He looked almost shocked as I uttered the words. Not quite as shocked as me, but still a little less calm and in control than he had been only a second earlier.

But it didn’t take long for the real Devon to return, and he stepped back and began to quickly disrobe “Tell me again, Nikki,” he said, his voice hinting that he didn’t have complete control of himself as he lowered his trousers.

I repeated the words, and the mere act of saying it again made me desire it even more. It seemed like I was trying to convince myself as much as him, and it was working.

I forced my shaking fingers to work as quickly as they could, shedding my disheveled clothes as he did the same. It was only then that I realized my shirt was unbuttoned with my bra pushed down below my breasts.

I couldn’t remember when that had happened.

But I didn’t have time to think about it, because when Devon finally dropped his pants, I gasped.

Quietly, but enough to bring that smirk back to his face. That sexy, infuriating smirk.

“I can see how badly you want this,” he teased. I knew I was supposed to argue, perhaps make him think that I wasn’t that excited by it, but there was no point lying. Besides, I didn’t have the strength to talk at that moment.

Neither of us said a word as he stepped forward, reaching out to take a firm hold of my hips. His lips returned to mine, and he lifted me effortlessly until I was sitting on the desk. I had to wriggle around for a second to swat away something that poked into my ass, but our lips didn’t break their seal once.

When he released one of my hips, I knew where his hand was going. I couldn’t feel it or see it, but I somehow knew it was taking hold of that perfectly sized cock to give me what I suddenly needed more than oxygen.

I looked down, intent on watching him enter me. In his fingers appeared a small package, and I wondered where he had managed to pull a condom from while I watched his every move. My eyes hadn’t closed for that long.

But I wasn’t going to stop him to find out. I only hoped he would put it on quickly before my need outgrew my patience.

Thankfully, it only took him a few seconds to complete the task, and his well-wrapped cock looked magnificent as he stopped to inspect it.

Satisfied, he roughly pushed one of my legs, hinting that I should spread them for him. I took that hint faster than the speed of light, resulting in a look from him that sent shivers down my spine. “I can’t wait to finally be inside you, Nikki,” he whispered, pressing the tip of his cock against my opening.

I wasn’t letting his mouth get away, and he was barely finished the sentence before I kissed him again, harder this time. My teeth began to find a mind of their own, and I had to stop myself from biting him hard enough to end this before it began.

He pushed forward, I pushed forward, and we both groaned as he entered me. His cock felt enormous, the pleasure instant, and I was barely under control. My legs wrapped themselves around him without my instruction, and I pulled him to me while pushing myself forward to get him all the way inside me as soon as possible.

I didn’t have to wait long to feel his pelvis grinding against my clit, proving that I was taking all of him. All of the cock I had wanted from the beginning – even if I didn’t admit it – was finally where it belonged.

Devon didn’t waste any time. Almost as soon as he was inside me, he pulled back, quickly fucking me without mercy. I cried out, over and over, even while I knew I was supposed to be quiet. My hands too were out of control, grabbing him anywhere they could.

His grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard enough to hurt, and still, I wanted more. I needed more than it was physically possible to receive.

Seeing the contorted look of pleasure on his face drove me wild. As did the way he thrust at the perfect angle, sending me toward another orgasm long before I would have expected it.

He was soon grunting loudly, suggesting that he was getting to his end rather quickly.

But I didn’t care. If he finished first, I wouldn’t hold it against him. Not this first time, anyway.

I was already thinking of the next time.

It felt like we were in a race to our orgasms. His movements were hard and fast, as though he was no longer in control of his hard-thrusting hips. Mine were no less violent, making the desk rock as we pushed together harder each time.

The sound of skin slapping skin quickly filled the office, combined with our grunts and groans. “You feel so fucking tight,” Devon grunted, kissing me for a few seconds before releasing the grip of his lips.

As my moans and cries threatened to be far too loud, I bit my bottom lip. The way he moaned at the sight told me he liked it, and I could have sworn I felt his thrusts lose their timing for just a second.

But it wasn’t enough to put me off. Not even close. If anything, it only increased the speed at which I approached the orgasm that threatened to be massive. As though the knowledge that I was turning him on was as good as the way he filled me.

Before I could think any more about how much he obviously wanted, my orgasm came from nowhere.

“I’m coming,” I groaned, throwing my head back again and wrapping my body around his.

His stride wasn’t broken – he kept thrusting as hard and as fast as he had from the beginning. It served only to push me further into the massive orgasm that overwhelmed my brain and body, and soon I was barely aware of anything other than his cock.

And, after what felt like an eternity, his voice. “I’m going to come in you, Nikki,” he said, his voice shuddering with each violent thrust. “Do you want it?”

I had never wanted anything more in my life. The idea of him having an orgasm because of me, because of my pussy, was now all I cared about.

Well, that and the orgasms he kept causing, even though the pleasure was almost too much.

That pleasure was what stopped me from talking. Try as I might, I couldn’t even beg him to finish, to come for me for the way I was for him. My voice was as out of control as everything else, and all it was capable of was moaning.

I forced my head forward, looking into his eyes as his thrusts became slightly less regular. He was clearly on the edge, perhaps waiting for me to agree that he could go over it, but I couldn’t help him.

All I could do was stare, moan, cry and orgasm.

Thankfully, he was smart enough to take those as a hint.

“I’m coming,” he suddenly grunted, pressing his forehead firmly against mine, his eyes burning into mine.

I could feel the aggressive swelling within me, the pulses that told me of his orgasm deep inside me. Each one seemed to be bigger than the last, and the out of control, barely conscious feeling that looked to overtake him was one I knew well.

His legs must have been working overtime, because he began to collapse in the same second as he finally finished. It looked like his orgasm had been all that kept him upright, because he quickly moved to lie on the floor, his legs almost buckling under him.

I rolled to one side and gingerly got off the desk, trying not to fall on top of him while my body refused to cooperate.

“Come here,” he said, reaching up to help me lay down. I was surprised by the strength of his arms as he managed to help me slowly sink to the floor from his own position on the ground, and soon I was safely in his arms.

He held me tightly from behind, his still solid cock pressing into my back. It was clearly a sign that he had enjoyed me, and I hoped he was as satisfied as I was.

“So fucking sexy,” he whispered, his fingertips tracing my hair back behind my ear.

I smiled, unable to say anything as we both fought to get our breath back.

I never wanted to move again. Not even for food. I wanted to stay where I was, and hopefully survive long enough to go again.

If I didn’t, it wouldn’t matter. I would die the happiest girl on the planet.

I’m sure neither of us could say how much time passed, but even our breathing returned to normal. The sweat that had built up in a short time disappeared, leaving us clinging together.

And hoped it wasn’t making a mess of his probably expensive carpet. Not that it mattered – it was his fault.

“That was so good,” Devon finally sighed, laughing a little.

“Why are you laughing?” I giggled.

“I don’t fucking know.” The laugh didn’t go away.

I rolled to face him, reaching up to touch his face. He was definitely real, and definitely there, and I closed my eyes.

“Are you okay?”

I opened my eyes in surprise at the question. It wasn’t one I ever would have expected from a man like Devon, and it made me wonder if I had done or said something to suggest I wasn’t.

“Of course,” I whispered. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I’m just making sure. You know, now that it’s over is when regrets can sink in.”

“What is there to regret?”

“Nothing. Not that I can think of, anyway. It’s just that this isn’t exactly what I expected when you started here.”

I giggled. “No, neither did I. To be honest, I didn’t even expect to start here, so I couldn’t have expected this.”

He lowered his head, lethargy obviously overcoming him as he closed his eyes. “How could you not expect to be here when your dad told me to hire you?”

My heart skipped a beat as the words washed over me. “What?”

He pulled back slightly as he seemed to wake up again, his face showing concern. “What?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” he said, his words rushed. “Don’t worry about it.”

Of course, that wasn’t going to help. “My dad told you to hire me? For this internship?”

“Well, I mean, kind of. It was like…” His voice trailed off, and I immediately knew there was no good answer for my question.

Somehow, my dad had convinced Devon Carell to give me the internship I thought I had earned. My grades didn’t matter, nor did the interview I spent a month practicing for.

Did my performance here matter? Was I just here as a favor to my dad?

And how the hell did he know Devon Carell?

The questions flew through my racing mind, but the only thing I was sure of was that I had to get out of here. I didn’t want to be near Devon. I didn’t want to be in the Pristine building anymore.

I didn’t want to be near anyone who had anything to do with either Devon or Pristine. I needed some kind of safe space where no one could see or hear me. I just needed to be away from whatever the hell had just happened.

I needed to be anywhere but here.

“Nikki, wait,” Devon said, quietly but with a hint of emotion in his voice. I didn’t know what it was, but I wasn’t hanging around to listen.

“It’s not whatever you seem to think it is, Nikki.”

My legs were still shaky, but it didn’t matter. I quickly gathered my clothes from the ugly pile they had found themselves in, and threw on my shirt and pants as fast as I could. Holding the rest of them to my body, I raced out of the office as fast as I could.

It wasn’t until I saw Maureen’s empty desk that I realized I was running nearly naked from the CEO’s office, but it didn’t matter. Even being seen by the entire staff of the company couldn’t make this moment much worse.

No one was around to see me dash to my office, and I quickly dressed with my back against the door in case anyone tried to come in. I had heard Devon yell “Nikki” as I ran, and I immediately remembered my hatred for that name.

When I was finally dressed in a somewhat respectable manner, I rushed for the elevator. I forced my head to keep looking straight ahead as I walked past Devon’s office, but if he was still there, he didn’t say anything.

Good, I thought, stepping into the elevator and hurriedly pressing the button to take me to the lobby. There’s nothing he could say.

The tears finally started as the elevator doors closed. I was surprised they took so long.