I was growing more anxious by the second. My nerves then did the talking for me:
“Oh, is that how you became editor-in-chief?”
Her eyes flashed fire for a moment and I immediately regretted opening my mouth. Shit, was she going to fire me now? Frankly, it was probably deserved.
“For your information, no,” she spat. “I’ve been at Chic-Wise since I was fifteen, so this isn’t some misplaced nepotism.”
Immediately, an apology came to my lips.
“Of course not,” was my growl. I’m not going to say anything to anyone,” I assured her again. “Believe me.”
She looked somewhat appeased.
“Okay. Good.”
I grinned, attempting to steer us toward some levity. “I guess there’s no way we’re going to continue and pick up where we left off then, huh?”
Her frown didn’t move. What a pity. We’d had an amazing time last night.
“Absolutely not,” she replied, lips pursed.
“Of course,” I said smoothly.
At that moment, Christine came back with Lexi’s coffee and a bottle of water for me. Lexi began to aimlessly stir her coffee without paying attention.
“Christine, you can finish showing Ryan around the office now,” Lexi said.
As we left, closing Lexi’s door behind us, I couldn’t help but become more frustrated than ever before.
Because not only would I be working crazy hours for little pay, and not only would I be one of the only men in a sea of estrogen, but the editor-in-chief just also happened to be someone that I’d enjoyed physically. Plus, she liked it. Her denials got under my skin, and only made me want her more.
So anger burned in my veins. Despite Lexi telling me that things were over, I knew they weren’t. Our connection was too hot, and soon, we’d find ourselves alone together again in the not-too-distant future.
Chapter 3
Lexi
I’d been thinking about Ryan all day since he walked into my office. Visions of that huge, masculine form appeared before my eyes, even when I was trying to concentrate on an ad campaign or some editorial shots. Crap. It was impossible to concentrate.
To avoid temptation, I’d decided to confine myself in my office. Whenever people needed me, they’d email me or swing by. But even while appearing perfectly capable and competent on the outside, inside, all I was thinking about was Ryan, and what I’d do if we were together again.
By the time four o’clock hit, my body was buzzing, alive with tension. I decided to go wild and take a step into the outside world.
Unfortunately, my new intern was right there. Ryan had been given the simple task of making copies. Luckily for me, the copiers, printers, and other accessories were in another room, and when I saw him walking in that direction alone, I left my office and followed him.
Holy shit. I was stalking an intern. Slowly, I let myself into the enclosed space, softly shutting the door behind my curvy form.
Ryan didn’t know I was there, and I just savored the moment. He really did have a nice, tight ass. I wondered what it’d be like to leap on him, pinning him against the copier.
“Hey there,” came my dulcet voice.
The man looked up swiftly.
“Hey,” he grunted. “You waiting for a copier?”
“No worries,” I told him. “I just need to make a few copies. You go ahead and finish.”
We stood there in silence. The copier whirred away, providing the only noise in the room. Ryan didn’t look at me, that masculine form relaxed yet tense at once.
I smiled to myself. It might be nice to have some fun. As if reading my mind, the man looked up.
“Hey,” he began casually. “What I said earlier, I didn’t mean to say that you didn’t work hard, or that you just got the job because your mom…”
As he was talking, I tiptoed closer to the man until my form was right at his elbow, almost touching.
“What’s going on?” he growled.
“You don’t know?”
And in an instant, we were kissing. He was reluctant at first, still trying to pull away. But once he saw that it wasn’t a ploy or a joke, he got into it. Our hands remained relatively calm, but our mouths and tongues danced together suggestively.
“Are you a Dom or a sub?” I whispered in between kisses.
“Usually a Dom,” he growled, biting gently against my neck. “But I’m flexible. You might say I’m relatively inexperienced.”
“You’re certainly experienced with your mouth,” I mewled, arching my throat to give him better access. “I’m more often a Dom than a sub, myself.”
Suddenly, I pulled away, eyes dancing.
“Do you have problems taking orders?” I asked him.
“No, ma’am.”
“Then come with me.”
Slowly, we made our way to a nearby storage closet across from the copy room. I pushed him in, squeezed in myself, and slammed the door shut.
“We’ll be safe in here,” was my reassuring whisper.
We continued to kiss in the dark, our tongues dancing aggressively. He began to take off my shirt, but I stopped him.
“Did I say you could take off my shirt?”
I yanked his pants down, making sure to give his hard cock an affectionate squeeze. He groaned, deep in that broad chest.
“We have to be really quiet so we don’t alert anyone,” I told him. “But you better fuck me hard.”
“Yes, ma’am,” came that growl.
Squeezing his dick again, this time I pulled my panties to the side, revealing my swollen folds. Quickly, I wrapped my leg around him and pulled his body into mine, keeping him between the wall and me firmly. Oh yeah.
“Don’t move,” was my urgent whisper.
And just like that, I guided that huge rod into my tight, aching hole. A mewl escaped my throat as he plugged me tight, making me squirm again. I fucked his iron dick rapidly, not giving him any chance to react or breathe, riding like a maniac, grinding into him hard so that he hit just the right spot.
Ryan was relatively quiet, but I had to sink my teeth into his burly shoulder just to stifle my screams. And like a whore, pleasure surged through my form then. I came on his dick, pussy pulsing madly, squeezing hard around the iron shaft.
Oh god, it was so good, leaving me almost delirious.
“Do you like that?” I whispered in his ear.
“I fucking love it,” he growled. “More sweetheart.”
Giggling, I pulled him out before bending down and running my tongue up along his tasty shaft. Then, I shoved his fat tip up into my eager cunt once more, prompting him to moan.
I covered his mouth with one hand and used my other hand to unbutton my shirt, pulling out my tits for him to play with, which he did happily. Oh yeah. The man’s fingers corkscrewed off my hard nips, making me squeal as that massive dick plowed into me from below.
As orgasm neared, I could feel him swelling. Oh shit. I wasn’t done yet. I wanted to do to him what he’d done to me. I wanted him to beg me for it. I wanted to drive him crazy, but my body betrayed me again. Like a banshee, a scream erupted from my throat as my pussy clenched and clamped on that hot rod.
“Fuck,” he rasped against my ear, hips still going like a piston. “Fuck, you feel good.”
But incredibly, the man hadn’t come. So once I finished, I climbed back off of him, got on all fours, and stuck my ass out toward him, baiting the alpha.
“You’re not done with me yet,” he growled.
“You’re damn right I’m not,” was my mewl. “You’re going to fuck me hard like you did before. I want to get close to blacking out again. Give me another climax, and I might just make sure you get a raise right away for all your good work.”
He chuckled, and immediately did as told. Ryan grabbed onto my ass and forced his throbbing cock back into my pussy from behind. The penetration alone was enough to make me want to cry out in ecstasy.
This time, it didn’t take long for e
ither of us. I loved the way that he pounded me, making my pussy his. The alpha grabbed onto my breasts, pinching and stroking my hard nips with his nimble fingers. It was nearly impossible to keep quiet during my third orgasm, but somehow, I managed. But this time, before I burst, he exploded inside of me, filling my wet cavern with a warm, thick load.
Oh god yes. This was so hot and illicit, my insides squelching with the man’s hot semen. And even better, it was only Ryan’s first day at the office. What more would happen if we continued this illicit tryst?
Chapter 4
Ryan
It was my second day on the job, and already, my focus and attention were compromised. Because it was all about her. Lexi. My tinder date turned boss. Shit, was I screwed?
And yet I couldn’t get my mind off the closet fuck. We’d fucked so savagely in a tiny, dark space, the girl hitching her skirt over her hips and giving it to me. And she’d had three orgasms. Fuck. This woman was perfect.
It was also a major turn on that we were so public. At the hotel, the room had been ours for the night. Here, the building belonged to many, and anyone could have walked in on us and caught us with our pants down, literally. I wanted to go back in the closet and do more. I wanted to try everything with her, that beautiful pussy mine and mine alone.
Evidently, Lexi was having naughty thoughts as well. At about three p.m. when most people were toiling away, Lexi came up and startled me again like she had the day before.
“You just like scaring the shit out of me, don’t you?” I laughed.
“Sorry,” she purred. “I just needed to say something to you real quick.”
I turned all of my attention on her. “Go ahead.”
She looked around hesitantly.
“We can’t do that again,” she murmured, cheeks flushing. “What happened yesterday. That was careless of me, and stupid.”
I couldn’t help but notice that she seemed turned on just being this close to me. The brunette was twirling her hair rapidly, biting her lip, and the nipples on her perfect tits stood out like diamonds beneath her filmy blouse.
But Lexi was trying to be business-like.
“It was irresponsible of me, especially after what I said to you in my office,” she continued. “I don’t want anyone talking out there.”
I glanced out at the other people in the office. They were all engaged in their work, not even paying attention to us.
“You haven’t heard anything out there, have you?” she asked me nervously.
“No,” I stated. “Lexi, don’t worry—”
“If you hear them talking, you tell me,” she interrupted. “That was so stupid.”
“I think you’re being a little paranoid,” was my drawl. “No one knows what happened. We’re okay. Relax.”
Without another word, she stormed back toward her office.
Aw shit. An angry female is like a bee waiting to sting, and I made an executive decision then. Abandoning my desk, I followed the curvy woman to her office. It was unorthodox and unprofessional, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Slowly, my hand opened the door silently. Lexi whirled around, brown curls flying. She looked like she wanted to say something, but no words came out.
“Meet me at my place after work,” came my low growl. “You have my address on file. Come over and we’ll work it out.
And before she could answer, I shut the door once more, closing it softly. There. Girls always like being told what to do. Because even my beautiful editor likes to be ordered around sometimes, and my subconscious told me that we were going to have an amazing time later in the evening.
***
Several hours had passed since work ended. I was at my apartment, sitting on the couch, eyes darting from my television over to the door. Oh shit. Was Lexi coming? It was past eight already, and she hadn’t shown up yet. Fuck. I was going to bed with blue balls.
But suddenly, a soft knock sounded. Perfect. Opening the door revealed Lexi standing there, still dressed in a business suit, hand poised hesitantly.
“I’m glad you came,” was my low growl.
“I’m not going to be here for very long,” she informed me haughtily.
I nodded casually, stepping aside to let her in. The brunette swept inside and immediately began to talk.
“You seemed to be under the impression that our… relationship, if you will, was under negotiation,” Lexi said. “I realize that I came on strong yesterday, but I told you that we couldn’t be involved. We can’t do this.”
“Can’t do what?” I asked, bemused.
“We can’t keep hooking up!” she said with aggravation. “Look, it was really fun. It was a lot of fun. But things are different. You aren’t just a guy I met on Tinder. You’re someone who—”
But I wasn’t listening because that sexy body was beckoning. As she spoke, I strode up to the female, closing the distance within seconds and pressed that softness against my hard cock. I’d been aroused for hours now.
She gasped.
“You’re an intern,” was her cry. “You’re an intern with an amazing, powerful cock, but we can’t keep doing this. I’m serious.”
“You could have told me this over the phone,” was my low rumble. “You could have emailed. You could’ve stopped me before I left work. But you’re here now. Are you sure you don’t want something to happen? I think you do want it.”
She stood there with her delicious, full lips open, trying to summon the appropriate words. However, nothing came out, and instead, she allowed me to kiss her. I kept her pressed against my cock so that she would feel just how intense my need was. She was reluctant at first, kissing weakly and even fighting back a bit.
But it was hopeless. The girl was hungry, and soon, she got into it. Her hands gripped onto my head as our tongues met again, dueling like loving partners. I knew that I had her right where I wanted her.
Slowly, I reached under her skirt, sliding the lace panties down her ankles. She moaned, appearing to want to stop me or say something. But instead, the brunette allowed me to proceed.
And once I had her panties down to her feet, my hands began to massage and feel her thighs, slowly moving their way up to her glistening, tender pussy. At first, I simply rubbed her clit, playing with that hard nub while making her mewl.
“Ryan,” she gasped, wetness filling my hand. “God, yes.”
Oh yeah, she liked it. But this was only the beginning. I wanted to get her worked up so that we could engage in further activities.
Unfortunately, I miscalculated because I was better at getting her there than I’d thought. After only a few short minutes of massaging her clit and rubbing her thighs, she dug her nails into my head, tugging on my hair. Squealing, the girl let loose with a mighty spasm, and wetness gushed against my palm. Happily, I put those fingers in my mouth, savoring that sweet female flavor.
But Lexi wasn’t done yet.
“Ryan,” she begged, licking her lips. “More, please.”
I led her into my bedroom where toy stash was already set out. Oh yeah, there were dildos galore, as well as butt plugs, cuffs, whips, and blindfolds.
But instead of being afraid, Lexi just looked aroused.
“For me?” she whispered.
I dropped a kiss on her shoulder.
“All for you,” was my growl. “One hundred percent.”
And in a flash, everything changed. The female got all hot, turning on me and making a demand.
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered.
I noticed her eyeing my stock again while I did as she commanded. But this time, the brunette stripped off her clothes as well, revealing that amazing body that I was becoming addicted to like a drug. The girl had giant Double Ds, lush and firm that bounced with every movement. And unbelievably, her pussy was swollen already, gleaming and wet with the clit so hard and big that it poked out from between her folds.
I wanted to bite and tease that nub, but instead, I lay back on the bed, prese
nting my hard dick to her while hoping that she’d ride it again.
Her eyes flashed.
“We’re not going to fuck just yet,” she purred. “We’re going to play a little first.”
“I made you come, now it’s my turn,” was my rasp.
“It’s your turn when I say it’s your turn,” she retorted, winking at me.
Aw shit. This girl was all that and then some.
“I’m not used to being submissive to a woman,” was my harsh pant.
“Try getting used to it,” Lexi purred as she joined me in bed. “It’s fun. You’ll like it.”
And I had to admit that my blood began to boil even hotter then. Because even though I wasn’t used to it, always have an open mind. And with Lexi, anything could happen because she was definitely the boss.
Chapter 5
Lexi
This was going to be fun. The gorgeous male was laid out on the bed, blue eyes burning with heat. But all in its own sweet time.
“First,” I purred. “We’re going to start small and work our way up. We should set limits for ourselves.”
“Okay,” he grunted.
Laughing a bit, I started to kiss all over his body tenderly. Once I got up to his neck, I sank my teeth into him, biting hard enough that he flinched and moaned.
“Was that too hard?” I wondered.
“Naw,” he huffed. “Not at all.”
“Then I’m not doing it right.”
I kissed the spot on his neck where I’d bitten, moving my lips down to his shoulders. I then bit hard again on his right shoulder, pulling at his flesh like a hungry animal. Ryan hissed in pain, but also seemed to be enjoying it.
“You’re rough, aren’t you?” he growled, harsh streaks decorating those cheekbones.
I stood up, looking at the white marks I’d left on him. “Only as rough as you want me to be. You are inexperienced. This’ll be fun.”
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