Chapter 22

Kasey

“Come here,” his voice was so sensual, yet commanding, Kasey could feel her body reacting to his words as she walked across the immaculately decorated office.

Jay Canton wasn’t one for sparing an expense when it came to impressing clients, and his office was a clear indication of that. Kasey was floored the first time she‘d walked into the massive room, which was larger than her first apartment. Of course, to him it was just an office, but to Kasey it was a glimpse into a life she had dreamed of since she first broke into the publishing industry.

It took every ounce of control for her not to stare through the seemingly endless windows, admiring the skyline of the city she loved. It did not go unnoticed that Jay had reserved the best view for himself, and somehow she liked that about him. He wasn’t modest because he didn’t need to be. Jay Canton had earned the life he casually flaunted, and Kasey was seduced by his confidence.

“Yes?” she’d asked, after her feet carried her across the plush carpet.

Jay’s eyes were clouded with lust, a detail she picked up on the second she crossed his threshold. Reaching across his desk, Jay pushed a button and Kasey heard a sound from behind her, which prompted her to turn.

“Just giving us some privacy,” he explained. Of course, Jay Canton could lock his office door remotely.

“What is it?” she forced her shoulders back, hoping to convey defiance.

“I needed to see you,” Jay stood, not believing her tough act as he made his way around the grand desk she knew must have cost a fortune.

“About what?” Kasey shot back quickly, but her feet were planted firmly as he approached her with a patience she could only dream of. There was never a reason for Jay to rush, he was always composed, even when he looked ready to pounce, as he did now.

“You did well on the conference call today,” he said, circling her.

Forcing a deep breath, Kasey felt her shoulders rise and fall as she tried to anticipate Jay’s movements without turning her head. The hairs on her arms stood tall as she anticipated and yearned for his touch.

This was wrong, and she knew it. He was her boss, but the desire pumping between her legs couldn’t care less about titles or ethics.

“Turn around,” he ordered calmly, and she turned slowly without hesitation.

“What is this about?” she asked, licking her lips as she took in all that was Jay Canton—his muscular stature towered over her small frame, as his perfectly styled jet-black hair framed a face meant for magazines. Dark blue eyes pierced through her as she all but melted right in front of him, praying he could not sense the desperation coursing through her.

Luckily, he made a move before she had to beg, which she was more than willing to do. His lips found hers as if they’d been searching for years—planting a needy and sloppy kiss as he hastily reached for the hem of her dress, tugging at the fabric as he reached beneath, groaning when he cupped her pussy, feeling her warmth and wetness all for him.

Kasey panted, already exhausted from the game he seemed to enjoy playing with her. She wasn’t a girl who wanted much, so to make her feel desire to the point of begging was more than she could handle.

How could he have such a hold on her, when she’d made it clear she didn’t want a relationship with him? It was only physical, but every second around him only proved that it was so much more than sex.

“I want you,” he said when he finally released her lips. His voice was low and husky; he was struggling to keep his composure just as she was.

“Yes.” It was all she could muster—more than consent, it was a request, an admission that she too wanted him. She couldn’t stop staring at his perfect lips. She yearned to feel them crash against her own as they both gave in to the need burning in the air around them.

Without speaking another word, Jay pulled the dress over her head, leaving Kasey in nothing but the black lace lingerie she had dressed in with the hopes that he might see it.

“Lace,” he growled, the left side of his mouth curving upwards with approval.

She found her confidence, slowly turning to give him a full view of her body. The lace didn’t cover much—just the most sensual parts of her body. Thin straps traced lines over her hips and plunged down to form a sheer triangle over her pussy. The bra was less of a bra and more just lace nipple covers suspended between a strips of elastic.

Jay’s eyes wandered over her as she turned her back to him and wiggled her ass. Playfully, she hooked her thumbs in the straps of her panties and snapped them as she peered over her shoulder at him. His stare had fallen to the space between her thighs and she could see an insatiable hunger lingering in their blue depths.

“Do you want me?” Kasey whispered, wetting her lips with a slow sweep of her tongue.

A grunt was his only response as he dropped to his knees behind her. He pulled her panties aside and pushed her legs apart with enough force to send her off balance. He steadied her by gripping her hips, then held her still before burying his face in her wetness.

She yelped from the unexpected and aggressive feel of his mouth against her.

“They can’t hear you, baby. Scream as loud as you want.”

Was it the smile she could hear in his voice, the term of endearment, or the touch of his tongue against her sweet spot? Kasey couldn’t be sure, but knew that her body was racing, hungry for him, and she flung her thumbs into the sides of her panties, pulling the thin fabric down her unsteady legs.

“In a rush, Miss Wright?” Jay smirked, as she stepped out of her panties.

There was no denying her need, but Kasey wasn’t concerned about appearances anymore. Reaching behind her back, she undid her bra easily, letting the lace fall to the floor as she kicked her foot up onto the leather loveseat, fully exposing herself, right in the office of her boss.

Jay was impressed; it was written all over his face. And when he settled between her legs, lapping his tongue in her sweetness, he looked up at her, watching as she cascaded into uninhibited pleasure.

“Ahh!” Kasey cried, as the orgasm built, contorting her body.

Jay moaned, unable to speak as he pulled her swollen clit between his lips. His tongue swirled over her and her legs buckled. He wasn’t done with her and made her stay where she was. She leaned forward to grip the back of the loveseat for support as he released her clit and plunged his tongue into her pussy.

“Jay!” She shouted his name just before exploding onto his mouth. She felt her walls tighten and relax as she ached for more; she wanted his cock inside her. She needed to be filled, to be stretched. She needed to be fucked.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he growled as he rushed to his feet before lifting her with one arm. Instantly, her legs wrapped around him as he made his way to his desk, brushing aside the papers scattered across the wooden top.

“Please,” Kasey tugged as his belt, unable to wait another second.

Their hands collided as each of them struggled to push aside the fabric separating them. Soon Jay’s pants and boxers were around his ankles. He eased Kasey’s thighs apart and settled between them, tracing the tip of his cock through her slippery wetness. Then he eased his way in. The first three or so inches were gentle, and then he plunged the rest of his length deep inside her, growling loudly as he filled her, shoving his dick in to the hilt.

Kasey spread her legs wider for him and moaned with satisfaction. She finally had what she wanted. He was inside her. She tore open the front of his shirt. Buttons danced over the desk and onto the floor. Neither of them cared. She ran her hands up his muscled stomach and chest as he pumped slowly and deeply into her pussy.

Jay was blessed with girth and length, enough to touch limits she didn’t know existed, while also spreading her to her maximum each time. Kasey rarely came from penetration, but his presence within her was enough to send her over the edge. To make matter worse, he knew exactly what he was doing inside her.

“Hold on,” he instructed, as he gripped her thigh before sliding out of her tightness, and thrusting back in.

“Yes!” She yelled before clapping a hand over her mouth.

It was midday. Kasey had spoken to Jay’s secretary before entering his office. This was wildly inappropriate, and as much as that turned her on, she didn’t want anyone in the office alerted to their illicit affair.

“They can’t hear you, baby,” Jay smirked, tugging at her elbow to remove her hand before burying his face in the long waves of her dark brown hair.

He worked into her, slow and then fast, as they each moaned and groaned in ecstasy, equally satisfied by each other until they could take no more. Jay’s hand gripped her ass, pushing her forward to meet his every thrust until she exploded again, her second orgasm even stronger than the first.

And then he followed, shooting thick hot semen into her throbbing pussy as he growled her name with no regard for the packed office just a few feet from their sweaty bodies.

Kasey’s head fell back as she struggled to regain her composure, the room coming back into focus as if she’d been knocked unconscious by such a strong release.

“I have to go,” she pushed to move him, but he lay limp on top of her.

“Stop acting so tough,” was all he said before finding her mouth once more, sliding his minty tongue across her lips as he sank deeper inside her, his length surging through her flesh as she moaned in appreciation.

Kasey’s eyes snapped open and she found herself staring up at a white spackled ceiling. It was that of her bedroom, not Jay’s office. Her body was drenched in sweat and her breath was quick and short. Her chest rose and fell as she whipped her head around, desperately searching for the man she knew wasn’t there.

“Fuck. He’s not even here. Jesus, I’m losing it,” she said aloud, with no one to hear but the walls of her bedroom.

Her body didn’t seem to believe her though, as her nipples threatened to tear through the fabric of her nightgown. The dream had been all too real.

Throwing the covers off her body, as if they were to blame for the sheen of sweat covering her body, she stripped while walking into her small bathroom, stepping into the shower before the water even had time to heat up.

Pouring shampoo into her hand, she wondered why she was dreaming of a man who had betrayed her. As her hair turned to white suds, she shook her head, hoping to rid herself of the erotic thoughts clouding her judgement. Was it just sex?

She did get horny after so many nights alone, but this was a new level of desire she wasn’t used to. Jay was gone. History. Why couldn’t she let the memories go too? This wasn’t her first time waking up wet and throbbing because of him. Kasey just wished it would be her last.