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  “You’ll never get mine,” I grunted, grasping his biceps for leverage. The way his palm was putting pressure on my clit was creating a buildup I’d never experienced before.

  His fingers were jammed to the brim now, crooked perfectly to stimulate me in just the right way.

  “Keep doing that,” I whispered, latching onto the back of his head, running my hands through his hair.

  “Like this?” He coaxed, slowing down his rhythm.

  My legs began to shake with the change of pressure, my breathing erratic. I was focused now, chasing the high I never thought I’d get. Especially not from Craft.

  Digging my hand down the back of his shirt, I clawed at him, pulling him closer to me. I needed his body heat, the closeness to reach my peak and come crashing down in euphoria. If only we could be skin on skin, the sweat of our heated bodies consuming each other would make the moment all the more intoxicating.

  My lips formed an O, ready to utter sounds of bliss into his shoulder.

  Then his hand stilled, leaving the warmth of my soaking core.

  “No, no, no,” I said out of breath. “Why did you stop?”

  He unlatched my hand from around his neck and planted it on the bulge of his pants. The blues of his irises were as calm as a still lake on an early morning. “Because I want my cock to feel you come, not my fingers.”

  I blinked. Not expecting him to be so blunt, yet show such vulnerability.

  I cautiously stroked his dick over top of his pants, contemplating if I should follow my conscience or my hormones. He had to be huge. Mindy and I had talked about it before. There would be days where his tailored suits would fit him just right, and when he’d stand a certain way, you could see the infamous dick print. Now I had my hand wrapped around it.

  He guided my hand to his belt, running his thumb along the clasp. It was obvious he wanted me to make the decision to undo his zipper.

  I decided to give in, needing to tame the pent up sexual tension I apparently had acquired for my boss.

  My hands were frantic now, hastily unbuckling his belt, not bothering to yank it through the loops. The button on his pants tugged free and I reached inside.

  Craft hissed between his teeth and put his hands on his head. He watched my hands with intent, anxiously waiting for me to pull his cock out and watch what was going to happen next.

  He was heavy in my hands, causing me to use my other hand to loosen his clothing and free him. He was thick and the longest I had ever seen in person. The smooth, silky feel of his shaft felt like heaven in my hand, and I wanted to rub him all over my body.

  Craft smirked. “I’ll go slow.”

  Of course he’d have a “big penis ego.”

  Narrowing my eyes, I squeezed him, causing him to wince. “I don’t want it slow.” Spreading my legs and moving my hips, I aimed the tip of his cock to my heat. The soft skin instantly becoming warm and wet from the small touch. “Make me come.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m planning on it, but you’ll have to change your attitude.”

  My hands grabbed his ass and forced him forward just enough to slip the tip inside of me. Setting both his hands on the table for strength, he fought my eagerness.

  He ground his teeth. “Say please.”

  “I’ll say please when you do,” I grimaced, wiggling my hips in frustration.

  “I don’t say please.”

  “That’s because you’re an asshole,” I grumbled in annoyance. Fuck him, I could get off with this contact. My clit was being stimulated, and that would suffice in a pleasurable orgasm just fine.

  He smiled, holding his hips firmly in place. “I don’t remember that comment on the staff survey.”

  I leaned backward, sighing in bliss at the new the angle. “Because you’re a dick and are fire happy... Yes…”

  His hands found my hips, stilling my movement. “You’re right, that’s why I’m the boss.”

  I fought against him, and he didn’t let me budge.

  “Stop teasing me-” The air was sucked out of lungs mid-sentence.

  In one fluid moment, he flipped me on the table to my front, raising me up on my knees and slamming his big cock inside of me.

  I moaned out loud from the intensity.

  “That’s right,” he grunted and thrust so he was completely filling me. His hand latched onto my hair, twisting it around his fist, gently pulling my head back so he could whisper in my ear, “I’m going to get fire happy real soon.”

  What? Was he going to fire me?

  I slammed back into him. “You fucking would.”

  “All in due time, Ms. Neely.”

  At this point, I didn’t even care. He felt too good inside of me. Besides, how would I be able to work with him after this anyway?

  Might as well make it worth it, and fuck him over at the same time.

  I rotated my hips in a circle, enjoying how my wall stretched to accommodate his size. He must have enjoyed the movement as well by the steady sigh that brushed my ear. The tension from him pulling my hair relaxed, guiding me down so my shoulders were on the desk, ass high in the connection with him.

  His palms took hold of my hips and he began to move. His strokes were precise; clearly he was up for the challenge of making me come in the short amount of time.

  “You’re so sexy like this,” he breathed, running a hand underneath my hiked up dress and along my spine. I wanted to be rid of my clothing completely, but that wouldn’t work out in the grand scheme of things. I’d need to make a quick getaway, and putting on my clothes would only take up time, and the awkward silence while we put our clothing on would be killer.

  He grabbed a hold of my ass cheeks, giving them a wiggle. For a minute I thought he was going to smack them. The thought made me clench. I’d never been spanked before.

  “Yeah… squeeze my dick like that,” he groaned, beginning to thrust harder.

  “Keep that pace,” I hissed, wanting him to shut the hell up and finish the job.

  He grabbed another hand full of my hair. The tug felt amazing, and I clenched him again. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

  Our skin slapped together now, and I was on the very edge. I’d need to get there, because at this speed, no doubt he would come soon. I knew how men were. Get them going and they can’t control a damn thing. To hell with if he came before me, leaving me sexually frustrated and dripping with his semen. Two of the most obnoxious outcomes that happen with sex. Nope, not happening, not to me, and sure as shit not with Craft.

  I reached between my legs, finding the sensitive bud that would bring me to release. My legs quivered as I touched myself, loving how when I massaged I could feel him gliding in and out of me.

  I moaned into my forearm, stroking myself the way I needed to.

  He leaned over me, his tie tickling my exposed lower back in the process. Suckles trailed along the back of my neck and to the shell of my ear. “Show me how you touch yourself.” His large hand covered mine, mimicking how I circled my clit.

  The added pressure intensified the build-up, and the suddenly slower movement in and out that I originally didn’t want, now felt glorious. Slipping his hand underneath mine, he took control. “That’s it, let me do it. I want to make you explode.”

  His voice was soft and sporadic in my ear, not matching the fluid movement of his hips and skilled fingers. He was surrounding me, his mouth traveling along my neck, his chin nudging the fabric of my dress across my shoulder where it was in his path.

  I was so exposed, throbbing and on the brisk of orgasm. A few more strokes, and I was moaning into my forearm, squeezing his cock and drenching it with the release of my pleasure.

  “Oh yeah,” he grunted, beginning to pump faster.

  My head spun from the euphoric feeling, my body preparing to slow down and turn into mush, but it was still shaking with desire and pulsing from his precision and expertise. It was as if he’d worked my body over a million times, knowing exactly how I liked to be touched a
nd where, performing the perfect amount of pressure to all of the right places.

  He was amazing at more than marketing, and my greedy pussy wanted to suck him dry… but I had other plans.

  He wasn’t going to get his, not from me, and sure as fuck not on his conference table.

  Ignoring how amazing he felt pumping inside of me, I wiggled from underneath him, crawling on all fours to the other side of the table and hopping off in an ungraceful matter.

  “What the fuck?” He called after me. His voice cracked, and I wished I had the guts to turn around and look at him.

  I didn’t though, instead, I smoothed out my skirt and ran for the door, opening it frantically then slamming it closed behind me.

  Chapter Four

  My chest heaved while I scurried down the steps and to the women’s bathroom on the floor below us. He wouldn’t find me there, not that he’d come looking for me. I held my hand over my heart, feeling it race with each step.

  I flew into the bathroom, setting both hands on the sink and stared into the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes were wide, a sparkle twinkling in them that wasn’t typically there.

  Did I really just let my boss get me off? Put me on my hands and knees on his conference table and screw me from behind? Then escaped before he could come?

  My legs twitched between my thighs, remember how perfect he felt inside of me. I closed my eyelids, willing myself not to reminisce about him taking advantage of me.

  But he didn’t take advantage, I let him kiss me, I’d undone his pants, not him. Could he hold this against me? Surely not legally. I’d be the one who could file a complaint. I’d never do that though, I was just as guilty in the situation as he was. We’re both adults, and I could have shoved him away from me before he thrusted that giant cock of his inside of me.

  I should resign, grab my things and get out of here.

  No, that wasn’t an option. I needed this job, and I needed Craft as a reference.

  Damn it.

  Why did I give into his sexy body?

  I blew out air, completely flustered and pissed off at myself.

  “Hey, what are you doing down here?” Mindy asked. She emerged from the stall, startling me to the point I almost fell into the hand dryer.

  “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you!” She stepped closer to me, inspecting me for what was wrong. “Are you alright? Your face is pretty red.”

  She studied me from bottom to top, stopping at my hair. I instantly ran my fingers through the freshly fucked hair and laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, I’m fine, I just took the stairs too fast is all.”

  Mindy gave me a once over, then crossed her arms. She didn’t believe me for a second. “You sure about that?”

  “Of course. You know how uncomfortable these heels are to walk in, let alone tackle a flight of stairs.”

  Her lip twitched and she tapped her foot.

  “What? I’m out of shape,” I confessed, turning around to wash my hands.

  She came to the sink next to me. “Yeah, I think you just got done working out.”

  I focused on my hands under the water, terrified to meet her gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Oh yeah?” I could feel her gaze set on me through the mirror. “I stopped by your desk and left a sandwich by your computer.”

  A tremor ran through my arm and to my hand as I tried to turn off the water. “Thanks. When did you bring it by?”

  Please say before two, please say before two…

  “Oh, a little after one.”

  Thank God.

  “I took a stroll to see if you were out of your meeting with Craft about fifteen minutes ago, noticed your sandwich was still there.”

  Shit.

  “Yeah,” I laughed. “He did whatever he could to keep me in there for as long as possible.”

  She turned to face me, the barrier of the mirror no longer between us. “You fucked him, didn’t you?”

  Taking a long blink, I sucked in a breath of air. “I don’t know what happened.”

  She covered her mouth with both hands. “Oh my Gosh, Kelsey, tell me you didn’t.”

  Both my hands found my head. “I don’t know how it happened.”

  Mindy put her hands on my shoulders. “Oh, honey,” she sympathized. “Was it the first time?”

  “Of course it was! You know that. I don’t even know what happened. One minute we were going over slides, then the next minute he had my panties off and on his conference table.”

  Mindy was quiet for a moment, then whispered, “Tell me he was horrible.”

  Sniffed into my hands. “That’s the worst part. He was good, really good. I actually had an orgasm.”

  “Yeah… I heard,” she sighed.

  My hands dropped from my face. Tipping my head back and closing my eyes, I groaned, “I’m so going to get fired. Especially…”

  Mindy was flabbergasted. “Why would you get fired? If anything his balls are in a vice.”

  A slow smirk appeared on my face. “Actually, they’re blue.”

  She tilted her head. “Wait, so you got off, but he didn’t?”

  I let out a snort, then began to snicker into an uncontrollable laughter. “I blue-balled my boss.”

  Mindy howled. “Holy shit Kels, you own him now!”

  I wiped away a tear from laughing so hard. “Not sure that’s true at all.”

  She shook my shoulders. “Do you know how many lawsuits and company policies he just broke? You could end him.”

  “I’m just as much at fault. I can’t believe I gave into him.”

  Mindy shrugged her shoulders. “I can. He’s hot as hell. I bet he was all dominant, too.”

  I bobbed my head back and forth. He was pretty aggressive, but nothing I couldn’t handle. In fact, he actually submitted to me pretty well. Maybe next time…

  I shook my head. There couldn’t be a next time. Craft was a dickhead, not someone I could let use me for their own pleasure. I’d won this time by beating him to orgasm, but that wouldn’t hold true if it happened again. “I need to just quit.”

  Mindy pointed her finger in my face. “No. You need to play with him some.”

  “I’m not touching him with a ten foot pole-”

  She shook her head drastically as she cut me off. “That’s not what I mean. I’m saying, tease him, and let him know you’ve got the upper hand. Let him know he can’t just fuck anyone he wants, and clearly, he wants you. I’d bet he wants you more than anything right now. Once he’s learned his lesson, then get a kick ass reference from him, because if he doesn’t, his ass will go down for sexual assault.”

  I cocked my head at her. “Mindy, that wouldn’t be fair.”

  She stood tall, puffing her chest out. “But sitting behind a secretary desk when you are twenty times better than any intern who’s passed through here is fair? He’s been keeping you because he wants a piece of that sweet little ass of yours, and he got a taste, but your brilliant little touch beats him at his own game. Come on, do this for all of the women he’s screwed. Do it for yourself.”

  Mindy was right. Craft was keeping me around for himself, whether it was because he wanted to have me as a notch in his bedpost, or because he liked my ideas. Either way, I shouldn’t be stuck behind a desk and getting paid a secretary's salary. I should be on the marketing team, making our clients money, and helping the business grow.

  “Okay. I’ll tough it out. I won’t threaten him with it though.”

  Mindy dropped her hands from my shoulders and nodded. “Blue ball that son of a bitch as much as you can. Lord knows he’s fucked over enough women.”

  I stood tall and straightened my shoulders. This job was mine, and I was willing to pay the price for my actions. Craft had nothing on me, and I was going to make sure he knew who had the upper hand.

  Chapter Five

  Mr. Craft’s office door was closed when I came back from the bathroom. Mindy continued to give me a pep talk up the stairs and into
our department. She was more thrilled then I was about my actions with Craft. Of course she wanted more details, but I wasn’t ready to share. She didn’t need to know how massive his cock was, and that he actually knew how to use it. I shuttered at the thought of him slipping in and out of me, still feeling the warmth from the heat between my legs.

  Focusing on my computer screen wasn’t an easy task. Not when I could hear murmurs coming from Mr. Craft’s office. I winced recalling Mindy telling me she heard the two of us.

  Was I really that loud?

  I rubbed my eyes with my palms. I should go home and look through the want ads so I wouldn’t have to face him again. I felt empowered after Mindy’s pep talk, but now, I was regretting my actions even more.

  The murmurs from Craft’s office became louder, and I was intrigued. It was definitely his voice, and he wasn’t happy. The poor soul inside didn’t have a chance. Mr. Craft was good at his job, and that meant laying down the law when he needed to. If one of his employee’s weren’t doing their part, he’d be blunt about his expectations, if they don’t deliver, then they’re gone. I admired his ability to take charge like an executive should, only if he weren’t such an asshole when he did it. I’d witnessed numerous workers flee from his office with beet red faces or tears streaming down their cheeks. It was why I had a tissue box on the edge of my desk.

  Suddenly, the door flew open, and Timothy marched out in a huff mumbling jackass, not glancing my way as he found the exit to the stairs. It was unlike him to be flustered. Timothy was easy going and went with the flow. I offered him a sympathetic smile, but he didn’t bother to look at me.

  An agitated Craft could turn anyone’s mood upside down.

  Then, I felt him. The air sucked out of the room, my cheeks heating with warmth and anticipation. No doubt he was standing in the doorway, his glacier stare raking me over as I sat at my desk pretending to type when I was merely checking through his calendar.

  I swallowed, willing myself to gain the courage to look his way and smile, let him know I was perfectly fine and unaffected from our romp session.