He’s just that fucking good.
Not wasting any time, Matt undoes his belt and practically rips his jeans open, revealing what I’m betting is his most prized possession, and if in another reality we were a real couple, it would definitely be my most prized possession. Stepping between my legs, he leans his body over me and, in one practiced and very sexy-suave move, slams his way home to the hilt. Thank goodness my hand is still clasped over my mouth, or I would have shouted Matt’s name in reverence.
Hips pumping hard, my desk shaking, Matt looks up at me and slowly removes my hand from over my mouth.
“Need to kiss you,” he groans after a particularly hard surge into me.
“Yes,” I agree.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs.
“You feel so good.”
“Could do this all day… all night.”
“Word,” I sing out, and then let out a low moan when his pelvis grinds into mine.
His mouth finally slams onto my lips, and he’s kissing me with confidence, mating his tongue with mine while he never loses a single beat on his strokes.
Higher and higher, Matt takes both of us. It’s quick, hard, and rough, but the feelings he evokes inside of me are warm and soft, despite the frenzied nature of what we’re doing.
I know I should be worried that someone will walk by, and I know I should fret over the fact that my boss is banging me on my desk, and yes, I should even have a slight bit of concern that this is opening up a whole can of worms that are going to leave a nasty, slimy trail all over my employment here.
But as my second orgasm builds, and Matt pulls away from my lips so he can stare at me while we both start to fracture, the only thing I can even care about right now is that yes… I’m so happy this happened.
Yes, my body has betrayed every shred of common sense I use to possess.
We both shudder hard, muscles tensing and relaxing. Our breathing starts to even out, and eventually Matt rises up and pulls out of me.
After tucking himself back in and zipping his pants, Matt gallantly grabs a box of tissues that are sitting on a small table and helps me to clean up. I get dressed, and the silence that fills the room is oppressive.
When I tuck my shirt back into my jeans, Matt reaches up and smoothes a hand over my hair. The touch is soft… intimate. It makes me want to curl up into him and purr.
Then he brings me back to reality.
“This was wrong, McKayla. It was my fault, and I won’t let it happen again.”
Matt turns to walk out of my office, and I let him.
For only a second, and then I jump forward, grabbing his wrist. “Wait a minute. I don’t understand.”
He stops and turns toward me, looking down at my hand holding on to him. I release it and step back.
“What’s to understand?” he asks in frustration. “This is wrong… I’m your boss.”
“It’s only wrong if the sex influences how you treat me,” I point out.
“And what if I treat you like shit because it makes me angry to have this attraction to you? What if I give you the shittiest cases, and I mock you in front of your colleagues?”
Grinning over the concept, I tell him, “Then I’ll sue you for sexual harassment.”
Apparently, I’m not as funny as I think I am because Matt’s gaze takes on a hint of danger and he steps into me, practically touching his nose to mine. “I’d chew you up and spit you out, little girl. You’d never be a match for me in court.”
He stares at me hard, and then steps back to give me space. “Besides,” he says, while running a hand through his hair, “you just proved my point. This is sexual harassment at its finest. I’d be stupid to let this carry on.”