5. Emily

5

EMILY

I knocked on Daniel’s office door and waited. It was just after seven, and he’d only been in for around twenty minutes. He, Olivia, and I were the only ones in this early. I wanted to get a jump on filing, but as soon as I walked in, Olivia told me Jill was out today and I had to be Mr. Jacobs’s “little helper” today. I hated the term and felt it was a demeaning way to treat someone of my age, but I didn’t complain. Olivia had a few rough edges, but she was a good boss.

“Come in,” he called, so I pushed the door open and let myself in. His back was to the door as I entered. He was sorting through a filing cabinet that sat behind his desk. “Just leave it on the desk.” He had to be expecting his coffee. I wondered if it was a regular thing Jill did for him.

I traipsed across the large room, having shut the door behind me. My heel caught on the deep pile of the throw rug, and I stumbled, sloshing coffee out of the cup onto the floor. “Oh, God!” The coffee burned my hand, but I was more concerned about the puddle I left on the floor. Mr. Jacobs turned around and looked up at me with a surprised look. “Gosh, I’m sorry.” I hurried to the desk and set the cup down, grabbing a few tissues from the box on his desk. “I’ll clean it up.”

“Emily, I wasn’t expecting you. Where’s Jill?” He rose and buttoned his jacket as he stood there watching me fumble with the tissues.

“Uh, Jill called in sick, so Olivia said I’m yours for the day.” I shrugged and turned back to the mess. It would take several tissues to clean the puddle off the floor, and the carpet would likely be stained. I was on all fours, pressing the tissues into the soggy area rug when I heard Daniel whistle a long, drawn out shrill.

I stopped and looked back over my shoulder at him. He was staring at my ass with eyes wide open, practically drooling.

“You’re, uh… I’m.” He stumbled with his words, and I snickered. He was blushing, and I was feeling a bit saucy this morning.

“You like the view or something?” I knew it was wrong to flirt with him, but I couldn’t help myself. We’d had lunch several times, always skirting the obvious sexual tension between us. He’d made comments about seeing if we “fit” together, which I had played along with.

I kept soaking the mess up with tissues and let him enjoy looking at me. I didn’t see the harm in his enjoying the way my body looked. We had already discussed getting to know each other better, and with the things I’d learned so far, I knew I really liked him. So when I stood to retrieve more tissues, I made sure to really give him something to gawk at. I stood slowly, rising to my feet and ensuring I remained bent over right in front of him for a few seconds.

“Now you’re just teasing me.”

I grinned at his comment, but my back was to him, so I forced my face into a placid expression and turned around to toss the soiled tissues in the trash before reaching for more. “I’m not teasing. I’m just cleaning up a mess I made.” I shrugged and plucked a few more tissues from the box. “I don’t tease.” I winked at him and headed back for the mess, offering him the same view as when I rose.

“God, woman, you’re driving me mad. If you aren’t teasing me, then either follow through or?—”

“Or leave you alone?” I asked cheekily. This time, I didn’t bother dropping to my knees at all. I stood bent over, pressing the tissues into the carpet. I heard his chair roll across the floor, and I stood to see what he was doing.

“Are you saying you’re not teasing me because you intend to follow through?” He rounded the end of his desk and approached me, and I froze. The game of cat and mouse was exhilarating, but I didn’t know if I was actually ready to follow through. Not in his office, anyway. I had thought about it, even had a dirty dream about him last week, but right here, right now?

“I, uh…”

He reached out and rested his hand on my hip, and my body shivered with excitement. I thought we were just flirting a little, some banter, a bit of back and forth. Not this. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I’d only had sex with one person in my life. I had nothing to offer him, and what if he hated it because I was so inexperienced?

“So you were just teasing me?” His other hand rested on my other hip, and he pulled me against his body. His dick was hard, pressing against my thigh.

“No, sir. I most definitely was not teasing.” I licked my lips and rested my hands on his shoulders, tissues conveniently fluttering toward the floor. “I, uh… I just didn’t expect you to make a move here, in your office, with Olivia just down the hall.”

“No one enters my office unless I invite them in.” His eyes devoured me, drinking me in and forcing my blood pressure higher by the second. “And now I’m just waiting for an invitation from you, because I want to be in you.”

My vagina ached so badly to let him in. “But sir, we’re in your office. The door isn’t locked. What if someone knocks?”

“Then we don’t answer.” His thumbs dug into my hips and his pelvis ground against me.

“You’re serious? You want to have sex with me right here? Right now?” I swallowed hard, waiting to hear him say the words.

“Do you want to?” His eyebrows rose, and he stared me in the eyes.

“I… uh…” I licked my lips again. “Yes, I actually do, very much so, sir.”

“You like the idea of fucking your boss in his office?”

My heart raced as I found him applying pressure against me, pushing me backward toward the sofa in the corner of his office. I slowly backed up, nearly stumbling when my heel got caught in the same damn spot on the carpet. The shoe came off, and I kicked off the other. He was so much taller than me.

“If I say yes, is that a deal breaker?” I gripped the lapels of his coat as his hands searched the back of my dress for the zipper.

“Hell no. I think it’s hot. You be the naughty assistant, and I’ll be the demanding boss.” He winked, and I felt his hand draw down my back, unzipping the dress and exposing my flesh to the chill of the air-conditioning.

My body was on fire. The banter was so hot, I’d come just from his voice. “Yes, sir.” I lowered my arms as he pulled my dress down over my shoulders, and I was thankful I’d worn my good bra to work today. His eyes feasted on my chest, plump, round breasts peeping out of the lacy black bra. “You like what you see, sir?”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

I pushed the dress over my hips and let it fall to the floor, taking my panties with it. Daniel tore his suit coat off and undid the fly of his pants. “Sit now,” he ordered, and I obeyed. The leather of the sofa was cool on my skin, and I thought for sure Daniel was going to ask me to suck him. So when he dropped to his knees with his hard dick out, ready to fuck me on the edge of the sofa with practiced ease, I wondered how many secretaries he had banged this way.

I spread my legs, and he crawled right up to me, stroking himself as he drooled over my chest. “Want to see more?” I asked him, reaching for my bra clasp, and he nodded. I unhooked it and pushed the straps off my shoulders. It fell behind me on the cushion, and his free hand instantly grabbed my right breast. “Have anything else I can do for you today, sir?”

“Yeah, touch yourself so I can watch.”

He knelt there between my knees as I massaged my clit, smearing the body fluids around my soft folds. His hand squeezed my breast harder, then twisted my nipple and pinched it. “Finger yourself,” he ordered, so I pushed my fingers into my body while I watched the lust haze form across his eyes. “God, you’re hot.”

He took a second to pull his shirt off over his head. I expected a man’s body, but he had the chest of a god, corded muscles and a complete six-pack. If I kept touching myself like this much longer, I was going to come hard. I moaned slightly when he pushed his pants lower, but when he moved my hand away and teased my pussy with the tip of his cock, I gasped.

“Now, Ms. Kline, I’m going to fuck you, and then you’re going to get me new coffee. I’m afraid the other cup has gone cold.” His voice was gravelly and rough, but not as rough as the way he forced his dick into me, slamming into my back wall. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me toward him as he drove into me. I gasped again.

“Oh, wow…” I moaned, probably a bit too loudly. He shushed me and continued thrusting. My clit, still tender from being touched, rubbed against his pubic bone as his body collided with mine over and over. But it was ten times more intense when he covered my mouth with his and kissed me again.

I gripped Daniel’s arms, careful not to use my nails. I didn’t want to draw blood and have it stain his shirt when he put it back on, but God, was he huge. I clenched around him and groaned into his mouth as our tongues danced across each other. A deep growl rumbled up his throat, and he bit down on my lower lip. “God, you feel amazing.” His kiss became hungrier, devouring me. And I thought he was rough when he first pushed into me, but the longer he fucked me, the harder his thrusts became until he was pounding me so hard the couch shook and bumped on the wall.

“Oh… yes…” I panted and moaned, each of my noises swallowed by his lips. My body was on the edge. I was so close.

“You’re a good little assistant, Emily.” The hot breath on my face, the growl in his tone, the way he turned into an animal at the sight of my naked body, and I was done. My coil snapped like a rubber band, sending shockwaves through every fiber of my being. I let a wail escape my lips, and Daniel grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth against his harder.

I convulsed around him, at one point having to push him away from my mouth so I could breathe. His hard thrusts continued until I felt him release, spewing hot cum into me. His own grunts mingled with my moans in the song of lovers, and as he slowed, I felt the mess drain out of my body and down the edge of the couch.

“Wow…” I breathed, resting my head on his shoulder. He lingered there, dick still sunk inside me.

“Yeah, wow… God, I’ve thought of doing that a thousand times since the first day you walked into my office.” He let go of my hair and bit my shoulder gently.

“That many times?” I snickered, and he smacked my ass, making a satisfying flesh-on-flesh sound.

“Maybe more.” Daniel pulled out and stood. “Stay there,” he told me as he walked over to his desk. He took a few tissues out and wiped himself off, then zipped his pants. He brought me the box so I could clean up too.

“Thanks.” I wiped the mess up the best I could and tossed the tissues in the bin before collecting our scattered clothing. Daniel watched me the entire time.

“You are gorgeous, you know that?” He took his shirt from me, and I smiled at him.

“I think you’ve told me that before.” I looked everywhere for my bra but couldn’t find it, so I dressed without wearing one. The way he watched me made me a bit nervous. “Were you serious about the coffee?”

He chuckled. “Yes, please. I think mine really is cold now. Or maybe I’m too hot after that workout, so the coffee will seem cold.”

I zipped myself into the dress and found my shoes. “So… This sort of complicates things, don’t you think?” I stood in front of him as he tucked his shirt in and fastened his pants. When he stood up, I thought he would lean in and kiss me, but he patted my arm and strolled to his desk.

“Nothing is complicated.” He sat down and straightened a few papers. “Unless you want to make it complicated?” I felt confused by what he said, but he continued so I didn’t interrupt. “I think you’re amazing, and now I know how good you feel, so that’s not complicated to me.”

He’d said the word complicated so many times, it was beginning to not sound like a word at all. I also felt a little cold, not intimate and close to him the way I thought I would feel after that. Maybe he was still playing the naughty banter game we had started before the sex, or maybe he had zero intentions of actually dating me. It was just sex with my boss.

I let the thought remain in my head for a second but knew if I hung out there too long with it on my mind, I’d regret it.

“Let me go get that coffee for you, sir.”

“Daniel… please.” The way he looked at me told me it was not just sex with my boss, so that added to my confusion.

“Daniel,” I repeated.

As I walked down the hallway, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He was incredible in every way. I had no mirror to check my appearance and I just knew someone heard our sex. I wanted so much more with him, but I wasn’t sure he wanted it too, or what he wanted, for that matter.

And we hadn’t used protection.

That was a huge mistake.