Desire heats my face. The intensity of his need is exciting, but also makes me a little apprehensive. I swallow my nerves, then stiffen my legs to stop from squirming. He’s still on his back and I’m the one standing over him. I’m in charge. In control.
“I almost didn’t hire you because you’re too hot.”
I laugh softly. “But I’m here now anyway. Do you often touch yourself thinking of me?”
“Always. I do it fantasizing about you using me for your pleasure.”
Then he whispers all the things he imagines I’m doing to him and he’s doing to me, every time he grabs his greedy dick. Filthy, dirty, completely inappropriate. The kind of things that would make HR scream in horror. The kind of things that make me even wetter.
My head spins with the raw words pouring out of him. He reaches for me, but I pull away playfully. I bend over his desk, making sure he has a view of my uptilted pelvis and ass. I slide my hand under my skirt—hidden from view, but he knows where it’s going—and push my fingers into myself, pretending they’re Emmett’s thick, hard cock. I tell him what I’m doing, while sliding my other hand under my top, pushing the bra out of the way and cupping my breast.
I moan loudly, letting him know how good I’m feeling with the fingers inside me. Emmett’s eyes are glued to what he can’t actually see as he abruptly pumps his fist hard and fast. He fights for breath, and his teeth clench.
My own orgasm builds. I rein it back, wanting to see him succumb to pleasure first—
A white stream shoots out of his penis, landing wetly across his chest and belly. His entire body shakes uncontrollably with the aftermath, and the sight makes me feel powerful, in charge and sexy as hell.
The orgasm I’ve been holding at bay smashes past my control and booms through me, exploding like a bomb. My eyes squeezed shut, I twist and scream. Suddenly Emmett is behind me, flipping my skirt up and pulling my hand from between my thighs as he pushes himself into my slick depths.
He grabs my hips, his hands incredibly strong. I cover my mouth to contain a shriek as he s-l-o-w-l-y pumps in and out a couple of times, but it’s no use. I struggle to breathe, then grind against him. I’m going to die if he doesn’t—
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Somewhere something keeps buzzing. Emmett curses.
I scrunch my face briefly, then open my eyes and look at the dim ceiling. Light is slicing through the gaps between the curtains. What the…?
I blink as reality reasserts itself. Bedroom. My own bed.
Home.
Okay. Good. Thank God I didn’t do anything inappropriate with Emmett again. Still… What kind of dream was that?
Nothing good, I decide. See the boss with his dick out, have a quickie with him and I’m having dreams with a whole new triple-X scenario? Good lord. He’s hot, and the orgasm was phenomenal, but really? This is not going to help me figure out how to deal with him when we see each other again.
I fumble on the nightstand for my phone. The screen says two past ten a.m. And I have a few texts from Emmett.
Shit, shit, shit!
I sit up, feeling like a kid who got caught with her hand in a cookie jar. There’s no way Emmett could know what kind of dream I had, but that doesn’t make me feel any better.
Besides, now that my head and sanity aren’t mired in the thick sludge of sleep deprivation and the peaks and troughs of blood sugar and caffeine, I’m beginning to see how reckless I was last night. I grabbed Emmett Lasker and kissed him. And not just a peck, but with a tongue down his throat!
Then I had his incredible dick in my very wet vagina.
I bury my face in my hands. I am so screwed.
He could be texting to fire me. The best I can hope for is for him to tell me he’s going to call a meeting with HR to “discuss my behavior.” I don’t know if lack of sleep will be a valid defense. I should consult a lawyer specializing in HR matters.
But first, I should check the texts. Dread twisting my gut into pretzels, I swipe my phone.
–Emmett: We need to wrap up the model. I’m busy in the morning and early afternoon so let’s meet at 4:30 to discuss.
“I can’t” is not an option here. I read on.
–Emmett: Also send me all the references and data on the commodity and labor pricing so I can review those before our discussion.
–Emmett: You don’t have to send the model early, but it should be ready for our meeting.