by Luke Steel
“Are you still going to make it to the gym tonight?” I ask the question, but by the relaxed way she’s leaning in the doorway, she doesn’t look like she’s in any hurry to go. And for a change, I’m not anxious to shoo her away. The lights are low in the office this late, and she’s a sexy silhouette in the darkened doorway with only the desk lamp glowing behind her.
When she doesn’t answer, I open the side drawer of my desk and pull out a hidden bottle of scotch. Against my better judgement, I hold the bottle out.
“Join me?”
She doesn’t make any ironic jokes about offering her alcohol after I bit her head off about it tonight. She walks to the bar panel set into the right wall and brings out two tumblers. Instead of retreating back to the other side of the desk, she brings them straight to me. Our eyes meet when she gets close. When she puts one of the tumblers in my hand our fingers touch.
Lucy doesn’t pull away. Seated like this while she stands over me, those mouth-watering tits are only inches from my face. I put the glass on the desk in front of us, but I keep her hand in mine, rubbing the pad of my thumb on the inside of her palm. Her hands are silky soft. We stay like that for almost a minute. It’s a silent question. If she pulls away, I’ll dismiss this moment like it never happened. If she stays…
Lucy always surprises me. She puts the glass on the desk next to the scotch. Then, without a word, she takes my hand back into her own and puts it on the smooth, exposed skin of her waist.
I don’t hesitate. The next second, I’ve taken both her hips in my hands and pulled her forward to my mouth. The first part of her I will ever kiss is her stomach, the inside hollow of one of her hips. When my tongue touches the smooth skin of her midriff, she makes the sexiest little moan in the back of her throat, I just can’t wait to see what other sounds I can draw out of her.
I feel her hands slide up and into my hair, pressing me closer, urging me on. With an impatient tug, I pull her forward and up to straddle me in the chair, and when she’s fully in my arms, we finally kiss. Lips, teeth, tongues. Her mouth is like candy, soft and sweet, moving perfectly with mine. My tongue tangles with hers and then I drag my mouth lower to her neck. The way she surges up and then cuddles closer, I know her neck is sensitive. Definitely something to note later.
Nestled in my lap like this, I can feel how strong her thighs are by the way she clenches around me. My hands wander up from her hips to her breasts and she pulses against me once, twice, as I push her nipples up and over the lip of the stretch crop top. They’re hard as berries and just as sweet on my tongue. I give the left a soft, light bite and Lucy moans again. Something else to keep in mind.
Her hands clench in my hair again and she pulls my head away from her breasts to kiss me, all the while her hips keep surging back and forth, riding and grinding down on my cock. The way she’s heating up, her hips flicking again and again, I can only imagine what’s going on down below.
But I don’t have to imagine anymore. With my tongue in her mouth, I surge up and out of the chair, taking her with me. Her legs instinctively close around my waist as I rise up, but when I turn, I gently place her onto the desk. I have the high ground now, and Lucy is tearing at my shirt and belt. When her hot palm grazes and then cups my cock, I surge against her palm, helpless in that second.
Lucy smiles up at me when she feels my shaft in her palm. I’m not an egomaniac, but I know I have a larger than average cock. From the way her eyes widen and her lips fall open, I can tell Lucy has just figured that out, too.
What I realize I don’t have, though, is a condom. I don’t usually fuck at work—it’s not my style. Not until tonight, apparently. I brush Lucy’s hair out of her face. When she nuzzles my palm and then nips at my thumb, I run the pad over her lower lip, briefly considering. She flicks the tip of her tongue out and I’m aching to slip my cock between these lips.
It’s the knowing, sly smile as she looks up at me through her lashes while she undoes my belt that makes me change my plans. It’s a naughty, “I win” look of challenge, and something inside me roars to life.
Oh no. Looks like Miss Lucy Warner needs to remember who‘s the boss in this office.
I pull my belt away from her prying fingers and take both her hands in mine, pressing them briefly behind her back.
“Miss Warner, I believe we talked about this.”
“About what?” Lucy asks as she leans forward, straining to keep kissing me, but I lean back out of reach. When she settles back, I nuzzle into her neck again, trailing my tongue back down. When Lucy can’t reach me, she undulates and tries to press her body closer. I don’t let her move.
“Professionalism,” I say, licking further down her stomach until I hear her breath catch. “Doing what you’re told.” She stops straining, and I look up at her from between her legs and press my mouth to the soft notch between her thighs, emphasizing the point. Her head drops back, her mouth open.
“Lean back. More.” She seems unsure, until I nudge her to lean back on her bent elbows. As she lies back, I run my hands down her body and catch my fingers on the waistband of her lycra pants. With one long smooth peel, the leggings come off and her legs and pussy are bared to me on the desk. She tries to sit up a final time, and reach for me, but I gently press her back. When she obeys, I run a hand up the back of her legs and then to the inside of her thighs.
I settle down between two smooth, creamy soft thighs and just below my mouth, Lucy’s glistening sex is spread and waiting. She’s completely bare, the lips of her pussy lush and full. I let go of her wrists so I can take her ass in both of my hands and pull her closer to the edge of the desk.
Her eyes are wide and staring at me now, on edge. I’m tempted to drop my mouth to her quivering pink slit, but I don’t. Not yet, anyway. Instead, when she’s finally still, I pull both her legs up onto my shoulders and make her watch me push two fingers deep into her tight, wet pussy.
Lucy arches up and back as my fingers sink into her. The sounds she makes are so fucking hot they nearly send me over the edge. Sweet Christ, she’s dripping wet, and I’ve never felt anything like the heat coming off of her. I don’t think she even knows when her hips start to flick back and forth against my hand. With my other hand I steady her body on the desk and press a kiss to the inside of her calf while I watch the pleasure on her face, all the while working my fingers inside her.
But it’s not enough for her. For either of us. Only a moment later, Lucy open hers eyes and looks up at me.
“Dominic,” she says my name, and her voice cracks the littlest bit.
“Something you need, Miss Warner?” I twist my fingers and her head falls back again, her hips grinding faster. Then she tries to pull at my arm to bring me back down to her. When that doesn’t work, she drops her legs from my shoulders and sits up. I finally pull my fingers out and she watches me lick them clean. She tastes amazing and that’s all I need to know for what comes next.
She won’t lie back again, too eager to pull and try to tempt me to give into her, so I drop down into my desk chair while she stays perched on top. Perfectly positioned between her legs, I pull her hips forward to meet my mouth and she half shrieks, half moans when my tongue first slides through the slippery folds. I nuzzle the lips apart with my mouth and then lap at the slit, dragging my tongue from the bottom to the top before I center on her tight, sensitive bud. The instant my tongue touches her clit her hips buck up again. No shyness or hesitation, Lucy’s silky soft thighs immediately press closed on either side of my head. I feel her hands grip my hair again, pulling me into her as though she’s waited for days. I pull her tight against my mouth, sealing my lips around her clit, then flick with my tongue until she’s nearly screaming. She’s so responsive to everything I do to her, learning what she likes is easy as breathing. I’m greedy for more of the taste of her pussy in my mouth and I dip lower once or twice to thrust my tongue deep. But when she starts bucking against my mouth, I move back up to her clit. She’s so wet and ready, still p
ulling my hair, begging for more. I keep her at the edge for another minute, two, then plunge my fingers back into her just as she goes right over the edge on my tongue.
Even if she didn’t cry out, I can feel the pulses wrack through her and I don’t stop. Her hands still urge my mouth against her, so there’s no reason to stop until she’s limp. I press one last kiss to her clit, and the inside of her thigh until, unable to stay sitting up, she falls back to her elbows. I can see up the long line of her body, her nipples hard as diamonds, her breath ragged.
I stand and yank her up to me, kissing her deep. She’s soft and open, giving in to every demand of my mouth and tongue, ramping up again. My body is screaming to take her like this, rip my pants open and just free my cock to fuck her until we smash through the desk to the goddamned floor.
We both freeze at the sound of a key card beeping in the outer hallway.
“Who the hell?”
“The cleaning crew!” Like a shot, Lucy’s popped off the desk and diving for the floor, frantic for her clothes.
“It’s ok,” I say, handing the pieces to her. “I’ll stop them at the door.”
She doesn’t hear me, focused only on spearing her legs into the leggings.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god…” Lucy wrestles with the leggings and slips them on. I straighten my hair and shirt, then walk to the door and peek my head through.
A stout older woman, singing to herself, is unraveling a vacuum cleaner cord in Lucy’s office. I debate whether I should call out to her or not, but then I notice that she’s wearing a set of large headphones, singing along to whatever music she’s listening to, oblivious. When she switches the vacuum on, I duck back into my office just in time to see Lucy duck out the private side door that leads out of my office to the hall. My escape hatch, I sometimes call it. Fitting tonight.
4
Lucy
I can’t believe how hot it was.
And I can’t believe I let it happen. Weeks of Dominic acting like the definition of a horrible boss, and then the man gives me one of the most incredible orgasms of my life. Even thinking about it, my body flashes to his office and the feel of his mouth on me again. The body memory is so intense, I have to cross my legs.
Though my chest is also still burning from the, ah, decidedly unsexy exit I had to make when the cleaning crew came in. Thankfully, Dominic was still dressed and could close the inner door, while I yanked on my clothes and slid out the side door of his office. It was even funny in the moment, and saved us both an awkward goodnight.
But, oh god, what am I supposed to do next week?
“Earth to Lucy.”
I don’t even hear my friend, Jeanine, speak until she starts waving a cocktail napkin in my face.
“Ack, sorry. What were you saying?”
She rolls her eyes at me—this is the second time she’s had to work to get my attention tonight.
We’re perched at the end of a restaurant bar. I’ve already forgotten the name, but it’s the kind of upscale and trendy scene that Jeanie loves. She’s a publicist and always has an ear to the ground for the latest, hot place. It’s a large space and tonight there’s a bit of a crowd, but it’s still quiet and intimate enough to chat. I was grateful she suggested a low-key drink instead of clubbing on a Saturday night, especially after the week I had. But I can barely follow the conversation.
“No, really, Jeanie, I do feel bad. I’m just all over the place right now.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” She sighs dramatically, then motions to the bartender for another martini. “This is only the first chance we’ve had for a drink since you started that job.” When the bartender gets closer, she orders and sticks her thumb out at me. “She’s buying.”
Dutifully, I smile at the bartender. “Put her on my tab, please.”
“How do you do that?” Jeanie asks.
“Do what?”
She rolls her eyes again. “Guys everywhere love you. The bartender just smiled at you like he wants to eat you. You don’t even notice.”
It’s true I didn’t notice, though not only because I’m distracted tonight. I’m not much of a flirt. Jeanie, on the other hand, always notices men. And they notice her: she’s a tall curly redhead with a cross-fit body—very much a standout in the crowd. She never finds herself lonely for long.
The bartender brings the second round, and Jeanie pointedly smiles and checks out his butt as he turns to leave. He’s got the young, handsome actor-slash-waiter-in-the-big-city look about him, but I am not paying attention to eye candy—or anything else—tonight. I’m way too worked up over what happened last night and not doing a very good job hiding it.
Jeanie settles in with her glass, and then looks at me. “OK, spill. What the heck is up with you tonight?”
“I’m just… getting used to things. This job is—“
“What did your asshole boss do now?”
“Don’t call him that! He’s not an asshole. He’s very demanding, but he’s not that bad.”
She coughs. “Excuse me? ‘Not that bad’? We’ve spent hours on the phone with you venting just how much of a hard case this guy has been.”
“I never called him an asshole.”
“You most definitely did call him an asshole.”
“Oh.” I wave that off. “I’ve spent a little more time with him.”
When Jeanie gets a little spark in her eye and takes a coy sip, I realize this was most definitely the wrong thing to say. I love Jeanie, and we are such good friends precisely because she’s keenly intelligent. And because we know each other very, very well.
“Well now,” she says, with a mischievous little smile. “Quite the change of heart. Has he stopped pouting about losing the ‘famous Mrs. Talbot’?” She’s draws out the words in a little singsong tone
“From what I hear around the office, he can be very nice,” I offer lamely. This is actually true. A few people have taken pity on me the last few weeks and tried to reassure me that Dominic is not the asshole he appears to be. I didn’t have much of a reason to believe them until now.
Jeanie’s having none of it. With a knowing look, she squares off and leans in. “OK, you got that out of your system. Now what happened?”
I can feel the blood rush to my face. I look around the bar and calculate the distance from my stool to the door. Tonight, it’s packed with people, due to some rumor that a famous actress, Shawna Davis, is in town. Everyone is here to see and be seen. My chances of escape are slim.
I try a different tack and shrug my shoulders. “I was working late and he complimented my work.” I take a sip from my own drink and smile inside at the memory.
“Ha. That’s it?”
“Mmmhm.” Another sip.
Jeanie just smiles and sits back, waiting out my cosmopolitan. At this rate, I’m going to be out of booze and out of excuses in about two seconds.
Who am I kidding? I’m dying to tell someone, and Jeanie is the only person I have to talk to, certainly girl talk like this. Not exactly the kind of story I would tell my mother. And certainly not my nosy-yet-well-meaning Aunt Cece. She was so thrilled when I agreed to take the new job, disappointing her would crush us both.
I wince, sip and motion for the handsome bartender, pointing at my own glass this time. He winks at me. When he turns to make my drink, I nod to Jeanie.
“Yes. Something happened.”
“I knew it!” She snaps her fingers and leans in. “What?”
The words suddenly rush out. “I was working late. I know, par for the course, but then he came in and I wasn’t expecting him. I was wrapping up and then going to hit the gym after, but I was out of my work clothes and in a sports bra and lycra and he…” I trail off and bite my lip. “But then, I don’t know, there was this moment and he was nice to me. I think he was tired, he’s never nice to me. But he seemed kind of open and sweet for the first time, and… So.”
I stop, censoring a little of what happened next. TMI for the bar. Jeanie just smiles as
I ramble.
I bite my lips, then close my eyes and blurt out. “And then we were behind the desk for some reason and—“
“Behind the desk! Hot. What about on it?” Her eyes are big and laughing as I flounder.
“No. Well, kind of.” I can’t help it. I start giggling like a high schooler.
“I can’t believe you,” she tuts in mock disapproval. “One compliment after weeks of hell and you just give it up to your boss like that.”
I still laugh but the knot in my chest that’s part exhilaration, majority worry, kicks back in. She’s right. What have I done? I was attracted to the guy the second I met him, but there was this buffer between us—namely that he was always a total jerk—to keep all naughty thoughts in check. Well, almost all. He certainly seemed to loathe me, just short of firing me. But now?
As if sensing my thoughts, Jeanie nudges my hand. “Listen, honey, I know exactly why. I googled the guy, I know he’s hot.”
And then some, I think to myself. Hot, handsome, devastating… all words for a guy like Dominic. Tall, broad-chested. Grey-blue eyes over a strong, notched chin. I remember how his hair curled under my fingers as I pressed his head and mouth to me.
Keeping that thought to myself, I blow out a breath, a little relieved to be able to share. Jeanie leans in for a few more details, but then there’s a small commotion around us.
Nothing so gauche as an announcement, but the room changes and everyone’s attention shifts to the front of the restaurant. The platinum blonde actress and her entourage have arrived, the crowd parts like the Red Sea as they walk in to the back of the room where a roped off VIP dais is waiting. Everyone in the room is trying just a little too hard not to gape and watch. Except for Jeanie, who might as well have little antenna sticking up out of her head as she scans. This time she’s the one ignoring me as she cranes to look for the movers and shakers in the room, watching to see who’s in Davis’s inner circle. Life of a publicist, I suppose.
