She comes around, not happy about giving over her precious ledger. I swear that planner is the bane of my existence. But instead of taking it, I grab her by the wrist and haul her down into my lap.
“Prime!” She lands with an undignified yelp as I grip her hips to keep her in place. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Greeting my wife. Hello, darling.” I kiss the back of her neck.
“Okay, enough.” She wriggles and fuck, that feels good. “You’re trying to distract me.”
“Is it working?”
“Not in the—ooooh.” My hand moves down her thigh, the other slipping up to cup her breasts. “Prime… uh…”
I kiss her neck again. “How about now?”
“I don’t… you shouldn’t…” She’s breathless, her heart racing. I feel it as I caress her beautiful tits over her thin dress shirt. Her nipples stiffen, fighting against her bra.
“Did you leave the door open?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
My fingers slide between her legs. “What a terrible decision.”
“You can’t…”
“Ican’t? Or you don’t want me to? Those are very different things, love.” I reach up her skirt and stroke her.
“Oh shit,” she groans, leaning into me. Her knees part and give me more space to move. I stroke her again, teasing her nipple. “I shouldn’t?—“
“But you want to.”
“Prime!” She snaps her knees shut. “Did you hear that?”
“Only your imagination.”
But she’s already getting up, straightening her skirt. She hurries to the door, looking afraid and flustered, her cheeks bright red. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. My dick’s raging hard and all I want in the world is to bend her over my desk and fuck the life out of her. In all the time we’ve been working together, I’ve never once felt this way, like if I didn’t get to fill her and ruin her and feel her tight cunt stressing around my big dick, I’d break to pieces in my own damn pants.
Fuck, what am I doing to myself? I only started this to keep her mind off David.
Now my heart’s hammering and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted like this before.
She shuts the door and turns to face me, back against the knob, as far from me as she can get.
“Don’t do that again,” she warns, eyes shining with desire. She smooths her shirt. “We can’t… you know… in the office. Not if I’m going to keep working for you.”
“You’re not saying you don’t want me to touch you.”
“We can’t, okay? No, seriously, you make all the jokes you want, but you’re still my boss and our whole relationship is business. If we start… complicating things…”
“You want complicated. Come sit back in my lap and find out how much I want it too.”
“Stop.” She jams the heel of her palm into her forehead. “Shit. This is stupid.”
“I want to hike that skirt up and spank your pretty ass until you?—“
“Prime!” She groans, shaking her head. “Could you please stop it? If you don’t want to talk about your meeting with David, say so, you don’t have to do this… whole…thingto keep my mind off it.”
I let out a low, rumbling snarl, and stand, leaning over my desk. “I want to fuck you, Deanna, not because it’s convenient or useful… but because every time I get near you, it’s like my skin’s on fire and my nerves are finally waking up.”
Her mouth hangs open in shock. I doubt anyone’s ever spoken to her like that before, but I say what I want and I don’t bullshit. If I want to fuck a woman, I tell her, and she can decide if she wants it too.