“Come. Stand in front of me.”

I moved towards him. He pushed his chair back and his legs widened as I approached, indicating I should stand between them. With my back to the desk, I stood in front of him practically gagging with how badly I wanted him.

“Set the paper and pen behind you on the desk.” When the objects were where he wanted them, he continued. “On your knees.”

I dropped to the floor. My forearms resting on my legs, I stared up at him through my lashes, waiting for my next instruction.

“Open my pants.”

As I raced to complete my task, his hands stopped me and he admonished, “Nuh-uh. Slow and steady. Savor your task, Ms. Morgan.”

“Yes sir,” I breathed.

“Good. Now take my cock out and stroke it. Slow.”

I licked my lips and did as I was told. His long, thick cock stood at attention. The thick vein ran up the center and the tip was slick with pre-cum. He was velvety soft as my hand stroked up and down again in a slow rhythm.

“Lick it,” he whispered.

Looking up through my lashes, I found his dark gaze fixed on my face. With our eyes locked, I lowered my mouth to the tip of his cock, sucking it into my mouth until it was all the way down my throat.

“I said lick it.” His hand fisted in my hair and pulled me off his shaft. “Strike one,” he warned.

Wanting to please him, I gripped him at the base and brought my tongue to his skin, running it slowly up his length.

Knowing this was how he liked to play and finally having the opportunity, I would have done just about anything he asked me to.

“Good girl,” he praised.

I licked him several more times, my tongue curling around the tip whenever I reached the top, before he let me go further, this time instructing me to suck him again. I immediately complied, loving the taste of him on my tongue and the soft grunts he made whenever I hit a particularly good spot.

“Stop,” he barked out and pulled me back by my hair. “Such a good little mouth you have, but I don’t want to come down your throat. I want to come in your tight little pussy. Now stand up.”

With my hands braced on his knees I rose from under his desk. Following his commands was beyond hot. I could feel how slick the inside of my thighs were from my arousal and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

“Lift your skirt.” The black material glided over my skin as I lifted it to my waist, revealing my black garter belt and bare pussy. “Naughty, naughty girl,” he chided in a teasing tone.

“Yes,” I whimpered when his finger dipped inside me.

“And so very wet. Is this for me?” He lifted his drenched finger to show me how wet it was before sucking it into his mouth. My breath left in a whoosh and I struggled to stay upright.

“Well?” he asked with a raised brow.

“All for you,” I told him. Need evident in my voice.

With his hand around himself, he ordered, “Sit on my cock.”

I scrambled to do as I was told, wanting him inside me more than I’d wanted anything ever before. Now that I knew how good he felt, I wanted to feel him inside me morning, noon and night. Once the floodgates were opened between us, there was no holding back. Marcus sought me out almost as much as I did him. It was heady knowing how I affected him.

My knees rested on either side of him as he sat in his chair. His silky suit pants were a direct contrast to the lace of my garters. He lowered me over him at a leisurely pace that was pure torture. Lust was rushing through my veins, urging me to drive down on him and take what I craved. But knowing that if I did so without being told, he would deny me any pleasure, I took whatever he offered, thankful that he was giving me anything at all.

When I was fully seated on him, his cock throbbing inside me, he instructed me, “Show me how hard you can ride me.”

Not needing more direction than that, I placed my hands on his shoulders as I raised myself until just the tip was left inside before slamming down on him.

My head fell forward while his fell back against the chair as I moved over him.

Our lips hovered over one another, not quite touching. Both of us were panting in rhythm with our movements. It felt so intimate to stare into his eyes while our bodies were connected. Something told me that, as demanding and in control as Marcus liked to be, he actually needed this connection with me.

“Don’t squeeze like that,” he reprimanded, when I deliberately tightened my muscles around his length.

“Why not?” I asked, doing it again and eliciting a swat on my ass from his hand.

“Because I can’t take how good your pussy feels right now, and I’m not ready to come.”

I whimpered when he gripped my hips and ground me down on him. The friction of his groin against my clit was enough to send me dangerously close to the edge.

“Yes!” I screamed earning myself another swat.

“You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”

“No, sir,” I whispered, circling my hips on a downward thrust the way he had done a few minutes earlier. My head fell back and my eyes closed as my insides began to quiver with my impending orgasm.

His hand fisted in my hair and angled my head so his mouth was at my ear. “You going to come for me, Amanda?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. I’m going to come deep inside you. Do you want that?” He continued to taunt me with his dirty words.

“Yes,” I whimpered desperately this time. “I want you to fill my tight, little pussy with your cum.”

“Fuck yeah,” he grit out. His hips raised, meeting each of my downward glides.

My orgasm crashed into me, making my body convulse on top of him as waves of pleasure rippled through me.

As I came hard enough to see stars, he took over. His hands on my hips moving me up and down uncontrollably, letting me know he was close.

Within seconds, he slammed me down, his cock twitching as he filled me with his cum just like I wanted.

My weight settled against his chest. My head rested on his shoulder as his hands ran idly along my back while we both came down from our high.

“I’d say you earned an A in dictation and oral skills,” his teasing voice made me giggle. “And these,” he ran his hands along the edge of my garter, “will get you an A+.”

“Thank you, sir,” I murmured against his shoulder.

“Did I do well on making one of your fantasies come true?” he asked, after a few minutes of silence, randomly peppered with the small hums of contentment coming from my throat.

I lifted my head and locked eyes with him. “I’d say you deserve an A++.”

That’s when he gifted me with his killer smile. The one I’d do absolutely anything to earn again.

FOUR

Staring off into the distance, I was absently tracing my index finger along my bottom lip. Lost in thoughts of Marcus and how much fun I was having with him, I didn’t realize another secretary had joined me.

“What?” I asked her dazedly.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for a couple minutes now. What’s going on with you lately?” Cherise, from Mr. Archer’s office down the hall, asked.

“Sorry. Just distracted.” I sat up in my chair and began straightening the piles of papers that needed to be filed.

“Don’t let Mr. Kensington catch you like this. He fired the last secretary who started daydreaming and slacking,” she warned.

This was the first I had heard of any of my predecessors. I hadn’t been with the company long before being transferred to Marcus’s office.

“Really?” I asked in the best nonchalant voice I could manage.

“Yeah. Her roommate works down in accounting and told my friend Martha that she and Mr. Kensington were having an affair. She like totally fell in love with him and then he just let her go. Dropped her like a hot potato.” The gossip flew from her mouth. Each word feeling like a swift kick to the gut.