Chapter Four

 

Claire

 

My plan to ignore my boss until at least Monday went south just after lunch.  I had sent him a meeting cancel notification for our weekly meeting as soon as he left at noon, and two minutes after he returned from lunch, I received an email with a very blunt, “My office.  Now.”

I chewed at my bottom lip and stared at the email.  I had two choices, ignore his email, or go to his office.  I was definitely choosing option A.  I had to.  I’d spent all night thinking about fucking Jonah, and to my utter dismay I was even more horny for him now.  It was like a switch had been flipped inside of me.  I’d always found him attractive, a woman would be a fool if she didn’t, but I hadn’t even allowed myself to imagine screwing him, and not just because I thought he was too uptight to be any fun in bed.  Having sex fantasies about your boss was the fastest way to the unemployment line.  Only, now I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I knew if I went anywhere near him, I’d make a fool of myself by begging him to fuck me.

Ten minutes later I was wishing I’d had the foresight to lock my office door.  Jonah opened my door without knocking and walked in.  He shut the door – he didn’t slam it, oh no, despite the anger I could see on his face, he had too much control to slam the door – and gave me a cool look.

“Ignoring me isn’t going to work, Claire.”

“I’m not ignoring you,” I said as I stared at my computer screen and ignored him.  “I’m just very busy this afternoon and don’t have time for our meeting.  I asked to reschedule it on Tuesday, did you miss that part?”

“Bullshit.”  He sat in the chair across from my desk.  “Look at me, Claire.”

I stared grimly at my screen.  “I’m really quite busy, Mr. Peterson.  Can we just talk on Monday and -”

“Claire.  Look at me.”

Well, fuck.  The tone of his voice had me turning my gaze to his automatically.  My eyes widened.  Jonah looked like hell.  His work shirt was wrinkled, he hadn’t shaved, and his short dark hair was sticking up like he’d been running his fingers through it.

“You look terrible,” I blurted out and then winced.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.  I just meant that you looked tired.”

He studied me for a moment.  “I look tired because I was up all night thinking about fucking you.”

My face flamed red and I automatically checked the door to my office, even though I knew he had closed it.  “We agreed to not discuss what happened yesterday.”

He barked laughter and rubbed one hand across the stubble on his jaw.  Shit, he looked way hotter with a day’s growth of beard.  I wondered how that stubble would feel rubbing against my inner thigh, how his tongue would feel on my clit.

I clenched my hands into tight fists and ignored my urge to wipe my hand across my face in search of errant drool.  Just thinking about Jonah’s face between my legs had my pussy wet and my nipples tight buds.

Fuck.  Could he see them through my shirt?  I refused to look down and draw attention to them.

Relax, Claire.  Jonah’s not going to eat your pussy at the office.  If anything, you’ll be on your knees with his dick in your mouth.  Isn’t that how it works in those office pornos?

“No, you told me it never happened and then ran out of my office.”

Jonah was talking.  I needed to concentrate on what he was saying, and not what it would look like to have him on his knees behind my desk with his face buried in my throbbing pussy.

I cleared my throat.  “Fine.  We’ll agree now that it was a mistake and that we’ll never do it again.  I trust you won’t speak to anyone about this and I won’t either.  Now, let’s just forget this ever happened and -”

“Why were you wearing the vibe at work?”

I didn’t think my face could get any redder. 

I was wrong. 

“That’s none of your business, and can I just take this moment to say how very unprofessional it was of you to keep turning it on.”

He burst into genuine laughter and I ignored the way my pussy throbbed anew.  Sweat was starting to drip down my back and I was pretty certain that if he didn’t leave soon, I was going to jump him and ride him like a fucking pony right here in my office.

“Unprofessional?”  He grinned at me.

“Yes.”

“You’re lucky I took the remote from Ryan when I did.  You were on the verge of an orgasm right there in the hallway.”

“I certainly was not,” I said.

“Liar.”  He gave me a teasing little grin that made my nipples peak even more.

To my horror, his gaze dipped to my chest and his grin widened, became less teasing and more…predatory.

“I figured the nicest thing I could do for you was bring you to my office where you could orgasm in peace.”

“No,” I snapped, “the nicest thing you could have done was give me the damn remote and let me leave.”

“What was it I said yesterday?  Finders keepers, losers weepers.”

I glared at him.  “Are you a twelve-year-old boy?”

“I think you know the answer to that question, pet.”  He sprawled back in the chair and God help me, my gaze dropped to his crotch.  The prominent bulge made my mouth water and I immediately looked away.

“Seriously, Jonah?”

“What?  I can’t help it if you make me hard, Claire.  Just like you can’t help it that your sweet nipples are tight and begging for me to suck on them.”

I crossed my arms over my chest.  “They’re not.”

“They are.”

“No, they are not.  It’s cold in the office, nothing more.  Now, if you don’t mind, I’m very busy.”

He stood, and my moment of relief turned to panic when he stepped around my desk toward me.  I rolled my chair back, but before I could stand and escape, he bent and rested both big hands on the arms of my chair, pinning me in place.

I closed my eyes as his warm breath washed over my face.  “What if I don’t want to forget about what happened between us, Claire?  What then?”

“You have to,” I whispered.

“You’re not the boss of me.”

My eyes popped open and I bit back my laughter as he grinned again at me. 

“Listen, I don’t care if you’ve watched too many office pornos where the employee drops to her knees and gives her boss a blow job in his office.  That’s not happening.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Of course it isn’t happening,” Jonah said, “we’re in your office, not mine.  Wait, does that mean I’m supposed to drop to my knees for you?”

God help me, the breath was sucked out of my lungs and I could only stare mutely at Jonah, praying like hell that he couldn’t read my face.

I didn’t pray hard enough.

His eyes widened, and he gave me a delighted grin.  “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you, pet?” 

He let his mouth hover over mine, making a low sound of approval when my lips parted.  I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to strip me naked and eat my pussy and then fuck me until I was screaming his name.

To my dismay, he straightened and walked to the door of my office.  My disappointment dropped away when he stared deliberately at me before locking my office door.

“Jonah,” I whispered, “what are you doing?”

“Giving you what you want.”  He was unbuttoning his work shirt and I watched numbly as he stripped it off and laid it neatly across my desk.  Unlike his, my desk was clear of papers and almost compulsively bare.

He was wearing a white t-shirt underneath his work shirt and as he pulled it over his head, my mouth went dry.  I’d worked for Jonah for five years and while I knew he had an amazing body, I’d never even once suspected that it would be covered in tattoos.  He’d always worn a long-sleeved work shirt on the days he was at work sites, or a dress shirt and sports jacket on the days he wasn’t. 

The full sleeves on both arms and numerous tattoos across his chest and abdomen were hotter than fucking fire, and I had to quell my urge to push him on the floor, straddle him and study each one.  With my tongue.

I should have been standing up.  I should have been handing him his shirt and telling him to get the hell out of my office.  Instead, I sat frozen in my office chair as he spun it around and pushed it back until the back of the chair was butted up against my desk.  The sunlight from the window behind my desk made his dark hair gleam as he knelt in front of me and placed his hard hands on my bare knees peeking out from the hem of my skirt.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”  I whispered.

He smiled and reached for my shirt, unbuttoning it and spreading it open before tracing my hard nipples through my bra.  I moaned, and he smiled again at the sound, then touched the front clasp of my bra.

I didn’t stop him when he flicked it open and peeled back the cups.  He pushed my legs apart and leaned in.  I cried out when his tongue flicked across my left nipple and he squeezed my thigh.

“Quiet, pet.”

“Please.”  Shit, I was begging already.

He sucked on my left nipple, teasing it with his tongue and lips before switching to the right one.  He pulled and sucked and nipped, soothing away the sting of his bite with his tongue while I clutched at his head and tried not to moan too loudly.

He kissed between my breasts and kneaded my thighs before lifting his head to stare up at me.  Without thinking about it, I molded my mouth to his, thrusting my tongue between his lips.  He tasted like mint and I pressed my naked breasts against his chest as we kissed. 

His low groan sent my lust into overdrive and I reached down to cup his cock.  He pushed my hand away.  “No, pet.”

“I want it.”

“You can have it later.”  He stroked my bare thighs before tugging up my skirt.  I lifted my ass to make it easier for him to push my skirt around my waist.  I was wearing a dark blue thong and he groaned before curling his fingers into the waistband.  I lifted up again, bracing my hands against the arms of my chair, and he dragged my thong down my legs and off my feet. 

“So beautiful.”  He was studying my pussy, and I didn’t resist when he lifted both my legs and draped them over the arms of my chair.

“Too much?”  He asked.

I shook my head no, silently thankful that I was a yoga fanatic, and tried not to think too much about how I looked with my legs spread wide and my tits hanging out.  As if he’d read my mind, Jonah rubbed my inner thighs before smiling up at me.

“You’re gorgeous, Claire.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.  “Please, Jonah.”

“Please what?”

“Please eat my pussy.”

He leaned in and licked my bare pussy.  The stubble on his face felt incredible, and the lack of hair on my pussy made everything deliciously sensitive.  I had to clap my hand over my mouth to muffle my squeal of pleasure. 

He smiled at me again before dipping his head and licking me from my wet hole to my clit.  I clutched at his head with both hands, staring unseeingly out the window as Jonah licked my clit with wide, flat strokes of his tongue.

He eased his hands under my ass, lifting me up slightly to give him a better angle.  His tongue dipped into my wet entrance before he licked his way back to my clit.

“Oh God, oh God, yes.  Please, Jonah, right there,” I moaned quietly.

He concentrated on my clit, sucking and licking as I shoved his face against my pussy with an embarrassing lack of shame.  I was so close, and when Jonah pushed one thick finger into my core and sucked hard on my clit, I pressed my mouth shut against the scream that wanted to escape and came all over his fucking face.

I panted and moaned, my pussy clenching around his finger as he licked me clean.  Gasping, I pushed at his head.  “Stop, please.”

He kissed the top of my pussy before leaning back.  “Okay, pet?”

I nodded, trying to catch my breath as Jonah pulled the cups of my bra over my breasts and fastened the clasp.  He had my shirt buttoned before I caught his hands.  “What are you doing?”

“Helping you dress before someone else walks into your office and sees what’s mine.”

I blinked at him.  “The door is locked, and it’s not yours.”

He didn’t reply.  Instead, he picked up my thong and hooked it over my feet before pulling it up my legs to my thighs.  He stood and took my hands.  “Stand up.”

I stood, and Jonah made a smug little laugh when my knees buckled and I had to grab his shoulders.

“Stop looking smug,” I muttered as he pulled my thong up and tugged my skirt down.  I caught his hand when he reached for his t-shirt on my desk.  “Jonah, wait.  What, um, what about you?”

He reached down and adjusted his dick, grimacing a little before shrugging into his t-shirt.  “I’ve been in your office too long as it is.”

“You can’t – I mean, I’m coming across as selfish and that isn’t -”

“You’re not.”  He stopped my talking with a soft kiss before putting his work shirt on and buttoning it.  “You can make it up to me later.  Bye, Claire.”

“I – bye, Jonah.”  I watched in disbelief as he unlocked the door and walked out of my office.

 

* * *

 

Jonah

 

“Hey, head in the game!”

I stared blankly at Elijah and he gave me an impatient look.  “It’s your turn.”

“Relax,” I said as I stood and grabbed the bowling ball.  “It’s only bowling.”

Elijah glowered at me as Matt laughed.  “He’s competitive, which is why I put him on your team, Jonah.”

“He’s not acting competitive,” Elijah said.  The firefighter wasn’t the biggest guy in town – that honour belonged to Asher Stokes – but he was a close second at 6’3”.  I was just over six feet myself, but while I had a lean build, Elijah was built like a brick shithouse, as my father used to say.

“He’s just got a lot on his mind,” Matt said.  “Cut him some slack.”  He nudged his work partner Mia.  “Hey, you wanna split some fries or something?”

She shook her head and pulled her t-shirt away from the curve of her belly.  “No thanks.”

I gave her a brief once-over as I moved toward the lane to throw the ball.  Matt had told me once that Mia was self-conscious of her body and what she deemed to be extra curves.  She wasn’t my type, but it had nothing to do with her curvy body and everything to do with her personality.  She was too timid, too quiet, and too meek for me.  I liked my women with a temper and a fiery personality.

Like Claire?

The errant thought hit me just as I threw the bowling ball.  I jerked and heard Elijah mutter a curse when my ball went straight to the gutter.

I grimaced and grabbed my ball when it returned.  This time my ball hit the gutter when I heard Claire’s soft voice coming to my left.  I slipped and nearly fell on my ass in my hurry to turn and look. 

Claire, along with Asher Stokes and the redhead who worked at Mugs coffee shop on Main Street, had stopped at the lane next to ours.  Asher was holding a bowling ball bag in one massive hand and the redhead’s hand in the other.  As Elijah muttered another curse and pushed past me to take his turn, I walked toward Claire and the others.

She was just slipping into her bowling shoes and she turned bright red when she glanced up and saw me standing in front of her.  Her face was eye level with my crotch.  When she glanced at it and licked her lips, I had to quickly think about Elijah punching me in the face if we lost the game to keep my dick from hardening.

“You following me, Claire?”  I grinned at her.

“Hardly.  In this town, there’s nothing else to do on a Friday night but go bowling.”

That was true.  Not that we didn’t have bars and clubs.  We had three bars and a nightclub on the edge of town, but if you weren’t a drinker or weren’t looking to get laid, there wasn’t much point in going to them.

“Hey, Asher.”  I held out my hand out to the big welder who shook it.  “Good to see you again.”

“You too.  Heading to the Thompson site on Monday.  You finished there?”

“Not quite.  I’ll see you there.”

He grunted in reply, and I held my hand out to the redhead when neither he nor Claire introduced me.  “Hi, I’m Jonah Peterson.”

“Luna Davis.”  She shook my hand and gave me a bright smile.  “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”  I smiled at her and watched in amusement as a shadow crossed Asher’s face and he put one big arm around her narrow waist.

“Luna’s my girlfriend.”

She smiled up at him and rested her hand on his forearm.  I wondered inwardly how the two of them even had sex.  Asher was massive and Luna barely came up to his chest.

“So, how do you and Claire know each other?”  I didn’t want to go back to my friends.  I wanted to sit down beside Claire, put my arm around her, and show everyone that she belonged to me, just like Asher was doing with Luna.

“We’ve been best friends since high school.  Isn’t that right, Claire?”  Luna said.

“Yes.”  She was busying herself with typing their names into the console.

“Nice.  You work at Mugs, is that right?”  I asked Luna.

“I do.”

“I think I’ve heard you singing at karaoke at Ren’s Bar.  You’re really good.”

Asher’s arm tightened around Luna’s waist, and she patted his arm.  “Thank you.”

Asher was glowering at me now.  I decided it was prudent to leave before he believed I was hitting on his woman and broke my jaw.

“It was nice to meet you, Luna,” I said.  “Claire, good to see you again.”

“You as well,” she replied without looking at me.  “See you on Monday.”

“Of course.”  I headed back to my lane.  If Claire thought we wouldn’t be seeing each other again until Monday, she was in for a surprise.