Chapter 10
Sawyer
“So, you’re not my boss anymore. And on Friday you said you wanted to date. Your presentation is over, right? I can ask questions now?”
“Yes. We have time for questions. And no, I’m not your boss anymore. Yes, I still want to date.”
“Fantastic. Well, then if I no longer report to you, there are some things I’ve been wanting to say and do.”
“Feel free. The floor is open.”
We were standing close together now. The slide deck was still on the screen, but the rest of the lights in the office had turned off long ago.
Mark always kept his desk tidy. He didn’t like knick-knacks and things in his way.
It was just a glass top with his computer and a desk phone he never used.
The computer was near the projector, and the phone was missing.
Perhaps he had the same idea I did and had cleared his desk beforehand? I did like a man who could plan ahead.
I turned us around so that I had my back to the desk, and I hopped onto it.
“Fuck me over your desk, Mark.”
Mark’s eyes darkened, and he opened my thighs so he could stand between them. “You’ve been thinking about this?”
“For months,” I said. “Every day. Every late night. Every meeting. I’ve been a good worker for you, right? I think I deserve a bonus.”
He growled, then crashed his mouth over mine, swallowing the rest of my words. The kiss was hungry and urgent. His hands gripped my hips, and he pulled me closer to the edge. His hard length pressed against mine.
“You’ve been the best employee. They should make monuments in your honor. You’re fantastic, Sawyer.”
My face heated. From anyone else it would sound sarcastic, but from Mark it meant the world.
His lips went to my neck, but he kept talking. “You know me better than anyone. You anticipate my needs like no other. I lie awake at night thinking of ways I should praise you for your thoughtfulness, your attentiveness, and your delicious ass.”
“My ass?”
“Yes, it drives me wild.”
His hands made quick work of my pants. I helped him, kicking them off until they landed in a heap on the floor. My shirt was next. Mark retrieved supplies from his desk drawer. Of course he was prepared. That was so perfectly Mark.
“You planned this,” I said, half accusation, half admiration.
“I hoped,” he corrected, his fingers trailing down my chest. “There’s a difference.”
I pulled him closer by his tie, loosening it as I went. “Less talking, more action.” I tugged the tie loose and dropped it. Next went his shirt. When my hands went to his pants, he chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “So demanding. I like this side of you.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” We were both naked now, in his office on display for anyone to walk in and see.
I leaned back on the desk. The cool glass top was cold against my back, and I shivered.
Mark would warm me up in no time. I spread my legs, putting my body on display for him.
“Mark, I’m going to need you to show me how serious you are. ”
He grinned as his eyes roved over my body. “You really are absolute perfection. In all things. It should be illegal for a person as amazing as you to also look this good. So hungry for me.”
“I am,” I whimpered. I needed his heat. His hands. His mouth. Anything. More than that, I needed more of that praise he showered down on me.
His fingers found me then, preparing me with patience that had me squirming against the cool glass of the desk. Every touch was deliberate, calculated to drive me crazy.
“Mark, please. I need—”
“I know what you need, baby. I’ve got you.”
When he finally pushed inside me, I threw my head back with a groan that echoed through the empty office. This was everything I’d fantasized about and more.
“That’s it,” Mark murmured against my neck. “Let me hear you. There’s no one here but us. You make the prettiest sounds for me, pet.”
And I did. I let myself be loud, let myself fall apart under his touch, let myself have exactly what I’d been denying myself for far too long. HIs long fingers buried in my hole, massaging against my prostate until I was a whimpering mess.
Then they were gone, and I cried out with need. I reached for him, but he backed away.
“Not yet, pet. I want to be inside you when you come.”
“You were inside me!”
He chuckled. “Pet, I love your patience and your understanding, and right now you’re not being either of those things.”
Fuck, this man knew how to push all my buttons. I stilled. Letting myself relax. The orgasm that had been so close with now drifting away.
“That’s better,” he said as he rolled the condom down his length.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he said, positioning himself at my entrance. “Dreaming about having you like this.”
“Then stop making us both wait.”
He pushed inside slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch was perfect, the fullness exactly what I needed. When he was fully seated inside me, we both stilled, breathing hard. His eyes were shining as he looked at me.
“You feel incredible,” Mark whispered against my ear. “So tight. So perfect for me.”
“Move,” I begged. “Please, Mark.”
He started with slow, deliberate thrusts that had me gripping the edges of the desk. Each stroke hit perfectly, stoking the fire building inside me higher and higher.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Spread out on my desk like you were made for it. You’re so beautiful like this, Sawyer. So good for me.”
I preened under his praise, my body responding to every word. “Harder,” I gasped out.
Mark obliged, picking up his pace until the desk was shifting beneath us with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, punctuated by my moans and his grunts of pleasure.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
My hand flew to my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it, Pet. You look so pretty for me. Fuck your hand while I fuck you. Come for me.”
His words were my undoing. My release hit me like a wave, my whole body tensing as I came across my stomach and chest. Mark followed moments later with a groan, burying himself deep inside me as he found his own release.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, neither willing to move and break the spell.
Finally, Mark pulled out carefully and disposed of the condom. He grabbed tissues from his desk drawer—of course he had those too—and gently cleaned me up.
“That was...” I started but couldn’t find the words. “Not how I envisioned this day was going to end.”
He grinned. “The day isn’t over, pet. That wasn’t the end, that was just the beginning.”
He helped me sit up, then pulled me into a kiss that was softer than before, sweet and tender.
“Have I told you how amazing you are?” he asked.
My cheeks heated, and I knew the redness swept down my neck and covered my chest. “Not enough,” I said.
“Hmm. I’ll fix that.” Reluctantly, we separated. He handed me my clothes. “We should probably get out of here before the cleaning crew arrives. I want to take you home and we can do this same thing, but in a bed this time.”
“I can’t say no to that,” I said. “We have some details of this merger to work out, but I’m liking our odds already.”
He winked. “I agree.”
As we dressed, I couldn’t help but grin. This wasn’t how I expected my day to end, but I wasn’t complaining.