Occupational Hazard: The Ultimate Workplace Romance Box Set

by Eve Langlais

  “That would mean me letting go of you. Don’t think I can, Miss Wood.”

  “Do I require punishment again?”

  “Have you been bad?”

  “On the contrary.” Raelie turned inside his arms and lifted her face. Her blue eyes flashed with humor. “I’ve been the model secretary today. I think I’ve earned a reward.”

  Bryce gave her a mock scowl while he held her loosely inside his embrace. “You played a clever trick, turning away from my friends. I meant it as punishment for dirtying my chair last night.”

  Her eyes widened and her lips parted. “You saw that?”

  “Every stroke,” he drawled.

  “But, sir,” she said, arching a blonde brow, “I was saving my pussy for you.”

  “Next time, follow my instructions to the letter.” Bryce pulled her closer. “If you’d earned it, what sort of reward did you have in mind?”

  “You’ve never kissed me,” she whispered, her expression almost shy. “A girl takes kisses seriously.”

  Bryce blinked, and his glance dropped to her full lips. “I should remedy my oversight, but beware, a man tends to think of kisses as foreplay.”

  Her tongue swept the bottom lip in an arc, leaving it glistening. “Sir, sometimes kisses are more erotic than fucking.”

  Bryce’s entire body hardened like a post. “You should never say that word to a man unless you’re prepared for the consequences.”

  “Oh, I’m prepared.” Her wet mouth curved. “Your friend James told me to tell you it’s full steam ahead.”

  His hands lowered to cup her ass under the smooth fabric. His fingers dug in. “Did he now?”

  “In those exact words,” she said, moving so close her belly hugged his erection. “Said he hoped to see more of me. I left his office blushing because he’s been places you haven’t.”

  Bryce lowered his head and pressed a hard kiss against her mouth. When he broke the kiss, he hovered just above her, loving the way her ragged pants gusted against his face. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and bit it. “Did he kiss this mouth, Miss Wood?”

  “No, sir.”

  His fingers crushed her closer, and he ground against her. “Did he put his dick inside you?”

  She blinked and lifted her gaze.

  With rosy color infusing her skin and her mouth already blurring, she’d never looked sexier. He centered his hard ridge between her legs.

  She snuggled closer and wrinkled her nose. “Of course not. He told me he wouldn’t cross that line without your permission. And I’m saving that for you. Only you.”

  Bryce swallowed hard. When his mouth met hers for the second time, he felt his chest tighten as all his senses came alive.

  Her lips were silky, soft and suctioning against his. Her breath was minty sweet. Her lush breasts mashed against his chest, and he wished they were naked because he had yet to cup her fullness or feel her nipples scrape his tongue.

  Bryce slid his fingers through her soft hair and tilted back her face to deepen the kiss.

  She moaned and her tongue touched his, retreated, then pushed inside his mouth, sweeping deep. Her hands glided up and around his neck. Her fingernails scraped his scalp.

  Bryce pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, dragging in deep breaths.

  Her eyelids fluttered open. They stared, their faces so close their features were blurred. Their breaths intermingled; their heartbeats matched rhythms.

  Bryce lifted his head. “Do you have plans tonight?” he growled.

  Trembling inside his arms, she sucked in a ragged breath but managed a smile. “My calendar’s completely free, sir.”

  Bryce glided his mouth across her cheek and halted beside her ear. “Then tonight, Miss Wood, I’m going to fuck you.”

  Chapter Six

  Dark, solemn eyes studied her expression.

  Raelie clutched his shoulders, afraid her legs would melt away from under her. She cleared her throat. “Do we have to wait until tonight?”

  His masculine snort and easy, sexy half-smile had her smiling softly in return.

  “Guess you better lock that door after all.”

  Raelie walked to the door, her legs and belly trembling. Clothing rustled behind her. She locked the door then turned and leaned back against the wood. His tie and jacket were gone. His collar lay open at his tanned throat.

  With a slow move, she opened the button of her own jacket and shrugged out of it.

  “I want everything folded and laid on my desk.”

  He spoke in that level tone she knew meant business while he unbuttoned his shirt.

  “You’re making me crazy. Do you know that?” she said, pouting her lower lip. And it was the truth. She wanted to tear away her clothes and leave them scattered on the floor in her haste to be naked. She wished he was half as tormented as she was. Didn’t he know she’d been wet and her clit distended and throbbing all day long?

  “I’d like to take time to savor the sight of you, Miss Wood.”

  Well, she guessed that was all right. She lowered her lashes and trailed slowly to his desk. She folded the jacket then was just as meticulous removing the rest of her clothing.

  By the time she’d finished, Bryce wasn’t nearly as self-contained as he might have wished. His cock poked against the placket of his trousers, thick and insistent.

  Her lips twitched, but when her glance raised, his small, crafty half-smile sent heat curling tightly around her womb. “What do you want from me, sir,” she whispered.

  His jaw tightened, and he closed the distance between them. He surprised her, bending to sweep her into his arms.

  She clutched his shoulders, her gaze never leaving his face as he strode to the soft, leather sofa and sat with her stretched across his lap.

  Raelie wished she was more patient, that she could wait for his command, but he’d pleased her so much by carrying her. Such a romantic gesture, and one that proved the strength in his virile body. Could he get any sexier? She leaned in to kiss his mouth, pressing softly against his lips, but his didn’t respond.

  She pulled away, disappointed, but bit back a complaint. She’d already proven herself unruly and disobedient. Long moments stretched, and she breathed deeply to still the quivers that trembled through her torso.

  His eyes narrowed, his already sharpened glance shrinking to a slit. “I watched you take Morgan in your mouth.”

  The way he said it, his voice tight and rasping, had her squeezing her thighs together to suppress the urge to wriggle on his lap and grind down on the cock, thickening and prodding against her bottom.

  Raelie didn’t wait for another hint. She climbed off his lap and knelt between his spread thighs without touching him. “With your permission…?”

  Bryce leaned back, stretching his arms across the back of the sofa and let her pull away his belt then pluck at his trousers. With shaking fingers, she unbuttoned him and dragged down the zipper, laying open the sides. Her fingers traced the hard length of him through the silk of his boxers, and then she bent to lick the hard ridge through the fabric. “Someday, I want to blow you in your office, kneeling under your desk while you talk to the crew.”

  He placed a hand on top of her head and combed his fingers idly through her hair. “Can you be that quiet?”

  “I don’t know,” she said, giving him a small grin and pulling down the waist of his boxers to bare the tip of his cock. “Isn’t the real question…can you?”

  He lifted his butt from the couch so she could slide his pants and underwear down. She stopped to remove his shoes and socks and stripped him raw from the waist down, leaving just his dress shirt.

  Her hands sought his thighs, and she rubbed them, feeling the crispness of his hairs between her spread fingers and the thick muscle wrapping the long bones of his thighs against her palms. She stared at his cock, watching it expand and tap in time with his heartbeat against his abdomen, admiring the ruddy brown shaft with a deep flange surrounding a purple cap. Her mout
h watered and her blood heated. However, because he expected her to fall upon it, instead she pulled the sides of his shirt apart to bare his belly and leaned forward to kiss him there, stroking him with her tongue as she acquainted herself with every swell and hollow of his muscled physique.

  “Enough,” he bit out, ringing his cock at the base and holding it out. “I want your mouth on this. I want you sucking me like you did Morgan. I don’t want you to hold back a thing—not a moan or a shiver. I want it all.”

  Obedient for now, she sank over him, taking him deep into her mouth—hungrily, desperately sucking him—her tongue lashing the sides of his stalk, following the tracings of veins, lapping up his flavors. She tasted soap and salt. Drew air through her nostrils and smelled his unique spicy musk, loving it instantly. She gobbled at his cap and swirled her open mouth over it, rubbing the soft skin with her lips and drowning in sensation.

  Her body was hot; her breasts hard. Every breath was labored, ragged, her excitement tightening her chest and making it hard to breathe.

  Bryce pushed her off his cock and slid from the sofa, rising over her. He pushed her to her back and stretched atop her, covering her from shoulder to toe. His hands cupped the sides of her face as he bent toward her. “How embarrassing. I don’t think I can wait.”

  “You don’t have to,” she whispered, undulating beneath him, “…please.” Not knowing what she should be asking, because stimuli were bombarding her, too many to sort through. She was one big ache, every inch of her skin dying for his touch. Her core cramped and her belly curved to caress the hard length jutting against her.

  His mouth suctioned her cheek, her jaw. His tongue licked her lips then stroked inside. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers. “I would please you, Raelie, give you whatever you want most—this time. Tell me what that is.”

  Raelie’s hands smoothed beneath his shirt to glide up his back. Her knees rose to cup his hips. “Sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “Can’t think. I just ache, Mr. Caldwell.”

  He smiled. “You still call me that when you’re naked and I’m nearly the same.”

  She licked her lips and met his steady gaze. “We’re in your office.”

  His smile widened. “And when I bring you home?”

  “Will you, really?” she asked, hating the needy wonder in her voice.

  “Soon, yes,” he said, rubbing her bottom lip. “What will you call me?”

  “Whatever you demand.”

  A gust of laughter shook his chest against hers, and she grinned, warming now that he was relenting. He’d fuck her now. The urgency knotting his belly told her so. Her breaths deepened, her eyelids fell.

  With a push, he braced himself on his hands. “If I were stronger, I’d withhold this.”

  “To punish me, I know,” she gasped, cradling his hips between her thighs. “Do it tomorrow.”

  “I have plans for you tomorrow,” he said, his cock sliding over her mons.

  “Will I like them?”

  “We’ll see.” Braced on his hands, he nudged her until he found her entrance then groaned as he flexed his hips and drove inside her. “Jesus. Fuck.”

  She raised her legs to wrap around his waist. “Are you going to throw another test at me tomorrow?”

  His strokes were slow, measured. He lifted his belly to look down to where their bodies joined. “I’m not going to say,” he said, glancing up to catch her staring there too. “You have to learn to trust me—and to obey. When you began your seduction, did you know I would want that?”

  “Yes,” she said, sliding a hand between them to ring his cock and feel its girth slide through her fingers into her pussy. “You’re so controlled. So commanding. I hoped you’d be the same with a woman.”

  His strokes began gently, tunneling past molten tissue, too slowly to suit her. She let go of his cock and dug her fingernails into his firm ass.

  “You’re pretty demanding yourself,” he murmured.

  “I’ll let you spank me for it, tomorrow.”

  He continued driving deep, sweat breaking on his upper lip as he kept the motion of his hips at a steady, even pace. He pushed in and out of her, and her inner walls heated with the friction, melting. Fine ripples grew into hungry, clasping convulsions as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.

  He came down on top of her, his supporting elbows keeping his chest from crushing her into the carpet. She liked how heavy he was everywhere else. No skinny boys for her.

  His hips circled, grinding the base of his cock into her clit, and her eyes widened at the delicious scrape. The bud had swollen past its hood, making it vulnerable to every crisp rub. She drew air between her clenched teeth, making a hissing sound and tightening under him.

  “Too much?”

  “On the edge,” she blurted. “There…almost.”

  “How are you feeling?”

  “A little desperate…dying. Please, sir...”

  He settled on top of her and inserted his hands beneath her ass, cupping her to raise her, changing the angle of his penetration.

  “Ahhh,” she said, her face falling to the side. His cock stroked over just the right spot inside her, provoking rippling spasms that rolled over his shaft. “Bryce, oh Bryce…”

  “Come for me, sweetheart. Now.”

  Then he plunged hard, his hips pistoning against her, pounding his cock inside her so fast she couldn’t meet his thrusts. She lay there, head thrashing, eyes squeezed shut, and then she shattered.

  She shouted, and her back arched, shoving her chest at him, her nipples scraping cotton. Her legs cinched tighter around him; her arms couldn’t let him go. Hot waves of passion rolled over her, radiating from her womb and spilling outward, shuddering through her until the moment passed and the waves slowly receded.

  When she opened her eyes, Bryce was leaning on an elbow, his steady gaze studying her again.

  Raelie smiled. “Did I make funny faces?”

  “You were beautiful.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Even when I turned beet red?”

  “My favorite color,” he said with a quick smile. “Come home with me.”

  Her heart quickened. “Aren’t you moving a little fast?”

  “Why are you complaining?”

  “Did I say I didn’t like the suggestion?”

  A dark brow arched. “You think that was a suggestion?”

  Breath hitched in her throat, and her eyes widened. “Oh.”

  “But you’re right.” He let out a slow breath. “I should give you a chance to pack a few things.”

  Pleased he wanted her company, she fought hard not to reveal how happy she was. “Just how long are you asking me to stay?”

  He grunted and a frown settled between his eyebrows.

  Raelie grimaced, trying to make light of the moment to let him off the hook. “Had a minute to think about it, didn’t you?” she teased. “And now you wished your dick hadn’t been in a happy place when you opened your mouth.”

  His eyes narrowed. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. And I don’t know why I ever thought you were an innocent little thing.”

  She pressed her lips together, not trying very hard to hide a smile. “Disappointed?”

  “Relieved, actually. I won’t have to worry so much about scaring the hell out of you.”

  Chapter Seven

  Bryce lay on his side in the bed, a hand smoothing over Raelie’s soft tummy. They’d only been inside his home for ten minutes, but he already had her naked and tied to the posts. He’d have had her there quicker, but his damn hands shook with excitement, making him clumsy.

  She hadn’t noticed or was too polite to mention it. Only he didn’t think polite was something she really cared about. The woman liked being handled.

  He’d set her in the middle of the bed, arranging her legs to his satisfaction, the height of her hips on the pillow just so. All the while, he’d given her only clinical caresses to move her but still her body flushed rose, her pale
pink nipples tightening into sharp little points that lifted the rings piercing them until they stood up and made his mouth water to taste them.

  Not yet, though. He needed to think about how he wanted to begin this experience with her. The quick fuck on the office floor had only been a desperate coupling to take the edge off both their arousals. This time, he needed to be deliberate. Set expectations.

  Her blue gaze studied him from beneath the thick fringe of her pale lashes, but she didn’t say a thing, hadn’t moved since he’d placed her.

  He’d have to take her to her place tonight to let her pack and feed her plants. Already, he knew he’d miss having her here, warming his sheets, her perfume and her heady, feminine musk imprinted on the bedcovers.

  His hand smoothed down her belly and over her pale ruff. A forefinger rubbed the top of her folds and found the knot, his little treasure now. “You’re not to touch yourself there anymore.”

  “What?”

  “The vibrator in your purse. You’ll leave it in my bathroom.”

  “Do you have a camera in the ladies restroom?” she said, her eyes widening.

  The ladies…? He stared for a moment then felt his lips twitch. “No, but now I know what you do when you take a break. I glanced inside your purse, sweetheart.”

  Her cheeks flushed.

  “That’s not happening anymore. Your orgasms are mine. You don’t touch yourself unless I command it.”

  Her breaths shortened. A sure sign she didn’t mind his strictures. He tweaked a nipple then tugged it, just below the ring, pulling it hard then letting it go.

  Her gaze remained on his face, her mouth opening to pull more air into her lungs as he tortured the tips of her breasts, plucking at the golden rings and squeezing the whole areola. Her back arched, pushing a rounded breast into his hand.

  “I’ll buy you chains to string between your breasts. When I fuck you, I’ll bite on the chain and every thrust will pull at your nipples. Would you like that?”

  Eyes wide, she nodded quickly.

  He gave her a pointed look.

  “Yes, sir, Mr. Caldwell, sir.”