into her hot, wet cunt.
Her moan cuts through any other thoughts I might have had, and I pull back and push so hard that my heavy desk moves across the wood floor.
“This is what you need to be a good employee.” I fuck her hard, pinning her to the desk as I give her every inch of me. “You want to be good, right?”
“Yes, Mr. Baxter.” She turns to look at me, her eyes wide as I pound into her.
“I’ll fuck all the bad out of you, sunshine.” I slap her ass as she moans. “And fuck the good in.”
Gripping her hips, I yank her back onto me, the slapping sounds of skin on skin loud in my cavernous office.
Reaching around to her clit, I strum it, press my fingertip to it and rub in a harsh, quick circle. She jerks against me, her pussy tightening as I give her exactly what she needs. When she comes, I let go, filling her tight cunt with all I have as her walls greedily squeeze it from me. I keep stroking her until she’s limp on my desk, her pink ass in the air, my cock still inside her. Staring down, I commit this to memory, the way she looks when I’ve fucked her raw.
I pull out, head to my washroom, and come back with some tissue. After cleaning her, I smooth her skirt back down.
She stands and turns to me, her eyes bright, her lipstick barely smudged. I wipe it with my finger, then say fuck it and take her mouth. She grips the lapels of my suit coat as I hold her close, caressing her tongue with mine. We kiss for long minutes, my need for her growing instead of being fulfilled. Will I ever stop wanting her?
Pulling back, she takes a breath and says, “I wasn’t going to do that.”
“Do what?” I cup her cheek.
“Take my punishment.”
“But you need it, sunshine. And you need me to give it to you.” I kiss her again, and she melts for me.
“Wait.” She presses against my chest. “You left this morning.” Her mouth goes stern.
“Yes.” I slide my hands to her ass and squeeze.
“Why?”
“I needed to get my morning routine going, and you were snoring so sweetly, I didn’t want to wake you.” All true. I leave out the part where I tried to think our relationship through rationally, but utterly failed.
She narrows her eyes. “I don’t snore.”
“Mr. Grumpy Pants and I say differently.” Does she have any clue how adorable she is when she’s trying to be hard?
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Leave.”
When her eyes water, I can feel my last bit of resistance break away. I’d do anything to keep sad tears from her cheeks. She is my sunshine, and she deserves to be happy.
“I won’t leave again.”
Her mouth turns up in that million-megawatt smile, and my heart beats smoothly again. “Promise?”
“I promise. If you want me in the morning, I’m there.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “But I warn you, Miss Lavine, I’m particularly desirous in the morning, and there is simply no way I can deny my needs when it comes to you.”
“I accept those terms.” She gets on her tiptoes and kisses the tip of my nose, which draws a laugh from me.
“Good.” I step back. “The gala is starting soon. I need to get changed, as do you. My driver is waiting out front for you.”
Her gaze falls a little.
“What is it?”
“It’s just.” She tangles her fingers together. “It’s just that, well, I don’t know what you know about my dad, but he can be very … controlling.”
I’m well aware of that, given how he used and left my mother. But I let her go on.
“And he came to visit me yesterday to warn me.”
“Warn you?” If he’s threatened her, I’ll--
“About you.”
“Me?” I take her hands.
“Yes. He said you’re only trying to use me to get to him.”
“Oh.” I swallow my denial, because it would be a lie. When I hired her, yes, that was the plan. But then things changed. Now I’ve realized that she is so much more than a means to an end. I feel things I’ve never felt, and I want to make her happy. But if I tell her the truth, will she bolt? I can’t stand the thought of it, so I only say, “I’ll admit that I need you, sunshine. That I think about you all the time and can’t seem to breathe unless you’re here or I know you’re