Three years I"ve fantasized about my boss. Three years wondering what it would be like to have him touch me, to be trapped under that deliciously hard body while he makes every one of my fantasies come true.
I"m not his type. Hell, I"m not even sure the man knows my first name. But I"d make a deal with the devil himself for one night in his bed. I never suspected that beneath his cold exterior there was a fire that burned for me. Why would I" He"s never even touched me.
Until tonight. Tonight, he"s determined to make me his and " God help me " I"m going to let him.
Author"s note: This novel contains explicit and steamy sex scenes that may not be your cup of tea. It is intended for mature readers only.Books by Author:Ramona Gray Books
"Ms. Jones! My office, immediately."
His voice, harsh and demanding, spilled out of his office and I sighed before standing up from my desk. Smoothing my skirt, I entered his office and smiled at my boss.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Wright""
"Shut the door," he barked.
I shut the door and sat down in one of the leather chairs across from his desk. I crossed my legs delicately and his eyes drifted to my short hemline before he glared at me.
"As a matter of fact, there is a problem. A rather large one."
I pasted my best "what can I do to help" look on my face and folded my hands in my lap.
He raked his hand through his hair before his gaze dropped to my chest. "Your outfit, Ms. Jones."
My cheeks flamed immediately and I pulled self-consciously at my too-tight blouse. "Wh-what do you mean""
"You know exactly what I mean, Ms. Jones." He leaned forward and folded his own hands on the top of his desk. "It isn"t work appropriate. What do you have to say for yourself""
"Laundry day," I whispered.
He frowned. "What""
"It was laundry day yesterday and I didn"t have any quarters for the washing machine." I cleared my throat nervously. "I didn"t have anything else to wear."
I was nearly sweating with embarrassment. I had hemmed and hawed over my outfit this morning for half an hour but, left without much choice, had decided to just go for it. I knew what I looked like. The shirt was much too tight. It hugged my large breasts and clung to my curves and the skirt, well let"s just say that bending over was not an option.
"How long have you worked for me, Ms. Jones""
"I would think that after three years you"d have a better understanding of the office dress policy. Wouldn"t you""
My temper flared and I scowled at him. "I"m not breaking any rules. My skirt is well within the regulation length."
He scowled back. "Is it" Then explain why I got an eyeful of your garters when I walked by your desk. And I"ll bet you a thousand dollars that the first deep breath you take, your buttons on that shirt pop open. Showing your tits is a definite infraction, Ms. Jones."
I gaped at him. "Did you just talk about my tits""
He sat back in his chair and I watched wide-eyed as his hands moved to the buckle of his belt. "As I was saying, you"ve created a large problem and it"s up to you to solve it."
As he was speaking, his hands were unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping.
A small gasp escaped my throat when he tugged his cock through the opening in his pants. It was long and thick and hard as a rock, and my mouth dried up as I watched him stroke it firmly.
"Come here and solve the problem, Ms. Jones," he commanded.
Like a woman in a dream, I rose to my feet and crossed around his desk. I couldn"t take my eyes off of his cock and as moisture dampened my panties, I unconsciously rubbed my thighs together in an effort to quell the throbbing that was starting between my legs.
"On your knees, Ms. Jones." He rolled back his chair and I knelt obediently between his legs.
My mouth was in front of his cock now and I watched his hand slide up and down before he wound his other hand in my hair and pushed me toward the head of his cock.
"Open," he said firmly.
I opened my mouth and moaned in sheer delight when he guided his cock past my lips. I closed my mouth around his throbbing length, my stomach tightening with pleasure when I heard his harsh moan.
"Good girl," he whispered. He petted and stroked my hair as I sucked enthusiastically. His hips were rising in his chair and he was thrusting more firmly into my mouth. I made a soft humming noise and he groaned again before pulling on my hair.
"All of it. I want you to take all of it." He pushed on the back of my head and I took a deep breath and "
"Lina! Earth to Lina!"
I jerked and nearly fell off the stool I was sitting on. My hand twitched and the salad tumbled off my fork and landed with a wet splat on my shirt. I cursed loudly and mopped at the salad dressing with my napkin.
"What the hell were you thinking about, Lina"" My co-worker, Amanda, bit into her sandwich and stared curiously at me.
I blushed and continued to dab at the stain. "Nothing. Why""
"You had a weird look on your face."
I shrugged. "I"m just tired. I didn"t sleep well last night. Rex still isn"t doing well and I was up half the night with him."
Amanda gave me a look of sympathy. "I"m sorry. I know how much he means to you."