Big Pickle: A Secret Boss Romantic Comedy - JJ Knight Page 0,46
down my control.
“Condom?” I ask, barely recognizing my own strangled voice.
She takes one more long, lingering lick, then says, “Top drawer.”
I jerk it open. There’s a whole string.
“Nice.” I pull one off the end and set it on the desk.
“So, boss, what are my instructions?”
She peers up at me and squints one eye like she’s thinking. God, she’s beautiful. And perfect. Fuck. I’m so doomed.
“You bend me over this desk and fuck me so hard, I forget what day it is.”
I give her a salute, then grab the base of her peach shirt and whip it over her head. “None of this,” I say, tossing it on my pile of clothes.
I lean down to say hello to my favorite girls, crushing her breasts to my mouth as I take turns on each one. When Nova’s breath is fast and rapid, I unfasten her jeans.
“One day I’ll have sex with you without Army boots, but today is not that day.”
She gives me a smile, half-drunk with lust.
It’s my favorite look.
I jerk the jeans down and have to smile at the panties. They’re bright yellow with a big smiley face on the ass.
I smack it. “So damn cute. Why are you so fucking cute?”
“The better to tease you,” she says.
I give her a long searing kiss than whip her around to face her desk.
“I don’t want to get written up for taking too long,” I say. “My job is on the line.”
“I’ll have to fire you if you don’t—” She cuts off when my fingers slide inside her.
“How is my performance review coming?”
She breathes heavily. I grasp her head and push her down so her cheek lands on a pile of papers. “You should have cleaned your desk.”
“I’ll make you do it,” she says. “I’ll make you do it naked while I watch.”
“Damn. You’re hard-core.” My cock is raging. I let go of her head and pick up the condom. “What else?”
“You’ll be here every day to serve me.”
I rip open the condom with my teeth. “Every day?”
“Twice on Sunday.”
The condom rolls smoothly over my cock. My fingers rub her clit so hard she slams her fist on the desk. “Now, damn it,” she says. “Right the hell now.”
I jerk her panties to her ankles and knock her thighs wider with my knees. I grab her hair again and I slide inside her in a long, rending thrust.
She claps her hand over her mouth.
“Don’t make a sound, boss. They’ll be on to us.”
Her breathing causes several loose pages to flutter to the floor. She clutches the edge of the desk as I move behind her, holding on to her hips, and rock into her again and again and again. I’ve found a reserve of control, and I want this to go on forever, to never stop fucking her. This is the height of everything, Nova, our skin, the connection, the heat rising from our bodies.
Her breasts move back and forth, and her muscles shift and tighten. Her hair falls from the ponytail, spilling like dark silk across her spreadsheets.
Fuck, this is good. Better than my deepest, most intense fantasy.
The pressure rises and I reach around to circle that wet clit waiting for me. I’ve barely grazed it, when her thighs quiver, she gasps, face pressed to the desk, She lets out a long groan.
I unleash, the torrent flowing out of me, my head light, every glory of the world converging as all the tension of the last three days releases.
I hold her tightly against my body, her muscles clenching around me, my cock pulsing inside her. I’ve never had a fit like this, a woman willing to do anything. A passion like nothing I’ve ever seen.
I close in over her back and hold her close, my forehead pressed to her neck. We hang on to the moment a bit longer, breathing in and out, and I press a kiss into her hair. I realize I’m about to say something romantic, and this jolts me into reality.
I’ve fucked her properly now. The whole nine yards.
And she doesn’t even know who I am.
I wash over with guilt.
Shit.
“Hey,” Nova says, reaching back to wrap a hand around one of my arms. “You okay?”
“Absolutely,” I say, forcing myself to pull it together. “You’re like a dream girl.”
She laughs. “I think you’re the dream guy.”
I pull away. “I guess I shouldn’t put this in the trash. The cleaning crew will talk.”
Nova hands me a piece of paper scribbled with random numbers. “Crumple it up in this.”