He stepped between my legs and pressed his thumb against my swelling clit, applying just enough pressure to make me murmur.

“I need you to promise me that you’re not going to scream,” he said. “They will hear that...”

I nodded, unable to respond as he bent down and sucked my clit into his mouth. “Can you promise me that, Mya?”

“I...” I nodded again, breathing slowly as he blew against my skin. “Yes...I promise I won’t...Scream when you fuck me...”

“I wasn’t referring to when I fucked you.” He lifted his head up, smirking. “I have to eat your pussy first.” He suddenly grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, quickly positioning both of my legs over his shoulders.

Without wasting another second, he buried his head between my legs and pressed his mouth against my pussy—sending every nerve in my body into overdrive. His tongue darted against my clit relentlessly and I cried out as he slid two thick fingers inside of me, as he groaned.

My hands went to his hair—gripping it hard as I begged him for mercy, but he continued to torture me with pleasure. In between moans, I threatened to scream, but he only laughed and the strokes of his tongue became more powerful.

As his hands held my legs steady against his mouth, I felt myself on the verge of an orgasm, felt my entire body beginning to shake.

“Michael, I...I...” I struggled to get another word to fall out of my mouth. My body convulsed against the desk, forcing me to break my promise and scream so loudly I was sure everyone on the floor could hear me.

I felt him pressing his fingers against my mouth, heard him commanding me to be quiet, but I shut my eyes and tossed my head back—losing all control.

I wasn’t sure how long I continued to shake, or if any of my coworkers heard me, but when I opened my eyes again, my legs were still around Michael, and he was staring at me.

I thought he was going to say something, to find a way to break our heated silence, but he simply moved my legs from around his shoulders and unbuttoned his pants. My eyes widened as far as they could go as he pulled out his cock, as I realized he was thicker and more well-hung than I’d imagined.

He smiled at my shocked reaction, tipping my chin up with his fingertips. “Bend over the desk.”

I gasped. “What?”

“You heard me.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me up. Then he gripped my hips and spun me around so my back was to his front. “Bend over the fucking desk.”

Slowly obliging, I pressed my chest against the metal.

I heard the sound of his pants hitting the floor, the sound of him unwrapping a condom. From behind, he slowly pushed my dress up to my waist.

Slapping my ass, he slowly slid his huge cock into me, inch by inch.

Moaning, I struggled to maintain my balance as I adjusted to his impressive length.

When he was completely inside of me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back until our eyes met, whispering, “Is this how I fucked you in your fantasies?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer. He pounded into me relentlessly, keeping one hand in my hair and slapping my ass each time I cried out.

He bit my shoulder as I said his name, as I shut my eyes once more and realized he was ten times better in reality than any fantasy I’d ever concocted.

He let go of my hair and slid a hand up to my breasts, squeezing them as he whispered, “I’ve wanted to feel your pussy on my cock ever since you started working here...”

I gasped, unable to react as my legs began to shake all over again.

“Michael...Michael...”

“Mya...Mya...” He mocked me, a slight smile in his voice.

“I...I...” I gripped the edge of the desk as he slapped my ass again. He whispered my name as the tremors continued to build inside of me, and I heard him say, “Wait for me,” but I was already there.

My pussy throbbed in pleasure and another orgasm wracked its way through my body, leaving me limp and breathless against the desk. Leaving me wondering just how long he’d fucked me.

Holding me still, he found his own release seconds later, and I struggled to catch my breath.

The two of us remained entwined, and he kissed the back of my neck.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded.

“Can I let you go now?”

“No.”

He let out a low laugh and held me against him longer, waiting until I gave him the okay to let me go. Kissing the back of my neck once more, he slowly pulled out of me and tossed the condom into the trash. Then he wrapped his arms around me and spun me around so I was propped against the desk.

As if he could tell I was unable to fully function on my own, he readjusted my dress and helped me into my coat. Then he ran his fingers through my hair and looked me over before picking up my heels and helping me slide into them.

“You should call your driver now,” he said softly, picking up my desk phone from the floor and handing it to me. “I’ll walk you downstairs.”

I nodded and dialed my driver, watching Michael slip into his pants and adjust his tie. His eyes never left mine, and as soon as my driver said, “I’ll be downstairs in five,” I hung up.

Michael handed me my purse and I wobbled on my heels as I attempted to walk—earning a knowing, sexy smile from him. He pulled me against his side and thankfully walked me toward the freight elevators so no one would see us.

I avoided looking at him as we rode the elevator. I was in complete and utter shock that I’d actually fucked him, that the leading man in all my fantasies had easily put every single one of those to shame with reality.

When we stepped outside together, I was immediately confused as to why the sky had fallen dark so quickly.

Michael walked me right to the town car and opened the back door, waiting for me to get inside. He looked as if he expected me to say something, but for whatever reason, I could only think of one thing.

“Thank you for being so understanding, Mr. Leighton,” I said, not wanting to give the driver any type of impression about what the hell had just happened between us.

“For understanding what, Miss London?”

“That I wasn’t staying until eight o’clock today. Glad we could come to that understanding.”

A slow smile spread across his face and he glanced at his watch. “I think you’re highly misinformed right now, Miss London. It’s nine o’clock.” He took one last look at me and shut the door. “See you Monday.”

THE EMAILS

Mya

Subject: I slept with him.

Like, I really slept with him...

Your bestie,

Mya

Subject: Re: I slept with him.

You “really” slept with who? The blind date guy?

*And why are you emailing me from a brand new Gmail account?

Your bestie,

Amy

Subject: Re: Re: I slept with him.

My boss...

*Super long story.

Your bestie,

Mya

Subject: Re: Re: Re: I slept with him.

What the FUCK? Are you OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND, MYA?

What the hell is wrong with you???

(How was it though...? :) )

*I like super long stories.

Your bestie,

Amy

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: I slept with him.

It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.