Inside, I deflate a bit, but I don’t let her see my reaction.I rest my elbows on the edge of my desk.“I don’t think we need to worry about Edge right now.I have an evening meeting this Wednesday.If you go, I won’t be there.We’ll both be busy this weekend with the rehearsal dinner and the wedding.It will be two weeks before there’s even an opportunity for us to be at Edge at the same time.Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“Fine.”She rises.“I assume you left me a specific assignment to get started on?”Her heels click on the tile floor as she moves toward the door to her office.
“I did.Let’s reconvene at lunch.I’ll have Josephine order us sandwiches.She’ll get with you to find out your preferences.”
As her hand lands on the doorknob, she turns to me.“Thank you for the opportunity, Mr.Kennedy.I won’t let you down.”
“I have every confidence you will not.And you may call me Hendrix.”
She smirks.“Not a chance, Sir.Nice try.”
I chuckle.“Why not?”
“I don’t want your first name ever slipping from my lips.I wouldn’t want anyone in the office to think I spoke to you in such an unprofessional, overly familiar manner.I also wouldn’t want anyone at the club to hear anything but reverence from me.So, you’ll have to live with Mr.Kennedy or Sir.”
I can’t stop smiling.It’s not my usual style, especially not at work.But this woman makes me feel lighter than I’ve felt in years.“Fair enough.”
I continue to stare at the doorway long after she leaves.My face is going to hurt if I don’t stop grinning.She’s sadly mistaken if she thinks she’ll only call me Mr.Kennedy or Sir from now on.I’ll let it slide for now, but eventually she’ll be in my bed, and I’ll want to hear my first name come from her lips when she cries out in ecstasy.When my cock is inside her, she won’t be my assistant or my submissive.She’ll be my woman.
Chapter5
Kelsey
“I can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow.”I wrap my arms around Maddie and hug her tight.
She shakes her head as she leans back.“Don’t even try to act like my rehearsal dinner is a bigger deal than your new job.Ican’t believe you’re working for my father.You didn’t even call or text to tell me.I had to find this out from him.”
I shrug, trying to make light of the situation.In reality, there’s nothing to say about it.We’ve just finished our first full week, and everything has gone smoothly.Mr.Kennedy seems pleased with my work, and I’ve been challenged every day.We’ve been professional and polite.
To an outsider, there was not a shred of evidence that I’d rather have been on my knees between his legs than researching acquisitions and mergers.No one would know that he saw me naked a week ago.I’ve held all that inside me.
When I climb into bed at night, I make good use of every vibrator I own, coming at least twice before I can fall asleep.I’m worried about how I will be able to keep up the charade long-term.My fantasies are filthy and varied.
Keeping my overactive imagination out of the office has been tricky.Submitting to him in his office is the last thing I picture at night and the first thing I visualize in the morning.It’s madness.I wish I could come up with a totally different fantasy.Even though there’s no way to avoid him starring in every one of them, it would help if I could picture us at the club or groping in a dark theater or making out in his Lexus.
But no.My mind always goes back to office scenes.I can’t even manage to change to a fictitious office location.I’m always in the one he actually occupies.The one next to mine.He locks the door, tells me to take off my blouse, and points toward the floor in front of him.
I kneel between his legs while he fondles my tits through my lace bra until I’m struggling to keep still.His hand is always firm on the back of my head as he guides his cock into my mouth.
Madness, especially because I’ve never given a guy a blowjob.I don’t even know if I would like it.I’m not a virgin.I’ve had a few different partners, but at no point did I ever find myself craving sucking their cock.
Everything is different with Mr.Kennedy.Maybe it’s his age, his dominance, or the fact that he really is my boss.My fantasies are naughty and forbidden.Age-gap, workplace, BDSM.
In my head, Mr.Kennedy spreads me open and fucks me face-to-face while I lie on top of his desk.He also takes me from behind while I lean over the top.Up against the windows is my favorite exhibitionist position.And his attached bathroom has so many possibilities.
He’s a lot bossier when he’s dominating me in my daydreams, his demands impossible to ignore.He likes to fist my hair with one hand and pull almost too hard.The pain makes my pussy pulse.
“It’s no big deal,” I tell Maddie.“It’s just a job.He insists my resume spoke for itself.”
Maddie narrows her gaze at me.
I don’t want to continue this conversation, so I interrupt her.“I thought the rehearsal went perfectly.You’re going to be the most beautiful bride tomorrow.”
She smiles.It’s obvious she’s so fucking happy.It’s only been about three months since Myles marched into the bar where we were enjoying shots and practically dragged her out like he was her Daddy.I even accused him of being a hot DILF.Myles doesn’t have kids, so he wouldn’t technically be a DILF, but he was growling like he was her dad, so it was impossible to resist taunting him.
My, how the tables have turned.Little did I know that a month later, Maddie’s father would waltz into my house and take my breath away.There’s something about him.Before that night, I didn’t have a thing for older men.It’s just him.Mr.Kennedy.
And then he returned to Germany for two months, leaving me with my overactive imagination and enough fodder to keep my vibrators plugged in beside my bed at all times.
