One Night Boyfriend (Be My Boyfriend Book 3)

by Victoria Snow

  Andy frowned. “I’d prefer if Zach kept his pants on, thanks very much.”

  I burst out laughing. Andy looked at me and his frown faded into a smile. I wanted to kiss him, wanted to launch myself at his body and wrap my arms around his neck, but it was the middle of the day and we were in the break room.

  Instead, I settled for a sexy smile.

  “See,” I said as I got to my feet. “Everything’s going to be fine. We just have to keep it in perspective.”

  I just hoped that I was right.

  15

  Andy – Tuesday, one week later

  I felt like I’d been sitting at my desk for hours. I was staring at the computer screen like an idiot who hadn’t ever seen a real piece of technology before, and my head was killing me. I groaned as I closed my eyes and rubbed them with both hands balled into fists.

  “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. I uttered a silent, quick prayer to the heavens that when I opened my eyes, everything would look perfect. Taking a deep breath, I screwed my eyes tightly closed and then opened them. My computer screen was blindingly white and it took my vision a minute to adjust. The lights in my office – in the entire building, really – had gone off hours ago, and a searing pain flashed across my forehead as I narrowed my gaze.

  The screen still looked exactly the same. Bland, boring, completely lacking in style. I’d been working on the presentation for the Vegas conference for days now, and I was fucking stumped. I had no idea what I could do to make it look better – every Idea I came up with just made it look even plainer than before. It reminded me of back in elementary school, when I’d run for class president. I’d stayed up all night carefully tracing my name on big white cardboard posters. Every letter was perfectly spaced and even, and I’d even penciled in thin lines under the letters so my writing wouldn’t start to slope to the side. I’d decorated the corners of each poster with metallic star stickers, and I’d been really proud of my efforts.

  The next day, a girl named Shonassey had put up posters decorated with elephants and bows that said: “Don’t forget to vote for Shonassey!”

  She’d won by a landslide, of course.

  That little defeat didn’t bother me anymore – I was an adult, after all – but it seemed like no matter how proficient I was at my actual job, I had no flair whatsoever. There I was: plain, boring, steadfast Andy.

  I rolled my eyes and groaned. Switching off my computer, I got to my feet and stretched. I had to lie down and get some sleep if I was going to function tomorrow. Looking at the clock, I groaned. It had already been ‘tomorrow’ for thirty minutes. I had no idea how I’d spent so much time doing absolutely nothing, but there was no use even going home. I locked my office door, kicked off my shoes, and curled up on the couch. My brain was achingly tired and my whole body hurt from stress, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how I was going to make my presentation better. Sure, I had covered all the key points. But it looked so bland to me. I didn’t just want to get the point across: I wanted to capture people’s attention, and keep it.

  If only Zach and I didn’t hate each other so much, I could have asked him for a little help with the layout. It killed me to admit it, but the bastard really did have a creative eye.

  There was no way in hell that I was doing that, though.

  Finally, just as the first rays of dawn were streaming in through the windows, I fell into a thin sleep.

  Hours later, I woke up. My throat was sore and my head was foggy – I almost felt like I had a hangover. My limbs were stiff and they ached from spending a few hours on my office couch. As much as I wanted to get back to sleep, I knew that was a fantasy. The lights were on in the rest of the building and the office was slowly coming to life. I got to my feet and stretched, then shucked off my shirt and took a clean, pressed button-down from the desk and pulled it on. I slipped out of my office and went to the bathroom where I slicked down my hair and brushed my teeth in the sink. By the time my face was washed, I almost felt like a normal human being again. After a quick trip to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, I went back to my office.

  Standing outside the door, an idea hit me and I froze. I stood there, watching Sasha in her cubicle, laughing as she talked on the phone and wrapped the cord around her plump, pale arm. She looked so fucking stunning today in a loose blouse that did nothing to conceal her ripe tits and a tight skirt that made her ass look phenomenal.

  Sasha – that was it! She had great ideas, and she always looked amazing.

  “Sasha,” I said, clearing my throat and walking over to her desk. “Got a minute?”

  Sasha grinned at me before saying a quick goodbye into the phone and hanging it up. “For you boss, I’ve got five,” she teased. “Sorry, I hope I wasn’t being too loud on the phone. Billie wanted to make sure that I had access to the new software.”

  “It’s not about that,” I told her. “But I’d like your help with this presentation. You’ve got a good eye. Mind coming in and telling me what you think?”

  Sasha smiled again. Her lips were painted red, all shiny and luscious, and I desperately wanted to kiss her.

  “Of course,” she said. “I’ll be right in.”

  Sasha followed me into my office and I pulled up a chair next to mine. She sat down and immediately, a wave of her delicious perfume washed over me. I swallowed hard. Focus, asshole, I told myself as I pulled up the presentation on my screen.

  “So, what do you think?” I asked as Sasha scrolled through the PowerPoints.

  She gnawed her lip.

  “Be honest,” I said bluntly. “This is hugely important.”

  Sasha flushed slightly. “Okay, well, don’t hate me or anything,” she said. “But ... it’s kind of boring.”

  “I know,” I said. “This is why I need your help. Do you have any ideas for, oh, I don’t know. Jazzing up the layout, or anything?”

  Sasha giggled. When she saw the look on my face, her laughter died and she blushed.

  “Sorry,” she said. “But no one says that anymore.” She leaned closer and gestured for my mouse. “May I?”

  “Of course,” I said. “Go ahead.”

  With the tip of her pink tongue poking out from her lips, Sasha got to work and I leaned back, honestly amazed. In a matter of minutes, she’d switched the layout around and added a couple of key images that really made things pop.

  “This is a lot more fun,” she said, leaning back and nodding, clearly satisfied with her work. “What do you think?”

  “That you’re a lifesaver,” I said honestly. “I can’t tell you how huge this is, Sasha. Really.”

  Sasha grinned. “You’re going to make me flush,” she teased. As her big blue eyes met mine, my heart started to thud in my chest. All of this time, I’d managed to push lustful thoughts of Sasha out of my mind. I’d been so focused on getting my work done that I hadn’t even let myself entertain those ideas.

  But now, staring at her, my cock was throbbing and hard. Maybe it was the stress of dealing with this stupid fucking PowerPoint or maybe it was because Sasha was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life, but I felt a lustful urge overwhelm me. Sasha was staring at me with wide eyes, trembling slightly and breathing so hard that she was practically panting. Her sapphire orbs were filled with desire and she licked her lips as we stared at each other.

  Sasha slowly got to her feet. “Is that all?” Her voice shook as she spoke.

  “You’ve been a huge help,” I told her. “Thank you.”

  Sasha swallowed. “You’re welcome,” she said, in a voice barely above a whisper. “Anytime.”

  My heart thudded faster and faster. I reached forward and brushed a loose lock of red hair away from Sasha’s forehead. Just touching her soft, pale skin was enough to send a spark of lust through my body and suddenly, just like that, it was too much. Before I could think about what I was doing, I put both hands on Sasha’s shoulders and pulled her close. I crushed my mouth to hers, slipping my tongue between her lips. Sasha moaned a
nd her curvy frame pressed and melted against my body. She moaned again, louder this time as our kiss grew more passionate, and wrapped her arms around my neck. We stumbled backwards, still kissing, until I felt my ass press against my desk.

  “Hold on,” I panted, breaking the kiss. Sasha looked puzzled as I extricated myself from her grasp. I practically ran to the door and locked it, then darted back to Sasha and pulled her into my arms. Sasha was breathing hard and squirming as I ran my hands down her frame, worshipping her curves and kissing her deeply. My entire body was humming and buzzing with powerful lust as we kissed over and over, our tongues dancing and flicking and playing.

  “Oh my god,” Sasha breathed. She threw her head back and I kissed her neck, biting and sucking and licking my way down to the neckline of her ruffled blouse. Sasha took my hands and put them to her tits – through the material of her shirt and bra and I could already feel her nipples, hard as pieces of candy. Just touching them made my balls throb and ache with desire and I groaned as I yanked the hem of Sasha’s blouse free of her skirt. Sasha gasped as I pulled it up to her neck, exposing her purple silk bra. Her massive tits were quivering and straining against the silk and I grinned wickedly as I reached behind her and unsnapped it with one easy gesture. Her pale tits sprang free and Sasha moaned with pleasure as I ran my hand teasing over one stiff nipple, then the other.

  “Andy,” Sasha moaned, closing her eyes and twitching in my arms. “You’re such a tease!”

  Hearing her cry my name sent my arousal to a heightened state and I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her breasts. She smelled so delicious – light and floral and just a touch musky from sweat – and I opened my mouth, sucking her nipples and running my teeth over them. Her creamy, pale tits tasted so good that soon I was groaning and licking faster and faster. With one hand, I yanked the hem of Sasha’s skirt up and over her generous ass until it was bunched unceremoniously around her waist. She was wearing a pair of sheer purple panties that left little to the imagination, and I growled with animalistic lust when I saw the wet spot between her round thighs.

  I looked up at Sasha and she blushed when she saw the look on my face.

  “Spread your legs,” I ordered quietly.

  Still flushing, Sasha spread her legs to shoulder-width, bracing herself against my desk with one hand. I stroked the soaking crotch of her panties, making her gasp, before pulling the flimsy underwear to one side. Just looking at the little thatch of red hair covering her pussy lips made me even hornier, and I spread her open with my fingers to expose her clit. Sasha gasped and cried out as I put my face between her legs and wrapped my lips around her hard little nub. She tasted delicious and I sucked and licked, sliding a finger inside of her pussy and flicking it against her G-spot as I pleasured her.

  “Oh my god, Andy,” Sasha moaned as she tangled a hand in my hair and yanked at my scalp. She bucked her hips and thrust against my face, riding my mouth. Her legs trembled and shook and I wanted her so badly that I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand before kissing her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and sucking her lips.

  Sasha turned around and bent over my desk, rubbing her ass against my crotch. It was torture as her silky, pale skin rubbed against my pants. My cock was so hard that it almost hurt and I fumbled with my belt, pushing my pants down my hips and yanking my cock free of my boxers. Sasha moaned as she kept moving her ass in slow circles, rubbing against me. She leaned over the desk and spread her ass cheeks with both hands, exposing her gorgeous pink slit to the whole world.

  If I didn’t take her right then, I was going to explode.

  16

  Sasha – Tuesday

  “You’re so fucking hot,” Andy growled. He was grinding his cock against my ass, playing at thrusting inside of me only to move away and tease me at the last minute. I moaned as he put his hands around to my front and played with my breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples. It felt so good that I let out a small howl of pleasure and closed my eyes, rubbing my ass against his cock in a desperate hope that he’d take me now.

  “Mmmn,” I moaned softly, licking my lips as Andy’s hands moved lower and lower. I took his hands and shoved them between my legs, until he began rubbing my clit. The strokes of his fingers over my most sensitive place felt heavenly and I saw fireworks explode before my eyes as Andy continued to pleasure me. Leaning over and putting my elbows on the desk, I spread my legs even further, inviting him to fuck me. My pussy was throbbing and soaking wet and I whimpered as juice leaked out of my hole and dribbled down my bare thighs.

  “You want me, baby?” Andy asked in a low growl. He twisted his fingers into my hair and leaned over my body, breathing in my face before pressing his lips to mine in a sloppy, passionate kiss that made me tingle with lusty electricity.

  “I want you,” I cried, thrusting my ass against him in slow circles. Andy took his hand from my clit and I gasped as the delicious sensations stopped. He squeezed my ass, taking both cheeks in his hands and teasing me before sliding his hand closer to my pussy and toying with my nether lips.

  “Good girl,” Andy groaned. Taking my body in his hands, he turned me over so we were standing and facing each other. He kissed me passionately as his hands roamed over my curves. As he lifted me onto his desk with one easy gesture, I felt myself go weak with desire. Andy’s delicious cock was hard and throbbing and I wanted to take him in my mouth and suck him dry, but I wanted him to fuck me more. I reclined back on the desk and put my heels on the edge, spreading my legs and inviting him to take me.

  With one hand on my hip and the other holding his cock by the shaft, Andy locked eyes with me as he entered me. When he began bucking and thrusting his hips, I moaned and shuddered. Every time with him felt so damn good, so much better than the time before that I couldn’t believe it – feeling his cock inside me was so delicious and rich that I’d clearly died and gone to heaven.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” Andy panted. He was sweating and breathing hard and he bucked his muscular frame against mine before tossing his head and covering me with a spray of warm sweat. The room was fragrant with our musk and my pussy juices and I breathed in deeply, flushing hotly at the scent of my own arousal.

  As our bodies moved in a frantic, frenzied rhythm of passionate lust, Andy gasped and groaned. He bucked his hips, burying his cock to the hilt in my soaking pussy. He reached between my legs and rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts, sending me into a world of intense ecstasy. I strained and whimpered as I leaned forward in a clumsy, desperate attempt to kiss him. Andy grinned wickedly and thrust harder. He took my ankles and put them on his shoulders, fucking me even deeper than before. It felt so good that I could hardly breathe and soon I was crying out as a powerful orgasm crested and broke over my head. Each wave felt better than the last and I gasped and strained on Andy’s dick as he fucked me with powerful strokes.

  “Oh my god,” I panted. Andy’s cock trembled and throbbed inside of me and he cried out in a deep, guttural voice as his orgasm exploded within him. Andy pulled back and his cock slid out of me. I was still shaking and trembling as I sat upright, pushing my damp hair away from my face.

  Andy looked at me tenderly before kissing the side of my forehead.

  “It’s never been like this with anyone else, Sasha,” he said softly before placing a gentle kiss on my neck. As he moved away, I fumbled at my blouse with trembling fingers. Just as I was pulling my skirt down, there was a knock at the door.

  I froze and my eyes grew wide with fright.

  Finally, I told myself. Five o’clock, after the day from hell ... and the sex from heaven. I was sitting at my desk, still nervous and shaking, after a day filled with close calls. First, Zach had almost interrupted Andy and I having sex – thank god Andy had run to lock the door!

  And then that whole thing with Amanda in the break room. Just thinking about it – and the way that she’d spoken to me – filled me with dread.

  At le
ast it was time to go home. Taking a deep breath, I twisted my hair into a knot at the nape of my neck. Getting hot and heavy with Andy first thing in the morning had been wonderful, but it had left me looking more than slightly disheveled for the rest of the day.

  I just hoped that neither Zach nor Amanda had noticed.

  Tucking my things into my work bag, I turned off my computer and got up from my desk. Andy hadn’t come out of his office for the rest of the day, and even though I desperately wanted to see him and make sure that Zach hadn’t said anything untoward, it was probably for the best. The passionate chemistry between Andy and me was becoming too hard to hide, and I wondered if I’d ever be able to move on.

  I walked down the hall to the elevator, relieved that the office was mostly empty. And it’s not even a Friday, I complained internally as I waited for the elevator. As soon as the doors opened, I stepped gratefully inside and pressed the button for the ground floor. Just as the doors were about to close, a tanned arm stuck its way inside.

  “Hey, room for one more?”

  I didn’t reply before Zach slid between the doors and grinned at me. I smiled back, inwardly steeling myself for whatever bullshit he was about to lob in my direction.

  Zach raised an eyebrow at me and ran a hand through his messy dark hair.

  “Long day?”

  You have no idea, I thought. My legs were still sore from being braced against Zach’s desk, and I leaned against the wall.

  “It was okay,” I lied. “What about you?”

  Zach smirked at me. I had to struggle not to frown – why did everything about him seem to have a double entendre attached?

  “Not too bad,” Zach said lazily. “But long enough where I need a cold one. What about you?”

  I shrugged.

  Zach stepped closer, making the already-tiny elevator feel downright claustrophobic.

  “You should join me,” he said before flashing me a devastating grin.