Chapter Four

Wilson

There is a reason why this law firm is strict about employee relationships, and it's not just to avoid awkward situations in the common area or gossip around the office.

Sex between coworkers is a lawsuit waiting to happen, and this firm has only ever had one of those. One of the junior lawyers got involved with an intern a few years ago, and it was hell for everyone involved. There were allegations of unfair treatment, coupled with workplace harassment and discrimination. All this was because two foolish adults decided they wanted to get into each other's pants.

When all this came to light, I tore into both of them for being stupid and bringing their relationship into the workplace. One of them left in tears and the other handed over his resignation. That was six years ago, and there hasn't been such an incident again.

Back then, I didn't understand how someone would allow themselves to be led by their dick, but hindsight is twenty-twenty.

The judgment in my voice from then was of someone so sure it would never happen to them. That they would never be involved with their immediate staff, but that was because I hadn't met Sandy Beck.

The girl with chocolate brown eyes with golden specs that catch the light when she smiles. A voice so soft and sultry, it calls at the beast in me, eliciting the desire to rut her every time she walks into my office. It's a fucking war of wills to not tear off those little skirts she wears and ram my cock into her pussy, fuck her hard against my office wall until everyone in the building catches the sounds of her pleasured cries.

She is a fucking distraction. A temptation .

One I would be smart to stay away from, but it's too late now. I have already touched the girl, and with the way she is looking up at me with her wide, innocent eyes… It's too late to pull away now.

It's impossible to go back to the moment when I had no idea how her soft skin felt against my fingers. I tip her chin, my eyes on hers, as I drag my thumb across the seam of her mouth, watching heatedly as they puff open.

"Why did you stay?" I rasp, sliding my finger into her mouth and watching as her eyes glaze over from the move. "You should have left when I told you to, Sandy. Now everything is complicated."

I drink in her expression as I slide my thumb deeper into her mouth, my hard cock throbbing painfully behind my zipper and begging to replace my thumb in her mouth, to push into this sexy little mouth until her eyes tear up as she chokes on my shaft. My cock jolts in my pants when her mouth closes around my thumb, sucking gently at the digit, and it takes everything in me to not shoot in my pants. Something I haven't done since my early teens.

"Fuck!" I growl, pulling my thumb from her mouth with a wet pop. It takes everything in me to draw away from her, but I need to be sure that we're making this mistake together with sober minds. "This is your last chance to leave. To leave this office and forget about our brief lapse of judgment."

"Sir, I—"

"If you choose to stay, you will do whatever I tell you to, no questions asked."

I expect to read fear in her eyes, but instead, there is excitement dancing in those beautiful orbs, and I can already guess her answer even before she voices it. "I'll stay."

I pull my hand away from her and step back before walking back to my desk and leaning against it. I trace my eyes appreciatively over her body, from her face to her neck and down to the perfect slope of her breasts pushing against her blouse.

"Strip."

Her eyes flash with surprise, and they cross to the door behind her, but we're alone here. Besides, everyone knows better than to bother me when it's not office hours. And fuck, a part of me can't find it in me to care that we're—that I am acting so recklessly.

Sandy doesn't question me as she starts to unbutton her blouse, her shaky fingers missing a few buttons, but I don't rush her, instead, I choose to stand back and watch, admiring the body I have thought about all week.

She shrugs the blouse off her shoulders, and it falls to the floor, revealing smooth skin and a nude-colored bra. "This too?" she whispers, staring up at me from under her lashes even as she gnaws nervously at her lips.

"Everything."

My voice is hoarse when I speak, and my breathing grows heavy as I watch her reach back to unclasp her bra. Precum stains my pants as she slowly tugs the straps off her shoulders to reveal a twin set of the most perfect tits I have ever seen. Pink nipples pebble to attention the longer I stare at them.

Need pumps through me with intense force, but I will myself into staying still and watching her strip off her khakis until she's standing before me in nothing but her underwear. I am hooked, captivated by the beauty that was hidden from view by her clothes.

I want her.

Fuck, I want her with a need so strong it rivals any emotions I have ever felt before. My dick is hard as iron, begging—demanding—to be inside of my assistant. To fill her with my thickness until she's sobbing for release.

No, I never thought I would feel this way about an employee, and yet, here I am. Making the same mistakes I have judged others for.

But there is no going back.

There is no stopping until I have tasted her lips, sampled those perky tits, and licked up her honeyed arousal with my tongue. Tonight will end with my cock buried between her legs and my seed trailing down her thighs.

"Come here."

She walks forward without missing a beat and steps between my parted knees. I grab her chin and tip it up, dropping my mouth until it is inches above hers, but I don't kiss her. She makes a low whining noise at the back of her throat, her breath puffing out and softly brushing my lips. It's so darn erotic, it's nearly sinful just how perfect the moment is.

Her body vibrates with the need for my touch, practically begging for me to give her what we both desire.

"Sir," she whimpers, and fuck, the word will never sound the same out of her lips again. Every time she calls me sir, I will always think of this moment.

"Say it again!" I demand roughly, sliding my hand up her jaw to her nape before spearing my fingers through her thick hair and grabbing a fistful.

"Please, Sir ."

Fuck!

With a loud growl, I seal our mouths together in a hard kiss. She opens with a whimper, grabbing my shirt as she leans up to meet my lips. Her fingers curl in my shirt as I lick into her mouth, coaxing out her tongue before diving in and losing myself in her soft texture. Her intoxicating taste.

They are addictive, her lips, and I find myself seeking more of her. I tighten my fingers into her hair as I kiss her, pouring all my need and hunger into her mouth until we're both out of breath. Her sexy lips are swollen from the kiss when I look down at her and her eyes are glassy.

Lord above, she undoes me. By simply existing, she wrecks me to the core.

"I am going to fuck you," I tell her, wedging my knee between her thighs, pressing it against her clothed pussy, and she gasps at the friction it creates. "But first, I am going to suck your stiff little nipples between my lips until they're aching before licking my way down your body. Once I have licked every inch of this pussy, I am going to lay you on my desk and fuck you so hard, you'll still feel me inside of you when you show up to work tomorrow."

"Oh, yes," she cries out, rocking her sex against my knee and no doubt staining my custom-made Tom Ford suit with her arousal, but I can't bring myself to care about that. All I can do is watch her with undiluted desire.

Mine , comes the unbidden thought.

I lock our mouths back together with a low groan, twining her tongue with mine in an erotic dance, dragging our lips together until we're both panting for breath. I break the kiss to trail my mouth down the perfect slope of her throat, tipping back her head for better access to her perfect skin, and I am not surprised to find myself addicted to this. Her taste and scent.

To the way she reacts to my kisses.

Everything about this girl is intoxicating, and I can't get enough.

Before Sandy, I never put much stock into sex. It was never this mind-numbing feeling that left me powerless. I was always in control and never let my cock override my thoughts. Sex was a means of relief with both parties uninterested in anything but their own pleasure. It was purely physical, and there were no lingering feelings once it was over. I always sought cold, indifferent partners who, like me, only wanted a momentary release before each of us going on their way.

There is nothing cold about Sandy, and it's becoming clear that I have deluded myself into thinking that I have control. I don't have any control. Not a shred of it.

I can't stop this even if I wanted to, and every little noise that she makes pierces into my soul and imprints on my brain. The thought of possessing every last inch of this girl and marking her as mine is the most dominant in my head.

No, I have no control. My ever-smiling assistant has all the control.

Mine!

This time, I don't fight the unbidden thought. It's not so unwelcome when it's slowly becoming obvious that Sandy is indeed mine. At least she's about to be.

"Want you," I rasp against her skin, kissing a trail down her neck. My body draws taut with need when I dip my head and lick at her rosy buds, groaning deeply at her taste before closing my mouth greedily around her pebbled nipple.

"Oh… Sir !" she cries out, a shudder racking her body as I suck lightly at her nipple before pulling back to smooth my thumb over her damp bud. I shift my attention to the other nipple, licking at the bead as I rub my thumb on the first until they're both sensitive and she's trembling in my arms.

Fuck, I can't wait any longer. I need to taste her pussy.

With a rough growl, I grab her waist and lift her onto the desk, sending files flying off the surface and to the floor, but neither of us pay mind to that. "Lie down for me," I say hoarsely, and she does so, her hair splaying across the surface.

I have imagined her laid down on my desk so many times, but all the images I created in my head don't live up to the real thing. She is exquisite. Words don't come close to describing how fucking gorgeous she looks.

Or the things she's doing to me with her quick submission.

I spread her legs open, almost shooting on the spot when eyes connect with her sodden panties. The wet spot is practically molded to her slit, and…she's perfect. Every inch of her is perfect, and so is her reaction when I rub my thumb over the wet fabric. Her lips part on a gasp, and she jerks at the contact.

"How long has your pussy been this way?" I rasp, rubbing circles over her panties and watching them grow more damp by the second. "Tell me."

"W-when I first walked into your office," she heaves, her eyes drowsy as she tries to move her hips and drag her pussy over my thumb, but I move it away, causing her to whine.

"I hadn't even touched you yet."

She blinks up at me. "You didn't need to."

Fucking hell!

I slide my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and yank them down her legs before tossing them away. I don't linger further, my eyes on her wet sex and mouth watering with the need to taste her. I slide my hands under her supple ass and draw her to the edge of the desk before going down on my knees. I rest her thighs on each side of my shoulders and bury my face between her legs before she can relax in the new position.

I breathe in her sweet, peachy scent before sliding my tongue through the wet valley of her sex, moaning roughly as her sweet and tangy taste explodes on my tongue…and I want more. With a deep, guttural growl that sounds almost inhuman even to my own ears, I bury my tongue into her sex, lapping up her arousal with such feral need. Her back arches off the table when I stiffen my tongue and work her swelling clit with fast strokes.

"Oh… Oh my God… Mr. Hile!"

Sandy sobs and her hips move restlessly as I bathe her sex in long licks. The broken sounds she makes only work to fuel me, and I crave her release more than mine.

I trace my hand blindly up her body and find her tits, fondling the supple weight in my palm before pinching the beaded bud between my fingers. I tease her nipples even as I drag my eager tongue between her feminine lips, lapping up at her sugary arousal until her pussy starts to quiver.

She's close.

Her breathing grows ragged when my mouth closes around her swollen clit and sucks lightly, slowly adding pressure until she's sobbing, climaxing against my tongue. She rocks her hips against my mouth with a whimpered moan, painting my chin and jaw with her orgasm. I lick at her pulsing sex, drawing out her orgasms until she falls backward on the table, still trembling from the climax.

I climb to my feet and run my eyes greedily over her body, taking in her flushed tits and glassy eyes. Laid down on my desk, she looks so fucking beautiful it sends my heart drumming in my chest.

Mine!

I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her up flush against me. Sandy wraps her legs around me when I step between hers, but when I go to unzip my pants, her hands beat me there.

"Let me, Sir," she whispers, her small hand cupping my cock over my pants. It's a test of wills with how I almost spill on the spot. She tugs down my zipper and slips her hand into my boxer briefs to grab my dick.

"Goddamnit!" I grit, clenching my jaw when she pulls me out and starts jerking my cock in unpracticed moves. Long streams of precum drip down my shaft, wetting my cock, and she uses it so slick her strokes. It's awkward, the shy way in which she strokes my cock, and from the little surprised noises she makes when it jerks in her palm, it slowly becomes evident that she's never touched one before. Her inexperience is obvious and it only turns me on more.

Sandy shuffles closer to the edge and brings my cock to her pussy, except now that it's there, she has no idea what to do with it. "I'm ready, y-you can put it in," she whispers nervously, and I would find the whole thing funny if my balls weren't threatening to burst.

A virgin? Am I even surprised that my bright and innocent assistant is a virgin?

"Let me," I say, closing my hand around her much smaller one and tightening it around hers to show her how I like it. Her lips drop to my neck where she leaves small kisses, and that sends me over the edge. My muscles tighten and my abdomen strains painfully before releasing in pleasure. I come with a rough growl, spilling hot, thick come all over our joined hands and her naked pussy. I stroke myself faster, unloading the rest of my seed all over her sex in heavy spurts.

Finally marking her as mine.

Her head drops against my shoulder, but neither of us says a word as we lie in a tense silence, filled only by the sound of our heavy breathing.

I wait for the regret to hit me, but it never comes.

I don't think of the consequences of my actions, and all I can think about is when I'm going to have her next. This girl is my assistant. Someone who works for me, and as such, is forbidden, but we've crossed that line already.

There is no walking away from this.

What I need to know more than anything is whether or not she regrets it.

"Sandy," I say, my tone much softer than I've ever used with anyone before.

"Pizza," she whispers into my shoulder. "I really want pizza right now. I feel like I could eat an entire box by myself."

Right.

"What kind?"

"Pepperoni," she hums. "Hmm, with extra cheese."

I guess we're not going to talk about it today. It can wait. "Let's get you cleaned up and then order that pizza for you."

She lifts her head from my shoulder and beams at me, that blinding smile sucking all the air—or whatever I had left—from my lungs.

She's different. I knew this from the second she stepped into my office, and now I know that there is no getting rid of her. That window has already closed.

Sandy Beck is mine!