41

CARLY

 

It’s 8:15 Friday morning, and I’m walking into the office with Ally. Aiden is an early riser and told me last night that he likes to be in by seven o’clock. I could either come in with him or go in with Ally for 8:00. Since he fucked me doggy-style in his huge bed before six o’clock that morning, I opted for the nap and went in with Ally in the cab driven by Ash.

Before I left, I found a single banana removed from the bunch on the island. It had a Post-it on it, telling me he has our whole weekend booked. He signed it, The Banana Thief. I’ve tucked the Post-it into my nightstand to save it.

I’ve already talked to my Mom today, as I was getting ready to go, and she told me Dad’s doing well. He says he’s back to work Monday. She wants him to take a bit more time off, but he refuses.

She asked me about Aiden and I told her he’s great, that we’re officially exclusive, and she sounded super-happy for me.

I decide to book an appointment at a clinic as soon as possible, too, so I can do an STD test. I like it a lot that Aiden resisted the urge to go ungloved. Between the two of us, he was the one being logical by wanting tests.

And they say men think with their dicks. Clearly, I was thinking with my pussy, because I was all, “Come inside me, Aiden…” like a dirty slut.

He turns me into a dirty slut. He’s insatiable, he makes me feel insatiable. He makes sure I get off multiple times every time we’re having sex. I’m on top of the world, today.

I get into the office building and Ally and I hit the Starbucks cart before the elevator. I buy Aiden a coffee along with mine.

When I get upstairs, his door is not only closed, but his blinds are down and I can hear him through the door, shouting. I don’t know who he’s shouting at, but the angry-sounding Aiden takes me backwards for a second. He hasn’t been angry since before we left. Not really, unless you count the thing with his mother.

I put both coffees down at my desk and send him a text.

“I brought you a Starbucks but your door is closed and you’re yelling sooooo…. come get it when you’re ready.”

People are walking by, saying good morning and some are making faces at his door as they go by. The blinds alone look strange, but the shouting has eyebrows raised.

I begin to get into my day and not long later, my phone dings.

Aiden: “Come to my office. Now.”

 

Now?

Excuse me?

I get up from my desk and go to his office and knock, then open the door. He’s sitting behind his desk, a scowl on his face.

I raise my eyebrows. “Come to my office now? How about, Carly, would you come to my office, please?”

“I said now,” he says, looking dead serious.

I close his door and then fold my arms across my chest.

“Um, excuse me, but whether I’m your employee or your girlfriend, neither is reason to talk to me like that.”

“Come here,” he says.

“Where?” I snap.

“Here. On this side of the desk.” He moves back half a foot and points at the floor in front of him.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” I spin to go, and he exhibits bionic speeds because he’s up and grabbing me and pulling me tight to his body. He’s got a devious gleam in his eye as he backs me against the door.

“Wanted to see if I’d still get that sass I like so much. Good to know I haven’t made you go completely soft, peaches.”

I glare at him.

He grins at me and then fits both hands to my bottom.

I’m wearing a long grey jersey skirt with a deep slit and a burgundy blouse today, with pumps.

“You look smokin’ hot today, baby.” His mouth comes to mine.

I bite his bottom lip.

He winces.

Oops. I bit it a little harder than I intended.

“Soft? How’s that for soft?” I whisper and then I smirk, too.

He squeezes my bum playfully and sucks on his lip.  “Oooh, biting, Miss Adler? That’s grounds for discipline…” He backs up, not letting go of my bottom and then he’s sitting on his chair, pulling me to straddle his lap. My skirt bunches up high on my thighs.

“Thigh highs,” he says low, fingering the lace of my hosiery. “Fuck, but I like havin’ you in the same office as me…” And then he slides his hand up and slips it between my legs.

“Aiden,” I moan. “Wait. Not in here. We have to be pro… oh god… fessional…”

“Go grab my Starbucks and a pen and notepad, then get back in here. Lock it when you come back.”

“We shouldn’t,” I groan, but he’s rubbing his thumb on my clit, making sexy eye contact, and it feels just too nice to do much protesting.

He pulls his hand out. “Go. Quick.” I shakily get to my feet and he slaps my ass. I squeak. My face flushes and I dash out to get his Starbucks, the pen, the notepad, and then I rush back in, almost knocking into Blake in the process as he’s walking by Aiden’s office.

“Oopsie…sorry Blake.”

“He’s a beast today, is he?” Blake gestures with his head at Aiden’s door.

“Oh yeah. For sure… Crackin’ the whip,” I breathe as I grab the doorknob. I squeeze back in and shut the door. Aiden is sitting behind his desk, a scowl on his face, pretending he’s mad at me.

I twist the lock on the doorknob and then put the Starbucks and the notepad down.

“Aiden, Sir… your coffee…” I bat my eyelashes demurely.

“Come here, Miss Adler. You took too long. I’m afraid I’ll have to spank you. You’re also dressed in business wear, and it’s casual Friday…”

He has a ruler in his hand. Where did that come from? He slaps it on his knee and then places it on his desk.

I bite my lip and approach slowly.

“Is it a crime to dress up on Fridays, Sir?”

“It is not. It is, however, a requirement that when you do, you have to climb on your boss’s lap face-first and take whatever punishment he deems necessary.”

“Oh shit. I can’t wait to break this rule when George is back from medical leave.”

He hikes my skirt up and slaps my ass again. This time it cracks loud. I cover my mouth to make sure I don’t make noise. Oh shit, I hope no one outside the door heard that. I glare at him.

He’s got an eyebrow up.

“Joking,” I whisper.

“Crackin’ the whip?” he asks.

“Eesh. If you heard that, they can hear this. Shhh.”

He pulls me into his lap. His shirt is untucked. He lifts it to show he’s already gotten ready for me. He’s already rolled on a condom and has Aiden Jr. out.

He slides my panties aside and strokes me with his cock. I’m already wet. Very wet.

“This’ll be a fast meeting, Miss Adler.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“If you need to, bite my shoulder. Be really quiet, though.”

“Okay,” I say, and he enters me and leans back on his reclining office chair a little, so it makes me slide deeper into him.

“Oh wow…” I whisper and start to kiss him.

He grabs my hips and uses them to pull me into him as he thrusts his pelvis forward.

“Holy shit,” I whisper and then I let out a little whimper. I bury my mouth into the crook of his neck and whimper.

He grips my right ass cheek and his fingers slide to my rear hole. He grazes it with his fingertip and picks up pace some more. I tighten my inner walls in reflex and he lets out a little groan.

I tighten again. He lets go of my hip with the other hand and pinches my nipple through my blouse.

I’m trying hard to be quiet. But, it’s hard.

Oh yeah, it’s hard. He’s so hard inside me.

God, this is so bad. What if someone can hear us? What if…

I come soundlessly, mouth open wide, big breaths gusting out. He pulls my face into the crook of his neck by grabbing the back of my neck. I squeeze his biceps hard.

This is incredibly hot. Holy crow.

He holds me tight, kissing my head, then using my hair pulls my head back a few inches so he can kiss my lips.

He came too, I guess. I was so focused on not making noise that I missed it. I love watching the expression on his face when he comes. It’s amazing.

“Back to your desk, Miss Adler.” He slaps my bum lightly. “There’s work to do.”

I give him a squeeze, kiss his lips, and then shakily climb off his lap.

“Thanks for the coffee, baby,” he whispers.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for the discipline. I’ll be sure to be naughty on a regular basis.” I try to right my clothes, smooth out my hair, and unlock his door.

I slip out, smirking, and re-close it.

No one’s looking and pointing. No one is snickering at me. The office just buzzes along like it usually does. I go to the bathroom and use facilities and then wash my hands and check my make-up and hair. As I’m coming out, Ally is heading toward the kitchen.

“Bagels!” she announces. “Friday treats.”

Aiden is heading into the men’s washroom next door. He’s looking pretty put together, all things considered.

He sees me and smirks as he heads in.

I blow out a slow breath and head for bagels with Ally.

And it’s then that I wonder who Aiden was yelling at.