by Tanya Kelly
Her eyes flashed at him. “Ditto. I don’t share either. You better warn blondie to keep her red talons off you.”
Reilly laughed. “Don’t worry about Sophie. She doesn’t hold a candle next to you.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “Does this mean I can call you my girlfriend?” He smiled and winked.
Lacey wrapped her arms around his neck. “Girlfriend, ball and chain, woman—whatever you want,” she said and laughed. “Now please enough talking and do wicked things to me boyfriend.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He grinned and scooped her up, carrying her to his bedroom. Reilly took his time undressing her and made love to her slowly, making up for his anger the previous evening. It was late before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
* * * *
Lacey found Reilly’s workshop and parked her car. She grabbed the picnic basket from the back seat and took a deep breath. She’d decided to bring Reilly lunch among other surprises. She licked her lips as anticipation coursed through her. It was Wednesday and things had been great between them since their talk on Sunday. She had a boyfriend. Lacey let out a tiny giggle as she looked for the entrance, walking slowly and carefully in her high heels. She still had some stupid fears and uncertainties but she was trying hard to move past them and live in the moment.
It had felt good opening up to Reilly about her past and her mother. Thinking of her mother reminded her she had yet to call her back after two messages.
She found an entrance with a sign that read “Callaghan Custom Furniture.” Lacey opened the door and walked in and then turned and locked it behind her. She didn’t want anyone interrupting what she had planned. Her eyes adjusted to her surroundings. It was a large open space with tools and lumber and various parts of furniture in different stages of completion. To the right, he had a section where pieces were covered in blankets, probably to keep them from gathering dust.
She walked to the left and found Reilly hard at work painting shelves. Classic rock blared from the radio beside him. He looked incredibly sexy in an old faded pair of jeans with paint and sawdust all over them and a tattered old Led Zeppelin T-shirt. He must have sensed someone there because he looked up as she approached and his handsome face broke into a big grin.
He moved over to the radio and turned it down. “Hi, beautiful. This is a nice surprise.” He set his paint brush down and wiped his hands on a rag.
“I thought I’d bring you lunch.” Lacey smiled and lifted the picnic basket. “You got time for a quick break?”
“For you, absolutely.” He came over and gave her a kiss. “Come on, this way.” He took her hand and led her to the back toward a desk with a laptop and paperwork strewn around messily. “Sorry, it’s not much but I got an extra chair here as well.” He pulled up the chair closer and moved some paperwork to make room for the basket.
Lacey put the basket down and opened it up. “I brought sandwiches, fresh fruit, cheese and pudding cups,” she said and pulled out the items. Reilly stood next to her at the desk, checking out all the goodies she brought.
“Looks good, and I’m starving.”
“Me, too, except what I’m hungry for isn’t in the basket,” Lacey said in a husky voice. She turned toward him and pushed him back on the desk until he was perched on the edge. He raised his eyebrows, a confused smile on his face. She took a deep breath to battle her nerves and unzipped her full-length down-filled jacket. Reilly’s eyes widened as she shook the jacket off and tossed it over the chair. Underneath, all she wore was a hot pink bra trimmed with black lace, matching thong and a black garter belt attached to lacy stockings. Stiletto high heels completed the look.
“Sweet Jesus,” he croaked and swallowed. Desire darkened his eyes and he stared at her hungrily, which gave Lacey the confidence to continue with her plan. She’d never done anything so bold but Reilly brought out a side of her she hadn’t known existed. He moved to grab her but she pushed him back on the desk.
“What I’m hungry for is your cock.” Lacey licked her lips suggestively and moved her hands to the top button. She could see his hard length outlined in his jeans and pulled his zipper down over him. She wriggled his pants and boxers down his muscled thighs and legs and his cock sprang forward begging for her touch. She pulled his T-shirt up and he helped her by yanking it off.
Lacey kissed him, pressing her scantily clad body against him. Reilly cupped her buttocks and deepened the kiss, rubbing his erection against her. She broke the kiss and removed his hands from her naked ass and put them back on the desk on each side of him.
“Stay still,” she commanded. She trailed kisses down his neck and across his chest before licking his nipple. Reilly groaned. Moving lower down his abdomen, her long hair teased his cock. Lacey bent her knees and lowered herself, face to face with his rock-hard shaft. Her tongue darted out and she licked the pre-cum beaded on the head. Reilly’s guttural groan was music to her ears. Her own panties were quite moist and she’d been in a state of arousal all morning in anticipation of what she had planned.
She looked up at him, her mouth millimeters from his cock. “I’ve been thinking about sucking you all day.”
Reilly stared at her with hooded eyes and his cock jerked toward her, touching her lips. Lacey smiled before taking him in her mouth, all the way in, and holding him deep. When she’d adjusted to his length, she sucked him, moving back to the tip and swirling her tongue around the head.
Reilly grasped the sides of the desk. “Lacey,” he panted. “You mouth feels so good.”
She murmured in her throat as she continued to suck him and gently squeezed his balls. She took his cock in long, slow deep strokes. She let him go with a pop out of her mouth and wrapped her hand around the base and jerked the length of him, her mouth open and tongue flicking out to lick at the head.
“Fuck, Lacey, that’s hot,” he growled. She could see the strain in his biceps as he gripped the desk. Her hand glided over his cock from her saliva. She moved her head to suck him deep in her mouth again but Reilly grabbed her from beneath her arms and pulled her up.
“I can’t take much more and this outfit screams secretary sex.” He lifted her up on the desk then stepped back to admire her. “If you were my secretary, I’d be too busy fucking you, I’d never get any work done.” Reilly reached across the desk for his wallet and pulled out a condom. “Glad I keep these handy around you.” He winked and pulled the condom over his shaft.
Lacey’s nipples hardened in anticipation. Her clit was swollen and aching. He looked yummy standing naked in front of her with his dark stubble and messy hair. She smiled provocatively and spread her legs apart on the desk.
“If I was your secretary, I would suck you while you worked,” she said and watched his cock jerk at the suggestion.
Pure, carnal hunger filled his eyes. He stepped forward and took her nipple in his mouth, lace and all. Her nipples distended even further and she threw her head back. His other hand crept between her legs and slipped in her thong, stroking her throbbing clit.
“You may have to come work for me,” he murmured against her breast, a damp spot on her bra from his mouth. “You are so wet.”
Lacey nodded, painfully aroused. A couple strokes of his fingers and she was certain she would climax. Reilly must have sensed it as well and he positioned himself between her legs. He pushed her panties to the side and aimed his cock at her entrance. Lacey wrapped her legs around his waist and he thrust deep inside her. She cinched her arms around his neck and pressed her clit against his pelvic bone as he pumped his cock into her.
Just as she thought, she climaxed immediately. She cried out as her orgasm tore through her body and she clung to him for dear life. Crap, she’d set a new record for lasting only seconds but the anticipation had been too much. Reilly captured her lips in a searing kiss as he continued to pound into her. He moved faster and harder, before slowing again.
His face showed visible strain as he fucked her. “I don’t want this to end. I just want
to keep looking at you.” Lacey gripped his shoulders and kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth. She loved making him lose control. She clenched her vaginal muscles, tightening around his cock. Reilly grunted and his whole body went rigid seconds before he climaxed as well.
He let forward a few expletives and they collapsed against one another. Once Reilly caught his breath, he pulled out, still staring at her hungrily. “Don’t move. Let me take care of this and then we are going to continue with my naughty secretary fantasy.”
“Yes, boss,” Lacey replied with a smile.
* * * *
“Open up.” Reilly dipped the strawberry in the pudding and brought it to her mouth. Her beautiful pink lips parted and he popped the berry in her mouth. Lacey’s eyes widened as she felt his cock swell beneath her. Reilly had pulled her into his lap as when he’d returned and they ate sandwiches. But now they were feeding each other grapes and strawberries dipped in the chocolate pudding and watching her eat the succulent fruit, almost naked, was making him quite ready for round two.
He’d never expected Lacey to surprise him here dressed like this. But was he ever thankful she did. And then when she’d wrapped those pretty lips around his cock, he wasn’t sure he’d even last five seconds.
“I can’t eat another bite.” Lacey said and let out a contented sigh. Reilly kissed her and his fingers brushed over her nipple.
“I hope you’re not too full,” he said. Her nipple hardened from his touch. But she chuckled and quickly scooted off his lap before he had the chance to hold her there.
“I have to get back. I left poor Kim working hard so I don’t want to be gone long.”
Reilly stood up and pulled her toward him. “All right. I’ll behave. But I want to show you something before you go.”
He led her back toward the front. “Wait, my coat.” Lacey moved to grab her coat but Reilly held her tight.
“Nope. I want to look at you a while longer.” He did not want the sight before him covered up just yet. His hands itched to travel her body but he forced himself to listen to his brain and not his cock. “If I had my way, you’d never wear any clothes when we’re alone,” he said huskily.
Lacey laughed as he brought her toward a section of his shop. He lifted a sheet off a piece of furniture. “What do you think? This is one of the round tables with built in drawers to display your merchandise.”
“It’s perfect,” she cried, clapping her hands. He had painted the table an ivory cream which would contrast beautifully with the lingerie. The top was organized with equal sized compartments for the bras and underwear with a flat spot in the center for a mannequin. “I love it,” she said, hugging and kissing him enthusiastically.
“I’m glad you like it,” he replied when they finally came up for air. He showed her the other completed pieces and shelving.
“Reilly, they’re all amazing. I can’t wait to see them in the store. It’s going to bring everything together perfectly.”
“I should be done by the end of the week,” he said and she clapped again excitedly. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled from ear to ear. There was no mistaking her delight over the items he’d shown her. He beamed back at her, glad she loved his designs.
“I should let you get back to work. Can’t have anything distracting you from your deadline.”
Reilly laughed and followed her to the back, his eyes on her ass. He had an image of bending her over the table and fucking her hard and fast. His cock hardened painfully against his jeans. Lacey moved to grab her coat but he stopped her.
“I haven’t dismissed you yet, my naughty little secretary.”
He picked her up and put her back on the desk, farther back than before. Papers fell to the floor. Then he lifted her legs so each one was one top of the desk and spread her knees apart until she was completely exposed to him. If she’d been about to protest, the words didn’t come out of her parted lips as he ran his finger over her clit. She bit her lip as their gazes locked.
“You didn’t bring enough dessert.” Reilly leaned in between her legs and felt them tremble before he even touched her. He licked her clit through her wet panties. Lacey moaned and leaned back on her elbows. She watched him through hooded eyes. He pushed her thong aside and parted her folds. His tongue flicked across her sensitive flesh and she rotated her hips. She tasted so good.
“More,” she begged, spreading her legs wider.
Reilly looked at her with barely leashed hunger. Lacey’s nipples were hard pebbles underneath her bra. Excitement coursed through his veins as he looked at her.
He moved lower and licked her slit, his fingers now stroking her clit. He inserted his tongue inside her and she threw her head back and moaned. He continued his torture until she was crying out his name, on the verge of climaxing.
“Come here,” he said and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. Reilly kissed her and nestled his cock between her legs, rubbing against her clit, aching to be inside her. Lacey moaned into this mouth and sucked his tongue. He pressed against her and gently pinched her nipples.
Reilly pulled away and ran his hands up her neck and gripped her hair, giving it a small pull. “Damn, I want to fuck you again but I only had the one condom.” They were both agonizingly aroused as he rubbed his dick against her again. Lacey’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and she reached behind her for her purse and pulled out a string of condoms, laughing.
Reilly laughed and he backed up. “Thank God. Put it on me, love.”
She tore the foil package with her teeth and rolled the condom on his cock before spreading her legs open for him.
He shook his head. “No, I want my naughty secretary over my desk.” He pulled her off the desk, turned her around and leaned her over it. He caressed her cheeks, his cock nestled between them. Reilly parted her ass cheeks and the head of his cock touched her anus. He felt Lacey tense up. Fuck, his dick was hard as steel and he wanted so badly to push it in the tiny puckered hole. But he knew Lacey wasn’t ready yet. He adjusted his cock to her slit and thrust into her with a groan.
Reilly grabbed her hair in one hand and pumped into her, driving his full length in. “Your pussy is so tight.” He tugged her hair gently and she arched her back. He sank into her...balls deep and groaned. Then he pulled his cock almost all the way out so just the head was in before slamming back into her. He continued this until Lacey was squirming, her clit begging to be stroked.
“Play with yourself,” he demanded. Lacey didn’t hesitate as she slipped her hand between her legs. She rubbed the bundle of nerves as he drove into her again. He had both hands on her ass cheeks now as he thrust forward. He trailed one finger down the crack of her ass, stopping at her anus and rubbing tiny circles around it.
Lacey whimpered and arched further and it was all the invitation he needed. Reilly inserted a finger, probing. She cried out his name and clenched her vaginal walls around his cock. Reilly groaned and pushed his finger deeper, moving faster, pumping his cock into her pussy while he fingered her asshole. Lacey was moaning loudly now, furiously rubbing her clit. Waves of pleasure shot through him as he watched his dick sliding in and out of her wet pussy. His balls tingled and he struggled for control. He was beyond aroused as he took over his desk.
“Don’t stop,” she cried pushing against his cock and fingers. “I’m coming.” Reilly inserted a second finger into her as she climaxed. Spasms shook her entire body and she shuddered violently, her pussy clenching around his dick.
Reilly muttered some expletives and groaned. It was building. His body tightened, including his skin. He tried to hold back but it was a losing battle. He was at the point of no return. His balls tightened and his cock jerked. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair and swore again before erupting inside her. He removed his fingers and gripped her waist as he climaxed.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped. “That was amazing. I didn’t think I was ever going to stop coming.”
Lacey laughed and let out a sigh as he pulled out of her. He pla
yfully smacked her ass. “You’re corrupting me woman.” He walked over to the bathroom as Lacey stood up. He removed the condom and cleaned up. When he was done, she slipped in after him with a smile.
Reilly sat on the chair, waiting for his breathing and heartbeat to return to normal. Lacey emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was a mess and her lips were red and swollen from his kisses. Anyone looking at her now would have no doubt what she’d been up to. She looked fucking sexy as hell.
“I need a nap. You’ve exhausted me.”
Lacey laughed and curled up into his lap. “It’s your own fault. I just stopped in to feed you and suck your cock. You exhausted yourself not once, but twice.” She kissed his neck and Reilly tightened his arms around her.
“Every man has a naughty secretary fantasy and you show up at my work, dressed like this. Fuck, I had to take full advantage.”
Lacey smiled and kissed him again before getting up. “I need to get back. I didn’t plan on being here this long.” She put the leftover food and plates back in the picnic basket and then grabbed her coat, shrugging it on.
“Damn shame to cover up,” Reilly said as he stood up and stretched.
She waved her finger at him. “You get back to work, Mister. We have just over a week to my grand opening.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He walked her to car and placed the basket in the back seat. As blew him as kiss as she drove away and Reilly smiled, already missing her and now anxiously waiting for the day to end so he could see her again.
Chapter Eleven
Lacey looked out the window for what felt like the hundredth time. What the hell was keeping them? She tried concentrating on the spreadsheet in front of her but Kim wasn’t helping either as she paced the floor. It was late Saturday afternoon and Reilly had finished everything and would be delivering shortly. They were exactly one week from the grand opening.
