by Ted Evans
“And?”
“Left the bar.”
“Shit, so let me get this straight.” He stood up and I knew that he was mocking me. So I avoided eye contact and just grabbed my jacket and then gestured for him to walk with me. I didn’t want to be in my office when Olivia came in. If she still came in.
“You kissed her. In public. You.” He was pointing his finger, trying to digest the same information that I spent all morning wrestling with.
“Yes.”
“Wow, you know what this means?”
I shook my head, thinking that I had a hard-on only when I heard her name. When I thought about her scent and that fucking sexy smile. An intelligent one that let me know that I didn’t even have to finish my sentence, because she knew exactly what I was thinking.
“You got it bad.”
I shook my head, because he’d completely lost me.
“Got what bad?”
It was one of those slang sentences that I could never comprehend and fucking irritated me. When did we lose the English language to this fucking gibberish?
“Love.”
He had me in stitches as I pressed the elevator button. I never laughed at anything, unless it meant another million in my account. This was fucking hilarious.
“Think about it Ross,” he whispered as he looked at the couple of people that had come to the office early. “You didn’t even take her home with you. Or even ask her. Right?”
I nodded, finding myself speechless and realizing that the one person that could possibly know if this was love was the one that was giving me advice.
As we stepped into the elevator I was happy that others were leaving the elevator and leaving the elevator empty.
“What else could it be?”
“I just know that I fucking never slept Craig, so I need a triple expresso. Anyway, I only met her one day ago. Don’t be silly, how can this be love? Did you go and see the latest Fifty Shades movie? Is that fucking with your head?”
He patted me on the back. I had to dig at him for his wife’s obsession with the book and the movie.
“Don’t try and change the subject.”
“Why, is she highlighting pages for you again?”
“You really are a bastard Ross.”
He had a point.
“She’s highlighting pages, fucking going to Fifty Shades groups…”
“Shit, is that a thing?”
“Yep. A bunch of women bitching about all the things that their man’s not doing for them.”
Now I was the one who was patting him on the back as we headed out of the elevator and down the street. To the one quiet place where we loved to watch the commuters run to their offices like flies to shit, because their bosses would sack them if they were a minute late.
When you run your own company the last thing you do is run. No one makes you do that. That’s the only bonus of being a boss, then I spotted her as I sat facing the window as Craig went to get the coffees. This time her hair wasn’t tied up like yesterday. It was loose and she was wearing a green suit that matched her eyes.
“Now I can see why she’s your hot temptation.”
I agreed. “She doesn’t belong in an office.”
He laughed as he put the coffee in front of me, “She deserves more than your dick!”
He was right; that was all I had to offer her. As usual, once I’d started him on the subject of Fifty Shades he proceeded to bore me with the details of both the book and the movie. I started to wonder as he was rabbiting on: was he sure that his wife was part of the group? Or was he part of it too?
Chapter Ten
Ross
This was a fucking joke. I was following Craig’s instructions to the letter and staying away from Olivia. I couldn’t have her in my office, not alone. I felt like a fucking lovesick teenager. Olivia was at her desk, while I was sitting at my desk. Fuck, I wanted to get up and get her to come in and bend over the fucking table.
But I couldn’t.
I fucking wouldn’t.
Craig said it was just a few more days and this deal would be done and then I could tell Olivia to resume working from home and I wouldn’t ever need to think about her again. As if it was that fucking easy. I even did something that I never did before and fucking started reading Fifty Shades. Shit, I felt as if I was reading my biography. The guy’s a control freak who doesn’t let anyone get close to him. So I told my department that I would take them out for a drink. I wasn’t a fucking freak!
“Mr. Hamilton, are you there?”
I went to the bar at the corner of my office to get a drink. A stiff one. Even when she took dictation, I couldn’t let her see me. So I was just a voice in a fucking room.
“Yes, yes. Sorry I’m just getting a drink!”
“Do you want me to come in the office? We’ve been doing this all week.” She quietened her voice. “Is this about the other night?”
It’s about every time I see you sweetheart. I just want to do things to you that are against every religion.
“No.” I said to my bourbon as I saluted myself and knocked it back.
“What did you say?”
I was about to repeat myself, when she came into my office like some damsel in distress.
“This is silly. We’re both consenting adults and we don’t have to behave like kids. You’ve been dictating from the coffee shop.”
Shit. I realized that she must have seen me the day before. I didn’t want to dictate from the office. The fucking temptation was too strong; she was in some fucking red number. She looked as hot as sin. The only way that I could get any work done was to stay in the coffee shop as far away from her as possible. I was about to deny it when she blurted out.
“I saw you!”
“Oh.”
“And God knows where else. I get it. The first day you were distressed. Your fiancée no longer…”
“Who?” I asked as I headed to the door behind her and shut it so that we could have some privacy.
“Scarlett,” she laughed. “She told me that you’re going to get married. She even wanted ideas on dresses.”
This was a fucking joke. I’d thought that Olivia had said something like that on her first day. But I was too intoxicated by her perfume and her feet and hands. I wanted to get her blog up and compare the pictures on there to the real thing. Why the fuck did she think that Scarlett and I were engaged?
I got messages every day from Scarlett, and always ended up deleting them. When she first left I was getting around twenty messages per day, which has been reduced to five. I hadn’t spoken to the woman. I would have thought that she would have got the hint by that point? Who else had Scarlett told that we were getting married?
“Did she show you the engagement ring?”
“No.”
“Do I look as if I’m engaged?”
“No.”
I was in front of her, and moving her toward the door. The same way that I did when we were in the bar. My questions were quick and her voice was quivering as she replied.
“Have you seen Scarlett in here since she left?”
“No.”
“Do you really think that I’m getting married?”
This time I took each of her hands. The pieces of paper that she was holding fell to the ground as my lips were just about to meet hers and then she closed her eyes and whispered, “No.”
Chapter Eleven
Olivia
I didn’t understand what was happening, but I knew that I wanted it so bad. I was completely out of control when it came to Ross. He had triggered something in me that I’d thought was completely dead. I tried to reach for him but he had both my hands locked in his. Then he let go of one and squeezed my breast. Then my ass and then the curve of my hips. He didn’t kiss me the same way that he did the bar. If anything this was just a promise of what he could do to me.
He was exploring my body and his fingers felt as if they were everywhere at once and my body burned in reaction to his t
ouch.
I don’t know how long we were standing there. I felt as if we were the only ones in the building. Then again I was conflicted. I hadn’t been touched like this in forever, he was my boss and that was enough reason to tell him to stop.
Yet my wetness told me that I didn’t want him to stop. That was when he broke away from me; he was breathing heavily and his voice sounded confused as he said, “Sorry.”
He seemed to have a habit of saying that to me.
“Why not me?”
I found myself begging the man who had a reputation in the office. I’d found out from a couple of the girls, the ones that had stayed away from me the first day until I was brave enough to approach them. He’d had one too many secretaries, they said, because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. I knew that already, I didn’t realize that they were staying away from me, because they didn’t expect me to be back in the office the next day.
Yet with me he had no issue.
“What?”
“I know about your reputation and all your secretaries.”
I felt like a virgin begging a guy to take her. Except that I was an independent woman and he was my boss. Yet I wanted him so badly. There were so many reasons that I shouldn’t want him, but I wanted him so bad.
He was heading to the bar, the one place he seemed to run to whenever he got stressed.
“Am I that repulsive?”
I looked down, thinking that must have been what made him change his mind so quickly.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
He stared at me and that just held me in place. His penetrating gaze made a chill go down my spine as he headed toward me and scooped me up as if I was light as a feather. He carried me to the top of his desk and then threw everything on to the ground, including his Mac. He didn’t say a word.
He had lust written all over his face as he started to undo his belt. His eyes just moved from my breasts and then I lifted up my skirt and the smell of sex overtook the office. He made me feel nervous, powerless, as if I was at his mercy.
“Take it off!” He was a man on a mission and I knew that there was no way that I could argue with him. I had asked for it and the urgency of his command meant that I had to obey.
He let out a sigh as with one swift movement, I lifted up my dress and unclasped my bra. I threw them both on the ground and he blurted out, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
And then, like a panther ready to claim his mate, he pinned his body on top of mine. I couldn’t move as I felt helpless underneath him. He moved me with his legs and pinned my arms above. With his free hand, he ripped my panties and then kissed me all over my neck and my shoulders. Everything was happening so fast; it was made all the more exhilarating by the fact that I was sure that anyone outside the office, knew exactly what was going on behind the closed door.
His lips were so soft, but his movements were of hunger as he started to create a fire inside of me.
“Yes,” I purred as he took one of my nipples in his mouth and started to tease it with his teeth while flicking it with his tongue.
Then he shifted slowly to the other breast, leaving me longing for his tongue once again.
His hardness was trapped in his boxers which were rubbing against my naked body. He ground me as he rolled on top of me with the silent promise to take me.
With the promise to fuck me.
My wetness went into overdrive as it built against his boxers. His hand slipped and freed his cock and then he stopped for a minute. Probably trying to figure out if this was the right thing to do.
I paused as he studied me for a second. I was breathing helplessly, thinking that this must be not only the first time in three years I’d worked in an office, but the first time in three years since I’d had sex.
He practically jumped off me and growled, “Get up!”
I hesitated, thinking once again that he’d changed his mind. That he didn’t want me and he’d been doing nothing but teasing me. Perhaps he was the type of man that wants young girls. The type that I was sure Scarlett was, fresh out of high school with a couple of years’ experience. All blonde and no brains.
But then he had a little smile on his face as he lifted his legs up one at a time, in an expert move he managed to remove his pants. His shirt and shorts were still on, hiding what I knew was manhood beyond my wildest dreams. I moved to sit on the table and then I moved slowly toward him. My hands were shaking at the idea of him coming inside of me. He seemed to enjoy watching me; his erection was fully on display. I bent down and was on my knees as I pulled down his boxers and I admired it. Like everything about Ross, it was perfect. Smooth and flushed; it was the most sexiest thing that I’d ever seen as he slowly started to stroke it with one hand as he lifted his feet, completely removing his boxers.
He let out a low growl as I started to try and wrap my fingers around it. My hands were just a fraction of the size of his cock and as I gently started to stroke it, he started to tremble and all I could think about was putting it in my mouth.
He tossed his shirt on the sofa and grabbed my hand and said, “Not yet.”
He lifted me up and put me on his desk. There were no panties to stop him pleasuring me, so I lifted my feet up to the edge of the desk, ready for him to take me.
He slid a finger in and said, “You’re so fucking wet.”
His fingers were brought against the softness of my folds. The more he rubbed me the more my body trembled. He moved closer to my clit as he dipped low and pushed inside. I started to grind and shift against his fingers. I knew that I was lying naked on his desk with my knees in the air and my legs open wide, but I didn’t care, because I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
There was no pretense. We were both naked in his office, knowing that his door was not locked. That someone could have come in at any time didn’t deter us as his free hand used his cock to replace his fingers as he started to tease the outside of my pussy.
He moved it from side to side as I held on to the table, trying to stop myself from coming at any moment. I’d forgotten what that felt like until now.
“I can’t fucking hold on,” I said as he moved away from me. I was about to tell him that I wanted to come. That I was so fucking close, but then I saw him reach for a condom and then he tore it open and stretched it over his length. Then he moved closer and asked, “Are you sure?”
He’d got to be kidding me. “Ross, if you stop one more time…”
He shut me up with a thrust that set my body on fire. I didn’t just want him to fuck me, I needed him to do it. I gasped as he pushed inside me. I felt like a born-again virgin as my body tried to accommodate his fat cock. He started to rock back and forth and then he swung my legs on top of his shoulders as he held on to my back and enveloped my entire body.
“Shit, your pussy’s tight.” His voice was husky as he rocked back and forth and we were both out of breath as the once-lukewarm office turned into a sex-heated room.
As he continued to ram in and out of me, all I could do was let out a sharp cry. The angle sent intense pleasure through my stomach. He was so fucking deep. I was aware of a power that I never knew existed. I could feel him vibrating through me in every thrust and all I could do was hold on to the desk for balance.
His breathing became sharp and fast and he started to make animal sounds as he went deeper inside me. I felt as if I was coming apart at the seams. There was nothing between us as he filled me up with his cock. I felt as if the world turned to black as I nearly passed out from the orgasms that were building in my body.
I knew it wouldn’t be long until Ross joined me. He was releasing me from the cage that I’d been living in for so long, and I was finally breaking free. I should have told him to slow down; I didn’t want this moment to end. But I couldn’t because I was lost in the moment.
“God, I’m coming!”
I cried out loudly as he pushed me over the edge. Never mind that we were in his office, as a
flash of heat burst out of me. It’d been three long years since a man had been near me, let alone fucked me. Let alone in his office. All the frustration and denial that I’d been imposing on my body were released in the flash of a moment. It seemed to encourage him to join me as he started to rumble in his chest and his body stiffened. He slammed into me harder than ever and then it was over.
We were panting uncontrollably as he released my legs, which were on his shoulders, and he moved away from me.
“Wow,” he said as he moved away from me and started recovering his clothes.
“My legs,” I said as I tried to get off the desk.
I was naked in his office and I was walking like an old woman.
We both looked at each other and started laughing like two little kids. He handed me my dress and said, “Now you know that I wanted you. I wanted you more badly than you ever knew.”
He seemed shy as he confessed his true feelings to me. I felt as if it was confirmation that Ross wanted to be a lot more than just my boss. The problem was that I wanted the same thing too. I just didn’t know exactly how that was going to work, seeing as he had to find a replacement in around five weeks time.
Chapter Twelve
Ross
I think everyone in the fucking office could hear us, because as soon as I came out of there and shouted, “Anyone coming?” everyone started to laugh. Then again, so did Olivia and I as we exchanged glances. Thank goodness my bathroom was in my office. We went in there one at a time to freshen up and now we were out at the bar. Pretending we were colleagues and nothing had happened earlier.
Everything had happened earlier and I had fucking crossed a line. I’d told myself to keep away from her and I should have just done that.
Why do I never listen to my inner voice?
“You can’t keep your eyes off her.”
I turned to see Craig patting me on the back.
“Asking the department out for drinks. Eyeing up the staff. Anyone would think that you were…”
“Don’t fucking say it!”
He came closer to me and said, “Chill. Damn, it’s not so bad. Look at me—I’m smiling.”
