BOOK 2. TASTING MY BOSS COCK

CHAPTER 1

Lila's pov

My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the tray of coffee in my hands. It was my first day as Alexander Voss's personal assistant, and I was already a walking disaster. The boardroom was packed with men in suits, tight lipped smiles on their faces and their eyes glaring at me like they wanted to have me for breakfast.  

And there I was walking down the meeting hall, my feet wobbling, which I wasn't sure if it was from how oversized the shoe was or my anxiety that threatened to rip me apart.

Gosh! I couldn't afford making a mess of myself on my first day as the wealthiest billionaire's assistant in the city. I had to make a good impression!

I had begun to breathe a sigh of relief when I made it to his chair.

Then my heel caught on the carpet.

The tray tipped upward and I screeched as I watched the whole content of the coffee fly away from the cup and begin to drop in slow, torturous motion.

Oh God!

At that moment I wished the ground would just open up and swallow me or that the content poured on me instead 

Not my boss.

Not my arrogant boss who only wore a frown as his make up.

I froze in horror as the scalding coffee splashed right across his lap, soaking through his tailored pants, drenching the front of his crotch.

The room froze.

Alexander Voss didn't flinch. He just looked down at the mess, then up at me with those cold blue eyes that made me want to melt on the floor. Become instantly invisible.

No. No. No.

Everyone waited for the explosion. Their eyes stared really right at him, waiting for him to stand up and drag my hair until it pulled out of my scalp, my scream a melody to his ear.

But Instead, he stood up, his eyes staring ahead as he said calmly, "Meeting adjourned. Miss Harper, stay."

The executives filed out in silence. And I suspected they didn't want to be caught in the explosion that was about to happen. The hell that was about to break loose on my head.

The door clicked shut and we were now alone, the sound of my heavy breath filling the exotic room.

My heart pounded so hard against my chest I thought it would burst out, scattered in pieces on the floor.

I folded my hand in front of me, my head beant as I secretly watched him lean back in his chair, his legs spread, the wet fabric clinging to the thick outline of his swollen crotch.

Was that his cock swollen? Did that mean that he was hard?

"Clean it up," he finally said after seconds of silence, his voice low and dangerous.

I dropped to my knees immediately without thinking. My hands trembled as I reached for my personal napkins, but before I could use it to swipe the floor clean, he caught my wrist.

"With your fucking tongue."

My eyes widened and I looked up at him, my mouth going dry immediately.

“Wh-what?” I spurted out, thinking I had just imagined him saying I should use my tongue to wipe the floor clean. The same floor that high calibre men had just walked in and then out.

But he just stared back at me with a cold look, his eyes void of any humour that might have suggested he was joking.

He was serious.

I looked down at the floor and then at him, his look growing impatient.

I needed this job. I needed this job more than I needed breath.

With a long breath, I leaned into the floor, my tongue out and ready to lick the floor. But his next word stopped me again.

“My thigh, woman. I meant my fucking thigh.”

My face burned with embarrassment, but I obeyed and then leaned in to lick the coffee from his thigh.

The fabric was warm from his body, and he hardened too perfectly under my tongue. I graced my tongue to the other areas that was stained with the coffee, my nose moving closer and closer to his crotch until my tongue was now inches away from the swell on his crotch.

I could feel him growing, thickening, pressing against the wet material.

My stomach curled with easy desire and I felt my pussy clenched at the prospect of being so close to my boss cock.

I was soaked already, my thighs throbbing with need.

He watched me the whole time, his eyes dark and hard to read.

"Good girl," he murmured when I finished.

Then he stood up, his huge and intimidating height towering over me.

"Come to my office at eight. Don't even think of being late. Leave,” he growled as he turned his back to me.

I didn't even bother to ask why he needed me the time when every worker had left for their respective home. I just hurriedly out of there, my arousal dripping down my thighs. And for the rest of the day, I worked in a haze, my kind drifting to how close my lips had come to his cock.

Every time I moved, I felt how wet I was. It was uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to go to the rest for the fear of giving into temptation and then touching myself.

My panties were ruined beyond reason with my juices. I couldn't stop thinking about his clothed cock under my tongue. About what I could have done to it.

I immediately shook my head, forcing myself to get rid of the thought.

At nothing later than eight, I knocked on his office door.

"Come in,” his thick gruff voice answered, and I clenched my thigh from how sexy it sounded.

He was behind his desk, his sleeves rolled up, looking like sin in a suit.

"Lock the door."

I did without hesitation. And when I turned back to look at him was already on his feet. He walked around the desk, and then stopped in front of me.

"Bend over."

“S_sir?” My voice trembled.

“I said bend over,” he ordered again, his voice harsher this time.

My legs shook as I bent over the mahogany desk, my short pencil skirt riding up to almost reveal my ass cheeks.

I jerked forwards when I felt his palm on my ass ass he flipped the skirt higher, exposing my ass to him.

I shivered.

Then in the next second he ripped my panties off in one motion, and I gasped out loud before turning to look at him in shock, but his hand grabbed the back of my head and pressed it to the table.

“Raise your head again, and I'll increase whatever I'm planning to do to you,” he groaned.

I whimpered as I suddenly felt the cool air hit my soaked pussy.

He groaned.

"Fuck, you're dripping,” he cursed before I felt his hand came down hard on my ass.

I cried out, my ass cheeks stinging painfully from the slap.

"Count." 

I nodded in fear and something that felt like excitement.