He released my hair and stepped back slightly, his gaze raking over my body. "Now, take off your blouse. Slowly."
My hands trembled while my mind raced, but I obeyed him.
I was going to get in so much trouble for this, probably be fired.
And somehow, despite all the negative things my brain threw at me, I still found the jacket draped over my chair and the silk shirt tossed on top of it.
Because the way he looked at me left me little choice but to comply with whatever he said.
"Now the skirt," he said, flicking his hand at my hips.
I unzipped it and let it pool at my feet, stepping out of it in my stockings and panties.
Standing there vulnerable, I felt exposed, but his appreciative groan made me bold. "Like what you see, Doc?" I teased, trying to inject some banter to steady my nerves. This was so far out of my comfort zone.
He smirked and narrowed his eyes as he moved closer again. "Oh, Ms. Harrison, you have no idea. But watch that mouth of yours. I'm the one giving orders here." His hands settled on my waist again and he positioned me by the desk, pushing me until I had no choice but to lift my hips and slide across it.
Papers shifted under me, a few fluttering to the floor, but the sound barely registered over the thud of my heart.
I perched there, legs dangling, feeling the cool wood against my bare thighs.
His body pressed between them and there was no mistaking his hard bulge, which he intentionally ground on my inner thigh.
"What now, Boss?" Just saying the words felt wrong, so uncomfortable, but they seemed to get him going. His smirk deepened and his grasp tightened.
"Now, you keep those hands where they are. No touching until I say." He reached behind me, unhooking my bra with a single flick, and let it fall away.
The air hit my skin, tightening my nipples into peaks that he immediately captured between his fingers, rolling them until I arched toward him involuntarily.
"Sensitive, aren't you? I like that."
A whine escaped my lips as he leaned down, replacing his fingers with his mouth on one breast, sucking and making pressure build low in my belly.
His other hand trailed down, slipping beneath the lace of my panties to find me already slick and ready.
He stroked along my folds, parting them to circle my clit like he knew what he was doing, and my God, it felt incredible.
"You're soaking, Ms. Harrison…" His voice was gravelly and deep, hot breath dusting my cheek before he nipped my ear.
"Oh, God," I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand.
He pressed a finger inside me, then a second, curling them to hit that spot that made my vision blur.
The stretch was exquisite, and I clenched around him, chasing the friction.
"Good girl, such a good, good girl…" He pumped his fingers steadily, his thumb joining to rub my clit in tandem.
The dual sensation coiled tighter inside me, spreading like wildfire.
It took everything I had not to reach up and touch him.
I was trembling, caught in the waves of sensation when he said, "Come for me. That's an order," right in my ear, and it undid me.
I shattered almost immediately, the orgasm ripping through me in waves that left me gasping, my body trembling on the desk.
My head rolled back, jaw dropping, and I convulsed while he pleasured me.
He didn't stop, drawing it out until I was oversensitive and pleading.
