Chapter 7

seven

?. . .?

Chrissy

I catch a glimpse of Zander through the glass walls of the conference room, his charismatic presence commanding the attention of everyone at the table. My heart skips a beat, memories of our passionate encounters flooding my mind. Shaking my head, I try to refocus on the report in front of me, but the words blur together.

"Chrissy, I need those projections by noon," Zander's voice cuts through my thoughts as he strides past my desk, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

"Of course, Mr. Shaw," I reply, my tone professional despite the flush creeping up my neck. "I'll have them ready."

His gaze lingers on me for a moment too long, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Excellent. And Chrissy..."

He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I can't stop thinking about last night."

I swallow hard, trying to ignore the heat pooling in my belly. "Zander, we can't... not here."

"Meet me in my office at lunch. We need to talk." His tone leaves no room for argument.

As he walks away, I feel the weight of curious eyes on me. Whispers follow in his wake, speculations about the nature of our relationship. I bury myself in work, desperate to quell the rumors before they spiral out of control.

But every time Zander passes by, every stolen glance and brush of his hand against mine, I'm drawn back into the intoxicating web of our forbidden desire. The walls of my carefully constructed professionalism crumble under the force of his ardor.

Lunchtime arrives, and I find myself standing outside Zander's office, heart pounding in my chest. I knock softly, half-hoping he won't answer.

"Come in." His deep voice sends shivers down my spine.

I step inside, closing the door behind me. Zander leans against his desk, arms crossed over his broad chest. "Chrissy, I've been dying to get my hands on these curves all day."

"I thought we agreed…" I whisper, avoiding his intense gaze.

"I understand your worries, honey, but I got you," He closes the distance between us, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes. "I want to be with you, Chrissy. No more secrets, no more hiding."

"Zander..." Tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

He sighs, frustration etched into the lines of his handsome face.

He grabs my hand and places it on his crotch. "I am constantly hard for you, baby."

Heat flares between my thighs and I bite my lip.

He groans and pulls his cock out.

"Zander," I hiss. "We can't. Not here."

But he isn't listening to me. He hoists me up on his desk, pushes my skirt up and spreads my legs. Then, oh god, he roughly pushes my panties to the side and starts to lick me.

And oh. My. God .

I grip the desk, my head rolling back as he eats me out, jacking his cock off the entire time.

His tongue swirls around my clit, flicking and teasing, sending electric shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my body. I moan softly, trying to stifle the sounds of my ecstasy, all too aware of the thin walls and bustling office just outside the door.

Zander's fingers dig into my thighs as he devours me, his stubble grazing deliciously against my sensitive skin. The obscene wet noises of his tongue lapping at my slick folds fill the room, mingling with his deep groans of satisfaction.

"Fuck, you taste incredible. Like ripe peaches," he growls against my pussy, the vibrations of his voice making me shudder. His hand pumps faster on his thick shaft, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

I thread my fingers through his dark hair, holding him closer, silently begging for more. He obliges, thrusting his tongue inside me, fucking me with it as his thumb finds my clit. He rubs tight circles, building the pressure higher and higher until I'm writhing beneath his touch.

"That's it, baby. Come on my face. I want to feel you let go," Zander commands, his tone rough with lust.

My thighs start to quake and quiver, my walls clenching around his tongue as the wave of my release crashes over me. I throw my head back, biting my lip hard to contain my cries of pleasure as I come undone, my essence coating his face.

Zander laps up every drop, prolonging my orgasm until I'm a boneless, trembling mess. With a final kiss to my sensitive clit, he rises to his feet, still stroking his impressive length.

He positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock nudging against my soaked entrance. For a moment, I think he's going to take me right here on his desk, but instead, he begins to paint my pussy with his seed, marking me as his.

I watch in awe as thick ropes of his cum land on my tender flesh, dripping down to soak my panties. Zander milks every last drop from his cock, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"I love knowing my cum will be on you all day, a constant reminder of who you belong to," he smirks, carefully adjusting my panties back into place. The feeling of the damp fabric against my skin is a delicious secret I'll carry with me.

He helps me off the desk, stealing a deep, possessive kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, a heady reminder of our illicit tryst.

"Back to work, Ms. Harper," Zander winks, giving my ass a playful swat.

I straighten my skirt and smooth my hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure. My legs still feel weak as I make my way to the door, my heart racing with the thrill of what we just did.

I exit Zander's office on shaky legs, my mind reeling from our heated encounter. The lingering sensation of his mouth on me, his cum marking my most intimate parts, sends a shiver down my spine. I can't help but clench my thighs together, savoring the damp reminder pressed against my skin.

Maybe Zander is right. Maybe I need to stop worrying so much.