9. Beth
9
BETH
T he air between me and Mr. Caldwell was so thick with chemistry I could cut it with a knife. I waited for him to answer my question, but words never formed on his lips. His hand cradled my cheek gently, thumb brushing over my bottom lip as if he was considering what I'd asked. This morning when he told me it was a bad idea and it couldn't happen again, I fully agreed, but my lack of self-control led me right back to this situation.
I stood there inches from him as my heart thudded against my ribs wondering if I wasn't digging a hole for myself. I definitely wasn't using this as an opportunity to get on his good side. I wanted this job so badly, but the temptation to lean into this attraction we had for each other was so overwhelming I couldn't resist. I knew what people would say—what they were already saying. I had just never experienced this strong of an attraction to anyone before.
He leaned down with his eyes open, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on my eyes as he kissed me softly. It was so gentle, almost so faint I could pretend it hadn't happened. But when my fingers touched his side, they popped and sizzled like static electricity. I swallowed hard and waited for more, and it was torture.
"It's such a bad idea," he said quietly, and I almost whimpered in disappointment. I knew it was a bad idea, but I didn't want to stop. And it wasn't because I just wanted sex. It felt like he held part of my soul within him, that somehow by indulging, by being physically intimate with him, my soul would feel complete. Like part of me was missing and he held the fullness of who I was.
"You don't have to…but I really want you to." My soft whisper made his expression soften. His lip ticked up in the corners and his eyes scanned all over my face. I knew what he was thinking—sexual harassment suit, potential scandal, woman using sex to work her way to the top. I needed to put his mind at ease, and mine too. Rachel tried to tell me that he was going to pursue me for sex, but just his hesitation now told me that wasn't true.
He continued to scan my face, staying just far enough away from me that I wasn't touching him, but I could feel the heat of every breath on my skin. I whispered, "We could pretend you're not my boss…I'm just a woman you met somewhere…"
I swallowed the knot forming in my throat, waiting with bated breath for his response. I would feel rejected if he asked me to leave, but I'd understand. I knew it would make things awkward at work, but maybe he was right. Maybe it would be for the best after all. I was almost ready to close my eyes and pull away when he spoke, and it made my entire body ignite.
"What fun would that be?" His tongue flicked over his bottom lip and he smirked at me. "If I tell you to kiss me, would you take that as an order?"
I fought back a grin and tried to stay serious, but I could tell he was leaning into this. I'd never done role-playing, but I suppose this wasn't role-playing at all. He really was my boss; I really did have to take orders from him.
"I'm sorry, sir. Please don't fire me. I'll do anything you want." My hand slid inside his suit jacket along the thin material of his shirt. I felt the corded muscles under the fabric and wished my fingers were tracing along his flesh.
His mouth crashed down on mine, his tongue invading me like he owned every part of me. I moaned into the kiss, my hands gripping his sides as he pressed me backward until my back was against the cool glass of the window. I let him devour me, sucking the breath from my lungs as I hungrily pulled at his shirt, untucking it. He was part animal, greedily consuming every ounce of energy I put into this, and I let him.
My head arched backward, giving him space to bite and suck on my neck. I found the buttons of his untucked shirt and started undoing them, and he put one arm around my waist and held me there. His other arm was extended, palm splayed on the glass above my head as he bit down on my collarbone and growled against my skin.
"Is this okay, sir? Do you want me to undress you like this?" It was so racy and wrong, and I was dripping wet for him.
He pulled back and smirked down at me, his chest heaving. "It's okay, but I'd rather you were undressing yourself. I want you naked, on my desk, begging for me. Now."
My heart raced as I stared at him, trying to figure out if he was serious. This was so far out of my comfort zone, but the way I could still feel his teeth on my skin, the way he looked at me like I was prey. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him everything he wanted tonight.
Slowly, I began to undress, teasing him by unbuttoning my blouse one button at a time. The tension in the room was palpable as the fabric slid down my arms and pooled at my feet. Then I reached behind myself and unzipped my skirt, letting it slide down my legs. My lace bra and matching panties were all that remained, and I bit my lip shyly before hooking my thumbs into the sides and sliding them down even slower. He watched me in silence, his eyes never leaving mine.
I started to step out of my heels, but he clicked his tongue. "Leave them," he said.
I smirked and walked to the massive mahogany desk that dominated the room. I climbed onto it, planting my knees on the cold surface, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the cool air on my heated skin as I propped myself up on all fours, ass in the air, and looked over my shoulder at him. "Is this what you want, sir?"
He stalked toward me, his pants tented with arousal as his eyes raked over my naked body. "No," he growled, his voice guttural and primal. "I want to see your pretty pussy begging for me, Ms. Reid."
Before I could protest, he reached up and hooked his fingers around the elastic waistband of my panties and pulled them down around my knees. I gasped at the welcome intrusion, shocked by how dominant he was after having been so hesitant for so long. And when his hands gripped my thighs and spread me open, the look on his face was sheer lust.
"My God, you're wet…" Mr. Caldwell ran a finger down my folds, then brought it to his mouth to suck.
"That's because you make me so hot, sir," I breathed, my cheeks flaming but my desire for him overshadowing any shred of modesty I might have had left.
"Well then, I'd better not keep you waiting," he purred, unzipping his pants to reveal his hard dick. He stroked it a few times and said, "Touch yourself, Ms. Reid."
I grinned at him as I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit. It was so sensitive already because this whole thing was so spontaneous and felt so forbidden. Anyone could walk in at anytime. We could get caught doing this, so maybe that was it, or maybe I just really got that turned on by him alone.
"That's it, baby," he groaned, taking himself in his hand and stroking along with me. "Slow and steady."
I moaned as I continued to rub myself, my eyes locked on his face as he watched me with ravenous hunger. One hand was on his dick, the other still gripping the back of my thigh watching my actions. I was a little self-conscious of the fact that my butt was in the air and the windows had no curtains, but fourteen stories up in the air, I figured no one could see in. It wasn't like I was pressed against the window still.
"Finger yourself," he grumbled, and he didn't have to ask me twice. I pushed my fingers down over my clit and into my entrance, rubbing my G-spot. It felt good, but it would never get me off. I needed him inside me, or at least him touching me.
"Please, sir …"
"Please what?" he growled out, his voice thick with arousal.
"I want you inside me, sir," I panted. The ache between my legs was growing and it made me feel greedy and desperate.
"You'll have to beg for it, Ms. Reid." He smacked my butt cheek hard, and I winced but it wasn't totally unpleasant. "Turn around," he ordered.
I flipped over, my legs dangling off the side of the desk as I propped myself up on my arms. My palms splayed against the cool wood, and I spread my legs for him. I wrestled against my panties, still around my knees, and he tugged them off. "My God, I want you inside me so bad."
He grabbed my hips and slid me closer until the tip of his dick was nestled at my entrance. "Oh God, yes," I moaned as he slid in just an inch or two then pulled out. The feeling was glorious, but just enough to tease me, not enough to take the ache away yet.
"Say it again," he demanded, gripping my hips harder. "Say you want me."
I whimpered, arching my back toward him and preparing for him. He plunged himself inside me all the way to the hilt, filling me so completely that I gasped with pleasure. All I could think about was getting him inside to put this fire out and feel the rush of pleasure as my coil snapped, but he hesitated. Tiny pulses from his hips taunted me as he stared down at me looking apprehensive.
"I don't have a condom," he mumbled, but that was the last thing on my mind. I didn't want to get pregnant, but to stop now would be torture for both of us.
"Just pull out?" I suggested. I reached for his hip on one side while keeping myself propped up, and he sighed hard.
"My God, Beth, you drive me insane, pushing the envelope. You're a naughty little minx." I could see the desire in his eyes, and I loved it. It was a hungry lust that I knew he was having a hard time controlling.
"I should've said, you can pull out, sir." I smirked at him and rocked my hips, feeling him slide up and down my wet slit. It only made me want him more.
"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" he grumbled, but there was a smile on his lips as he started to move inside me. Slow at first, then picking up speed until all I could focus on was the feeling of him in me and the way we fit together like two puzzle pieces.
"Oh God, yes," I moaned as he hit my G-spot and I clenched around him.
"You like that, Ms. Reid?" he growled, slamming into me harder now. I could feel my climax building in the pit of my stomach, and it was exhilarating.
"Mmm yes, please more…"
"Lie back," he ordered, and I listened, and as I did he pulled my hips until they were almost dangling off the side of the desk. Then he guided each of my legs one at a time, until they stuck straight up, shoes resting on his shoulders. He reached around them and with one thumb rubbed my clit. I felt powerless, but the position was so good I was on the edge in seconds. I clung to the edges of the desk as he drove me toward orgasm.
The coil inside my body tightened down low in my core, and I knew I was getting close. "Oh God, I'm gonna…"
"That's it," he growled, pumping into me even harder. His other hand came down on my ass with a stinging slap that sent me over the edge.
"Oh! Mr. Caldwell!" I screamed out my release as he continued to thrust. I lost it, convulsing and clenching. The spasms had my body arching off the desk and twitching, and all I could do was reach for his wrist and pray he never stopped. I managed to open my eyes and see him watching me, which was strangely erotic and made the orgasm intensify, and I held that position until the waves began to fade, and his thumb moved away from my clit.
His shirt hung open, pants now hanging loosely around his hips and thighs. His thrusts slowed to a gentle pace, but he wasn't done.
"You like being on my desk, Ms. Reid?" he growled.
"Y-yes, sir," I panted, my whole body still trembling with aftershocks.
"You like my cock inside you?" This man wasn't at all what I thought. I expected something tame and vanilla, and the way he spoke to me now felt like he was an uncaged beast. It made my body so hot for him.
"Oh my God, yes…Don't ever stop," I purred. He slid out until he was almost out of me, then back in slowly until I felt the head of his dick press against my cervix. Each slow, purposeful stroke made me want more.
"You like that, do you?" he growled, and I could hear the strain in his voice as he fought for control. Good, at least I wasn't alone.
"Mm-hmm," I moaned and arched my back as he slid in even deeper this time.
"You're so tight," he groaned, and I felt him throb inside of me. He was close too, and that only made me want it more.
"Oh God, please …"
"Please what, Ms. Reid?" he growled, his voice so deep it sent shivers down my spine.
"I want more…Do it again," I whimpered, and it made him grin, but I was dead serious. I wanted to come again and again. I never wanted him to stop this.
When he pulled out, I whined. "No…"
"Hold on." He smiled at me as he let my legs go and reached for my hand. As he helped me off the desk he stroked himself. "Now bend over it." He guided me until I was bent over the desk right where I had been lying. The chill had been replaced by warmth from my body heat, and I wished it was still cool. His hand pressed against my back, and I pushed with my tiptoes to arch my hips up, rocking my pelvis to meet his thrust.
He slid his dick up and down my crack until he found my entrance and slowly thrust in. "That ass in the air is so sexy." He smacked it again and I gasped. "Makes me want to claim that hole too."
"Oh my…" I moaned, pussy clenching around him. "Please, Mr. Caldwell."
"You're going to come again, aren't you?" he growled, and I could feel his cock twitch inside of me as he spoke. "Like a good girl?
"Oh God, yes …"
"Say you're a good girl. Say you're my good little sexy minx." He smacked me again as he started thrusting, then gripped my hips and I clenched my jaw and whimpered.
"I'm … oh God … I'm …" The intensity was building.
"Say it," he ordered, and I gripped the edges of the desk again. I was so sensitive, I didn't even need his thumb on my clit this time. I started to come and he growled, "Say it while you come."
"I'm … a … good … girl," I gritted out as the convulsions claimed me.
He kept thrusting, grabbing my hips and pulling me against his body as his thighs slapped against mine from behind, and I took every thrust in pleasure.
"That's it, Ms. Reid…Oh yeah," he growled, and then he grunted. He exploded inside me, and I felt the warmth of his seed fill my core as my orgasm ripped through me like lightning. Then he pulled out, leaving my pussy contracting and my body spasming as his dick unloaded on my backside. I felt the heat there and for a moment, I didn't let it register that he hadn't pulled out in time.
When the waves of pleasure started to subside, they were replaced by tension and mild fear. He had come inside of me and I was so desperate to have him I hadn't even questioned him. I was so lost in my stupid lust for him I let this happen.
The silence in the room was deafening. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I tried to catch my breath. Slowly, I stood up and reached for my panties.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mr. Caldwell asked as he buttoned his pants.
I froze and took a deep breath. "I…I need to go home, sir."
He grabbed my wrist before I could walk away and turned me around so we were eye to eye. "Beth, look at me."
I looked into his eyes, but I couldn't read them. They were the same crystal blue color, but now they seemed warmer, softer. He cupped my cheek again and I felt sudden shame wash over me. I had sex with my boss because I had no sense of self-control at all.
"Are you okay?" he asked, and I bit my lip and nodded. I felt odd standing here naked in front of him now when just seconds ago I had no qualms about it at all.
"I, uh…yeah…" I swallowed hard and thought of the cum draining down my inner thigh and what just happened. How had we both lost control like that?
"Let me help you," he said. He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a box of tissues. When he handed me one, he smiled and I felt even more awkward.
"Thank you, Mr. Caldwell," I said, as I took the tissue and wiped myself clean. He took another one and wiped where he'd blown the rest of his load, and I felt embarrassed.
"I think you can call me Will now." His chuckle felt comfortable and warm, not at all like he was feeling as awkward as I was.
I picked up my panties and put them on. It was difficult so I ditched my shoes and straightened my bra, then walked over to get my skirt and blouse. His eyes trailed along my every movement as he slowly buttoned his shirt and tucked it in, and when I was dressed and I returned for my shoes, he took me by the waist and held me in place.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked with a tone of concern. His eyes searched my expression again but this time for a different reason. I felt like he cared.
"What just happened?" I blurted out, then continued. "I mean…What's going on between us?" I wanted to let go of this anxious insecurity, but I was a bundle of nerves now. Now that the crazy chemistry and lust had passed, I felt like I was an idiot for flirting with him and letting him do that to me. I loved it, but the shame I felt told me it was so wrong.
"I'm not sure, but I'd like to find out," he said with a grin, and he cupped my cheek.
"Am I going to get fired?" I winced at my own question, but it was valid. Just this morning he told me this couldn't happen. We couldn't do this.
"When I told you that you were the best thing that's happened to this company, I wasn't blowing smoke, Beth. I can't fire you. We need you here." He backed away and picked up my shoes, handing them to me. "But I do think we should keep this—whatever this is—to ourselves for the time being. I know how people will talk, and I'd hate for it to affect your reputation."
His concern was genuine, and it touched my heart. I nodded as I picked up one foot then the other and slid my heels on. His words brought a smile to my face, though inside I was still a little torn. Yes, I had his support and apparently he liked me, but people were already talking. I'd just gone and given the rumor mill exactly what they wanted. It'd be almost impossible to hide the chemistry between us now, and I'd have to work twice as hard to keep myself in check.
"So…Should I call you tomorrow?" he asked as he straightened his tie, and I grinned.
"Only if you want a booty call." I winked at him and he chuckled.
"See you Monday, Ms. Reid." The way he said my name made me melt inside. I loved it, though I did love it when he called me Beth too.
"Goodnight, Mr. Caldwell," I purred, emphasizing his last name as a point. Will and Beth—it had a nice ring to it, even if he was almost twenty years older than me.
I left the office feeling giddy, but I knew it would be a joy I had to enjoy alone. Rachel would never let me hear the end of it. But that didn't mean I couldn't be happy. I'd let it play out, and if things got serious, I'd tell her. For now, it was my secret. One I would fall asleep dreaming about.