Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Chase had told Josh to leave the glossies so we could look at them over lunch, and I tried to busy myself examining them as I stood at his desk. My eyes closed when he came up behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body and his breath on my neck, but not touching.
“You didn’t take off your panties like I asked.”
“Is that what you mouthed? I couldn’t make out the words.”
He inched closer. “Liar.” Grabbing one of my hips, he pulled me against him. “You want to know what I think?” he whispered. “I think you kept them on because you’re wet, and you’re trying to hide it from me.”
“I am not.”
“Only one way to find out.” Before I could respond, he’d lifted the back of my dress, and pressed his hand against the damp lace of my underwear.
My eyes closed. “Chase…”
He buried his face in my hair from behind, inhaling deeply, then wrapped it around his hand and tugged my head back. “You’re soaked. How long will you stay mad at me for bending you over this desk and fucking you, Buttercup?”
“We shouldn’t.”
“Your mouth says no, but your body is screaming yes.” Shoving everything on his desk to one end, Chase gently guided me down until my chest pressed against the cold wood. Following, he covered my back with his front, and his erection pressed against my ass.
I was fighting a losing battle, but wasn’t going down without at least one more feeble attempt. “What if someone comes?”
“That’s the point.” His teeth found my earlobe and bit down. At the same time, he lifted my hands over my head and wrapped my fingers around the other side of the desk, guiding me to hold on.
I tried again. “I don’t think I can be quiet.”
“I’ll cover your mouth with mine before you come.” Cool air replaced his body as he stood and unzipped his pants. One of his hands tore at my panties, and he hiked my dress up to expose my bare ass. He palmed it in his hand. “This ass. I can’t wait to take it. But not here. I won’t be able to keep you quiet when you have my cock in your ass and my fingers in your pussy at the same time.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his fingers pressed down on my swollen clit. He turned my head to the side, leaning down for a kiss, and I sighed into his mouth, murmuring his name as he rubbed his erection against my ass.
“Chase…” I was already on the verge of coming, and there was no way in hell it was going to be quiet.
“Okay.” He abruptly stood, and for a second I wanted to kill him—until I heard the loud tear of the foil packet. I looked back over my shoulder, and, I swear, if I hadn’t already been wet, I would have been after catching a glimpse of Chase. The condom package he’d ripped open was still between his teeth, and he was sheathing his fully hard cock using both hands. I was already weakened and shaky…it was a good thing I was leaning on the desk because my knees almost buckled at the erotic sight.
He wasted no time as he lined up the wide head of his cock and sunk into me.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned as he leaned over and again found my mouth. He kissed me long and hard without moving. Now that he was inside of me—that he’d brought me to the brink of orgasm with his fingers but not finished me off—I needed him to move. The feeling of him filling me from behind was incredible, but I needed that friction.
“Chase…can you….”
“Spread your legs wider. I need to be deep inside of you.”
I didn’t question him. I just widened my stance, opening myself up to whatever it was he needed. In that moment, I no longer cared that we were in his office, that he was my boss, what other people thought of me. The only thing I cared about was him. Him inside of me, moving the way I knew he could to make me feel…
“Chase—”
“Say it. Tell me you want me here. Right now.”
“I do. I want you. Please. Please move.”
I whimpered as he reared back and thrust deep. Pulling almost all the way out, he leaned down and angled himself to stroke upward, hitting just the spot, reaching new depths inside of my body. My orgasm didn’t take long to build again, and the second time it came at me with a vengeance—almost as if the first time I’d pissed it off not allowing it to thrum its way through my body. This time, it was going to make sure it was unstoppable.
My body began to shake as he pumped harder, faster, deeper.