CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

WOOD POV

I had plenty of workloads I should be getting on with. Client emails and order schedules to run through. A whole new year’s marketing plan to sign off ready for implementation. End of quarter reports to add my signature to.

I should have been throwing myself into my to-do list, ready to wrap up for at least some semblance of a holiday break, but I wasn’t.

Instead I was strumming my pen against my desk top, keeping my fingers occupied lest they be tempted to find their way down to the hard on still throbbing in my pants.

My mind was all on my talented little trainee’s lace and polka dot. That and her freckles. Her pouty little mouth.

Her innocence.

Her nerves.

And it shouldn’t have been. My thoughts about sweet little Mae were nothing short of professional disgust.

All I could think of was tearing that coffee stained blouse from those perky little tits and feasting on her nipples until she whimpered for me. Of her tight little cunt so ripe and pink, sucking on my fingers as they stretched her open.

Her puckered little asshole winking from between those glorious fucking ass cheeks.

I wanted it all. Every sweet little dirty part of her.

I wanted to take her so rough she’d feel me for days. To pound that tender little pussy so hard she’d scream my name.

And I wanted it all right then and there. Just as I’d wanted her every fucking day since I’d seen her pretty face on my social media timeline. Just as I’d worked my dick every fucking night after she’d stared at me so sweetly across the meeting room.

Like I was a god amongst mere mortals.

Like I was her fucking boss and she wanted to impress me, more like it.

Even thinking about her was playing with fire.

Offices and relationships don’t mix. Ever.

Scrap that. Relationships were a whole other level.

Offices and sex don’t mix. Especially not when one of the parties is half your age and the daughter of a woman you used to go to school with.

The thought had sobered me up strongly enough for the past two months that I figured it would still hold sway in the face of coffee-covered tits, but I was delusional as all shit.

Recriminations meant nothing to my traitorous dick. Not one single fucking thing.

The moment the knock on my door came and Nick walked right on through with her laptop under his arm was enough to make my mouth water.

A delicious excitement. A shiver down my spine.

I couldn’t deny the thrilling ghost of intuition, and I’m normally not far out in my judgement.

I all but snatched the laptop from his grip as he handed it across my desk.

“Issue with one of the drivers, should be fixed now,” he grunted.

“Anything else of note?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t go looking, got enough on my plate to get done.”

He didn’t even wait for me to send him on his way. He was almost out through the door when I summoned him back for her login details.

I watched him intently as he typed in her password, filing it away to memory.

Username: MaeC

Password: sweetlittleMaeMae

She was a sweet little Mae Mae alright.

I didn’t even wait for my office door to close behind him before I was clicking my way through her browser history.

Work shit, client websites, weather forecasts…

Christmas shopping…

Nothing hugely of note.

The disappointment racked through me in waves before I decided to click on her local documents file. I was resigning myself to coming up empty-handed when I spotted Mae's stuff folder.

Bingo.

My heart bloomed in dark twisted bliss.

Mae’s stuff was exactly what I was looking for. And absolutely nothing that I was expecting.

The girl must have been some kind of prolific writer in her spare time. Document upon document titled with various random names.

Stationery cupboard. Overtime. Office kitchen. Files and files of random office locations which meant little to me until I discovered one little gem amongst the icons.

First time anal.

I had to blink to be certain, staring at that title like a man possessed by nothing fucking holy.

Clicking that document came so fucking easy, but what didn’t come so easy was seeing my name on the screen in black and white.

I’d been dreaming of Mr Douglas being the one to take my virgin ass since the very first moment I saw him…

I had to read the sentence three times through before the implication fully dawned on me.

I scanned the document over and over and back and forth before I read it from the top, bemused and ecstatic all at once in one filthy twisted mess of a package.

I was no fucking idiot. I knew the girls in the office looked at me. I knew she looked at me.

I’d seen it in her eyes when I was talking in meetings. I’d seen it in the way she’d flush

and look at the table top and not at me when I said her name.

I’d seen it in the way her body shied so deliciously from mine in the office kitchen.

Quiet.

Understated.

Addictive.

I’d seen all of it, and wanted more of it, and every single time my dick had made it clear just how much more of it I wanted, I’d shut it down as being well and truly out of fucking bounds.

And yet there I was, with these young girl’s filthy words at my fingertips, and littered right through them was my name.

My name and her name, over and over.

The sweet young girl I’d seen on her mother’s social media profile wasn’t anywhere to be seen in her literature. The stuff wasn’t cute teenage-style ramblings about a boss crush, or a humorous outpouring of trashy fantasy.

It was dark. Dirty.

Deep and raw and dripping with need.

And I felt all of it.

Every fucking word, and every single word of it went straight to my cock.

I should’ve closed it down and condemned it as an abuse of company hardware. I should’ve hauled her in here and asked why she was storing such obscenity on her work laptop, fighting the urge to bend her over my desk and spank her tight little ass for her cheekiness.

I should’ve done anything other than read that file from top to bottom until my fist finally wandered down enough to loosen my belt and slip inside.

Mae wasn’t just a filthy little bitch, she was also a talented one. The words flowed from the page like magic, fluid and provocative and horny as all living fuck.

Her descriptions of me were both flattering and apt. She’d captured everything from the way my jaw hardened in agitation to the way my brows furrowed when I was concentrating. She’d noticed the length of my fingers and the broad span of my hands. The way I paced with purpose when moving from one part of the office to another.

How my thighs strained in my suit trousers when I was rising from sitting.

How my dick hung slightly to the right when I leaned against the worktop in the company kitchen.

How big I’d likely be when hard.

How much it’d hurt when I pushed the head of my cock inside her tight little virgin asshole.

My hips shunted forward as I worked my dick faster under the desk. The heat was building behind my eyes, temples pounding with the need to shoot my load, but I couldn’t stop reading.

I clicked from that file to another, grunting out loud to find that stationery cupboard was a story about me slamming her hard into the filing cabinets and pumping her full of my cum as she begged me for more.

Overtime told the tale of me keeping her late for a disciplinary meeting and ordering her to strip naked and spread-eagle herself on the meeting room table. I read in glorious detail how I slapped her pussy until she cried and promised she’d learned her lesson.

Office kitchen saw her on her knees, milking my cock with her pretty mouth until I was ready to jizz into her coffee mug. In the story, I made her drink it down instead of milk and she told me it was delicious.

Sweeter than creamer.

That’s probably the thing that first made me realise she hadn’t done any of these things in real life.

Nobody wants spunk in their coffee, not even a dirty little girl like Mae, and it sure doesn’t taste like creamer.

But fuck how I wanted to make her taste her own filthy fucking words and find out her mistake for herself.

I came in my open palm, my teeth gritted and my breath hissing loud. I came so hard that my ears rung and my thighs tensed and twitched in my seat as I bucked and jerked and cursed out loud.

I caught my breath in long gulps as the regular office noises filtered back into my senses — footsteps, the hum of the printer, muted laughter from the girls next door.

And then I did a whole load more digging on sweet little Mae Mae.

Holiday deadlines be as damned as my fucking soul.