I shake my head. ‘No. It’s not fair. It’s a lethal weapon and I’m defenceless.’
He bends to bite my breast over my dress. ‘Then just start doing what I say, baby.’
I gasp as he pulls me from the desk and flips me so I’m bent forwards, my arms and chest face down on the glass top.
‘I’m going to spank this beautiful arse, just like you deserve.’
I swallow deeply, strangely turned on by the thought of a spanking. I lick my lips as I watch him over my shoulder raising his big palm and I cry out with lust when the sting lands.
He runs a hand from the top of my back and strokes the pearl of my arse then rams two fingers into me.
‘Wet for me.’ He slides his fingers through my slickness then uses it to move his fingers like silk across my clit. He draws his fingers back to my rear entrance, applying disastrously good pressure to the place that’s never been touched. I’m already panting for him, my breathing rising to erratic drags as my temperature rises.
‘So fucking beautiful.’
The fact that we’re fully clothed, in his office, and his staff are just beyond the frosted-glass wall, adds to my frantic state. We could be caught any moment.
I grip the edges of the desk as he crashes into me.
I know I can’t make another sound.
Having to absorb the sensation intensifies the feeling. His breathing comes heavier and faster. He holds my hips and yanks me back onto him, deepening each drive. His hand delivers another spank. I squirm as the heat of my burning flesh resonates in my sex. My hips push back against him, begging for more. He slaps my cheek harder on a low groan.
‘Again,’ I beg. I can’t believe this is me.
Frantic. Sweating. Craving the kind of sex I’ve only read about.
He thrusts deep and slaps me for a fourth, hardest time. The delicious medley of pain and obscene pleasure taking me to the edge.
‘Gregory, I’m going to come.’
He wraps his arm around me and circles my clit as my muscles clamp down on his solid length. ‘Come with me.’
Finally, I let go. As quietly as possible, gripping the sides of his desk, I come with him.
He rests inside me until we’ve both caught our breath, then he helps me up and kisses me gently on the lips.
‘Gregory,’ I whisper, ‘Luke Davenport is gay.’
He kisses me again with tight, upturned lips as he leans around me and takes a handful of tissues from his top drawer then hands them to me as he fastens his trousers.
‘I think this is yours,’ he says, retrieving my thong from the floor.
‘But you would look so good in it,’ I tease as I discreetly deposit the used tissues into his bin.
Almost immediately after Gregory unlocks the office door, there’s a knock and a lady brings a trolley holding tea and coffee into the room. I don’t need a mirror to tell me that my cheeks are the colour of my name.
After lunch, we slip back into our professional personas, taking opposite sofas at the table and discuss options for the structure of Eclectic’s new deal with Shangzen Tek. Our little episode has relieved the tension from us both. He talks finance and products and I draw diagrams and discuss tax implications.
It’s after four when we finally agree on some options for Gregory to explore in more detail with Mr Cheung and his team.
‘Whilst I don’t mind arguing with you, or rather I don’t mind the making up, it’s already dark and Jackson’s here anyway so would you please let him drive you home?’ Gregory asks.
‘You’re not coming?’
‘I have a few things to do. Jackson can come back for me in a couple hours.’
‘You could work from home.’
