I push up on my forearms, the new angle making the pleasure intensify inside me. I’m able to focus on something other than the pain for the first time, feeling the shape of him, the way my body hugs him.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I’m looking forward to christening every piece of furniture in this room. Fuck, I’m not gonna last. You’re too goddamn tight.”
I moan as he begins to push harder and faster into me. I’m jerked violently over the desk with each thrust until finally, his fingers tighten on my thighs as he goes still, shuddering.
His nails dig into my hips as he comes, groaning at the back of his throat. His breathing is ragged as he stays still above me, fingers smoothing over my hips.
For a moment, it’s gentle, his hands stroking me, almost caressing me, and then he pulls back. I wince as his cock pulls out of me.
I remain bent over, not sure if I have permission to move. He dispenses with the condom, throwing it into the trash on the right side of his desk.
Won’t the cleaners see that?
Then, in the next instant, he appears in front of me, taking a seat as if we had just completed a business meeting. I stare at him, suddenly feeling exposed and foolish for staying bent over like this when he’s clearly done with me.
I stand up, pulling my panties up over my aching body, hoping that I don’t look as eager to leave as I feel.
I just lost my virginity to a man who's reading a contract, thirty seconds after sex.
I right my clothing, check my hair, and feel almost presentable again by the time he looks up at me.
“Thank you, Miss Brooks. If you check your inbox, you will find instructions for some of the work I’d like you to do while you’re with the company. Beatrice or Kaitlin can assist you with anything you need.”
He doesn’t say any more. I stare at him.Is that it?Am I hired?I’m too blindsided to ask, I simply head numbly toward the door.
“Miss Brooks?” I turn back, wondering if he might say something, anything to reassure me. “Your jacket.”
I stare at my mother’s jacket over the chair. The tan color looks unpleasant, cluttering up this perfect room.
I walk back stiffly, collect it, and leave without looking at him. He just had his cock inside me, fucked me within two minutes of meeting me, and dismissed me just as fast.
What did you expect? That’s the job.
I walk out of the room, glancing at the main offices beyond.Christ, did anyone hear us?I just hope that the thick wooden door means that his office is soundproof.
I look at my desk, worried that what I’ve just done is showing on my face. I hang my jacket over the back of the chair, walking to the bathroom opposite his office.
I go inside and head to the sink, leaning over it, not quite ready to look at my reflection. When I do, I’m surprised to find I look the same.
Shouldn’t I look different now that I’ve had sex?
The button on my blouse is still open, but otherwise I look completely put together. Straightening my clothes, I head into the stall to check what’s going on in my nether region.
I’ve read that some women bleed and others don’t. With the size of his dick, I’m expecting the worst, but there’s no sign of it, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
I tidy myself up, straighten my clothes, and go back to my desk. A woman is standing beside it when I come out, and she gives me a bright smile.
“How’d it go?” she asks.
I feel heat rush to my cheeks and shake my head slightly, trying to dispel my embarrassment.
“Good, I think. He didn’t ask me to leave, so…”
She raises her eyebrows. “Mr. Crawford doesn’t always communicate things clearly. He just emailed me asking me toget you set up, so you got the job! I’m Kaitlin Anderson, one of the other EAs in the team.”
I feel a bolt of elation.Holy shit. I got the job!If I save every cent I earn, I might be able to afford Annabelle’s treatment in a matter of months. Slowly, the strange, shameful mixture of guilt and worry dissipates, and I manage a smile.
“That’s great. Thanks for helping me.”
