“It’s really nice.”
The door squeaks open slightly and a young woman, in her mid-twenties with long, wavy black hair that cascades around her shoulders, pokes her head around the door. “Oh, hello, Kyle, I wasn’t expecting you to be in the office today.”
“Hi, Cassie. I wasn’t going to, but I wanted to show my girlfriend here what I get up to all day long.”
Her eyes flick to me, she looks me up and down. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” she says, giving me a smile that almost seems forced.
“Yeah, you too.” There is something off about this girl. “Are you Kyle’s assistant?” I ask, returning her smile with one of my own.
“I am, yes, I’ve been working here for about two years now. Kyle is the best boss I’ve ever had.” I don’t know whether it’s just me, but the edge in her voice when she said ‘had’, makes me think she means something more. A pang of jealousy slices through me.
“Is that a fact.”
“Cassie, would you get us some coffees please?” Kyle asks, changing the subject.
“Absolutely, won’t be long,” she says, she gives me one more look over before she leaves, closing the door behind her.
I look over at Kyle, an eyebrow raised. “Best boss she ever had, huh?”
“It was a long time ago, it’s nothing at all for you to worry about.”
“She still seems pretty hopeful that history will repeat itself.”
He cups my face in his hands and pins be against the desk. “That is not going to happen.”
“She’s really pretty,” I say. I’m ashamed at how jealousy is building up inside me, it’s a foreign feeling, something I’ve never felt before.
“And not half as beautiful as you.” He kisses me, roughly, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. My hands fly up to his face, my fingers running against the short stubble that covers his jaw. He leans further into me, pinning me harder against his desk that is digging into the backs of my thighs. His hands slide down my body, one holding onto my waist, the other holding the edge of the desk to steady himself.
The door squeaks open but we don’t stop. Instead, Kyle deepens the kiss and grips me harder, I can feel his erection against my stomach. After another minute, we finally break apart as Cassie comes further into the room carrying two coffees, a bright pink blush spreads across her cheeks, the look of shock and a hint of disappointment painted across her face. She looks between the two of us before backing out of the door without a word.
“I think she understands that you’re the only woman in my life, don’t you?” Kyle says, clearly pleased with our performance.
I giggle. “Good. If I ever find out she’s had her hands on you again, I’ll scratch her eyes out,” I warn, amused.
“I quite like this little jealousy thing you have going on.”
“Really?” I ask. He nods. I reach up and play with the collar on his jacket, pulling him in close. “Show me just how much you like it, Mr King.”
He lets out a low growl before backing towards the door and locking it. He stalks back towards me, his steps eating up the floor as he reaches me. He pulls me into him, talking my mouth roughly, hungrily. One of his hands holds me tight on my waist, the other tangled deep into my hair. “Turn around and bend over the desk."
A bolt of electricity shoots to my core, my clit begins to throb with desire.
I turn around and slowly bend over the desk, my chest, and my cheek flush against it. Kyle steps closer so his erection is wedged up against my ass. I kick off my shoes as he reaches around my front and undoes my jeans before sliding them down my legs, along with my panties. He then turns to my shirt, which he tugs over my head and drops it on the floor. Next goes my bra.
I’m completely naked. I feel so exposed.
The anticipation of what is to come has my heart pounding, wetness beginning to pool between my thighs, my legs starting to tremble. He runs his hand up the insides of my thighs before touching me there. I let out a whimper as he slides his fingers through my wet folds, he rubs against my swollen clit before dipping two, no, three fingers inside me, stretching me. He moves them in and out a few moments more before pulling out. I moan with the loss of his fingers inside me.
I turn my head as far as I can, straining my neck. I watch as Kyle brings his fingers up to his lips, tasting me, the action sending jolts of desire to my core. He rids himself of his jacket and his shirt. I watch as he unbuckles his belt, undoes the buttons on his jeans and pulls down the zipper. He pulls his cock out of his pants and strokes himself as he looks down at me, our eyes lock and he groans. He pulls out a condom and slides it down his long hard length.
He grips my hips and spreads my legs apart with his knees, his feet planted in between mine.
I’m pinned, unable to move.
“This is going to be hard, baby. That okay?” His voice is low and shaky.
I whimper. “Yes,” I breathe out.
“Hold onto the desk,” he commands. I reach my hands above my head and grip the opposite edge of the desk.
He lines himself up with my entrance before taking me in one hard thrust of his hips. I cry out with the force of the blow. He rocks into me, my hips hitting the edge of the desk so hard it’s almost painful, each thrust moves the desk slightly, the legs scraping across the hard floor as he fucks me. His hands grip my hips tightly. I arch
