2: Caught In The Act

Emma

“Yes,” I whisper, embarrassed it must have sounded as a moan.

I take long steps to match his. The sensation between my thighs getting even worse.

I nod a greeting to his red-headed secretary as we make way to his office. She tells him she has his coffee on his table already and he thanks her before we disappear into his office. The air is different when I step in. Cold and smells like him. A musky mix of chocolate and a woody scent. I take a long inhale as I set the documents on his table then turn around to leave.

“Wait, Emma,” he calls out. I turn back to him and let out a sharp breath. His suit jacket is off now and I can see his taut arm muscles hugging his shirt. I'd give anything to have this view every day. Those strong arms pining against these walls while he fucks me silly.

I watch as he take a quick sip of his coffee, imagining those lips on mine instead. And those between my thighs. I bite the instead of my mouth, pressing my legs together to stop the violent throb in my core. I can already feel the warm wetness coating my panties.

“Are you almost done with the campaign for the Dexter's?”

Fuck ..fuck…fuck. The Dexter's campaign I had totally forgotten about.

“Yes, I am sir,” I lie and adjust my nerdy glasses.

He takes his seat, eyes glued on me.

“Alright then. I'd like to review it today,” he adds.

Kill me. I haven't as-a-matter-of-fact began anything.

“I'll bring it in when I'm done, sir,” I reply, my mind racing to think of a way to make it possible.

“Stop the sir nonsense and call me Knox, please. And I'll be expecting it.”

“Alright si-”

He slants his eyebrows and I catch myself before I complete the sentence. “Alright Mr Williams,” I say, settling for his last name instead.

The corner of his lips curve upwards in a slant smile. It's hot. And sends the wrong signals to my pussy. I need to get out of here and help myself before I die of horniness.

“That is all. You can return to your office now,” he says. Finally.

I hasten my steps out of his office and walk to mine at the extreme end of the building. It was an abandoned space before my arrival as the only intern around. I shut the door quickly as I settle in. My desk is the same way I left it. A coffee mug with some files scattered on it. I know I'm a clumsy mess and wouldn't have a shot at this job if he wasn't my stepfather. I'm not as pathetic as you might think. But horny? Yes.

It's been over a month since I got laid by my boyfriend. I've only had my thoughts of Mr Williams entertain me while I satisfy myself. Which hasn't been doing a lot.

My nipples are hard as I slip my fingers into my shirt and fondle them gently. I need to get fucked soon.

I rush to my desk and grab the dildo I had locked in one of the drawers. Can't blame a cock-deprived girl for having emergency tension relievers. I slip my panties to my knees and settle on the leather seat, guiding the mid-size dildo into my wet pussy.

A sharp breath falls off my lips and I begin to thrust it inside and out of me, making hushed moaning sounds. I'm so glad my office is far away from the others.

I bite down my moans as I increase the pace of my thrusts. Fuck. It's getting harder to keep quiet as I sense a build up in my muscles. I'm close.

“Fuck”.

In. So fucking close.

Out.

In.

“Emma, I need to-”

The door to my office flies open.

Fuck! No.