Chapter 7
Lexi
Mornings are always best, and I got to the office with my coffee in hand. The place was shuttered still, gray and empty, since it was only five a.m. The best time to get work done without a bunch of distractions like the phone ringing … and my new intern.
But just as I opened the blinds in my office, my eyes caught sight of someone.
“I don’t believe this,” I muttered under my breath.
It was Ryan. He was outside, working away in his cube. What in the world? I stormed out of my office, frustrated.
“You’re a little early this morning,” I said.
“So are you,” he replied calmly.
“Why are you here?”
His eyes looked innocent, that crystal blue drawing me in.
“Work. What else? I’m a little behind,” was all he said.
But I was angry now.
“What did I tell you yesterday?” was my rhetorical question, huffing a bit. “I said to make sure my mother wouldn’t get any funny ideas.”
“Boss, I didn’t do anything,” was his casual drawl.
“You looked at me enough to make her notice you,” I snapped. “Rowena could tell. She knew something was off.”
“I just looked over at you guys once,” he said, raising his hands in a mock defense. “You’re imagining things.”
But I knew I wasn’t.
“You don’t know how you were looking at me?” was my scoff. “Rowena could tell you liked me just by the way you looked at me.”
He rolled his eyes, making me want to slap him and kiss him at the same time.
“I’m not going to apologize for how I might look at you,” he said, getting up so he towered over my curvy, indignant form. “You’re a beautiful woman. People are going to look at you. You should know that”
“Not the way you were,” was my retort.
“Stop,” he said, holding his hands up. “Please just stop. You’re not making sense.”
But I was off the deep end by now.
“You couldn’t even do one simple thing I asked you to do!” was my shriek. “One simple thing!”
And as much as it pained me, I could tell that I was becoming turned on again. Simply having him this close to me was enough to drive me crazy. I tried to fight it.
“You seem perturbed,” he drawled, as if reading my mind.
“I should just fire your disobedient ass,” was my retort. “I suggest you leave and come back when work starts.”
Spinning on my heel, I turned to go back to my office. But heavy, masculine footsteps followed.
I turned back around to face him.
“Boss,” he began.
Full of fury, I slapped him across the face. He was stock still, big form looming as a mask of anger descended on those handsome features.
We both stood there, staring at each other for a moment, locked by an electric charge.
And then I moved, grabbing him by the hand and marching him into my office, before slamming the door shut. I closed the blinds with a furious snap, before violently ripping open his button-up shirt, exposing that perfect muscular form. Oh god, saliva filled my mouth. I needed this man desperately.
“Take off your pants,” was my panted command. Ryan’s blue eyes gleamed as he obeyed. I was wearing a skirt, so all I had to do was slide my panties down my legs. He kicked off his pants and boxers, revealing that long, thick cock. The man wasn’t hard yet, but I knew it wouldn’t take long.
“What’s the matter?” I taunted him. “I thought you came prepared.”
Kneeling, I put his delicious dick in my mouth for a few moments, licking and sucking to get him wet and stiff for me. I felt the shaft grow in my mouth to monster proportions which only made me melt inside.
Moaning, I put my hand up my skirt and began to play with my pussy. I sucked deeply on him while working my sensitive nub, rubbing myself so that juices began to drip onto the floor from between my parted thighs. I put him all the way in the back of my throat, gagging at the delicious length.
And somehow, the combination did it. I came while sucking his dick, my pussy spasming with my mouth filled with man meat. It was so good, shudders ripping through my sweetest spot.
But we weren’t anywhere near done yet. I popped him out of my mouth, that hard length glistening, and then climbed on top of the man, inserting his tip nicely into my wet pussy. Oh yes. A moan escaped my lips.
“You like that sweetheart?” he panted, pushing his dick in deep. I moaned again, my response delirious.
And then the real games began. I rode Ryan like a demon, sliding up and down that length, letting my pussy get so fucked. He threw his head back, that strong jaw clenched as I devoured his male form, unable to get enough.
Yet this was wrong. I’d never had sex in my office before, and certainly not with someone this ungodly gorgeous. It was taboo. It was wrong. It was so hot.
I felt myself begin to tighten around his shaft, and then tremors shook my pussy again. Oh fuck, yeah. Another orgasm shook my frame, and Ryan hadn’t even come once yet. I didn’t care, though; my intern had disappointed me with his inability to follow my instructions.
But Ryan gets his way too. He grabbed onto my head, pulling a handful of hair once he realized I’d climaxed. I bit my lip, leaning in close to him.
“Fuck me against the wall,” was my harsh pant.
He obliged, hoisting us up off of my desk and making for the closest wall. I was still connected to him, his dick deep inside the entire journey.
He slammed me against the wall, fucking me so hard that I could literally feel the entire office shaking. I ran my nails down his back, crying loudly and unapologetically, while wrapping my legs fully around his waist, loving the pound as my breasts bounced up and down.
He moved us over to the wall next the one we were destroying. As Ryan slammed his rod deep into my pussy, he began to kiss me. As I moaned, attempting to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t help but get wrapped up in it. While our lips kissed, our hips danced, knocking things over in all directions. I wondered if the floors below or above us could feel or hear the rampage going on.
He grabbed onto my ass and began to thrust harder and faster. We continued to kiss, even as we moaned with the sensuous loving. I rubbed my clit tenderly as he sped up, and then he grunted and let out a loud shout.
“Fuck!” was Ryan’s roar, the conquering lion ready to destroy. “Fuck shit fuck!”
I took his sweet cum in my eager opening just as my sensitive clit erupted in my third and final orgasm, pussy walls shaking deliciously.
Then the nightmare began.
The door to my office burst open and standing there was an employee named Helen, pudgy and unattractive. She was the type of person who wore brown sacks to work, even though we were a fashion magazine called Chic-Wise.
Shit, I thought.
What the hell was she doing here? The woman was also a kiss-ass who also happened to be my greatest rival. She’d been angling for the editor in chief position was I was promoted, and frankly, the woman never got over the slight. Her face went from shocked to satisfied, catching us in the act.
“Lexi!” she cried with fake astonishment. “What is this?”
“Get out!” was all I could manage, Ryan’s thick dick still buried in my folds. “Get out!”
She took her own sweet time.
“I’m sorry,” Helen fake apologized. “I just heard noises and didn’t think you were here. I thought maybe someone had broken in and was sneaking around in your office. I didn’t want anyone to be stealing from you. That would’ve been awful.”
“Helen, wait outside,” I said through gritted teeth.
She closed the door, beaming like a fucking Cheshire cat.
Slowly, Ryan withdrew, making me moan again despite the fact that Helen was right outside. His cock glistened, still pulsing and dripping from our session.
But I had to take care of business, looking around furiously for my lacey panties.
“Looking for these?” he growled, an amused grin on his face.
“Give me that,” I hissed, grabbing the thong from his hand before struggling into them.
“Aw sweetheart, you look beautiful without them,” was his amused reply.
“Shut up,” I whispered harshly. “We’ve just been caught, and you’re not worried at all?”
Ryan grinned, flashing even white teeth in the low light.
“Naw, boss. I know you’ll take care of it.”
And shooting him one last dirty look, I opened the door to the office and walked out as calmly as possible.
Helen was waiting nearby.
“That’s the new intern, isn’t it?” Helen smirked. “Brian?”
“Ryan,” I corrected her. “And don’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”
“You mean, don’t tell your mom?” she simpered.
“Yes,” I said between gritted teeth. “Please don’t tell my mom about what you saw in there.”
But Helen had caught me red-handed, and wanted to inflict some pain.
“Lexi, I’m sorry,” she said with a mock frown. “But, I have to inform Rowena. Fraternizing between co-workers isn’t allowed. You know that. Besides, interns here are up for potential jobs. It would be a major conflict of interest.”
“You don’t care about that, Helen,” I snapped.
Her look was one of feigned shock.
“Lexi, if I saw any superior having sex with an employee, I would report it,” she said. “It’s not fair, and it’s against company policy. We want to do what’s right for Chic-Wise.”
“That rule was implemented specifically for me,” I said angrily. “You know that.”
“I don’t know if that’s the case or not,” Helen said, smiling evilly. “Nonetheless, I’m not comfortable about what I just saw. You should have just disclosed your relationship to H.R.”
“We don’t have a relationship,” was my grim reply. “Because nothing’s going on.”
“Whatever it is,then. Lexi, either you need to tell your mom about the intern in your office, or I will. It’s up to you.”
I wanted to scream at Helen, but it would be pointless. The woman didn’t care what I said no matter what. I looked back at my office, stomach in knots. What were we going to do? Ryan was still inside … and yet the taboo act had felt so good.