth. Max stroked my inner thighs and I shuddered, coming down from my orgasm of high.

  I pulled him to me, taking him a passionate kiss, trying to express the indescribable feelings coursing through me. Max’s kind affections only stoked my affections higher as I stroked his beautiful cock. My pussy got even wetter as I felt his throbbing warmth.

  As I stroked, he unbuttoned my cute sleeveless blouse, stopping below my sternum and revealing my massive tits but not my brace. Dipping my head as though to pray, I opened my mouth and took in as much of his magnificent manhood as I dared. I got a little less than halfway down his cock. Which, to be fair, was roughly the length of my forearm from elbow to wrist. I actually paused to check just to make sure I was right.

  Wrapping my lips around his beautiful shaft in a loving mouth-hug, I started to suck. Massaging my full lips along his throbbing member up to his tasty head and back again, the tip occasionally pressed against the back of my throat as I did. I forgot, just for a minute, how small my mouth was.

  I wanted to start going faster, but I couldn't quite convince myself that it was a good idea. I decided to stick to the ancient wisdom of slow and steady. As I sucked, I started to use my tongue to add some spice, swirling it with surprising ease around his head, making Max moan.

  I wasn’t ready. I knew his load would be big. It only stood to reason. No amount of fantasizing or imagining prepared me for the river that came rushing into my mouth. I felt for a second like I might drown. But I also couldn’t think of a better way to go.

  Mercifully, Max noticed my distress and stopped the flow, pulling out of my mouth and giving me time and room to swallow. His cum tasted better than I ever even imagined. When the first instalment was swallowed and gone, I opened my mouth wide, yearning for more. Max was more than happy to deliver.

  I licked his cock clean before sucking him back to full hardness. I loved the soft, warm throbbing of his cock in my mouth. Max tenderly massaged my tits as I did so. It all came together to make my pussy warm up like an inferno. I needed to be fucked right then and there or I was going to go insane.

  As if reading my mind, Max took me gently by the shoulders and guided me down onto my back. He opened my legs with his warm, lovely hands, soft from a lifetime of office work.

  “Be gentle,” I blurted, hoping I didn’t kill the mood.

  “Of course, sweetheart.”

  “No,” I said, wanting to make sure he really understood, “I mean it. I’m not a virgin or anything. It’s not that. I would love for you to fuck me hard, but I can’t. I-I have a back injury.”

  Before he had time to respond, I unbuttoned my blouse the rest of the way, exposing my brace like a deep, dark secret.

  “I can still walk and everything, you know, works. I just can’t be doing any vigorous physical activity or things will get really bad really fast. Lots of crying and screaming, and not in the good way. I - ”

  Max touched his finger to my lips, causing me to fall silent mid-sentence. Oddly, I was actually relieved by the gentle look in his eyes.

  “I’ll be careful. I promise. Is there a good position for you to be in?”

  “Like this,” I said, “on my side. I can’t really do all fours or cowgirl or anything really fancy.”

  “Duly noted,” he said, stroking my pussy, making me moan.

  Once he’d gotten me relaxed, Max spread my pussy lips with his fingers and pressed the lovely warm head of his beautiful cock up against the opening of my tight little girlhood, slowly slipping it inside me.

  It really was quite a snug fit, but not so much that it hurt. I could feel every move he made. The bulk of his magnificent cock stroked fluidly against my clit and g-spot at the same time. He pumped my tight little pussy with long, smooth strokes, making me feel like I was lifting up out of my physical body.

  True to his word, Max was very careful and exceedingly thoughtful as he fucked me, making sure I was okay and never going harder than I could handle. The filling me with a warm gentle joy.

  Working to a beautiful orgasm, Max slipped his cock out of me, continuing to stroke my clit, and brought his cock around to my mouth to unleash another massive load, that time in more manageable volleys. Four in all. Each well gone, my mouth open and ready for more before he graced me with the next delicious helping.

  Gently repositioning me on the bed, he moved my legs, so I was laying straight up and down the length of the really nice mattress. Taking off his shirt so he was naked, Max climbed up onto the bed and held me, gracing my cheek with a soft kiss.

  “How did you do that?” I asked, still stunned by his confident handling of me.

  “Oh, my sister was in a wheelchair. Our mom was pretty useless as a parent, so I was doing most of the care when we were younger.”

  “Is she okay now?”

  “Oh, yeah, she’s doing great. I was talking about years ago when she was a kid. She got a lot stronger as she grew up. Now she can bench more than me. She works at a physical rehab center now.”

  He was like an artichoke. I just keep peeling away one astounding leaf at a time. Getting down to the true heart of him with each layer.

  It was like reverse jet lag. Rather than feeling fatigued, I felt really wonderful and alert. I woke up before the sun had risen. I looked at the clock realizing that it was 4 in the morning. We had been asleep for four hours, yet I wasn’t tired at all.

  I looked over at Max, sleeping soundly beside me. Kissing him gently on the cheek, I got up carefully off of the bed and started looking for my skirt in the morning dark.

  “Going somewhere?”

  “Oh geez!”

  “You okay, baby?” Max asked, getting quickly out of bed, laying his hand on my back.

  “Yeah, I’m okay. You just startled me is all. I thought you were asleep.”

  “I was. I have a kind of sixth sense. It only works with people I love.”

  The kiss came out of nowhere but felt really right. Our tongues moved together with a sweet synchronicity, as though we could read each other’s minds. It was something I could really get used to.

  “Would you like to go for a walk?” he asked, final
ly pulling back.

  “Now?”

  “Why not?”

  “Okay,” I said. I had no real argument for that bulletproof bit of logic.

  Max helped me back into my clothes, turning on the lamp on the desk to facilitate the process, before getting himself sorted out as well. Hand in hand, safe from the eyes of the world, we walked out to the corridor and down to the elevator.

  One of the nice things about Treasure Cay was that no matter where you were in the entire area, you were fairly close to the beach. Beach access was pretty much the entire idea behind the development.

  There weren’t many lights on the beach. Most of what we got was from nearby resorts and villas. But the full moon in the clear sky made everything clear, while casting it in a lovely glow.

  It was a lot like in my daydream. Except, of course, there it was sunset. I wasn’t about to complain. I absolutely loved the feeling of walking with Max in the pale moonlight, traversing the soft sand. Both of us had taken our shoes off a while ago. It really was like walking on flour.

  “Want to take a break?” he asked.

  “Sure,” I beamed, just happy to be with him no matter what we were doing.

  The sand was just as soft under my ass as it was under my feet. Before I knew I knew I was doing it I was lying on my back, looking up at the starry sky, counting all the constellations I had only ever heard about. I had never been in a place where it got dark enough for me to actually be able to see them.

  Max sat down next to me, paying a lot more attention to me than the lovely world around us. I could almost feel the desire radiating off him, mirroring the yearnings of my own burning spirit. Bending my knees, I pulled my skirt up to my waist, unveiling my tight, wet, little pussy cast in gentle blue moonlight. Slipping his hand between my legs, he stroked my sensitive little cunt while coming in for a kiss, which I accepted happily. Our minds and bodies came together in a wonderful way.

  Still kissing me with all his love and affection, Max gently mounted me, unzipping his pants as he did so. Stroking the head of his cock against my pussy to get me relaxed and ready, my beautiful lover slipped his gorgeous cock deep in my tight pussy, filling me up in the most wonderful way.

  “That good, sweetheart?” he asked.

  “Fuck yes,” I enthused.

  At my word, Max started moving carefully, pumping my pussy until I was beyond the power of speech. I still made sounds alright. Just none were any recognizable human world language.

  Not wanting to draw to much attention to our public sex, my gentle master put his hand over my mouth as I moaned and howled. My vision actually got a bit weird from the amazing things he was doing to my cunt, filling me with joy before filling me with his hot load.

  It was like a wonderful dream. The last few days of the getaway were spent on a cruise ship. Our cabins weren’t connected like they had been at the resort, but they were right across from each other, which made meeting in secret a lot easier.

  Keeping up the appearance of professionalism during the day and making hot, sexy love at night, my beautiful master blessing me with buckets worth of his glorious cum.

  Despite our caution. I was fairly certain Thomas and Lauren were beginning to suspect something was going on with us. Not only because I would sometimes be walking a little funny when I came in for breakfast after a night’s worth of beautiful rutting. Even so, we were looking forward to our last couple of nights together before going back to our regular lives. He hadn’t actually talked about it yet, but I had a feeling we were more or less together even if we would have to keep it a secret to protect the company. The best laid plans.

  It was a dinner like any other. The four of us sat around the table in the ship’s luxury dining room. Max did his very best to give the impression of aloof professionalism. Thomas and Lauren made small talk. Then a bomb, shaking our entire world, came in the form of a reporter appearing on a nearby TV.

  “… the imposed travel ban will extend to U.S. citizens currently abroad.”

  Chapter Ten - Max

  There were many things I could fairly be called. Some of them were good. Others were bad. A few more were in the latter category than I would really like. But one thing that could never be said about Maxwell James Morgan was that I gave up easily.

  The first order of business was to find out more about the travel ban. Easy enough, given the ships lighting fast Wi-Fi. The good news was I that had convinced officials at the Marsh Harbor airport to extend our return tickets until we were allowed to re-enter the US, which looked like it could be a good long while.

  It sounded like an agitated woodpecker. I tried to ignore it, but the knocks just came again and again, running the risk of driving me mad. Moving across the large cabin, in a less than genial mood, my attitude readjusted itself when I saw the one knocking on my chamber door.

  “Busted!” Lauren sang.

  “What are you on about?”

  “Oh, come on, don’t even try to lie,” she said, forcing her way into the cabin.

  “I really don’t - ”

  “Oh yes! Right there! Fucking my tight little pussy, Max! Fuck me hard!”

  Carrie’s exact words, said in a surprisingly good impression. Fuck. I could smack myself for not realizing that Lauren’s cabin was right next to ours and the walls, while nice, really weren’t very soundproof.

  As pissed as I was at myself, I was even more pissed at her. She knew full well it could ruin my reputation if it ever got out that I was boinking my assistant. A good number of the more conservative clients would be vaporized.

  “What do you want?” I asked, assuming she was blackmailing me.

  “A raise of course. For starters at least, and then we’ll see,” she said with a vulgar wink.

  I had been fairly certain she was just using me to gain money. Turned out she wanted sex and power too. I could have given her a costume and a catchphrase, and she could have been a z-grade supervillain.

  The travel ban was going to go on for a while, so I had time to weigh my options. I never actually agreed to Lauren’s demands. I just made it sound like I would. I needed to get back to American shores before I could really access my finances. It was bullshit of course, but she believed it.

  She wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. Even so, I figured it would be best if Carrie and I stayed away from each other for a while both by day and by night. Just in case. Not being an idiot, I texted the love of my existence and let her know what was going on and what my plan was. Text messages were generally more difficult to intercept than any other medium.

  Soon enough, the ship took us back to the island. With some of my legendary negotiating skills, I got them to give us another four rooms indefinitely for half price per room. I didn’t get rich by spending money I didn’t have to.

  I made sure that Carrie and I were nowhere near each other in terms of our rooms. We barely even looked at each other at meals. It hurt like hell. It was like someone stuck a knife in my rib cage. But what no one knew was that I was evolving a plan.

  It took two weeks for the travel ban to lift, but even then, there were some pretty strict limits put on the populace. One of them was that we stay inside for a minimum of two weeks. No one ever actually specified who had to stay where.

  “Wow, this place is huge,” Carrie said, sitting on the antique couch in the living room.

  We would take care of her lease and I would of course pay to have her stuff moved in, but all that could wait. What was really important was that we were home and we were together. At least we would be.

  “What are you doing?” Carrie asked.

  “I just have one thing to do, then I’ll show you the bedroom.”

  “Do you really think it's safe?”

  “Perfectly. I have decided I really don’t give a shit who knows about us, because I love you.”

  “I love you too,” she said, getting just a little bit misty.

  Working her way up from the couch, she took me in a loving embrace
, her face pressing gently onto my chest.

  “I also just fired Lauren and promoted Thomas,” I added.

  Tucking the phone back into my pocket, I took Carrie by the hand and guided her into the master bedroom, laying her out on the beautiful four-post bed.

  “Wow,” she said again, gazing around the bedroom.

  “I know, right?”

  It was summer, so she was wearing a light summer dress. It made it much easier to strip her naked. She was bare but for her back brace, which I had gotten really used to working around over the last month.

  Stripping myself down to nothing, I joined my beautiful lover on the big old bed, all the love I had been holding onto since Lauren’s threat pouring out in the form of kisses all over her luscious body.

  I worked my way to her tender little pussy. Lightly opening her legs a little bit more, I buried my face into her sweet tenderness, holding her by the hips to keep her still and avoid any serious injury.

  Bringing her to the very gates of ecstasy, I smothered her beautiful pussy in tender, soft kisses as she came down. Carrie stroked my hair with both hands.

  Turning her gently onto her side, which we found to be our favorite position, I licked my way up her side, ending at her lovely neck. The head of my cock pressed up against her beautiful pussy. Both of us were desperate for what was going to happen next. It was a tender joy we hadn’t been able to indulge for far too long.

  My huge cock deftly worked inside her beautiful little pussy. Her tender lips hugged me as I pumped her, to a higher state of consciousness.

  Epilogue

  This too shall pass. Great advice which also turns out to be true. Not that having to stay inside together was the worst thing in the world.

  If anything, it gave Max and me time to really get to know each other in more than just the Biblical way. As it turned out, we had similarly interesting histories. Both of us had dreams that didn’t quite work out.

  Destiny got in the way, minor infractions in the grand scheme mostly made up for by the fact that Max and I had been brought together. It was a chance we fully intended to make the best of.