1. Ophelia #3
He’s telling me. I’ve rushed into this bathroom on several occasions to clean myself up after making the mistake of wearing light-colored skirts to work, my wetness at risk of being visible.
Thankfully, I usually have a spare pair of panties in my purse, but I can never carry around backup dignity once that has been ruined.
There’s simply no way I can come back from this after acting this incompetent around a man more powerful than a 5G tower.
“Please wet the paper towels and come straight back so you can clean me up,” he says, glancing yet again at his watch. “We both have places to be.”
I rush out of the office with the towels, running them under the faucet when I reach the bathroom.
I glance at my reflection in the mirror.
All things considered, my makeup is still intact, my foundation standing its ground as the beads of sweat running down my brow work hard, trying to wash it away.
My cheeks are flushed pink, my eyes wide and radiant.
The bastard has turned me into a smitten teenage girl who’s obsessed with her crush, allowing it to take over her entire life.
That being said, Mr. Moretti is the only person I’ve ever had a crush on. It sucks that he has to be my boss. The only person I want is the only person I can’t have.
I finish wetting the paper towels, suck in a deep breath and reenter the office. Mr. Moretti is sitting behind his desk, his gaze shifting from the windows as he sees me enter.
“Please don’t dawdle, Miss Bennett.”
“Of course, sir,” I say, bowing my head obediently.
I walk toward his desk, grimacing as I come closer to addressing the elephant in the room. In my personal opinion, elephants are better left unaddressed.
“Is there a problem, Miss Bennett? Speak freely.”
“It’s just…” I bite my lip.
“Just what, Miss Bennett? We’ll be swimming in water if any more drips onto the floor. Please hurry.”
Very over exaggerated, but what says goes when it comes to this man.
I note the wet paper towels in my hand, knowing I need to get started, but one glance at his crotch tells me to abort this completely. If gossip spreads, this could be taken very far out of context.
“All due respect, sir, the coffee spilled in your lap.”
“Indeed.
“I think it would be inappropriate to clean you in this instance.”
“What is inappropriate about it?” Mr. Moretti tilts his head to the side, watching me carefully. “Cleaning the mess you made is necessary, Miss Bennett, not inappropriate in the slightest.”
“Would it still be necessary if, say, Robert spilled the coffee?” I bite my lip, playing a fucking dangerous game here by questioning Mr. Moretti. Never question the hand that feeds you.
“Robert is a lot more careful than you are,” says Mr. Moretti, his piercing eyes setting me on fire.
Wetness drips down my pussy as I glance at his crotch, my body wanting nothing more than to be penetrated, to be used, taken control of.
“Forget about everyone else for a moment, Miss Bennet,” he begins.
“Noise impacts our ability to make rational decisions a lot of the time. If I listened to the noise, taking other peoples’ opinions on board, disregarding my own, I would’ve walked down a very different path.
And you know where that path would have led me, Miss Bennett?
” He pauses, allowing me time to answer.
I shrug. “I’m not sure, sir. Where?”
“Into a contract working for someone else.”
I stare into his eyes, forgetting about desire for a moment. “What exactly are you saying, sir?”
“You listen to everyone else, you end up like everyone else,” says Mr. Moretti, studying me hard.
“I hired you for a reason, Miss Bennett, because you stood out of the crowd. Your ability to make decisions away from everyone else, challenging opinions, showing strong leadership skills, impressed me right from day one. But now you stand here dripping water onto the floor, hesitating as you allow the opinions of others to control your life.” He continues, his gaze boring into mine.
“Take a look around you, Miss Bennett. Do you see any people watching?”
I grind my jaw, my heart beating out of my chest. This is the first time he’s ever alluded to the idea of us breaking physical boundaries.
“The workplace is an entirely different world for a woman.”
Mr. Moretti bows his head modestly, understanding.
“Perhaps, but once again, Miss Bennett, you’re allowing yourself to be controlled by opinions, by external force, when everything you could ever possibly need is right here.
” He taps his heart, narrowing his eyes down on me.
“For the last time, please wipe this coffee from my pants. If you would prefer, I can fetch someone else, perhaps Sandra from HR?”
The son-of-a-bitch.
I scoff, shaking my head. This man is fucking impossible. But he’s also right. We’re alone up here, isolated away from the rest of the building. A key card is needed in order to access this top floor, which very few people possess. I’m one of the lucky few who has access.
Mr. Moretti won’t tell a soul, since he clearly values the work I do for him.
And besides, I still intend to hand in my resignation once we leave here. Even if gossip spreads, it’ll be too late. I’ll have another job, another boss.
I let the adrenaline take over, biting my lip as I go in with the paper towels.
Mr. Moretti sits behind his desk, legs spread out long beneath him. The bulge in his pants is obvious. My breath catches as I estimate his size, if he could even fit inside me, and how that might make me feel.
Sex is something I engage in casually to fill the time.
Sapphire and I go out on the weekends and hook up with guys, filling each other in the next morning.
The debrief is always more exciting than the sex as we laugh together, explaining in detail how our nights went.
The men we choose to date always overcompensate on the tongue, undercompensating on foreplay.
While I enjoy feeling chosen for the night, going back with a guy and sometimes getting an orgasm out of it, sex has never massively filled my cup.
Perhaps that’s because there’s never any lead up to it.
Adrenaline thumps through my body as I place my hands on Mr. Moretti’s thighs, crossing a line I’ve always known was there.
But I also have always wanted Mr. Moretti.
This was never about the fucking paper towels. Looking into Mr. Moretti’s eyes, reading his face, I allow my hands to drift, edging closer to the bulge.
My breath catches, my hands pausing at the tops of his thighs.
I pin him another look, his eyes shining the most radiant shade of green, giving me that fucking light to continue, to potentially fuck up my career.
I could have at least handed in my resignation first, waited to do this until the end of the day so we’re no longer legally bound in a contract, but Mr. Moretti wants this now…
And so do I.
This probably becomes boring the second he stops being my boss. The adrenaline comes from doing something unspeakable. There’s nothing taboo about two regular people having sex. The more boundaries, the more adrenaline. The higher the risk, the higher the reward.
“Feel free to raise those hands higher, Miss Bennett. You can touch me.”
“And what happens when I touch you, sir?”
“I suppose you’ll have to find out,” he says, his voice lowering an octave, scratching against the deepest part of his throat, causing shivers to run down my spine.
I curl my hand around his cock, feeling it tense under my palm. Mr. Moretti groans, his legs widening, hips shifting closer.
“Good, Miss Bennett,” he affirms as I add the second hand. Both are required.
I lean over him, aware that my ass is high in the air, my skirt riding up.
“Perfect,” he purrs in my ear as I move my hands up and down his shaft, massaging him through his pants.
“I knew your hands were good for other things,” he says, the leather chair squeaking as he sits back into it.
“Perhaps you can take a seat in my lap, Miss Bennett. You’ve been on your feet for quite some time. ”
Desire clouds my senses, a ball of fire forming in the very pit of my stomach. “Of course, sir.”
I back into him, my biology taking over. Perching on his lap, I find his cock again, teasing my fingertips over the length, enjoying the grunts that fall out of his mouth.
For a while, we remain like this, my back pressed into his chest, my pulse racing as his cock continues twitching in my hands, getting harder.
“Look at me, Miss Bennett. Let me see your beautiful face before I fuck you.”
Okay, so this is actually happening.
It should be illegal for those words to leave his mouth, and in that voice.
The hoarse tone of his voice makes everything feel sexual, even when he’s speaking about work, talking about things I don’t understand.
He carries authority, and that’ll always be hot.
He could say something vulgar, and I would unfortunately still find that attractive, wanting him to rip off my clothes…
Which he seems eager about doing now as I turn around, locking eyes with him.
“I know exactly what you’re thinking about, sweetheart,” he says, a mischievous smile toying with his lips. “You want to be fucked by your boss.”
“You’re insane,” I say, trying to play off my own desperation.
“No, I’m right,” says Mr. Moretti, the smile widening.
“I know what goes on in that head of yours when you sit in on my meetings. You think being at the back of the room keeps you safe. You think you’re invisible, letting yourself stare for long periods of time, assuming I’m not looking.
” He snakes his hand around the back of my neck, bringing our lips inches apart.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret, Miss Bennet— I’m always watching you.
Taking my eyes off you is impossible when you walk around swaying your hips, trying to keep things professional, your standards high, your chin held up…
. When I know all you want to do is ruin that perfect posture and be fucked by me. ”