38. Office Sex

A morning breeze chilled my skin as I strolled through the city toward the building I hoped to call home for the rest of my life. At five a.m., the usually busy streets were deserted, the occasional taxi driver driving aimlessly down the road and looking for work. I continued my short five-minute walk and finally stopped at Cline Industries, smiling up at the skyscraper.

      

While it wasn't the biggest building in town, it was at least twenty stories high and a piece of architectural artwork. Since I was a girl, it had been my dream to work here, doing any sort of job, and last week, I was finally offered the position as the assistant for the CEO of the company.

      

I opened the front doors and walked into the lobby, swiping the company ID card Castrol Industries sent me in the mail earlier this week. Honestly, I was surprised that I was even offered this position because I hadn't even interviewed with the CEO and I had only been working in the field for a few years.

      

Anyway, I wasn't going to complain. I had wanted this for so long.

      

When I stepped into the elevator and pushed the top button, my stomach flipped with nervousness. I hoped to God that I didn't fuck this up, like I had my last job, because I didn't want to be without a job and living in this city again. The cost of living was way too high.

      

"Hold the elevator!" someone shouted.

      

Just before the doors closed, I slipped my arm between them, making them reopen. A younger man with devilish brown eyes, small lines on his forehead, and a head full of thick brown hair with streaks of gray in it hurried into the elevator, a phone to his ear. When he looked at me, I smiled nervously and glanced down at my toes.

      

"Let me call you back when I get into the office," he said, voice deep and resonant, then stuffed the phone into his pocket. The elevator closed its doors and began traveling up the elevator shaft to the top floor. "Going to the top floor too?"

      

"Yes," I said, glancing over at him and smiling.

      

Lips curling into a smile-or was that a smirk?-he tilted his head to the side to peer at me with those intense brown eyes. "What's your name?"

      

"Aria," I said, shifting under his gaze for a few moments. When I realized that I didn't ask for his, my cheeks flamed. I opened my mouth as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. "And-"

      

Before I could finish my sentence, he walked out of the elevator and looked back at me. "Well, have a great first day here, Aria. I hope you enjoy yourself here."

      

He greeted the man, Jared, at the front desk and walked into a hallway, which must've led to the back offices.

      

For a few moments, I stared at his departing figure. How'd he know it was my first day?

      

After shaking my head to urge myself to forget it, I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure, and walked out of the elevator to the desk. I introduced myself and was told to wait in an empty office to fill out some preliminary paperwork before I could officially start.

      

By the time I finished, it was after lunch. I handed the papers to the man at the front desk, who stood up and gestured to the back offices.

"Okay, Aria. You're all finished. I think it is time you meet our CEO, Mr. Hart. His office is all the way down the hall and to the left."

      

When I made it to his door, I took a deep breath, promised myself not to fuck this up, and knocked twice on his door. Rubbing my sweaty palms together, I tried to breathe evenly to calm my racing heart, but I had been anxiously waiting to meet him all morning.

      

"Come in," someone called from inside the room.

      

I walked into the room and saw the man from the elevator leaning over a large desk and hundreds of papers. When he saw me standing, dumbfounded, in his doorway, he stood up and threw me another one of those devilish smiles.

      

"Aria, I hope you're having a good first day. I looked over your profile this morning, and I am pleased to be working with someone like you."

      

My lips parted slightly as I stumbled over my words to figure out something to say. Was I stupid or just plain dumb? Why hadn't I put two and two together earlier this morning? Not many people worked on the twentieth floor of this building.

      

"I-I-I ... sorry. I should've-I should've-" Damn, what was wrong with me? Why the hell was I reacting like this with him? I had never been this nervous with any other employer. "I'm glad to be working with you too."

      

He walked around his desk, leaned against it, and crossed his arms, his suit tightening around his biceps. "No need to be nervous, Aria. I promise that I don't bite," he said, tongue gliding against his front teeth.

      

And stupid me waited for him to finish with, Unless you want me to.

      

At the thought, my cheeks flamed even hotter. I couldn't help to think that there was another meaning to his words-a meaning that I was giving them. He was my boss. I couldn't be thinking about stuff like that, especially on the first day.

      

After showing me to my office-which looked nearly identical to his with a huge bookshelf, large floor-length windows, and a grand red-oak desk-he placed his hand on my back and guided me back to his room.

      

"There is something that I didn't include in the job description when you applied," he started, squeezing my shoulder slightly and moving to my side to whisper in my ear. "Most days are long and stressful for me."

      

With his voice so deep and so low in my ear, I shivered and clenched. Fucking clenched.

      

"Well, I can help with that," I said, not really knowing what I was getting myself into.

      

"You will help."

      

It wasn't a suggestion but a coldhearted demand.

      

"How?" I asked, feeling more warmth pool between my legs, the longer this man stood beside me.

     

He moved behind me, his body centimeters from mine, and trailed his fingers around my waist. Stubble brushing against the column of my neck, he took my earlobe between his lips and tugged on it slightly. "Like this," he said, undoing the first button on my top.

      

"Sir, I don't think this is appropriate."

      

Though, for some reason, I didn't want him to stop.

      

He undid the next button.

"Mr. Hart, I do-don't think ..." I couldn't even finish my sentence as he undid all the buttons on my shirt.

      

Leaving me in a black bra and a skirt, he walked around his desk and sat in his chair, those devil eyes fixed on me. "Take off your clothes."

      

"Sir, I can't. It-it's not right."

     

"I said, take them off. Now."

      

If I wanted to please the boss and keep this job ...

      

When I unclipped my bra, my breasts fell out of it with ease and bounced slightly in front of him. I pushed my skirt down and crossed my arms over my chest to hide my body from him.

     

He gazed down at my panties. "You're not finished."

      

After glancing behind me at the door to make sure it was closed, I stepped out of my panties and covered my body with my arms again.

      

"You're sexy, Aria. Don't cover your body."

      

He gave me a daring look, and I found myself instantly dropping my arms by my sides.

      

He pushed out his seat a few feet, enough for me to see the bulge throbbing against his gray suit pants. "Do you like that?"

      

I squeezed my legs together and felt my nipples harden.

      

He tapped the edge of his desk. "Come here."

      

When I sat on his desk, he forced my legs apart. I looked behind his desk, seeing for the first time how dark it really was outside. It must've been way later than one p.m. when I finished that paperwork. With the lights being on, everyone outside could definitely see me up here in his office, naked. The windows were all glass, and with it being a Friday night, everyone was out in the city.

      

He trailed his fingers up the inside of my thigh, and I closed my eyes, taking in his touch, waiting for him to touch my clit. He stopped inches away and smirked up at me.

      

"Touch yourself for me," he said.

      

My eyes went wide, and I shook my head.

      

"Yes, Aria, you will." He gave me a stern look. "Touch yourself."

      

I leaned back on one hand and placed my other hand on my core. Leaning back, he stroked himself through his pants as he watched me intently, his eyes never once leaving mine. At the mere sight of him jerking himself off, I clenched and rubbed myself harder and faster, the pressure building up quickly.

      

With my other fingers, I tugged on my nipple-hard. A surge of pleasure rushed through me, and I let out a small moan. He took two fingers, rubbed them against my wetness, and slipped them into me, almost immediately finding and massaging my G-spot. I threw my head back and continued to play with my clit. The pleasure built up higher and higher.

      

Someone knocked on the office door. I pressed my legs together and covered my chest with my hands. I jumped up to get my clothes, but Mr. Hart pushed me back onto the desk. He took his fingers out of me and brought them up to my lips.

      

"You will stay here. Just like this," he said without room for argument. He stood and forced himself between my legs, pushing his fingers into my mouth. "Suck them."

      

Instead of freaking out like I should've, I sucked his fingers into my mouth. He wouldn't let anyone come into the room. He was in the wrong just as much as I was. If someone found out that he was fucking his new employee, the investors in the company would throw him out, right?

      

Someone knocked again.

"Come in," Mr. Knowles said.

      

My eyes widened, and I went to jump back up, but he held me steady on the desk.

      

Was he serious? I was naked on his damn desk.

     

The door opened. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sir," Jared said. "I can come back another time."

      

"Don't worry about it, Jared. What do you need?"

      

When I tried to pull his fingers out of my mouth, he held them there and pushed two fingers from his other hand into my pussy. I gasped as he began thrusting them in me, making my pussy make sloppy, wet sounds so loud that Jared could definitely hear them.

      

"I just wanted to drop Aria's paperwork off before I left," he said, awkwardness laced in his voice. I didn't dare look back at him, yet I heard him shuffle around and place paper on the desk behind me. "See you on Monday, sir."

      

"What was that?!" I yelled at Knowles when the door closed.

      

Hart just smirked at me and continued to thrust his fingers inside of me. He tugged on my nipple and rolled it around his thumb. "It was me relieving my stress from the day."

      

"I don't care about your stress." Lie. "I'm done!" Another lie. "Get off of me." Lie again.

      

My inner brattiness would get me punished hard one of these days, and I didn't even know this man. Yet here he was, bringing that side of me out so damn easily that I knew I would never be able to leave. This might've been my dream job as a girl, but it was really my dream job now.

      

He pulled me off of the table, spun me around, and forced me against the window with the side of my face pressed up hard against it. He was right at my back, squeezing my breast in his hand.

      

"You're done when I say you're done," he said huskily in my ear.

      

He pressed his cock against my backside, and I gasped as he thrust himself into me.

      

"Sir," I breathed out.

      

He wrapped his hand around the front of my neck and used my body for his pleasure. As he rubbed my clit with his other hand, he looked at me through the reflection in the window. "All those people standing down on the street can see you fucking your boss. They can see how much of a slut you are," he whispered into my ear.

      

I moaned out as he thrust harder and harder inside me. The pressure built up more and more. His hand gripped my neck a little tighter as his fingers rubbed harder against my clit. The pressure tipped me over, and I moaned out as I released around him.

      

"Fuck," he groaned, spraying his hot cum all over my backside.

      

"Did you get your release for today, sir?" I asked.

      

He pushed me up harder against the window and smirked against my ear. "I did, Aria. I did."