Seventeen | Ethan
Seventeen
Ethan
The day flew by faster than I had expected, and I was feeling the pain of being late to the office this morning. I had missed several important phone calls, and I had Garrett breathing down my neck for the report I had told him I would have over to his secretary by noon. Needless to say, I had yet to get that done either.
I hadn’t expected to run into Eva this morning, especially at Hyde and Wilson, of all places. While I had been there to meet with the lawyer Brent had asked me to check in with, I was also there to meet with their Director of Human Resources. I hadn’t told Regina or Garrett about the meeting and knew that they would try to talk me out of going. But when I found out that Cora had filed another sexual harassment lawsuit against another lawyer at their firm, I couldn’t stay away. I needed to know what happened. There was a lot at risk with the lawsuit she had filed against me. Most importantly, I was afraid of the impact it might have on my relationship with Eva when she found out what I was being accused of.
It was almost two when my stomach started growling, making me realize that I had forgotten to eat today. Kate had checked in briefly earlier to see if I needed her to order food, but I had been distracted and shooed her away before I stopped to think about it. I glanced across the hall to Eva’s office and noticed the granola bar on her desk. From the looks of it, she hadn’t eaten yet, either.
On the computer, I opened an instant message box and typed in her name, waiting for the chat box to load. There was this sudden feeling of giddiness running through me as I watched her, waiting to see when she got the pop-up notification of a new chat message from me.
Me: Have you eaten lunch yet?
My fingers hovered over the keyboard, waiting for her response. From the corner of my eye, I saw her look over at me, but I didn’t turn to look at her. Instead, I kept my focus on my computer screen and pretended like I was busy. A smile played on my lips when I watched her turn her attention back to the computer, her hands typing. She uncrossed her legs and shifted slightly in her chair before crossing them again. I loved that her desk was open at the bottom, which allowed me to see her beautiful legs during the day when she was sitting at her computer.
Eva: I had a granola bar. You?
I thought about replying with the truth—that I desperately wanted to crawl under her desk and eat her. But I didn’t.
Me: Got too busy. Completely spaced it.
I watched as the dots appeared in the chat box as she typed her response.
Eva: You do seem a little distracted today. Sorry if I contributed to that this morning.
I tapped my fingers on the keyboard, debating what to reply with.
Me: Distracted would be an understatement.
Eva: Why? What’s happening? Can I help?
Me: I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of your sexy legs every time you uncross them.
I waited for a few seconds to see what she was going to say when I felt her eyes on me. I turned my head slightly, feeling the heat of her gaze from across the hall. I reached up and loosened my tie as the temperature in the room suddenly rose. Eva pushed her chair back and looked down before glancing at me one last time. She pulled herself back to her computer and fucking uncrossed her legs again, painfully slow this time.
Eva: I wasn’t aware that you could see under my desk. My apologies.
I felt a low chuckle rumble out of me.
Me: I should be the one to apologize for wishing that there was more to see.
This time, she didn’t turn to look at me as the dots started bouncing in the chat bubble as she typed.
Eva: What exactly would you like to see?
I didn’t waste any time responding.
Me: Your beautiful pussy.
I glanced over and watched the blush that crept up her neck to her cheeks. I was thankful that she chose to wear her hair up so I could see the way her body reacted to me. I was even more thankful that she had decided to wear a short, silky black skirt with thin black heels. She turned slightly in her chair to face me, her eyes quickly shifting to look down the hall. I had no idea what she was planning to do, but it was the middle of the day, and Kate was sitting right down the hallway at her desk.
Eva: I don’t think this solves your lunch dilemma, but here you go.
She slowly spread her legs open, bracing her feet to the side in a position that lifted her skirt enough to give me a view of the thin black thong that was covering her.
Me: That’s a fucking sexy view, but it would be even better without the panties.
I knew the moment that the chat was received in her office by the expression on her face. She lifted her finger to her lip and bit it before standing up and walking over to the side of her office that was out of view. A few seconds later, she came back and sat down before opening the drawer beside her. She glanced at me briefly before closing it and returning her attention to her computer.
There were no dots bouncing, indicating that she was typing a response and I felt myself starting to worry that I had crossed the line.
Suddenly, she slowly turned her chair, facing me again. She looked up and locked eyes with me as she uncrossed her legs and spread them, showing me her beautiful, perfectly waxed pussy. I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to storm over and close her door before fucking her on her desk.
She leaned back in her chair, legs still spread, as she slid the keyboard in front of her. Her eyes stayed glued to me for a few seconds before she looked away and typed something.
Eva: Happy?
Was I happy? Fuck yeah, I was happy. And horny. And a bunch of other things that you could probably use to describe the seven dwarves of erotica. But I wanted more.
Me: Happy. Horny. My balls are bluer than the sky.
Me: I would rather be in front of you, on my knees, tasting you.
Eva: I wouldn’t complain about that, but I think we need to discuss proper nutrition if you think this is lunch.
Me: I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Eva: Promises, promises.
Me: Trust me, baby, I can deliver.
I felt the pressure as my dick strained against my trousers, desperate for a release.
Eva: Is that so?
Me: I don’t recall you having any complaints from the three times I’ve fucked you already.
Eva: True, but you’ve yet to go down on me. Just saying there could be room for disappointment...
Me: Do you remember how good my tongue felt as it ran across your neck when I fucked you from behind in the closet at the club?
Eva: Yes. I remember it frequently...
Me: Imagine that I’m running my tongue along your slit, slowly licking every inch of your pussy.
Eva: Imagination isn’t the same...
Me: Okay. Fair enough.
Me: Let’s do a quick little test, shall we?
Eva: What is it?
Me: I bet that I can make you come without even touching you.
Eva: I seriously doubt it.
Me: Deal or no deal, Eva.
Eva: Fine... Deal.
I rubbed my hands together as the excitement pooled through me.
Me: You have to do exactly as I say—got it?
Eva: Got it.
Me: Don’t sound so enthused.
Eva: I just know you’re going to lose, and I already feel bad for you.
I let a laugh slip out as I looked across the hallway and stared at her. She looked over, a smug smile on her face as I raised an eyebrow at her. She had no idea who she was playing with. Game. On.
Me: Take your finger and slowly touch yourself.
I watched as she read the words, her body stiffening in response.
Me: Now, Eva. Slide a finger inside of your pussy.
Her shoulders rose and fell as she let out a long breath before casting a glance at me. Her hand slowly moved under her desk and brushed against her thigh before it hesitated by her pussy. I could see how nervous she was that I was watching her, and it turned me on even more. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the leather chair, spreading her legs open even more to slide a finger along her slit. My dick twitched as I watched her body react to the sensation of her touch, knowing that she was fully aroused.
Me: Good, now stick another finger inside.
Her eyes flickered open as she read the message. She didn’t bother looking my way before doing as I asked and slid another finger inside. My eyes were fixated on her hand as she fingered herself under her desk while I watched.
Me: Now, tell me how wet you are.
She kept her fingers inside, working them in and out of her pussy while she reached over and typed with the other hand.
Eva: So wet...
Me: Good. I can’t wait to see your face as you come for me in a few minutes.
Eva: We’ll see.
Me: Take your finger and slide it up to your clit. Rub those juices all over it.
I leaned back in my chair, thankful that my desk was fully covered in the front so no one could see as I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. It was hard as a fucking rock, my hand working up and down the shaft as I watched her rub her clit. I continued to stroke myself with my left hand so I could type with my right.
Me: Rub it harder, Eva. Rub it as you think about how hard my dick was as I plowed into you from behind against this window.
My orgasm was close, the pressure building as I watched her and thought back to us fucking in my office. Her eyes were trying to stay open so she could read the messages, but I could tell her orgasm was close as well by how she was straining to focus and pay attention.
Me: Rub it for me and imagine the guy who was jacking off while watching us fuck. I bet he wished he could be in front of you while you took his big dick down your throat and I fucked you from behind.
Her eyes closed after she read the words I had sent, her fingers rubbing her clit quickly while her other hand roamed up her body and caressed her breast. I watched the way her body shifted, and her hips bucked as she lifted off the chair, her orgasm ripping through her while she tried to stifle a moan. Her face looked beautiful, her lips parted, and her mouth opened as she came undone in her office. I closed my eyes as I came under my desk, gripping the edge of it tightly while my other hand finished me off.
Me: Told you.
I leaned back against my chair as my breathing started to even out. I had a mess to clean up, but thankfully, there was a bathroom attached to my office, and no one would notice if I changed pants, given I typically wore black slacks.
Eva: It was worth it...
Me: I’ve never been so jealous of your fingers as I am right now. Lick them and tell me how good you taste.
Eva: Come over here and do it yourself. Unless you’re afraid you won’t be able to control yourself...
Me: I think we both know that the whole office will know that we’re fucking if I come over there and lick your fingers, Eva. There is no control when it comes to you.
I hadn’t meant to say that to her, but when she looked at me with longing on her face, I knew she already knew. We were damned either way.
Eva and I avoided each other for the rest of the day with neither of us bothering to stop and actually eat lunch. By the time I had a few minutes free to eat something, it was already time to head home. I walked out of my office at the same time as Eva and noticed her cheeks flush with color as she lowered her head and tried to avoid looking at me. I struggled to keep the smile off my face but found it nearly impossible as I replayed the images of what had happened earlier.
We stood in the hallway, waiting for the other to go first but neither of us bothered to move. Finally, I said, “Hey, about earlier—”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, sticking her hand up to stop me.
“I don’t want you to be embarrassed about it.”
“I’m not,” she lied as she laughed nervously. “Okay, I am. But not as much as I thought I would be.” She gave a little shrug as she held her purse down in front of her and kept her head lowered.
“Well, that’s good to know.” I chuckled, feeling relieved that this wasn’t as awkward as it could be. The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel uncomfortable or embarrassed about what happened. Hell, if I had my way, I would have shut the entire office down for the day so I could have pleasured her the way I wanted to under her desk.
“I’m starting to think that you’re a bad influence on me,” she teased as we started walking down the hallway to the main elevators. I glanced at Kate’s desk and noticed that she was already gone for the day.
“It’s only a bad influence if it has a negative impact,” I said matter-of-factly. “But given how relaxed you look, I would say there was no negative impact.”
“What am I going to do with you?” She sighed playfully, stopping suddenly when we walked into the lobby.
A woman was standing by the wall with her back turned toward us. I didn’t know if anyone had helped her yet, and it seemed unlikely that anyone would be expecting a client this late in the day. I was about to ask if I could help her when she turned around and ran a hand over her swollen stomach, an evil grin on her face as she watched my reaction.
“Cora?” I asked in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”
“I think we need to talk,” she said, rubbing her bump. “Privately.”
Her tone was sharp as her eyes cut to Eva.