9. Emily

9

EMILY

I did as he asked, locking the door. The minute he asked me to do it, my body responded. I knew what he wanted, and I’d been aching for it too. I stood by the locked door, a bit more at ease this time than I was last time. He held his hand in the air, curling a finger and drawing me closer to him.

“The door is locked, sir. What now?” I played with the button on my dress. My core throbbed, moisture already puddling between my legs in anticipation of his touch. And the lust in his eyes taunted me, forcing my body to slick itself against the fabric of my panties.

I glanced at the windows. He’d already drawn the shades. He sat watching me move closer, and I could see his thumb rubbing across the front of his slacks. “Take your clothes off.”

A promotion and a locked door, and now this? My gut roiled for a moment, hesitating. I questioned his motives in my head. He didn’t need to use his authority to pull strings for me to get time to do this because I wanted it as much as he clearly did. But he had, or maybe it only looked like he had. But from his own lips, he made it clear to me that he wanted me all to himself and that was why he’d given me this job. I just stared at him blankly as I pondered what to do.

“Your clothes, now, Ms. Kline.” His finger flicked in the air, pointing at me, then the floor. “I’m not waiting.”

I couldn’t tell if he was just playing the naughty boss-employee game we engaged in last time or if he really was just throwing his proverbial weight around. Ambivalence won out, and I froze.

“Look, Emily, I think I made it clear just before that I’m not just interested in sex with you.” He stood and walked over to me, seeming to understand my internal conflict. “I really like you, and I want to spend more time with you to get to know you as a person because what I know so far is so amazing, I’m willing to jump through hoops and upset my parents just to have it.”

I grinned and looked down as he held my shoulders. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. We’ll just talk.”

“No,” I blurted, biting my lip. “I mean, no, sir.”

“Well then, take your clothes off like I told you.”

All of my indecision vanished, and I started peeling the layers off. When I stood in front of him in just my bra and panties, he shook his head. “All of it,” he said, unbuckling his fly.

My vagina screamed at me. This was insane, the level to which I would go to please this man, but God, did I want to. I would have done anything he asked in that moment and Evelyn would have called that a weakness, but I called it prowess. I shimmied my hips, sliding my silky panties until they dropped to the floor, and then undid my bra.

Daniel helped out of the bra, tossing it to the side, then pointed at his desk, conveniently cleared of anything that might hinder our having a good time. “Bend over,” he ordered. He had his cock in hand, stroking it. I was a little disappointed that he didn’t want to kiss me first, but when he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dangled it in front of me, I understood what he wanted.

“Uh… no.” I shook my head. “You’re not tying my mouth.” I chuckled. I might have been a bit green, but I was not na?ve. Some sexual practices were just outside my comfort zone.

“No… not going to gag you. Just offering something to bite on to muffle the sounds you’re going to make. Last time, we were lucky and it was early. This time, there are lots of people behind that door and you cannot be heard. Do you understand me?” His eyes were serious. I nodded.

“Yes, sir.” I took the handkerchief and twisted it, wrapping it around my fist.

“Then bend over and spread yourself because you’re getting fucked, Ms. Kline.”

I smirked at him and bent over his desk. With one hand, I reached behind me and spread myself open for him. He stood stroking himself looking at me, and I watched him over my shoulder. “Like what you see, sir?”

“Hell yes, I do.”

Daniel advanced on me with tiger eyes. He slid his dick up and down my slit, spreading my moisture. Then he pushed into me, and I groaned loudly.

“Shh…” he hissed, reminding me that this session had to be silent. I remembered the handkerchief twisted and wrapped around my knuckles, and I brought my hand to my mouth and bit down, letting my whimpers of pleasure be absorbed by the soft cotton. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Now tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Ah… but you forgot something.”

“I want you to fuck me, sir.” I whimpered and stuffed my fist back against my face, biting down hard. My pussy clenched and squeezed him. He felt amazing sliding in and out of me. The friction was incredible, and I already felt like he was going to make me come. I’d never had an orgasm from only internal stimulation. I wanted to reach for my clit, but his firm hand pinned me to the desk, leaving no room for me to touch myself.

“God, your ass is perfect,” he mumbled, but I heard him. He thrust harder, driving me against the desk. I’d definitely have bruises from how my hips ground against the hardwood, but I didn’t care.

“Oh, God…” I moaned into the fabric. I grabbed the edge of the desk and rocked my hips upward. It put his cock in the perfect position to hit my back wall and drive me mad with lust. “Oh, God…” I groaned again, louder than I should have.

Daniel reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back at an angle. “I said, be quiet, Ms. Kline.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was commanding, and the tone he took—of authority and assertiveness—made my body tremble with desire.

“Yes, sir,” I muttered, and he let my hair go. I pressed my hand against my mouth again and clenched around him, and as I did I felt my orgasm creep in on me. “Now…” I whispered. “Now… please…”

He thrust faster, and it was enough. My body convulsed, and I could do nothing about it but make sure my mouth was covered. The whimpers and bleats of enjoyment were mostly muffled by the handkerchief, and I was glad he’d given it to me. He made me feel incredible again, and if he wanted to keep going, I’d have three or four more orgasms.

But I felt him explode inside me, then his cum running down my leg. His body was made for mine—the way he brought me to climax so quickly and made sure I was pleased before he let himself enjoy it. He slid out of me, and more cum dribbled from me. I was legless, draped over the desk, unable to move for a moment. I heard his belt jingle, then I felt his hands on my thighs, drying his mess off me.

I pushed myself off the desk and turned to face him. He tossed the tissues and handed me my clothes, which I took from him with a hazy half-grin. “Does that mean we’re an item now, then?”

“I’m not going to deny the opportunity exists.” I liked how his eyes drank me in even after his lust was sated and he had no reason to look at me like a hungry animal. “But I do have something for you.”

He walked around his desk and opened a drawer as I dressed quickly. I half expected it to be my bra which I lost last time, and I made sure to put every item of clothing I’d worn in back on this time. When he handed me a business card, I was confused.

“I know where you work.” I snickered and took the card.

“Turn it over,” he said, pointing, so I did.

I read the hand-scrawled number on the back of the card. It was very familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it immediately. I assumed it was his cell number, and it made me happy to know he was serious about having a real relationship, not just sex at work.

“If you have a boyfriend, you need to break up with him. You’re mine now.”

The way he said that so possessively supercharged my body. I got a rush out of his claiming me. “Uh, I’m not seeing anyone at all. Why would you think that?”

“Well, I texted you the other day. Got your number from our personnel files, and you told me that you were taken.” He leaned against the edge of his desk, where I had just been bent across it. “So, if you’re taken, get rid of him.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “I didn’t know it was you. I thought my sister gave my number to a creepy guy or something. I was talking about you.”

Daniel’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “You were?”

“Yeah… I can’t seem to think about anyone but you lately. It even distracts me from work at times. I told you that.” I slid the card into my bra and straightened my top before tossing my hair to make sure it looked unfussed.

“I’m flattered.” He reached out and took my hand. “You really want to give this a go?”

“Yes, Dan. I really do.”

“I’m way older than you.”

“I don’t care.” I took a step toward him. “Age is just a number.”

“And I’m your boss.”

“And I’m falling in love with you. What does that matter? When lightning strikes, you absorb it and let it charge the atmosphere. You don’t run from it.”

He leaned forward and kissed me gently, lingering for a moment. “Okay, then. I guess any woman who turns other men away because she wants me even before she knows how I feel is a woman I want to get to know more.” His lips brushed mine again. “Because I may just be falling for her too.”

My heart soared. He had no idea what that confession did to me. I wanted to stay there and talk, but I knew work was calling.

“We should…” I pointed my thumb over my shoulder.

“We should,” he said resolutely. “But your lunches are mine now. And when I message you, don’t tell me to buzz off again.” He winked at me, and I chuckled, leaving him there at his desk.

Things just got a whole lot more interesting, and I was walking on air. I’d tell Charlotte everything, but Evelyn would just have to hear it through the grapevine. I was falling in love.