After-Hours Heat 2

💦Boss’s Dirty Commands💦

I swallowed hard, still sitting on the edge of the conference table with Alessandro’s cock still buried deep inside me.

"What is it?" he asked again, voice low.

I showed him the screen. "The board knows, they want me in a meeting first thing tomorrow. They called it an emergency."

Alessandro read the message, then cursed under his breath. He didn’t pull out, instead he gripped my hips tighter. "Fuck them. We’re not stopping now."

"But Alessandro…"

He thrust into me once, hard, cutting me off. "You feel that? That’s what matters right now, not some old men in suits."

I moaned, my head falling back. "This is crazy. If they know, we could both lose everything."

"Let them try." He started moving again, slow deep strokes that made my toes curl. "You’ve been mine since the moment you walked into my office six months ago. I’m not giving you up because of office gossip."

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. "You really mean that?"

"Yes." He leaned down and bit my neck, then soothed it with his tongue. "I’ve wanted you too long to let this end tonight. Tell me you want the same."

"I do," I gasped as he hit that spot inside me again. "God, I do. But we’re being reckless."

"Good." He pulled out suddenly, making me whimper at the emptiness. "Get on your knees."

I slid off the table and dropped to my knees on the carpet. His cock glistened with our mixed juices, thick and hard right in front of my face.

"Clean me up," he ordered. "Use that pretty mouth."

I looked up at him as I took him between my lips, tasting both of us. Alessandro groaned and put his hand in my hair.

"That’s it, Sofia. Suck your boss’s cock like the good girl you are."

I took him deeper, swirling my tongue around the head. He tasted salty and dirty and perfect. I bobbed my head faster, loving the way his thighs tensed.

"Fuck, your mouth feels even better than I dreamed." He pushed a little deeper, hitting the back of my throat. "You’ve thought about this too, haven’t you? On your knees under my desk during meetings?"

I hummed around him in answer, sucking harder. My hand stroked what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

Alessandro pulled me off suddenly and stood me up. "Bend over the table again, ass up."

I obeyed, spreading my legs. He kicked them wider.

"You’re dripping down your thighs," he said, voice rough. "So fucking messy for me."

He slapped my ass, then rubbed the sting away. "Tell me what you want."

"Your cock," I begged. "Please put it back inside me."

He teased my entrance with the head. "Ask better than that."

"Fuck me, Alessandro. Fuck your secretary hard on this table, make me scream your name."

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I cried out, gripping the table edges. He didn’t go slow this time. He fucked me fast and deep, hips slapping against my ass.

"Like this?" he growled. "This what you’ve been wanting every time you brought me coffee?"

"Yes! Harder. Don’t stop."

He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles. "Come again. I want to feel you squeeze me."

I was already close. The risk, his dirty words, the way he filled me completely — it was too much. I came hard, moaning loud enough that I worried the cleaning crew might hear.

Alessandro kept pounding through my orgasm. "Good girl, so fucking good."

He pulled out and turned me around again, lifting me onto the table. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed back in.

"Look at me," he said. "I want to see your face when I come inside you."

Our eyes locked. He fucked me steady and deep, one hand on my breast, thumb teasing my nipple.

"This isn’t just sex for me, Sofia," he admitted between thrusts. "I’ve been falling for you for months. The way you argue with me in meetings. The way you smile when you think I’m not looking."

I touched his face. "Then why wait until tonight?"

"Because I was your boss. And I didn’t want to scare you away." He kissed me roughly. "Now I’m done waiting."

I kissed him back, tongues sliding together as he drove into me. "I’m scared now, but I don’t want to stop either."

"Good. Because I’m not letting you go."

His pace quickened. I could feel him getting closer.

"Come inside me again," I whispered. "Fill me up, Alessandro."

He groaned my name and buried himself deep as he came, pulsing hot inside me. We held each other tight, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.

After a minute he helped me off the table. We started picking up scattered papers, half-dressed and smiling like idiots.

"This meeting tomorrow," I said, buttoning my blouse. "What if they fire one of us?"

"They won’t." He pulled me against him and kissed my forehead. "I’ll handle it. You’re too valuable to the company and to me."

My phone buzzed again on the floor. I picked it up, another message from the company owner.

*We have video footage from the security cameras, explain yourself immediately.*

I showed Alessandro. His face went dark.

"Security cameras?" I whispered. "In here?"

He looked up at the corner of the room. A small red light blinked.

"Shit."

Before we could say anything else, his own phone started ringing. He answered on speaker.

"Moretti," he said.

"Alessandro, it’s Carlo from the board." The voice was cold. "We need you and Sofia in the office at 7 a.m, both of you. And don’t bother trying to delete anything, we already have copies."

Alessandro looked at me, eyes intense. "We’ll be there."

He hung up and pulled me close again.

"This changes nothing," he said firmly. "But we need to talk, real talk. Tonight."

I nodded, but my stomach was in knots. "Your place or mine?"

"Mine, it’s closer." He kissed me softly. "But first… one more time before we leave this room. I need you again."

He pushed me back against the table, already hard once more.

As his hand slid between my legs again, I wondered how much trouble we were really in.