He rose up out of his chair, the casters making no noise on the soft carpet. He took a few steps around the side of his desk and stood right in front of me. Unsure of what to do, I kept sitting. I quickly realized that my face was level with his waist. I let my eyes focus on the growing bulge barely restrained by his tailored pants.

I looked up, bringing my eyes up slowly along his torso, imagining what it will look like once his shirt is removed, and meet his eyes. They were blazing with desire. They took on a light of their own in the darkening room.

My heart started to beat faster and I could feel the blood pumping throughout my body. The desire that I had felt for him since I first followed him to his office built, redoubling on itself like I was being pumped full of air. I could feel the deepest parts of me swelling with energy, growing more sensitive and alive. He was so hot! He hadn’t even touched me yet and I was ready to explode.

“Cora, do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

I wanted to respond, but my tongue felt so heavy I would probably have just mumbled nonsense. It didn’t seem to matter. He ran his hand along the side of my face, tracing his fingers along my cheek and then down my neck. I felt a tingle spreading out from wherever my skin was touched. His fingers were soft and gentle, but his touch was like an electric wire. He brought his whole hand up through my hair, activating all the little nerve endings in my scalp, sending shivers down my back that resonated in between my thighs, making the little muscles jump and tense.

“I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you. I never wanted to have an intern, but you…”

He didn’t finish his thought. He didn’t need to. Even for lawyers, actions can sometimes speak louder than words.

His eyes were hypnotizing pools of light in the darkening room. His hand tightened around my hair, pulling at the roots with a sweet, sharp pain. He held my head in place as he leaned down to kiss me. I parted my lips slightly, waiting to receive him. But the kiss did not land on my lips. Gently, but firmly, he pulled my head to the side and began kissing the side of my face. His lips landed eagerly, firmly on my cheek, then worked their way along my jaw and onto my neck. If I thought my body was tingling before, I began to literally quiver.

He buried his face in my hair and I heard him breathing in deeply through his nose. He let out a little moan and then gave my earlobe a playful nip. I could feel myself clench and relax deliciously. He pulled back, softening his grip on my hair. I leaned forward, not wanting to break contact, but he was back up, leaning against the desk.

Frustrated at the interruption, I found my voice.

“Did you plan this whole thing? Did you make me write that memo just so you could get me alone here tonight?”

He looked at me as if I had just said the funniest thing in the world.

“Of course not. I had to see what kind of person you are. Now I know.”

Before I could ponder what he meant by that, he took both of my hands in his and pulled me up and then stepped toward me so that we were just barely touching. I could feel his stiffness against my hip. I wanted to grind into him, but first I wanted to see where he took things. He draped my hands on his shoulders, guiding me like I was a doll, and placed his own hands on my hips, turning us around like we were in a dance with no music. When we had spun in a half-circle, he gripped my hips hard and hoisted me up onto his desk. I was surprised at how strong he was. He wasn’t that big, but he tossed me up onto the desk like it was nothing. He didn’t utter a sound.

The sun was all the way down now and the office was filled with the deep purple half-light of dusk. The deep shadows accentuated the perfect lines of his face. I shifted on the desk, rubbing my thighs together in a way I hoped he recognized was intentional. He took my hands from around his neck and laid them back at my sides. He grasped my jacket by the lapels and pushed it backward. I wriggled to get my shoulders free and let him slide the jacket over my arms. The movement brought his face to my neck again and he nuzzled it once more, breathing in the aroma from my hair.

By the time he had straightened back up, I was already fumbling at the buttons on his shirt. He allowed me to fumble, seemingly enjoying my awkwardness. I hadn’t spent much time unbuttoning buttons on someone else’s shirt. Finally, I finished with the buttons and pushed his shirt back over his shoulders. It was tight, fitted, so it didn’t move easily. But once the shirt fell to the floor, I was confronted with a marble statue come to life. What was it about a suit that made it impossible to see what a man looked like? I sucked in a short, surprised breath.

He smiled knowingly. He must have been accustomed to this kind of reaction from dozens of other girls. At that moment, I didn’t care. He was mine right then.

I only had a moment to appreciate what I’d just unwrapped because he was up against me again. His own fingers were decidedly more dexterous in unbuttoning my blouse. It was off before I could even move to help. A worried thought flashed through my head as he started to pull my shirt open, but then I remembered I had worn a new powder blue bra and panty set today. I hadn’t expected anyone to see them, but I always felt more confident when I wore nice underwear. I was glad that I had.

My blouse off completely, Asher wove his fingers into my hair again, pulling my head back to receive a firm, demanding kiss. I could feel his need, his hunger in that kiss. I moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled and weak. I tried to respond, but he held me firm.

His other hand, meanwhile, snaked around my back and snapped open my bra clasp. He stopped kissing me and pulled away. He pulled the shoulder straps off so they drooped against my arms. Slowly, he traced a finger along my rib cage, just under my breasts. I sat up, arching my back. He hooked one finger in between the cups of my bra and pulled it away. I let my arms angle forward so it slid off more easily. My nipples, exposed to the cool office air, began to harden.

“You have beautiful breasts, Cora. I’ve been waiting all day and, suffice to say, I am not disappointed.”

He noticed my hardening nipples and leaned down until his mouth was level with my chest. I tensed, waiting for him to touch me with his hands or his mouth. But he didn’t. He blew softly across my left breast. I could feel it swell as blood rushed in, my body eager for more.

He leaned in to kiss me again. Instead of grabbing my hair, he placed one hand in the middle of my back, supporting me as he leaned me slightly backward. His other hand gently cupped my breast. His thumb rubbed slowly around my areola and rolled my rock-hard nipple. I could barely focus enough to kiss him back as he parted my lips with his, sucking at my bottom lip. The dual sensations sent a pulsing, throbbing sweetness all the way to my groin.

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He lowered his hand on my back until it rested just above my backside. I put my arms back to support myself and he pulled my hips toward the edge of the desk, spreading my legs apart as he thrust his own body between. My skirt bunched up, exposing my legs up to the bottom of my ass. Not that there was anything to see, Asher’s own groin was pressed right up against me. I could feel the stiffness of his cock against my own sex. Instinctively, I rolled my hips up and down, rubbing up against the hardness. I felt so wet, I couldn’t believe it.

Asher must have felt it, too, because he broke off his kiss and leaned back. He put one hand under my head and pushed me back onto the desk. My breath came in ragged gasps in anticipation of what I imagined was coming.

“Now lay still, Cora. Just be still and accept it.”

I held my bottom lip between my teeth. Asher’s hands slid down, undoing the zipper on the side of my skirt. He hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled it toward him. I lifted up my hips to help him and then I was laying there on the cold wooden desk in my panties.

Suddenly, he wasn’t there. I couldn’t feel anything. Absurdly, I imagined he had disappeared. I looked up to make sure that he was still there. Of course, he was. He was standing over me, staring. I felt so exposed, so naked, wearing only the barest triangle of sheer fabric. Apprehension fought with excitement. I felt vulnerable and secure at the same time.

“I just wanted to look at you,” he said, his voice low and husky, thick with desire. In one motion, he ran both of his hands up my legs, thumbs trailing along my inner thighs. It felt like there should be a glow between my legs for all of the heat. When his fingers came together in their path along my legs, he let his thumbs brush lightly across the front of my panties. The pleasure was so intense it felt almost painful. My back arched and my pelvis tilted forward, searching for more contact. But he had taken his hands further north, gently taking hold of my panties and pulling them down. Following the lead of his hands, I lifted my legs up straight, letting him lift my last scrap of clothing over my feet. In some corner of my mind, I thanked myself for going to regular Pilates classes.

Asher had both of my ankles in one hand, keeping my legs in the air. My feet were level with his face. A slight bit of pressure and he folded my knees, pushing my legs down, backward, and apart. I felt the cool air between my legs and felt how wet I had become. He stepped under my bent legs, resting them on his broad, muscular shoulders.

“You smell incredible,” he breathed.

His hands gripped my hips, holding me firmly in place as he pushed himself forward, my legs going straight up into the air. He planted kisses around my navel, working his way slowly down to my hip bones and then onto the upper part of my thighs. He moved like that, in ever tightening concentric circles. His mouth passed just over my sex and I could feel his hot breath like a gentle touch. I could feel the muscles inside me tighten in a spasm of anticipation. But his mouth moved on and continued its slow, inexorable path around my body.

My hips rocked back and forth on their own, trying to get closer, to make contact with his lips, his tongue. But he would not go where I wanted. He made me wait, made me want it. I reached behind me and gripped the edge of the desk. I was so full of pent up energy and desire that I thought I was going to explode. How was he so controlled? Every other guy I had ever been with would have been inside me already, pumping away, racing toward their orgasm. I had learned to accept that that was how guys were and to take care of myself. But this was different. It felt like the only thing that existed in that moment was my pleasure. And Asher was controlling that with a dexterity that I hadn’t imagined possible.

He sucked little kisses on the inside of my thighs. I could feel his hair lightly brushing me – there. I twitched involuntarily. His hands left my hips and travelled by fingertip up to my breasts. He alternated between lightly tracing his fingers around my nipples and powerfully gripping my breasts at the base. The effect was intense. I could feel my whole body vibrating. But the one place where I wanted sensation, where the impact would be the greatest, he was studiously avoiding.

When he finally landed there, it was almost painful. My nerve endings had been primed for action for so long they were hyperactive. A low groan escaped me. Was that even my voice? I had always made noises during sex, mimicking the expressions of passion I heard in porn, the exaggeratedly feminine ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. This was different. This was a sound being pulled out of the depths of me, unbidden.

His tongue was rough, textured, as it danced around my most intimate spaces. I struggled to remain still so as not to interrupt his movements. His hands left my breasts and returned to my hips, holding me firmly in place. I opened my legs further, as wide as they could go. He got the message immediately and took one of his hands away. He moved his tongue up, circling around my clitoris. Then I felt one of his long, elegant fingers slide smoothly inside me.

He kept a steady rhythm with his tongue as he moved his finger in and out. I could feel the pressure building deep inside of me. My hips tried to buck, to move against him, but he had wrapped his remaining arm across me, pinning me to the table.

Suddenly, his finger crooked slightly and I felt a new sensation. A wave of pleasure built, dull but intense, powerful. It continued to climb, like a wave that kept rising. My breathing stopped. The wave had to break soon, but it just kept building. Then he accelerated, his tongue and his finger moving blindingly fast, and the wave broke. I convulsed. I could feel myself gripping him inside me, tightening around his finger. The orgasm came from deep, unlike any I had experienced before.

I had no idea how long it lasted, but when it was finally over I was fully out of breath and I couldn’t feel my legs.