But he opened the door wider and then entered the office. His huge frame glided across the floor in seconds, and he stood in front of my desk.
He removed the pen from my hand and then set it on the table beside me gently.
“You can do that tomorrow; you look stressed. Call it a night.” He doubled down.
It was something about the way he said it. He’s never challenged anything I’ve asked of him, let alone give me a demand of his own. This was beyond the scope of his job duties. If I wasn’t mistaken, this felt personal.
I exhaled once more, knowing that no matter how much I didn’t want to hear it, he was right. Not to mention, as soon as I stopped focusing on the interview questions, my body started working again, and suddenly I was starving.
“You might be right. I’m definitely stressed about it. Give me a second to clean my desk and pack up; I’ll be out soon.” I admitted as I started to shuffle the papers into one neat stack.
I was expecting to hear him say the usual, “yes ma’am.”
But instead, what he said was, “Yeah, I can tell. You need to relieve it.”
He came around my desk and stood there glaring down at me. I could see him hardening in his cargo pants. The imprint of his dick became more and more visible against his thigh. I dragged my eyes from it up to him and turned in my chair, crossing one leg over the other.
I felt like there was no innocent undertone in his statement. So, there wasn’t one in mine when I asked him, “And how do you suggest I do that?”
“However, you see fit.” He shot back quickly.
For a second, I was silent. My mind was teetering between telling him how I saw fit and kicking him out of my office. The tension was just as thick as the dick staring back at me. But still, I had that rule about my staff.
I turned back to my task at hand, shuffling papers and essentially dismissing him.
“I’ll be out soon. Thank you for your concern.”
He chuckled and came closer to me. He crouched down in a squatting position so that we were eye level and swung my chair toward him.
His fingertips grazed the exposed skin from my rising skirt.
“When are you going to stop acting like you don’t know I want you?” He asked, finally speaking his attraction aloud.
“Am I a mind reader? How am I supposed to know what you never said?” I asked.
“I’m saying it to you now.”
“I can’t be involved with my team.”
“Then I don’t have to be on it.” He shot back, making me laugh, but he didn’t follow suit. His expression told me that he was serious.
He leaned forward and sucked my lip into his mouth. I sat there frozen as he grabbed my thigh with one hand and the back of my head with the other and kissed me. I know my guardian angel is so stressed that she has gone from drinking alcohol to something a little bit stronger, like coke, because I welcomed it. The way he had me wrapped up in his big ass arms made my pussy wet.
Then he broke the kiss and went from crouching to getting on his knees in front of me. He peppered kisses on the inside of my thigh while I sat back in the chair and cupped the back of his head. But he stood and guided me from the chair. He hiked up my skirt and sat me on my desk.
Then took my place in the seat and slid the chair to the desk so that he was positioned between my legs. I put each of my feet on the arms of the chair. He groaned as he gazed at my middle.
He pulled my panties to the side, and then his thumb circled my clit.
“Damn.” I moaned as I threw my head back and let him explore my body. Each stroke of his thumb made me wetter. I was freshly waxed, and I could tell the sight of me soaked, wet, and glistening had his full attention. He was focused, his hands moving at a slow and steady pace, and his lips tucked between his teeth.
Then he grabbed my thighs before easing me to the edge of the desk.
“Shit.” I squealed once he started to eat my pussy.
I adjusted my body so that I was leaning back on my elbows. The way Big A was eating my pussy had me quite literally screaming. I knew that if there was anyone else in the building, they could easily hear me down the hallway.
“Shit, that feels so good.” I groaned as I continued to palm the back of his head.
