Chapter Five
Noah
The weekend with Lilly had been good, but she was wilting a little.
“I’m worried she’s getting sick,” I said to her teacher when I dropped her at school. “Please keep an eye on her and let me know if something’s up.”
“We will,” Mrs. Kramer said to me. She was the kind of woman that I was sure every parent wished for when it came to childcare, and I walked away, assured that Lilly was in good hands.
When I arrived at the office, Elena was already there.
“I’m never going to beat you to it,” I said.
Elena smiled at me, and it brought out her evergreen eyes. “It’s my job to be here before you,” she said.
I couldn’t argue with that. It wasn’t seven yet, and we were both in my office, the only employees in the building aside from the night guard that would change shifts with his replacement at eight. The offices were like a sleeping beast, curled around us, shielding us from the outside world, from reality.
Elena walked to my desk and leaned over a notepad she was writing something on. I had a perfect view of her ass. It was round and firm, larger than Hollywood deemed perfect, but I liked that in a woman. With the stick models, I was also scared I would break them when I was too rough.
She wore a pencil skirt that went down to her knees. A slit split the fabric perfectly up the middle, only a few inches but it was enough for me to want to run my hands up it to see how far I could go.
“Gerald let me know we could send in a photographer for the campaign,” Elena said, looking over her shoulder. I looked up at her, but she’d already caught me staring. I felt like an idiot, shuffling my weight from one foot to the other, but she turned and leaned against the table, her ass on the edge, fingers curled around it. It pulled her shoulders back and pushed out her breasts. The white blouse she wore stretched across her chest, the buttons straining to hold it together, and I wished they would give up the fight.
I was grateful for my suit coat that would hide the roaring erection in my pants.
“How’s Lillian?” Elena asked. Either she was ignoring the sexual tension, or she didn’t feel it. I glanced down at her chest again, beautifully on display. I was willing to bet she was ignoring it. She couldn’t not feel it.
“She’s okay,” I said. “The playgroup I send her to is amazing.”
Elena smiled, and I wondered how I could make small talk when all I could think about was fucking Elena.
“Are you ready for this meeting?” Elena asked.
Work. Right. We had to stick to the plan, to do what we’d come here for. I nodded. “I think so,” I answered. “I have to admit that the investor’s meeting on Friday made me nervous about how well the public with receive the product.”
Elena shook her head. “Get rid of those thoughts. The product is great. I saw the beta test reviews myself. They’ll love it.”
I nodded. I hoped she was right. The company and its dive toward rock bottom fought for attention in my mind, pushing away the lust and dirty thoughts.
“Will Mr. Thompson join us for this one?” Elena asked, referring to Doug.
I shook my head. “No, it’s the executives that lead with the ideas for the campaigns. We need to approach this topic right for the investors, so I wanted to get them in to discuss the ideas we brainstormed.”
Elena nodded. “Pity, Mr. Thompson keeps things light.”
She was right. Doug knew how to make everyone laugh even when stress levels ran high. But this was bigger and more serious than Doug could ever be.
“How was your weekend?” Elena asked after we went through some files in silence together.
“It was good. I took Lillian to the movies, and I bought her a new dress. Something about an ice princess that everyone loves. Elsa?”
Elena laughed. “I hear it’s all the rage. She’s one of the newest Disney princesses.”
“Well, apparently now so is Lilly,” I said.
Elena’s face softened. “You’re a good dad,” she said and warmth spread through my chest. There were so many days I asked myself if I was doing the right thing, playing the parenting game right, doing right by Lilly by being a dad and a mom. She had Diane to look up to, but it wasn’t the same as having a real mom.
“What about your weekend?” I asked.
“My friend got engaged,” Elena said.
“Congratulations,” I said. Elena smiled and thanked me. I could see she was excited about the idea of a wedding, but the thought of it left a bad taste in my mouth. I thought about Cheryl when I thought about weddings, and I didn’t associate marriage with happiness.
Elena seemed to pick up on the mood in the room and cleared her throat, changing the topic. This was why I liked having her around. She could read me in a way no one else had ever been able to.
“What do you want me to do with this?” Elena asked, walking to me where I stood behind my desk. She walked around the desk so we were on the same side and handed me a piece of paper. It was a tech list of faults, one of the first tests.
“File it in case we need it,” I said.
Elena nodded. I was suddenly aware how close we stood to each other, that there was nothing between us. I looked down at Elena, and from my angle, I could see into her blouse without breaking eye contact. It was a peripheral gift. My eyes slid to her lips, and they were round and beautiful. My dick stood at attention in my pants again, ignoring that Elena was my secretary and the one person I shouldn’t have been thinking about fucking.
My thoughts muddled and I stopped thinking altogether.
“Elena,” I breathed. I didn’t know if she was going to answer or what she would have said because I dipped my head and closed the gap between her lips and mine.
The kiss was electric as it had been before, but this time there was no reason for me to stop. We were alone. I knew she wanted this as badly as I did – the kiss, at least – and it turned urgent in no time at all.
I pulled Elena against me, my arms wrapping around her body. I felt her breasts against my chest. I slid one hand lower on her back, over her ass and squeezed it. My tongue was in her mouth, and I kissed her so deeply, pouring my desire into that kiss so that when I broke it, she was left panting.
Her eyes were the color of precious stones, and her lips were slightly parted. Her cheeks were flush, pupils dilated, and I wanted to push my cock between those lips, see her looking up at me with eyes that looked like they belonged in a fairy tale. But I wanted to please her more than I wanted her to please me. I took a step back, pulling Elena with me and sat down in my office chair. I pulled her closer, and she hitched up her skirt and straddled me. Her skirt rode up her thighs to allow her to spread her legs, and it was so fucking hot.
I ran my hand up her thighs, feeling the stockings, the lace edge where they ended, and the garter belt she wore to keep them up. God, a garter belt. It took self-control not to take her on the spot.
With both my hands on her ass, her legs beneath the hovering armrests, straddling me, I pulled her against me, grinding my dick against her crotch. I was hard as steel, my dick straining for release. Her pussy rubbed against me, and it didn’t matter that her underwear and my pants were in between. I ground myself against her, looking her in the eyes as I did.
Elena gasped as I did, her breath leaving her mouth in erratic intakes and exhales. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she tipped her head back, exposing her neck to me. I didn’t wait to be invited twice. I dove into her neck, my mouth pressed against the skin that was soft and smooth, and I nibbled at it, kissing, sucking only long and hard enough to give her goosebumps and not leave a mark.
Her breasts were heaving and falling below my face, and it didn’t take me long to move my way down her neck to her collarbone. My hands found the buttons on her blouse, and I undid them in a hurry as if her breasts were going to disappear if I didn’t get them out soon enough.
When her shirt was open I gawked at her bra – white lace that looked crisp against her caramel skin – before pulling the cups down. Her breasts spilled out, nipples erect and pointing at me, begging for attention. And who was I to refuse? I cupped one breast with my hand, her nipple hard in my palm and I squeezed it, massaging it. I sucked the other nipple into my mouth, and I relished in the moan that escaped Elena’s lips as I did so.
I sucked on her nipple, rolling it around in my tongue, running my teeth over the hard nub and eliciting different sounds from her mouth. Her other breast was a weight in my hand, larger than one handful, and I tugged at the nipple and squeezed the mound.
When I switched from one nipple to the other, I slid the hand that had been on her breast down her body and between her legs, pushing the material of her skirt out of the way. I cupped her pussy. The lace material of her panties, which I was willing to bet matched her bra, was soaked.
“God, you’re so wet,” I said, looking at her. Her eyes opened, and she turned pools of desire to me. It turned me on. I had to have her. I had to taste her, to touch her, to fuck her.
With ease, I lifted Elena and planted her on her legs. I pulled the shirt I had unbuttoned off her shoulders and unzipped her skirt so that it dropped to the floor. I pulled her panties down, and she helped me so that the panties were gone but the garter belt remained. She stood in front of me in her bra, her stockings, and her heels, and she looked like a wet dream. She was like a model from a porno, but she was better because she was real.
I picked her up and she was light as a feather. She was small, her breasts and ass voluptuous, but her waist and legs small and delicate. I laid her out on my desk. She lay on papers and the desk calendar, and I didn’t care if we made a mess of it. Her thighs fell open for me, and her hair was spread over my stuff. I took a deep breath, and I could smell her scent. It damn near made me come in my pants.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I said.
She looked at me and gave me a cheeky smile. “What are you going to do about it?”
I flashed her a devilish smile before diving between her legs and closing my lips around her pussy. She produced a muffled cry as I flicked my tongue over her clit, making her squirm. I held onto her hips, my arms beneath her thighs, and I tickled her clit, licked up and down her slit and fucked her with my tongue. When I sucked on her clit, she cried out again, and I created a rhythm where I alternated fucking her with my tongue with sucking on her clit.
It didn't take long before I coaxed an orgasm out of her, and she shuddered on my desk, closing her legs around my head so that I was trapped between her legs. I licked her until she bucked against my face, not able to stand it anymore.
When I let her go, she was breathing hard on my desk, her cheeks and the skin on her breasts flush. I glanced at her naked pussy, glistening with my saliva and her sex, and it was too much for me to handle without doing anything else.
I unzipped my pants and pulled them down with my jocks to my hips. I pulled up my shirt and crawled onto the desk. My dick was hard, aching with how hard I was, and I pressed it against her entrance. She was wet and open and eager. I pushed into her, splitting her apart as I entered her, and she moaned long and low as I slid in all the way to the hilt.
“God, you feel good,” I grunted. She felt so much better than I’d imagined. And I’d thought about it many times. My face was right above hers, my arms planted on either side of her head. For a moment it flashed through my mind that we were doing something very dangerous. I hadn’t locked my office door, and anyone could walk in. There was no way we could cover this one up. We were fucking on my desk.
I didn’t let the thought linger for long enough to do something about it. I shoved it away and pulled out of Elena only to shove myself back into her. She moaned, the sound gliding out on a breath of air as I punched into her again. Her tits were still out of her bra, pushed up and put on display, and with every thrust, they jiggled beneath me. I wished I could suck on them at the same time as looking at her face to see her reaction. I settled for looking at her face as I pumped into her faster and faster, fucking her harder. Her breathy moans turned into cries.
“Hush, babes,” I said in a throaty voice. Elena tried to swallow her moans, realizing how loud she was.
It was all we said for a while as I fucked her on my desk, pushing her closer and closer to another orgasm. I could see it in the way her eyes became glazed and her eyebrows knit together in a sexy frown.
When she came, her body contracted around mine and I felt her pumping me to come, but I was still fighting to hold back. I did everything I could to hold out. I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet.
When she calmed down, I pulled out. She moaned in protest, but I climbed off to stand on the floorand tugged her toward me so that she was on the edge of the desk. I stood, grabbing onto her thighs and pulled her close enough that I could slide back into her. Elena leaned up on her elbows and looked at me as I thrust into her again. I held onto her thighs and started fucking her. The desk bit into the floor, moving fractions of an inch at a time. My office was filled with hushed moans, the scrape of my desk on the floor, and the slap of flesh on flesh as I slammed into her.
She was getting close to another orgasm, and I was building up to mine, too. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I didn’t want to. The time was nagging at the back of my mind, and I wasn’t going to end this without finishing, too.
Before I knew it, I was orgasming. I pumped into her, emptying myself out, shoving myself deep into her. The motion pushed her over the edge, and she orgasmed at the same time in a rare moment where we were riding the exact same wave. This barely happened, even to people who had been together for years. It was so spectacular I became lost in the sensation, riding out the feeling of her body milking my cock and my balls tightening to deposit it all inside of her.
When we were done, panting and gasping, Elena sat up. I was still inside of her but rapidly softening, now.
“We have to get dressed,” she whispered.
I nodded, pulling out. I opened the top drawer and pulled out a tissue box. She had to clean up after what I’d done to her. I was surprised we hadn’t made a bigger mess of the desk.
I turned around to give her a sense of privacy while she took care of herself. When I was zipped up and tucked in again, my tie straight and blazer where it should be, I turned to Elena. She was getting dressed, too. She pulled on her blouse and buttoned it, pulling up the skirt and fastening the zipper. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at me.
“Is my makeup okay?” she asked.
I nodded. No one had ever looked better. The after-sex glow was the hottest thing a woman could wear.
“I have to set up the meeting room,” Elena said, looking at the time. “They’ll be ready for us, soon.”
I nodded, swallowing. She was up and running, efficient as always. I didn’t have an erection anymore, but I wasn’t recovered the way she was. She turned around and headed for the door, but I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back to me. I kissed her deeply, my tongue in her mouth, my breath in her lungs. When I let her go, she swayed slightly.
“I have to go,” she breathed.
I nodded and watched her walk toward the door.