“Cat got your tongue?” He smirks knowingly.
“So what? Yes, I’m wet, but only because I’m attracted to you. That doesn’t mean we should act on the attraction.”
“Maybe… or maybe you should come over here, get on your knees, and make it up to me that you lied about having a boyfriend.”
“You’re such an arrogant, no good…”
Nicholas shakes his head, his grin growing by the second. “If I were you, I wouldn’t finish that sentence, and I would be damn grateful that I haven’t taken you across my desk for your irresponsible behavior the other night. Your punishments are stacking up, if I do say so myself.”
I hate that every word that comes out of his mouth only makes me want him more. When it comes to this man, I’m hungry, starving. “We shouldn’t,” I repeat, but even I can hear that my resolve is crumbling.
He licks his lips, and I can practically feel his tongue between my legs, flicking against my clit. “I have a confession to make. It’s something that could cost me my career and I’m only telling you this so you know how serious I am.” He pauses, and for a moment I think he’s changed his mind about whatever he is about to confess. What the hell could it be, anyway? Yes, sleeping with an employee is frowned upon, but he is the fucking boss. This won’t cost him his career.
“What is it?” I probe, curiously.
“When I took you home with me, the night of the fundraiser… I jerked off looking at your naked body lying in my bed.”
My mouth falls open and I gape at him for a good two minutes as I imagine the scene in my head. Me sprawled out on his bed naked while he jerks himself off.
I should be appalled, furious, and outraged, but the truth is I’m turned on. I’m a little sad that I wasn’t awake to see it for myself. The man that is always in control, always one step ahead of the game, falling apart, weakly jerking off to my naked body.
“It gets worse,” he tells me almost nervously. It’s odd to see him nervous, since he is normally nothing but confident. “I came on your skin, and then I rubbed it all over you, making sure everyone knows who you belong to… making sure you know who you belong to.”
“That’s really fucked up.” I point out the obvious.
“I know. But that’s what you do to me. You make me act reckless and primal. I feel like a caveman with the need to throw you over my shoulder and carry you home. I wanted my cum on you, so that’s what I did. Now, what you do with that information is up to you.”
I keep staring at him with my eyes wide open as I realize what this is. He is giving me a way out. The thing is, I don’t want a way out, and I’m about to show him that. Sashaying my hips, I walk over to him. With his confession hanging in the air between us, I feel a surge of power. He’s given me the power and I want to let him know how equal our feelings are.
“You’re making me crazy too,” I tell him, licking my lips as I move behind his desk. He smirks and pushes his chair back, making room for me. “It’s wrong to keep doing this but I can’t help myself.”
His dark gaze pierces mine, and I watch as he pops the button on his dress slacks. Like always, he is commando and his steel cock juts forward as soon as he slides the zipper down.
“I want to see your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock. Tears leaking from your eyes, while you make little sounds as I fuck your throat.”
My core clenches at his filthy words, and I drop to my knees in front of him. Leaning forward, he cups me by the cheek and drags his thumb across my bottom lip. “You’re intoxicating, and that terrifies me. You terrify me, Riley.”
The truth in his voice makes me shiver, and I stop myself from thinking what that could mean and instead focus on the task in front of me. Nic’s hand moves into my hair, and I do my best not to moan at the feelings that travel down my spine. His manly scent surrounds me. His presence makes me feel safe, warm, and protected.
Opening my mouth, I wrap my lips around the mushroom shaped head of his cock. A loud groan that sounds like a bear roaring fills the room. I look up at him and find his head tipped back, his eyes shut, his jaw clenched tight. And I want him to break. I want his perfect resolve to snap. Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck him deeper into my mouth, gagging when he hits the back of my throat. Tears form in my eyes, and he lets out another low growl.
“You look so fucking incredible with my cock in your mouth. Gagging on it. So good.” Nic’s hold on my hair tightens, and I suck a breath into my lungs through my nose as he thrusts his hips up, making me gag again. “Keep doing that and I’m going to come.” His words are nothing more than encouragement and there must be something wrong with me for liking this. I can feel my arousal. My channel floods with need and I want him inside of me so badly.
His hips move faster as he holds me in place, thrusting into my mouth, over and over again. I can feel him growing closer and closer toward his orgasm, his entire body tightening, his movements becoming jerky.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Look at me. Let me see your face, that mouth.” He hisses, and his eyes bore into mine. Lust and something deeper, something I don’t even want to touch, stare at me.
Neither of us realize what is happening next until it’s too late.
“Mr. Brooks, I…” Nic’s assistant’s voice fills my ears, and the horror of it all slams into me. It’s like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on me. Horrified and unable to do anything but freeze in the moment, I pull away from him and look at the floor. I’m on my knees with his cock in my mouth. Everything is ruined. Every single thing. There is no way she can’t see me.
“Get out!!” Nic roars, and I scramble to my feet in an instant at the anger in his voice. Oh, my God, I was just caught with my boss’s cock in my mouth.
14
Nicholas
The door slams shut, and Riley scrambles off her knees in shock. My now deflated cock is still hanging out of my slacks. Fuck.
“Oh, my God! I can’t believe she saw that. Oh, God,” Riley paces beside my desk.
Still trying to gather my own thoughts, I tuck my dick away and get up. “Riley, it’s fine. She is not going to say anything.” Paula is a great assistant. She knows better than to blab this around the office.
“You don’t know that! I’m so fucked. No one is ever going to respect or take me seriously ever again. People are going to think I fucked my way into my job!”
I want to tell her she is wrong, that people wouldn’t think that way, but that would be a lie. It’s a grand example of the double standard. I would get a slap on the wrist from my dad and the shareholders, but Riley is the one who would have to deal with the fallout.
“I’m sorry,” is all that comes out. I’m not sorry about fucking, but I am sorry about her being in this situation. “We’re going to figure this out. Just calm down and we’ll fix this.”
Beads of sweat shimmer across Riley’s forehead. Her cell phone rings, just as a response begins to fall off her tongue. She pulls it out of her pocket and glances at the screen, surprising me when she answers it. She walks to the far edge of my office and speaks.