10 Days

by Niles, Adele

  Five

  Dorian

  She stared at me, her mouth half-open, green eyes wide.

  It was a good look.

  It would have been better if she was nude, chest heaving, and begging me for more.

  Instead, she was apologizing.

  “I had no idea who you were when I said that. I—I’m so sorry, I know it was unprofessional. I’m sorry.” She shifted in her seat. “I wish you’d told me who you are, you know? I—I feel so stupid.”

  I chuckled, waving one hand. “It’s fine. It’s fine. Honestly, I’m always impressed by a woman who says what’s on her mind.”

  She looked unconvinced, but stopped apologizing. She folded her hands on her lap, legs crossed.

  How hard would it be to get her to spread them for me?

  “So,” I said, “your name is Lanie?”

  She nodded. “Yes, sir. Lanie Loving.”

  Cute name.

  “And you have a degree in marketing?”

  “I do, yes. I graduated summa cum laude.”

  “Impressive.” Why the hell was this girl doing intern work? “May I ask why you never applied to work here?”

  “Well, I—honestly, I didn’t know your company existed. And I don’t know much about sports, so...” She bit her lip. “I didn’t really have time to do any research this morning, either. As soon as I got the call, I was up and getting ready.”

  “May I ask why you’re working through a temp agency?”

  Her cheeks flushed red. “Well, I’m struggling to find a permanent job. And waitressing isn’t cutting it. My roommate just moved out and I have to pay all the bills, plus my student loans.”

  I nodded before rising and moving around my desk. I was too far from her. I perched on the edge of my desk in front of her.

  From here, I could see down the neck of her shirt.

  Her tits were gorgeous.

  She was turning me on without even trying.

  I leaned back on one hand, watching her. She looked past me, at the wall behind my desk.

  “So, you’re working under Rachel.” I had to get her talking again. “And she’s treating you poorly.”

  Lanie lowered her head. “I—I just, um, think her attitude could be better. As soon as I walked in, she was angry. Because I was late. And when I asked if I needed to know anything about organizing the file room, she acted like I was an idiot and told me to figure it out.”

  Well, that was unacceptable.

  I wasn’t going to let the first real woman to walk into this office get bossed around by a glorified secretary.

  No, I had a solution to this.

  I watched her. Her gaze lowered, eyes flicking between my legs.

  I knew I was hard, and now she did, too.

  Her tongue flicked across her lower lip. Whether she did it consciously or not, it was incredibly sexy.

  I wanted her mouth on me. Now.

  But I’d wait, bide my time. She’d be mine before her contract here ended.

  I shifted, smiling at her. “Well, see, here’s the thing. Had I known about it, Rachel never would have been allowed to hire you. This position she’s created isn’t necessary.”

  Lanie’s expression dropped. She folded her arms, lowering her head. “I see. Well, thank you.”

  “Hang on.”

  She looked back up, lifting one hand to push blond hair from her pretty face.

  “We can still use you here, though,” I said. “For the rest of your contract. I could use a little extra assistance over the next two weeks.”

  “Really?” Her cheeks flushed pink.

  I nodded. “Definitely. Extra hands are always needed.”

  She lit up with a grin. “Yes! Yes, I—I’ll do whatever you need.”

  I could only hope so.

  Six

  Lanie

  I wasn’t getting fired.

  I was…kind of getting a promotion?

  As much of a promotion as a temp could get, anyway.

  I couldn’t shake the grin. Dorian was talking in vague terms about what he wanted, but I barely heard any of it.

  Maybe if I was good at this, he’d keep me on. Permanently.

  Maybe I could suck his dick, tip the odds in my favor.

  I mean, it was hard to think about anything other than his cock. He was rock-hard in his slacks, and I could barely take my eyes off of it.

  I was sure he’d noticed by now, but I couldn’t help it.

  When I’d said I would do anything he wanted, I meant it.

  “So,” he said, “what do you say?”

  I nodded eagerly. “Yes! I—I’d love to!”

  He extended his right hand. I moved to extend mine as Dorian stood from the edge of his desk.

  Great—my hand was level with his cock now, and he was definitely rock-hard.

  But he was standing, and I figured I should, too.

  I rose from the chair.

  There was a weird sound—like something snapping.

  The heel of my shoe had just snapped off.

  My ankle rolled.

  I was going to fall.

  I gasped. My hand shot out, grabbing for something to keep me from falling.

  My fingers curled around Dorian’s cock.

  It was huge, thick and just the right length.

  He let out a soft grunt.

  It was one of the hottest sounds I’d ever heard.

  I looked up at him. He was watching me.

  My hand was still in his crotch.

  Slowly, I let go, giving him just a faint little stroke as I let go. I smirked. “I see why you’re the boss around here.”

  He laughed, head tilted back.

  His jawline was incredibly handsome.

  I had it bad already.

  “Go finish up in the copy room for today,” he said. “Tomorrow, we’ll start something new.”

  I nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  Seven

  Dorian

  I watched Lanie go, her ass swaying as she walked.

  That did nothing to help my aching erection, but it was fine.

  I moved to sit behind my desk again, taking a deep breath. I opened a folder on my desk, reviewing a few contracts. It took some time, and a lot of intense focus, for my cock to soften again. But it finally did, and I picked up my phone, dialing an extension.

  Rachel answered. “Yes, Mr. Cave?”

  “Rachel, hello. Could you come to my office?”

  A few moments passed. Rachel came in, smiling sweetly.

  She always tried to play games with me, acting like her fake tits and shitty personality would appeal to me.

  She had no idea she’d just hired a woman who was exactly my type.

  “So,” I said, gesturing to the chair across from my desk. “I heard that you hired a temp?”

  Rachel sat down, rolling her eyes. “God, it was a mistake.”

  “Was it? Why’s that?”

  She shrugged. “The girl’s an idiot. She asked me a million questions about the copier and the file room. She said she’s got a degree, but I don’t believe it. Maybe her high-school diploma, but I’d be shocked if a college actually took her.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Are you referring to Lanie?”

  “I think that’s her name, yeah.” She shook her head. “I shouldn’t have brought her in.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “We can’t be talking about the same woman. Blond hair, green eyes?”

  Rachel snorted. “Tits like a cow, yeah. That’s her.”

  What? Her tits were amazing. Better than Rachel’s, for sure.

  “I’m just wondering why you have somebody so qualified doing your job. And what you’re doing with this free time.”

  Rachel opened her mouth, closed it. She scoffed, shaking her head. “I’m very busy! I need help.”

  “So you go behind my back and hire somebody?”

  “Well—”

  “Stop. I don’t want to hear it.” I shook m
y head. “You’re fired.”

  For a moment, there was silence.

  When Rachel spoke again, her voice was high, shrill. “You—you can’t do that!”

  “I think I just did.” I smiled, pushing a button on my phone. I called security and, within a minute, a guard was standing in my office, ready to escort Rachel to clear her desk.

  “I’ve been such a good employee,” she protested, even as she stood to leave. “You’re really going to do this to me?”

  “I am. Because I think you’re lying, and I know you went behind my back to hire a temp we really didn’t need.”

  Rachel shook her head. “Fine! But this isn’t over.”

  I was sure it was, actually. I watched as the security guard escorted her out. When she was gone, I turned to my computer, settling in for an afternoon of work.

  But god, I couldn’t focus. I kept picturing Lanie in my head, imagining her in all sorts of different scenarios. Dressed in lingerie, or with her clothes half-off, disheveled and sexy. Spread out on my desk, or under it with her mouth on me.

  I wanted her.

  Now.

  I took a breath and called down to the file room, glad the extension list was taped beside my phone.

  A shaky voice answered. It was her. “Hello? Um—this is Lanie, in the copy room?”

  “Lanie,” I answered. “Could you come back to my office, please? I’d like to talk about your new position a little more.”

  “Oh! Of course, Mr. Cave. I’ll be there in a moment.”

  The shakiness in her voice was likely from nerves, but I couldn’t help wondering if she’d been pleasuring herself, hidden between rows in the file room.

  I was already getting hard again, and she wasn’t even in my office yet.

  I sighed, trying to calm myself down before she got here. Hopefully, she wanted it just as badly as I did.

  Eight

  Lanie

  I came back up to Dorian’s office in flats—I was glad I had thrown a pair in my bag, just in case.

  He was in front of his desk, leaning on it. He looked gorgeous, dressed in that nicely-fitted suit.

  I couldn’t help stealing a glance at his bulge as I approached.

  He noticed, and smiled at me.

  I moved to the chair facing him, but didn’t sit yet. “I just want to apologize for earlier. I—”

  He held one hand up, cutting me off. “There’s no need for an apology, Lanie.”

  “Oh.”

  Because I felt like I needed to apologize.

  I shouldn’t have grabbed him like I’d done. I should have let go immediately, and I definitely shouldn’t have made a smart-ass comment about it.

  But I had done all of it, and I still somehow had a job.

  A promotion, even.

  And the hot boss kept wanting to talk to me.

  Maybe this could be more than a temp position. Maybe Dorian would want to keep me on as his secretary or something.

  I was pretty sure I’d watched a movie like that—hot guy hires a secretary, has lots of sex with her.

  Or maybe it was just a fantasy.

  Either way, I liked the sound of it.

  I started to sit, but Dorian reached out, catching my wrist. His touch sent a shock of heat straight between my thighs.

  My panties were already wet. I didn’t think I could take much more.

  “Lanie.” His voice sounded so commanding, dominant.

  I wanted him.

  He took a step closer to me, our bodies pressing together. “Did you like it? Earlier?”

  I gasped softly.

  Of course I’d liked it. I’d almost jerked him off in his office, and it had made me feel good.

  I bit my lower lip and nodded.

  He slid one arm around my waist, pulling me in until our hips touched.

  God, he was rock-hard again, and all I could think of was touching him.

  “The only thing Rachel ever did right here was hire you.”

  I looked up. “What?”

  Dorian snorted. “All the other women around here—fake. No…what we needed around here was a real woman.”

  As he spoke, he leaned closer. By the time he finished, he was breathing against my ear, voice low and gravelly.

  My knees were weak. I would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding me up.

  I swallowed, wrapping one arm around his waist.

  “For the next ten days,” he started.

  A shiver ran up my spine.

  Then he finished, “You are mine.”

  I wasn’t about to argue with that.

  No man had ever claimed me like this. No man had ever gotten me so aroused.

  I looked up at him and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  Nine

  Dorian

  “Yes, sir.”

  The words went straight to my cock.

  I needed her. Right now. And she wasn’t protesting at all.

  I pulled her closer. One hand moved for the buttons of her blouse, working them loose.

  She rose up on her toes and kissed me, hard, her mouth opening against mine. I leaned into it, my tongue sliding into her mouth.

  Her lips closed around it and she sucked, just a little.

  My hips bucked against hers. She let out a little gasp.

  I drew back from the kiss, pulling her toward me. She came willingly. We turned, and I lifted her up on the desk. She looked up at me, blouse open, panting softly, and smiled.

  She reached out with one hand, grabbing my belt. She worked it loose easily.

  I let her unzip my pants and open them, her had sliding inside.

  She gripped me firmly, giving me a slow stroke.

  I moaned, head tilting back, and stepped forward. I tugged her bra cups down, letting her gorgeous breasts free. I held them in my hands, the weight perfect.

  It was good to have a real woman here at last.

  Granted, I’d been the one to start the trend of hiring skinny girls. It was easier for me to focus if there weren’t women around who were exactly my type. Rachel hadn’t known what she was doing, bringing Lanie into the company.

  I wasn’t complaining.

  I rocked my hips up into her hand, closing my eyes. I reached for her and pushed her legs apart.

  Her panties were soaked. I ran my fingers over her through the fabric, shivering as she moaned.

  “Please,” she murmured.

  “Please what?”

  “Please…” She paused. I opened my eyes to see her biting her lip nervously. “I—I don’t want to, uh, go all the way.”

  Dammit.

  But I wasn’t going to push.

  “What do you want?” I asked.

  “Your…your hand.”

  “I can do that.”

  She smiled and lifted her hips. I helped her wiggle out of her panties, tossing them to the floor behind my desk.

  I pushed two fingers in with no resistance. Lanie moaned, and I leaned in to kiss her, muffling the sound.

  She rocked her hips, grinding on my fingers.

  It was fucking sexy.

  She shifted forward on the desk, giving herself a larger range of motion. Her hand still moved on me, her hips grinding down on my fingers.

  I turned my hand and pressed my thumb to her clit.

  She clapped her free hand over her mouth to quiet herself.

  But god, I wanted to hear those moans.

  Later. We’d find someplace more private later.

  I was way too close to think about moving somewhere else, anyway.

  I leaned over Lanie, kissing her again. Her hand moved faster; her hips started to buck wildly.

  Watching her come pushed me over the edge. I pushed forward into her hand, then stilled. She kept stroking, her pace slowing as we both began to come down from orgasm.

  I pulled my fingers out of her and sighed.

  She sank back against my desk, closing her eyes.

  She looked good like that, half-dressed and spread out on the black w
ood.

  “There’s a bathroom there,” I said, gesturing to the door near the desk. “Feel free to use it.”

  She nodded. “Cool. Thanks.”

  I chuckled and ran my hands over her thighs. She twitched, drawing her legs together.

  “I can’t do it again,” she murmured.

  “It’s all right. But…later?”

  She lifted her head, blinking. Was she surprised? I couldn’t imagine that. She must have had men climbing over each other to get a shot with her.

  Slowly, she nodded. “Yeah. Later.”

  “Good.” I kissed her again, then pulled away, going into the bathroom to wash my hands.

  When I returned, she went into the bathroom and emerged fully-dressed.

  Well, no—not fully dressed.

  Because I was holding her panties.

  I held them out to her, letting them dangle from one finger.

  She laughed and came to get them, shaking her head. “Rude. Could’ve given them to me first.”

  “But then I wouldn’t have gotten to think about you walking around not wearing them.”

  She looked up at me with a cheeky smile. “Well, if you like the thought so much…”

  And she dropped her panties on my desk, turned on her heel, and walked out.

  Ten

  Lanie

  The week flew by.

  It was easier to enjoy my time there when I was actually doing work I was qualified for. Dorian had me do some secretarial stuff, but he also started asking for my input on some of the projects he was working on. He listened when I talked, and actually used some of my suggestions.

  And then there was the other good stuff.

  On Tuesday, we went to the file room to look for something. He led me between the rows, pulling me into a heated kiss.

  It didn’t take long for us to get one another half-undressed, clothes on the floor between the shelves of files. We kissed each other desperately as we used our hands to get each other off again. It was fast, and hot, and an incredible orgasm.

  Wednesday, I didn’t wear panties.

  I didn’t tell him. Instead, I let him find out when I bent over his desk to look at something on his computer screen. I knew he couldn’t resist looking.

  It had been a pleasant surprise when his hand ran up the inside of my thigh, fingers brushing my pussy again.