Andrea

“Mr. Yerac is running a little late,” the secretary said in a businesslike tone as she led us to Harry Yerac’s office. “I will leave you two in here to wait for him.”

Jake grunted a bit as he sauntered inside, clearly a tad frustrated. The bad boy of baseball had come a long way in the past few weeks, but he still hated waiting for people. Even if it was the owner of the best team in the major leagues.

“Do you two need anything? Water? Coffee?” she gestured toward the couch. Jake stared at it, then back at her, but didn’t sit.

“Honestly, if there’s anything I need right now it’s a quick nap,” Jake grumbled. “How long do you think Mr. Yerac will be?”

I furrowed my brow. Jake was not a napper. Nor would his six foot six inch frame even remotely fit on the couch. I didn’t get why he was being goofy and asking about naps.

“He didn’t say exactly. As soon as he finishes up the conference call with Boston he’ll be in.” She shrugged. “Could be one minute, or it could be twenty. He’s a busy man, so I never know. It’s hard to tell.”

“Thanks, Marsha,” Jake said with a twinkle in his eye, charming the secretary like it was his job. “Just ring us when he’s about to come in, will you? I want to make sure I’m up from my cat nap. It’s part of my game day routine,” he winked.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” she replied, looking confused as she shut the door and left us alone in Mr. Yerac’s office.

“Jake, why do you insist on messing with the secretaries? Just lying about naps for no reason?” I shook my head. “It’s a little mean spirited.”

Jake didn’t answer my question immediately, just stared at me silently with a cocky smile. He took a couple of big steps toward me, closing the space between us. “Andrea, baby, you’re calling me mean?” He made a big, exaggerated frowning face. “That makes me a little sad.”

He placed his hand on my hip and pulled my body against him. I gasped a little, not expecting his touch in the office. “Jake,” I swallowed. “What are you doing? We can’t, not here. They don’t even know we’re together yet. And even if we are together and management is okay with it, I’m pretty sure hooking up in the goddamn owner’s office is slightly frowned upon, to say the least.”

Jake ran his hand along my jawline and cocked his head down to look at me. “But Marsha’s going to buzz us when he’s coming in.” he smirked. “Thanks to my genius bullshit about my nap on game day routine.”

My heart began thumping quickly. I felt his rippling chest and abs pressed against me through his t-shirt, and I realized that I was gripping his forearm tightly.

“I just...I don’t know. We’re trying to convince Mr. Yerac you’ve changed your image. And you have! In spite of all the bullshit people talk about you, you’re so damn different. Tate knows how to read now for goodness sake! Why can’t, we just have to wait until we get...oh, God…”

My protests were futile as Jake reached below the hem of my wrap dress and worked his hand up the flesh of my thigh, until his fingers were inches from my opening. His jaw dropped when he realized what I didn’t have on underneath.

“Andrea, where are your panties?” he growled.

“Didn’t have any today,” I murmured. “I crashed at your place and didn’t bring any extras.”

“Fuck, Andrea,” he grunted as he grazed his fingers over my clit. I couldn’t help arching my hips into him. This was very bad. He brought his hand up toward his face and stared at his fingers in disbelief. “You’re already soaking wet.”

“Yes,” I whispered while I reached up to my tippy toes to nibble on his ear.

“I thought you said this was a bad idea,” he whispered back. In a gesture that only Jake could do to me without being creepy, he pressed his two fingers that had just been between my legs to his tongue.

I whimpered, nuzzling my head under his chin and kissing his neck. I looked up at him with desire in my eyes, and I hate how easily he could push me to this point. I was a good girl. Office hookups that put my career in jeopardy weren’t something I did. But I needed him. “God dammit Jake, why do you have to be so fucking sexy? You know I can’t say no to you.” I hesitated, looking down and away before I brought my eyes back to him. “We have to make it quick, before Mr. Yerac comes in.”

Jake grunted at my acceptance, and pressed his lips against mine. Both of his hands dropped to my ass as he walked me backwards until I hit the cold glass of Mr. Yerac’s gigantic office window that overlooked Jaguar field. I pressed a palm into the window for balance as I felt all of his weight on me. Under my dress, he grabbed my full cheek with his giant hand and squeezed as he sucked on my neck.

“I love your softball player ass, Andrea. Have I told you that?”

I giggled. “Yes, only every day for the past week.”

“Good,” he said, taking his hands off my cheeks, and sliding them up my body. “But I’ll make sure to spread the love to other places, too.”

“It’s okay, honey. I’ve been pretty fascinated by one particular part of you lately, anyway.” I slid my hand down his rock hard abs and into his jeans. I gripped the base of his cock and stroked it, feeling it harden in my hand. With nowhere to go, his hardness pressed up against the crotch of his jeans. “No underwear either? I guess you really are as bad as they say you are.”

He laughed. “Sweetheart, I think you know me well enough to realize that wearing no underwear isn’t the worst thing I’ve done.”

“Oh yeah?” I egged him on as I stroked him with one hand and undid his belt with the other. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, peeled them down, then brought his cock out, being careful not to let it get caught on the metal of the zipper. “What is the worst thing you’ve done?”

He groaned and stroked my inner thigh. He was inches from my clit, teasing me with the closeness of his dexterous finger. I wanted him to touch me so badly. “I don’t know off the top of my head, but fucking in Harry Yerac’s office is about to be damn near the top of my list.”

He took my hand and led me to Mr. Yerac’s desk. In one swift move he maneuvered Mr. Yerac’s nameplate, keyboard, and his Chicago Jaguars coffee mug out of the way from the center of his desk. He palmed the back of my head, kissed the hell out of me, then turned me around and hiked up my dress. The fancy black thing bunched up around my waist, looking more like a funny accessory than the dress it was supposed to be.

He pushed me forward, causing me to palm the desk. “Fuck Jake, I need you to fuck me.”

I braced myself a little for him, but Jake had other plans.

“Not yet,” he growled.

When I felt Jake’s finger curl into my pussy, followed by his mouth on my clit, I moaned and felt my palms sweating on Mr. Yerac’s desk. Shit. I was definitely going to leave sweat marks. I slipped my elbows down onto the hardwood as I felt Jake’s tongue twist against my clit. My words as we started this hookup felt like a faint and distant plea as he methodically curled two fingers inside me, finding the spot he’d grown too adept at hitting.

Just make it quick, before he comes in.

Now, I was being bent over one of the richest billionaires in Chicago’s desk. And Jake didn’t show any sign of hurrying. He’d never been a fan of quickies, anyhow.

He spread my legs out to the sides so he could dive in more easily between my folds, I supposed. Waves of pleasure came over me and my arms tremble as I tried to stay steady on the desk. Another twist of Jake’s long tongue on my swollen clit, and my whole upper body collapsed.

“Jake, please,” I protested faintly, my vision hazy. “Fuck me before he comes.”

I felt the absence of Jake’s tongue, and then his fingers slid out of me. He tugged at my hips, I stood up, and he walked me to the glass window that looked over Jaguars field. There was hardly anyone out there, aside from a lone groundskeeper mowing the lawn.

“Put your hands against the glass,” he ordered, and I did, teetering in my four inch pumps. I glanced behind me and saw Jake’s full throbbing cock out, completely hard. His shirt was off and I could see his arms, abs and chest. His pants had fallen down around his ankles. The morning light streamed in and brightened every inch of his muscular body, aside from his face which was in the shadows.

He positioned my ass in front of him just the way he wanted me, and I turned my gaze back to the field as he eased himself inside me.

I whimpered and quivered a little, bracing against the window to keep my balance as he pushed all the way inside me. He thrust in and pulled out a few times with ease as I got used to him. I was as wet as I’d ever been with him, and within a minute he was bucking into me with his full length.

I tried my best to hold back my moans as Jake fucked me harder with every stroke, his hips knocking against my ass. He fisted the dress which was still bunched around my waist, and used the cloth for extra leverage as he hit a spot deep inside me.

“I’m coming,” I moaned, the orgasm overtaking me. I shook as I came, and I heard Jake’s grizzled grunts as I clenched my pussy around him. I lost my balance against the glass, but he must have noticed, and took care to hold onto my upper half, his hands grabbing at my tits as I lost contact with the glass. He pulled the top of my dress down, and my my tits burst out, pressing into the glass for a moment. I leaned into him, arching my back against his chest. “I’m coming. I’m coming so hard, baby,” I whimpered to him softly.

“---coming!” I heard a voice say, not mine. I opened my eyes, and turned behind me, expecting to see Jake’s lips moving, but they weren’t. “Coming in a minute,” the voice said again, and my eyes went wide when I realized the voice wasn’t his, but the secretary’s speaking over the intercom.

Jake noticed at the same time I did, and we made eye contact.

In a flash, I saw my entire career pass before my eyes. A surge of adrenaline ran through me. Even worse, I had to admit, I thought, what would my mother think if she knew this was why I lost my job?

In the next moment, I clenched around Jake and I forgot all about anything and everything besides the pleasure.

I felt Jake shoot rope after rope of come inside me, his hand clenching just under my neck and biting my shoulder as he did. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, let myself bask in the moment of euphoric pleasure. Shoot, if I was going to be fired for colluding with a client, this would be a hell of a way to go out: caught by the man who had hired me while my client’s cock was buried deep inside me.

Whatever. Jake had turned me a little naughty, and there wasn’t any going back now.

When he finished, the sweat on his abs brushed against my back, and we stared at our reflection in the big window while our chests heaved.

“Jake,” I whispered, “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah,” he grunted as he slipped his cock out of me. “You’re not usually that loud. What got into you?”

“No, the fucking intercom! Mr. Yerac’s coming in.”

“Shit, Tennessee. I’ve never heard you swear before. And I have to say I kind of like it,” he smirked.

“Dammit, Jake, this isn’t funny for once.” I turned toward him and pushed him away, covering my breast back up, then sliding the bottom of my dress down over my hips as low as it could go. I heard the low rumble of a voice right outside the door, which I recognized as Mr. Yerac’s. I went into panic mode and looked at myself in the window, attempting to fix my hair and any makeup smudges.

For his part, Jake went into game time mode and put his pants and shirt on faster than I’d ever seen a man do so. He gestured for me to sit on the couch, and went around to sit at Mr. Yerac’s desk.

“What are you doing at his desk!?” I angry-whispered, my blood boiling. As if fucking in his office wasn’t bad enough, now he was going to piss off the billionaire more by sitting in his chair?

My anger dropped when Jake quickly rearranged the three things on the desk that he had moved. I didn’t doubt that Mr. Yerac was a meticulous man, who would notice anything ‘off’ in his own office of all places.

The doorknob turned, and I leaned back on the couch, crossed my legs, and put a business smile on my face in spite of the fact that I was pretty sure I could still feel Jake’s juices running down my leg.

Mr. Yerac walked in and immediately facepalmed when he saw Jake behind his desk, tossing up a baseball.

“Dammit, Napleton,” he groaned. “Behind my desk again, really?”

He walked in with an air of authority, the soles of his shoes clicking on the floor. He shook his head and sighed.

“Harry, I brought you a present,” Jake said. “A signed ball from the little league team I’ve started coaching.”

Jake tossed the ball toward Harry, and he caught it. Mr. Yerac examined the baseball like an archaeologist examining a new species of dinosaur they’d just found at a dig site, his eyes wide with curiosity. From my seat in the couch, the signatures all looked legit. I thought I’d even recognized it as little Tate’s home run ball that Jake’s entire South Side team had signed a few days earlier. I was a little shocked an eight year old would give up something like that, but the way the boy idolized Jake was beyond my comprehension.

Mr. Yerac looked up, his jaw open. “You coach a little league team?”

“Yeah,” Jake said, getting up from Mr. Yerac’s chair. “All Andrea’s idea.”

Mr. Yerac looked at me, then back at Jake. I saw the first smile I’d ever seen spread across the serious man’s face. “Andrea, I don’t know how you do it, but you’re a goddamn genius.” The sense of pride I felt was short lived, though. His eyes drifted to the window, and my heart dropped to my stomach when I saw him focusing on my own sweaty palm prints. It was everything I could do not to panic.

Mr. Yerac ambled slowly toward the window, raking his hand through his hair as he tossed the ball up in the air.

“Huh. This is weird,” he said.

Jake and I made eye contact for a moment, both swallowing our anxiety.

“I really need to get the morning cleaning service to do a better job.” He shook his head. “I don’t know who the prankster is that’s making these handprints, but I like a clean organization, and I like a clean office.” He placed his hand over the palm print, and I realized our hands were about the same size.

“I don’t even remember making these,” he grumbled, turning back to us. “I’ve just been too busy lately.”

I held my snicker to myself, relieved that he somehow didn’t see or realize that the outline of my tits were just below his hands, smudged into the window.