Chapter 11
“Ms. Smith! My office now!”
Jane straightened her skirt and pasted a smile on her face before walking toward Luke’s office. She paused with her hand on the door handle. God, she did not want to go in there. The day had started fine. Luke was distant but perfectly polite, and he’d not mentioned Saturday night. She had found it a little disappointing that there wasn’t even a hint of his lust when he looked at her, but she reminded herself fiercely that it was for the best.
However, as the day wore on, Luke became increasingly impatient with her. Just before lunch, he snapped at her about a missing email and then was pissed off with her when she took too long to get his lunch. He was in a meeting from one until two, and he hadn’t even looked at her when he returned. He had stomped by her desk, staring at his cell phone before slamming the door to his office.
“Ms. Smith!”
His angry shout got her moving, and she opened the doors and slipped inside.
“Shut the doors,” he said.
Her stomach flip-flopped, but she shut the doors and gave him a bland smile. “What can I do for you, Mr. Dawson?”
“Amy’s latest drawings are missing from the computer system. Last week, I asked you to ensure the scans were on the F drive.”
“They should be there,” she said. “I remember moving them over.”
“They’re not,” he said impatiently. “I’ve wasted the last half hour looking for them.”
He scowled at her, and her temper snapped. “Then you should have asked me earlier.”
She stomped across his office and stood beside him before pushing on his shoulder. “Move, please, Mr. Dawson.”
He huffed angrily but rolled his chair back. She stood in front of him and used the mouse to click on the F drive and locate the files. It took her less than a minute, and she tried to keep the irritation from her voice. “The files are right here.”
There was no reply, and she looked over her shoulder. Her face flushed. She was slightly bent over his desk, and Luke was staring intently at her ass.
“Mr. Dawson.” God, why was her voice suddenly so hoarse?
“Yes, Ms. Smith?” He didn’t raise his gaze from her ass.
“I said the files are right here.”
He rolled his chair forward, his knees hit the back of hers with enough force to buckle them, and she fell backward into his lap. His arm descended around her waist like a steel band, stopping her from scrambling away.
“Mr. Dawson, you’re acting,” she paused, “inappropriately.”
His hand tightened on her hip as he leaned forward and studied the computer screen. “I’m working, Ms. Smith. You’re the one being inappropriate and rubbing your ass against my crotch.”
“I am not rubbing my ass against your…”
Shit. She was, indeed, rubbing her ass vigorously against his erection.
He groaned into her ear and cupped her right breast, kneading it gently as he tasted the side of her neck before inhaling. “You smell so good, Jane.”
“We said we weren’t going to do this again.” Her voice was unsteady.
“You don’t want me?” He unbuttoned her blouse with deft fingers and slipped his hand inside the cup of her bra.
“You’ve been a jerk all day and – oh God!” She couldn’t stop her moan when his fingers tugged on her nipple.
“I have been a jerk,” he murmured into her ear. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.”
“H-how?” She arched her back when he pulled on her nipple again.
“I think a transgression as egregious as this requires a pussy eating as an apology. Don’t you?”
“Oh hell, yes,” she said before she came to her senses and shook her head. “I mean, no.”
“No?” He sucked on her earlobe before sliding his hand to her other breast and playing with her nipple. “You don’t like having your pussy eaten, Ms. Smith?”
“It’s not appropriate.” She ground her ass against his dick. “We said we wouldn’t do this again.”
“No, we said we wouldn’t fuck again,” he said. “I don’t remember anything about pussy eating.”
She opened her mouth and then shut it as he grinned at her. “Come by my house after work, and I’ll eat your pussy until you feel I’ve adequately apologized for my behaviour today.”
Oh, God. Her panties were so wet she was afraid she was going to leave a damp spot on her skirt and his pants. She wanted desperately to say yes. She wanted to forget about what a terrible, horrible, no good idea it was to sleep with her boss and go for it. Only, she had responsibilities, and as much as she wanted Luke, she couldn’t go to his house tonight. She had a shift at the club and couldn’t miss it.
“I can’t,” she said. “I have plans.”
“Your second job?”
She stiffened, and he squeezed her breast before rubbing her thigh with his other hand.
“How do you know about that?” She asked.
“Amy mentioned it to me.”
Now, he would ask her what club it was, and she would have to lie to his face. There was no way she would tell him what club she worked at. He’d fire her for sure. He surprised her when, instead of asking her where she worked, he said, “I guess I’ll have to apologize right now.”
He had her legs spread, and his hand stuck up her skirt before she knew what was happening.
“Stockings,” he said appreciatively as he stroked the top of her thigh. “Very nice, little Jane.”
She flushed and tried to close her legs, but he was faster than her. His hand cupped her pussy through her silk panties, and he rubbed at her clit through the wet fabric.
“Oh God,” she moaned as she squeezed the arms of his chair. “Mr. Dawson, we cannot do this in the office.”
“You’ve left me no choice,” he murmured. “Since you can’t come by tonight, I have to apologize here.”
“The weekend,” she gasped out as his finger slipped under the crotch of her panties and rubbed at her clit. “You can apologize on the weekend.”
“I can’t wait that long,” he said. “I don’t think you can either.”
“I can,” she whispered. “I – I can wait until…”
She made a low groan as Luke slid his finger into her.
“Don’t lie to me, Ms. Smith,” Luke said as he slowly finger-fucked her. “You need your little pussy eaten right now. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said shakily. “Yes, please, Luke.”
He withdrew his hand, and she made a whimper of need. He nipped at her neck before pushing her into a standing position. She stopped him when he started to push up her skirt.
“The door,” she said. “We can’t do this – the door is unlocked.”
He reached into a desk drawer and brought out a small silver remote. He pushed the top button, and there was a low click as the doors locked.
“Problem solved.” He pushed her skirt up around her waist and tugged her panties down her legs. “Lift your foot.”
Like she was in a dream, Jane lifted first one foot and then the other. Luke left her panties on the floor, and she whimpered with pleasure when he kneaded her bare ass.
“Such a beautiful ass,” he said before lightly biting her right ass cheek.
She squealed, and he laughed before squeezing her ass. “Quiet, Ms. Smith.”
“Maybe you should stop biting me then,” she said.
He laughed again before standing. He moved his laptop to the far left of the desk, pushed his phone to the far right, and then patted the shiny space on his desk. “Hop up, Jane.”
She blinked at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“You have a better idea?” he asked.
“Yes. The damn couch.” She pointed to the leather couch in his office.
“Maybe next time,” he said. “This time, I want you spread out on my desk while I eat your pussy.”
“There won’t be a next time.” She stared at the locked doors. “We can’t do this again. If we get caught – ”
“Don’t scream when you come, and we won’t get caught.” He turned her to face him and boosted her onto his desk. He unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way before pushing her bra up around her collarbone. He stared at her breasts, then leaned down and sucked on one throbbing nipple.
She moaned and clutched at his head as he nipped and sucked before pulling away. She pouted at him, and he grinned before pushing her flat onto her back. “As much as I’d love to take my time and kiss every inch of your sweet body, little Jane, I have a meeting in half an hour. You’ll have to be happy with a quick but satisfying pussy eating.”
She blushed, and his grin widened. “God, you’re so fucking adorable. Remember – no screaming my name when you come.”
“Someone’s full of himself, isn’t he?” she said tartly as he removed his suit jacket and tie. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of it before draping it over the back of his office chair. “I never scream, and I’m not about to start now in your office where anyone could – oh God!”
Luke had spread her thighs wide and buried his face in her pussy. Her hips arched, inviting him to lick her harder and deeper. He obliged, sucking on her already swollen clit as her hands clutched his head and pushed him into her. He teased her clit with his tongue as she moaned.
He lifted his head and slapped her lightly on her nylon-clad thigh. “Quiet, Ms. Smith.”
“Luke, don’t stop!” she said in a fierce whisper.
He grinned at her before tracing the top of her thigh high with his fingers. “Who’s the boss here?”
She scowled at him and pulled on his hair. He winced before bending his head and kissing her flat abdomen. “I love the way you taste, little Jane.”
“Please.” Her tone turned to begging, and she wasn’t the least bit ashamed.
He trailed kisses along the bunched-up waistband of her skirt before pushing on her thighs again. “Nice and wide, honey.”
She let her legs drop open to an obscene width. She no longer cared that she was lying on her boss’ desk with her bare ass smudging his desk and her juices dripping onto its shiny surface. Just a few seconds of his mouth on her pussy had sent her lust into overdrive. It was never like this with Jeremy, she thought dimly as Luke kissed her inner thighs before licking the crease between her thigh and her pussy.
“Please,” she repeated.
He took pity on her and parted her wet pussy lips with his thumbs before licking and sucking on her clit again. To her surprise and shame, she was immediately on the verge of coming. The muscles in her stomach tensed, her nipples tightened, and her back arched again when he nuzzled her clit with his mouth and then sucked firmly. She barely had time to throw her arm over her mouth before she was screaming and coming all over Luke’s face.
He held her down and pressed soft kisses against her inner thighs as she moaned and quivered against his desk.
“Do I need to point out that you screamed, Ms. Smith?” he asked.
“A gentleman wouldn’t,” she mumbled. “Apology accepted, by the way.”
His low laugh sent shivers down her spine. She knew she should be sitting up, she was sprawled across Luke’s desk in a very unladylike position, but her entire body was still trembling, and she felt weak and disoriented. She cracked open an eye when she heard the foil wrapper. Luke’s pants and briefs were around his ankles, and he was rolling a condom onto his dick.
“What are you doing?” She tried to sit up, but Luke grabbed her calves and hauled her forward until her ass was on the edge of his desk.
“Luke! We can’t have sex in your – oh God!”
Her voice cut out, and she made a low squeal of pleasure as Luke sunk his dick deep into her wet core.
* * *
Luke hadn’t meantto fuck her. He really planned on only eating her sweet pussy until she screamed his name. But she looked so fuckable sprawled out on his desk, and his cock was rock hard and begging him for mercy. He had rolled on the condom and plunged himself into that tight warmth he’d been dreaming about since Sunday.
Her squeal of pleasure made his balls tighten, and he held her hips as he thrust deep and bottomed out in her. She was just as tight as Saturday night, but being eaten out had made her soaking wet. She clutched at his forearms, her hips reaching to meet every one of his strokes despite her small murmurs of protest.
She hooked her thighs around his waist, squeezing tightly as he moved in and out with hard strokes. He rubbed her thighs, feeling the soft rasp of her nylons against his hands as she stared up at him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she moaned.
“I have to prove I can be better than very nice,” he muttered.
“That – that was a compliment,” she gasped when he made two rough thrusts.
“Very nice is not a compliment,” he said with a low groan.
She made a low cry of pleasure when he rocked his body against hers. “It is.”
“Agree to disagree,” he gasped out.
He was already on the verge of climaxing when she whispered, “We have to hurry.”
“Sadly, that won’t be a problem,” he said before squeezing one firm breast. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled on it. She moaned, and her pussy tightened around him in response.
He swore under his breath before renewing his pace with a desperation bordering on embarrassment. He dropped over her, resting his hands on either side of Jane’s head and kissed her hard on the mouth. She opened to him immediately, and he deepened the kiss as he fucked her with a hard and steady rhythm.
“Fuck,” he muttered against her mouth. “You’re so fucking hot, Jane. You’re so tight and wet and…”
His back arched, and Jane clamped her hand over his mouth. He shouted into her palm as he climaxed deep inside of her. Panting loudly, he rested his forehead against Jane’s. Her warm breath washed over him, and she rubbed his back.
“You all right?”
“Fucking amazing,” he mumbled. “You?”
“Incredible,” she replied. He grinned at her and pressed a kiss against her mouth.
“Get up.” She patted him on the back. “We need to get dressed before someone catches us.”
He didn’t want to. He wanted to carry Jane to his couch, strip her naked, and spend the rest of the afternoon making her climax repeatedly. Instead, he forced himself to straighten and pull out of her warm pussy. He disposed of the condom and then helped her off the desk. She rearranged her clothing and yanked her underwear on as he pulled up his briefs and pants. He followed Jane’s gaze when she made a groan of embarrassment.
“Oh God, your desk,” she said. It was wet and shiny with her sweet cream, and her cheeks flushed bright red.
He shrugged. “I’ll grab some paper towels and clean it up.”
“And disinfectant,” she said so primly that he snorted loud laughter.
She wrinkled her nose at him. “You go to the bathroom and wash your face and hands. I’ll grab the paper towels and disinfectant.”
“You might want to fix your hair first,” he said.
She touched her hair. “What’s wrong with my hair?”
He grinned at her, and she hurried to his private bathroom. He heard her gasp of dismay from the desk. He walked to the bathroom and stood in the doorway, watching as she tried to smooth her hair.
“I look ridiculous,” she muttered.
“No. You look like you’ve just been fucked,” he said.
She glared at him and gathered her hair into a ponytail before pushing past him and snagging an elastic band from his desk drawer. She wrapped it around the ponytail and said, “We can’t do this again, Luke. Do you understand?”
“Not entirely,” he said with another grin. “Do you mean we can’t have sex again, or we can’t have sex at the office again?”
She paused and then said, “Both.”
“You hesitated.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
She huffed in annoyance. “I’ll be right back. Go get cleaned up before your meeting.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said before giving her a small salute.
She rolled her eyes and slipped out of his office. He returned to the bathroom and washed his hands and face before staring at himself in the mirror. Jane was wrong if she thought he could avoid her after this. The way she responded to his touch, the feel of her tight pussy was now an obsession.
Sleeping with your assistant is stupid and dangerous.
Yeah, it was. But it wouldn’t stop him from taking sweet little Jane every chance he got.
* * *
“Why are you so distracted?”
Luke stared blankly at Mark. “I’m not.”
“Bullshit,” Mark said. “You haven’t heard a word I’ve said about this quarter’s numbers.”
“I’ve heard it.”
“No, you haven’t.”
There was irritation in his best friend’s voice. It wasn’t like Mark to be irritated so quickly, and Luke said, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Mark said.
“Now who’s bullshitting?” Luke asked.
Mark rubbed his jaw. “I’m tired. I haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Why not?” Luke asked.
There was a knock on the door, and Jane stuck her head into the room. “Mr. Dawson? I have the documents you – oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were in a meeting.”
“It’s fine,” Mark said as he stood. “Luke, take a look at the numbers and get back to me by the day after tomorrow, okay?”
Luke nodded as Mark slipped past Jane and shut the office doors. He should have made Mark stay so he could find out what was wrong with him, but the moment Jane had walked into his office, she was all he could think about. He’d tasted her pussy and fucked her on his desk just yesterday, and already he wanted her again.
As she placed the documents on his desk, he tried desperately to think of a reason to keep her in his office. “Ms. Smith, there was a problem with the letter you emailed me earlier.
“What was wrong with it?” she asked.
“Errors, multiple errors,” he said.
She stared at him in disbelief, and he opened the document before rolling his chair back. “Come see for yourself.”
She hesitated, and he tried to look calm and indifferent about her decision. Truthfully, he was dying to get her close to him. He didn’t think it was his imagination that she’d been avoiding him today. But if he could touch her and kiss her soft mouth even once, maybe he could concentrate on his damn job.
She gave him a suspicious look before walking behind his desk. She kept her body straight and stared at the screen. He tried not to grin and failed miserably as he gazed at her ass. She might think not being bent over made a difference, but the way her skirt hugged her ass made him instantly hard.
“I don’t see anything,” she said.
“Third paragraph,” he said. Jane’s skirt ended just above the knee, and as she studied the screen, he slid his hand under her skirt and stroked her thigh. She stiffened and turned her head to glare at him.
“Behave, Mr. Dawson.”
“I am, Ms. Smith,” he said innocently as he nudged at her closed thighs. To his surprise, she shifted her feet apart as she turned her head to stare at the screen again. He caught a whiff of her body wash as he slid his hand up her inner thigh. She was wearing stockings again – God, that made him so fucking hard for her – and he stroked the soft skin of her thigh above the top of them.
“Th-there aren’t any mistakes,” she moaned.
“There are.” His hand inched higher. “Keep looking.”
“I don’t see any – oh, God…”
His hand had reached her panties, and she widened her thighs as he touched the damp fabric.
“Keep looking, Ms. Smith,” he said sternly as he ran his fingers back and forth over her panties. He pressed experimentally against her clit through the silk material, and she moaned before plastering her hand over her mouth.
She dropped her hand and said, “There’s one misspelled word.”
“Like I said, an error,” he replied.
“You said multiple errors.” She turned her head to stare down at him.
He shrugged and withdrew his hand. Jane couldn’t mask the disappointment that flashed across her face as she turned to face him.
“Regardless, I think there should be some punishment for your error. Don’t you, Ms. Smith?”
Her breath hitched, and her eyes dropped to the tented crotch of his pants. A slow grin crossed his face. He had planned on tasting her sweet pussy again, but now he had a better idea. She watched as he reached into the desk drawer and removed the silver remote. He locked the door, the click was deafening in the silence and waited for her to protest.
When she didn’t, he leaned back in his chair and said, “Remove your shirt and bra.”
She chewed at her bottom lip as she considered his demand. “Ms. Smith,” he prompted, “your punishment is not up for discussion.”
Her face flushed, and she unbuttoned her shirt before placing it on the desk. Her bra was white with a lace trim, and her nipples jutted against the silk fabric. He resisted the urge to stand and suck on them through the material. Instead, he cocked an eyebrow at her and made a lazy flicking motion with his fingers. “The bra as well.”
She reached behind her and unclasped it. As she pulled down the right strap, he said, “Slowly.”
She flushed but slowed her movements, easing the other strap down her arm before letting the bra slide slowly from her slender body. She placed it on the desk with her shirt and left her arms at her sides. He drank in the sight of her small breasts topped with delectable pink nipples. They were beaded into hard points, and he smiled at her. “Come here.”
He spread his legs, and she stepped forward until the outside of her thighs pressed against his inner thighs. Her lovely breasts were directly in his face, and she arched her back a little in silent supplication.
Unable to resist her plea, he slid his hands around her tiny waist and splayed them against her lower back before pressing a kiss between her breasts. She moaned, and he pulled her closer before licking a circle around her nipple. She made a soft sound of need, and he sucked hard on her nipple before releasing it and blowing on it. Her body shuddered, and he squeezed her ass before sucking on her left nipple.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
“Time for your punishment,” he said before kissing her nipple.
She shivered all over again, and he cupped her hips and pulled. “On your knees.”
She licked her lips and glanced behind her at the door before kneeling between his legs. He stroked her hair before smiling at her. “My pants, Ms. Smith.”
Her hands trembling, she unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She spread open his pants and licked her lips again when she saw his cock pressing against his briefs.
He pushed the front of his briefs down and freed his cock. The head of it brushed against Jane’s chin, and he groaned harshly. He cupped the back of her neck and tugged her head down.
“Open,” he rasped.
Her lips parted, and he groaned again when her tiny pink tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip.
“Open and suck my cock.” He kneaded the back of her neck.
“Yes, Mr. Dawson.”
“Fuck,” he muttered and pushed her mouth down over his cock.
She sucked hard as he smoothed her hair back from her face and gathered it in a loose ponytail. “Look up at me, honey.”
She stared at him as she sucked, and he smiled at her. “That’s my good girl. Keep sucking with that hot little mouth of yours.”
He reached down and cupped her breast before pinching her nipple. She squeaked in surprise around his cock, and he held her firmly by her hair when she tried to draw back. “No, honey. Keep sucking.”
Her nostrils flared with the effort to breathe as she sucked on the head of his cock. She traced around the ridge with her tongue and sucked again.
“More,” he said hoarsely. “I want you to take more, sweet Jane.”
She slid her mouth down his cock, her lips stretching around him, and his hand tightened in her hair as his hips thrust upward. Her eyes widened as he hit the back of her throat, and when she tried to pull back, he released her.
“I’m sorry, honey.” He petted her hair.
She stared wide-eyed at him before licking her swollen lips and plunging her mouth over his cock again. He groaned and held her head, pushing her mouth up and down his cock as she sucked and licked.
Her hands gripped his thighs as she leaned forward and bobbed her head up and down his dick. The feel of her hot, wet mouth around the thick length of his cock made his balls tighten. Christ, he wasn’t going to last much longer.
She sucked harder, and when her hand fisted around the base and stroked him, he nearly came in her mouth. He muttered a curse and pulled her away from his cock.
She whined in protest and tried to take his cock into her mouth again.
“Honey, stop,” he almost begged. “I’m close.”
She pushed his hand away and sucked him into her mouth again. He gripped the arms of his chair until his knuckles turned white.
“Jane,” he gasped, “I’m so fucking close.”
She released him with a soft pop and gave him a sweetly seductive smile. “I want you to come in my mouth, Mr. Dawson.”
She lowered her mouth over his cock and sucked hard.
“Fuck!” His breath exploded out of his lungs, and his hips arched up out of the chair as he came with a low, hoarse grunt. She swallowed his warm seed as he groaned with pleasure. She gasped in surprise when he pulled her mouth away from his dick and pumped himself with his hand, splashing the last of his seed onto her upper chest.
He stared at her, his chest heaving for air before leaning forward. He kissed her hard on the mouth, sliding his tongue in deep as he used his hand to smear his come onto her soft skin.
He pulled his mouth away and stared down at her. She studied her chest. “Why did you do that?”
He kissed her again, trying to ignore his caveman satisfaction at seeing his cum all over her skin. He lifted her to her feet and tucked his cock away before zipping up his pants and buckling his belt.
He took Jane’s hand and led her to his private bathroom. He filled the sink with warm water, and using one of the towels and the hand soap, he washed away the smears of sticky seed on her upper chest and breasts. He rinsed her clean and used a second towel to dry her before pulling her into his arms and cupping her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple and pressed a light kiss against her mouth.
“That was amazing,” he said in a low voice.
She smiled shyly at him. “I liked it a lot.”
“Me too,” he said. “So, I want you to know that I’m infection free. But I’ll show you my medical records, so you don’t have to worry.”
Jesus, he sounded like an awkward teenage boy.
She smiled at him. “I’m not worried, Luke.”
“Okay.” He kissed her again. “C’mon, it’s your turn.”
He led her out of the bathroom as she said, “Not a good idea.”
“Yes, it is,” he said. “Lie down on the couch.”
“I really can’t.” She pulled free of his grip and quickly dressed. “I’ve been in here too long already. You know that.”
He sighed with frustration. “Tonight, then. You can - ”
“I’m working tonight,” she reminded him.
He scowled. “I’m not the kind of guy who takes and doesn’t,” he paused, “give.”
“I know,” she said. “It’s fine, Luke. Really. Besides, we can’t keep doing this at the office.”
He didn’t reply, and she combed her hair with her fingers. “How do I look?”
“Good,” he said.
“Thanks. I’d better go,” she said.
“Jane - ”
“I have filing to do,” she said.
She hurried to the doors, unlocked them and slipped out of his office. He stomped over to his desk. He sat in his chair and swivelled around, staring out the window. He enjoyed having Jane suck him off, but if he’d known she wouldn’t let him give her pleasure after, he would have made damn sure she came first. He sighed again and turned around to face his computer. He needed to remedy what happened this afternoon.