by Ella Brooke
“What do you want me to do with this?” Elena asked, walking to me where I stood behind my desk. She walked around the desk so we were on the same side and handed me a piece of paper. It was a tech list of faults, one of the first tests.
“File it in case we need it,” I said.
Elena nodded. I was suddenly aware how close we stood to each other, that there was nothing between us. I looked down at Elena, and from my angle, I could see into her blouse without breaking eye contact. It was a peripheral gift. My eyes slid to her lips, and they were round and beautiful. My dick stood at attention in my pants again, ignoring that Elena was my secretary and the one person I shouldn’t have been thinking about fucking.
My thoughts muddled and I stopped thinking altogether.
“Elena,” I breathed. I didn’t know if she was going to answer or what she would have said because I dipped my head and closed the gap between her lips and mine.
The kiss was electric as it had been before, but this time there was no reason for me to stop. We were alone. I knew she wanted this as badly as I did – the kiss, at least – and it turned urgent in no time at all.
I pulled Elena against me, my arms wrapping around her body. I felt her breasts against my chest. I slid one hand lower on her back, over her ass and squeezed it. My tongue was in her mouth, and I kissed her so deeply, pouring my desire into that kiss so that when I broke it, she was left panting.
Her eyes were the color of precious stones, and her lips were slightly parted. Her cheeks were flush, pupils dilated, and I wanted to push my cock between those lips, see her looking up at me with eyes that looked like they belonged in a fairy tale. But I wanted to please her more than I wanted her to please me. I took a step back, pulling Elena with me and sat down in my office chair. I pulled her closer, and she hitched up her skirt and straddled me. Her skirt rode up her thighs to allow her to spread her legs, and it was so fucking hot.
I ran my hand up her thighs, feeling the stockings, the lace edge where they ended, and the garter belt she wore to keep them up. God, a garter belt. It took self-control not to take her on the spot.
With both my hands on her ass, her legs beneath the hovering armrests, straddling me, I pulled her against me, grinding my dick against her crotch. I was hard as steel, my dick straining for release. Her pussy rubbed against me, and it didn’t matter that her underwear and my pants were in between. I ground myself against her, looking her in the eyes as I did.
Elena gasped as I did, her breath leaving her mouth in erratic intakes and exhales. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she tipped her head back, exposing her neck to me. I didn’t wait to be invited twice. I dove into her neck, my mouth pressed against the skin that was soft and smooth, and I nibbled at it, kissing, sucking only long and hard enough to give her goosebumps and not leave a mark.
Her breasts were heaving and falling below my face, and it didn’t take me long to move my way down her neck to her collarbone. My hands found the buttons on her blouse, and I undid them in a hurry as if her breasts were going to disappear if I didn’t get them out soon enough.
When her shirt was open I gawked at her bra – white lace that looked crisp against her caramel skin – before pulling the cups down. Her breasts spilled out, nipples erect and pointing at me, begging for attention. And who was I to refuse? I cupped one breast with my hand, her nipple hard in my palm and I squeezed it, massaging it. I sucked the other nipple into my mouth, and I relished in the moan that escaped Elena’s lips as I did so.
I sucked on her nipple, rolling it around in my tongue, running my teeth over the hard nub and eliciting different sounds from her mouth. Her other breast was a weight in my hand, larger than one handful, and I tugged at the nipple and squeezed the mound.
When I switched from one nipple to the other, I slid the hand that had been on her breast down her body and between her legs, pushing the material of her skirt out of the way. I cupped her pussy. The lace material of her panties, which I was willing to bet matched her bra, was soaked.
“God, you’re so wet,” I said, looking at her. Her eyes opened, and she turned pools of desire to me. It turned me on. I had to have her. I had to taste her, to touch her, to fuck her.
With ease, I lifted Elena and planted her on her legs. I pulled the shirt I had unbuttoned off her shoulders and unzipped her skirt so that it dropped to the floor. I pulled her panties down, and she helped me so that the panties were gone but the garter belt remained. She stood in front of me in her bra, her stockings, and her heels, and she looked like a wet dream. She was like a model from a porno, but she was better because she was real.
I picked her up and she was light as a feather. She was small, her breasts and ass voluptuous, but her waist and legs small and delicate. I laid her out on my desk. She lay on papers and the desk calendar, and I didn’t care if we made a mess of it. Her thighs fell open for me, and her hair was spread over my stuff. I took a deep breath, and I could smell her scent. It damn near made me come in my pants.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I said.
She looked at me and gave me a cheeky smile. “What are you going to do about it?”
I flashed her a devilish smile before diving between her legs and closing my lips around her pussy. She produced a muffled cry as I flicked my tongue over her clit, making her squirm. I held onto her hips, my arms beneath her thighs, and I tickled her clit, licked up and down her slit and fucked her with my tongue. When I sucked on her clit, she cried out again, and I created a rhythm where I alternated fucking her with my tongue with sucking on her clit.
It didn't take long before I coaxed an orgasm out of her, and she shuddered on my desk, closing her legs around my head so that I was trapped between her legs. I licked her until she bucked against my face, not able to stand it anymore.
When I let her go, she was breathing hard on my desk, her cheeks and the skin on her breasts flush. I glanced at her naked pussy, glistening with my saliva and her sex, and it was too much for me to handle without doing anything else.
I unzipped my pants and pulled them down with my jocks to my hips. I pulled up my shirt and crawled onto the desk. My dick was hard, aching with how hard I was, and I pressed it against her entrance. She was wet and open and eager. I pushed into her, splitting her apart as I entered her, and she moaned long and low as I slid in all the way to the hilt.
“God, you feel good,” I grunted. She felt so much better than I’d imagined. And I’d thought about it many times. My face was right above hers, my arms planted on either side of her head. For a moment it flashed through my mind that we were doing something very dangerous. I hadn’t locked my office door, and anyone could walk in. There was no way we could cover this one up. We were fucking on my desk.
I didn’t let the thought linger for long enough to do something about it. I shoved it away and pulled out of Elena only to shove myself back into her. She moaned, the sound gliding out on a breath of air as I punched into her again. Her tits were still out of her bra, pushed up and put on display, and with every thrust, they jiggled beneath me. I wished I could suck on them at the same time as looking at her face to see her reaction. I settled for looking at her face as I pumped into her faster and faster, fucking her harder. Her breathy moans turned into cries.
“Hush, babes,” I said in a throaty voice. Elena tried to swallow her moans, realizing how loud she was.
It was all we said for a while as I fucked her on my desk, pushing her closer and closer to another orgasm. I could see it in the way her eyes became glazed and her eyebrows knit together in a sexy frown.
When she came, her body contracted around mine and I felt her pumping me to come, but I was still fighting to hold back. I did everything I could to hold out. I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet.
When she calmed down, I pulled out. She moaned in protest, but I climbed off to stand on the floorand tugged her toward me so that she was on the edge of the desk. I stood, grabbing onto her thighs and pulled her close enough that I coul
d slide back into her. Elena leaned up on her elbows and looked at me as I thrust into her again. I held onto her thighs and started fucking her. The desk bit into the floor, moving fractions of an inch at a time. My office was filled with hushed moans, the scrape of my desk on the floor, and the slap of flesh on flesh as I slammed into her.
She was getting close to another orgasm, and I was building up to mine, too. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I didn’t want to. The time was nagging at the back of my mind, and I wasn’t going to end this without finishing, too.
Before I knew it, I was orgasming. I pumped into her, emptying myself out, shoving myself deep into her. The motion pushed her over the edge, and she orgasmed at the same time in a rare moment where we were riding the exact same wave. This barely happened, even to people who had been together for years. It was so spectacular I became lost in the sensation, riding out the feeling of her body milking my cock and my balls tightening to deposit it all inside of her.
When we were done, panting and gasping, Elena sat up. I was still inside of her but rapidly softening, now.
“We have to get dressed,” she whispered.
I nodded, pulling out. I opened the top drawer and pulled out a tissue box. She had to clean up after what I’d done to her. I was surprised we hadn’t made a bigger mess of the desk.
I turned around to give her a sense of privacy while she took care of herself. When I was zipped up and tucked in again, my tie straight and blazer where it should be, I turned to Elena. She was getting dressed, too. She pulled on her blouse and buttoned it, pulling up the skirt and fastening the zipper. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at me.
“Is my makeup okay?” she asked.
I nodded. No one had ever looked better. The after-sex glow was the hottest thing a woman could wear.
“I have to set up the meeting room,” Elena said, looking at the time. “They’ll be ready for us, soon.”
I nodded, swallowing. She was up and running, efficient as always. I didn’t have an erection anymore, but I wasn’t recovered the way she was. She turned around and headed for the door, but I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back to me. I kissed her deeply, my tongue in her mouth, my breath in her lungs. When I let her go, she swayed slightly.
“I have to go,” she breathed.
I nodded and watched her walk toward the door.
Chapter Six
Elena
The meeting went well. It was always inspiring to watch Noah in front of a room full of people, captivating them with his words as if he had something to share that no one else would ever have. And in some ways, it was true. He had developed a user interface that was different from anything on the market, that bordered on artificial intelligence, and that would change the approach to technology if it caught on.
But the people in the boardroom with us didn’t know what he was trying to do, what he was trying to show the world. Their marketing ideas were small-minded, run-of-the-mill, per the norm. They threw out the recipes for success because they worked and didn’t realize that doing the same thing for something new and different wasn’t going to cut it.
Of course, it wasn’t all that easy to keep track of the meeting. My mind drifted to what Noah and I had done that morning, and I couldn’t believe how far I had let him go. Usually, I was shy and reserved. He had brought a woman out of me that I had never known, a woman that he had enjoyed and so had I. I wanted to do it again. I knew it was something we shouldn’t have done, but having Noah on top, inside of me, had made me feel alive in ways I had never felt before.
God, what was I doing? I knew exactly what I was doing; I was fucking the boss. I tried the words on for size, trying to decide if I fit into that image. When someone else was described as having an affair with their boss, people frowned on it. I was one of those people, too. One of the people that looked down on it. But now that it was me, now that I was that person, it was difficult to see it in the same light. I was a little dazed, still in a trance, and maybe that was why reality hadn’t hit yet.
When the meeting was over, I carried on with my errands scheduled for the day. I was on my way out for lunch when Noah pulled me into his office and closed the door. Being with him in a closed office pushed up my heart rate. My stomach did a little flip, and I couldn’t help but remember the feel of him between my legs.
“How did the meeting go, in your opinion?” he asked. It was such an innocent business question.
“I think it went well,” I said. “What did you think?”
Noah grinned at me. “I think you were a little distracted.”
I blushed. I couldn’t help it. “Can you blame me? I had a lot on my mind.”
Noah put his hand on my hip and pulled me a little closer. There was still distance between us, and I wished he would close it, but he didn’t.
“Well, maybe next time we should focus less on extracurricular activities.” He wasn’t serious. He was joking, his eyes smiling at me.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” I said, flirting. It was comfortable to be with Noah despite what we’d done. A small part of me had been scared that he would regret what we had done and treat me differently. But being with him was as relaxed as it always was. We still had that physical attraction. We hadn’t just banged it out of our systems.
“I’m serious, though. Don’t get me wrong. It was fantastic. But what we did was very dangerous. We should probably not do that again.”
Noah was right. Of course, he was. But it wasn’t what I had wanted to hear.
“I have to get going,” I said, trying not to sound like it affected me. “I have a lunch appointment.”
Noah nodded. “Have fun,” he said.
I met Beth at our spot at Naked Lunch. We had seen each other yesterday, but Beth asked for another lunch so we could talk about the wedding. They had set a date for three months from now, not nearly enough to deal with planning at our leisure. As maid of honor, I would have to work as hard as she would. Right now, I wasn’t thinking about weddings. I was buzzing with what I’d done earlier, the secret I harbored now.
“What’s with you?” Beth asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You look different.”
I shrugged trying to act nonchalant, but I couldn’t keep it to myself. I looked around the coffee shop, searching for someone who shouldn’t hear me before I looked back at Beth.
“I slept with him,” I said in a low voice.
Beth frowned, shaking her head. “What are you talking about? Slept with?”
I looked at her, not answering the question. The silence answered for me. Beth’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open.
“Are you talking about your boss?” she asked. She was incredulous.
I knew how she felt. A part of me didn’t believe it, either.
I pulled one shoulder up in a shrug. “It just happened,” I said. “I couldn’t help it.”
Beth laughed, lifting her hand to her mouth. At least she thought it was funny. “I can’t believe this,” she said. “It’s been one day!”
She was right. It was very sudden after we had discussed the kiss. But everything had changed since we had had lunch yesterday.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to steal your thunder, but I couldn’t keep it from you.”
Beth shook her head. “No, I would have wanted to know. What was it like?”
This was the Beth I knew and loved. The woman that had given me advice yesterday had been correct, but it hadn’t been the friend I remembered. The one that sat in front of me now, asking me for details was the friend I remembered from college.
“Oh, my God, it was the best sex I’ve ever had. Hands down.” I leaned toward Beth a little bit, lowering my voice. I didn’t want the whole restaurant to hear me. “We did it on his desk.”
Beth made a face. “Everything about your life right now is cliché. It’s like a romance novel.”
“Or a dirty erotica novel,” I laughed, blushing again. My face fell
when I remembered the last part of his conversation.
“What is it?” Beth asked, seeing my change in mood.
“He told me we should probably not do it again. He’s right. It’s dangerous, but it’s disappointing. I’ve never had such a good lay in my life.”
Beth shook her head. “I get where you’re coming from, but it is dangerous. What are you going to do?”
I hadn’t thought as far as having an answer for her. Noah’s words had shaken me because he had said it right after flirting with me, but I knew that he was right. A part of me was also worried. Noah always made me feel like I was someone special. I never wanted him to treat me like a dirty little secret. I was scared that now that we’d had sex, that was how he would see me.
“So far, it doesn’t seem to have changed anything between us,” I said to Beth. “But it’s almost too soon to tell. You think it will stay that way?”
“I don’t know,” Beth said.
At least she was honest. A part of me felt like I knew Noah very well. But another part was reminded that I had only met him three months ago. Even though we got along very well, I had no idea who he was. I didn’t know if anything would change between us. I also didn’t know how he would see me now if all he had been going for was getting into my pants. I had been telling myself that it couldn’t be true because he was a dad, but it didn’t take a saint to procreate.
“Whatever happens, just don’t let it come out,” Beth said. “You don’t want everyone around the office to label you.”
Sensible Beth was back, and her advice was correct again. I doubted Noah would tell anyone what we had done, and I wouldn’t either, but we had a secret now. Secrets could be exposed. And it wasn’t only about my reputation or Noah’s reputation either. It was about the company, too. Saturn Intelligence was already in trouble. The last thing the company needed was a well-placed scandal that would sink it entirely.
“You’re going to have to show me a photo of this guy,” Beth said. “I know you don’t just sleep with anyone and from what you’re saying, he sounds drop-dead gorgeous.”
