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her all kinds of good ideas.
She was done resisting.
“You want me to bend you over your desk?” he asked, standing, planting his hands on the hard wooden surface, his palms sliding gently over it, like he was priming himself. And her.
“I didn’t…say that…” She was backtracking. She was being a coward. “Yes,” she said. “I do.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Who gives the orders around here?”
“You,” he said, loosening his tie, “you’re the boss, last time I checked.”
“But someone has to keep me in line.”
“I see. Are you interested in transferring power?”
“You’re from the corporate offices, after all. A minion of the evil overlord of the company that paid me a lot of money to create this app.”
He tapped on his chin with his forefinger. “I suppose that does put me in charge.” She saw the moment that it all flipped around. The moment he took her request and made it his command.
He walked over to her door and turned the lock, making his way back over to her desk. “Come here.” She obeyed, rounding the desk and standing in front of him, her hands crossed and clasped in front of her, as she’d done their first night together.
She didn’t know why she was doing this. She didn’t know why she wanted it. She only knew that she did. There was a strange kind of freedom in it. In letting go and giving Caleb the power, even if it was only the power she’d given him.
But then, that was what made it a safe game. The rules. Rules she’d laid down. And she knew he’d respect them. He had the night they were in his house, completely separate from anyone else, and he would certainly do it here, in her office where she could easily scream for help.
Oh my… in her office.
That added more fire to her arousal. Only made her hotter.
“Take those leggings off,” he said.
“I should have chosen something better than leggings to wear today,” she said, pushing the elastic-banded pants down her legs and pausing when they encountered her Toms. She flicked off her shoes and pushed the stretchy black fabric the rest of the way over her feet and onto the floor.
“Put your hands on the desk, face away from me.” She obeyed, the action thrusting her butt in the air. Her butt, which was now covered only by her stripy boyshorts. Horizontal stripes even. So hot. Not. Her ass probably looked like a giant rainbow zebra.
She felt his palm on her butt, warm, firm. He slid it down, beneath the waistband of her panties, gripping her bare skin hard. “You like that?” he asked, his breath hot on her neck, her ear.
“Yes,” she said.
He gripped the back of her neck with his other hand, holding her steady, holding her still. “You want this?” he asked, sliding his palm from beneath the waistband of her underwear and bringing it down lightly over her fabric-covered skin.
There was no pain, only a sharp pang of need that crackled out from where his hand met her ass, to her core.
She bit her lip to keep from making moanysex noises because…there were people outside her office. Why did that make it hotter? Why did that make it so much more…wicked?
She looked over her shoulder at him and nearly lost it then and there. His tie was draped over his shoulders, his shirt collar undone, revealing a wedge of perfect man-chest. And her eyes drifted lower, to his belt, to the bulge just beneath it.
She wanted it. All of it. She wanted it now, even though it was wrong. Even though she shouldn’t want him. Not here, not now, not at all. But she was going to have him anyway. Because she didn’t care about should, shouldn’t or what anyone else might think. This was about what she wanted. What she needed.
After years of settling, she was so due.
He pushed her panties down her hips and she kicked them to the side. He moved his hand up beneath her T-shirt, cupped her bra-covered breast. “I might leave this on.”
He released his hold on her breast and moved his attention back down to
She was done resisting.
“You want me to bend you over your desk?” he asked, standing, planting his hands on the hard wooden surface, his palms sliding gently over it, like he was priming himself. And her.
“I didn’t…say that…” She was backtracking. She was being a coward. “Yes,” she said. “I do.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Who gives the orders around here?”
“You,” he said, loosening his tie, “you’re the boss, last time I checked.”
“But someone has to keep me in line.”
“I see. Are you interested in transferring power?”
“You’re from the corporate offices, after all. A minion of the evil overlord of the company that paid me a lot of money to create this app.”
He tapped on his chin with his forefinger. “I suppose that does put me in charge.” She saw the moment that it all flipped around. The moment he took her request and made it his command.
He walked over to her door and turned the lock, making his way back over to her desk. “Come here.” She obeyed, rounding the desk and standing in front of him, her hands crossed and clasped in front of her, as she’d done their first night together.
She didn’t know why she was doing this. She didn’t know why she wanted it. She only knew that she did. There was a strange kind of freedom in it. In letting go and giving Caleb the power, even if it was only the power she’d given him.
But then, that was what made it a safe game. The rules. Rules she’d laid down. And she knew he’d respect them. He had the night they were in his house, completely separate from anyone else, and he would certainly do it here, in her office where she could easily scream for help.
Oh my… in her office.
That added more fire to her arousal. Only made her hotter.
“Take those leggings off,” he said.
“I should have chosen something better than leggings to wear today,” she said, pushing the elastic-banded pants down her legs and pausing when they encountered her Toms. She flicked off her shoes and pushed the stretchy black fabric the rest of the way over her feet and onto the floor.
“Put your hands on the desk, face away from me.” She obeyed, the action thrusting her butt in the air. Her butt, which was now covered only by her stripy boyshorts. Horizontal stripes even. So hot. Not. Her ass probably looked like a giant rainbow zebra.
She felt his palm on her butt, warm, firm. He slid it down, beneath the waistband of her panties, gripping her bare skin hard. “You like that?” he asked, his breath hot on her neck, her ear.
“Yes,” she said.
He gripped the back of her neck with his other hand, holding her steady, holding her still. “You want this?” he asked, sliding his palm from beneath the waistband of her underwear and bringing it down lightly over her fabric-covered skin.
There was no pain, only a sharp pang of need that crackled out from where his hand met her ass, to her core.
She bit her lip to keep from making moanysex noises because…there were people outside her office. Why did that make it hotter? Why did that make it so much more…wicked?
She looked over her shoulder at him and nearly lost it then and there. His tie was draped over his shoulders, his shirt collar undone, revealing a wedge of perfect man-chest. And her eyes drifted lower, to his belt, to the bulge just beneath it.
She wanted it. All of it. She wanted it now, even though it was wrong. Even though she shouldn’t want him. Not here, not now, not at all. But she was going to have him anyway. Because she didn’t care about should, shouldn’t or what anyone else might think. This was about what she wanted. What she needed.
After years of settling, she was so due.
He pushed her panties down her hips and she kicked them to the side. He moved his hand up beneath her T-shirt, cupped her bra-covered breast. “I might leave this on.”
He released his hold on her breast and moved his attention back down to
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