Page 46 of My Favorite Boss

She was every fantasy I’d had my entire life come alive. With a shout, I scooped her into my arms and sat down in my chair, her surrounding me. She gasped at how deeply I sank into her. I groaned at the feeling. “Ride me,” I commanded.

She held on to the back of my chair and began to move.

“Fuck yes, Magnolia. Like that. Harder.”

She leaned back, gripping the desk, and moved. Up. Down. Faster and faster. Quick, hard movements that were sending me over the edge and racing toward completion. The chair creaked, the leather protesting. My desk was getting scratched as the chair slammed into the edges. I didn’t care if we destroyed the entire office.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body shaking. I pulled her to my chest, covering her mouth with mine as she orgasmed, her scream smothered by my lips. My orgasm was intense, burning through me. I clutched her tight, letting the sensation light me on fire. Every muscle, nerve, and sinew exploded, and I was certain I would be reduced to a pile of ash on the floor.

But what a way to go.

Slowly, we stopped, slumping in exhaustion. I held her close, our breathing ragged, skin damp, and bodies sated. I pressed kisses to her hair, forehead, anywhere I could reach. She had her face tucked into my neck, and I slipped a finger under her chin, lifting her face to mine and kissing her.

“Magnolia.”

She opened her eyes. “Is that my name? I had forgotten.”

I laughed, hugging her close. “My work here is done.”

She smiled, looking mischievous. “Oh, I hope not.”

I bent, capturing her mouth and kissing her. “No, not by a long shot.”

“We’re, ah, a bit messy.”

“We’ll clean up. Then I’ll drive you home.”

“No driver today?” she teased.

“No. On the weekend, I chauffeur myself around unless I have an event to attend. So maybe you’ll invite me in.”

“Maybe.”

I nuzzled her neck. “You smell like me.”

She sniffed. “Like sex.”

“Like us.”

I lifted her to the desk. “Wait here.”

I disposed of the condom and returned to her with a warm cloth. She blushed as I cleaned her, and I kissed the end of her nose. “After all that, now you blush,” I teased. I tossed the cloth into the hamper and returned to my desk, pulling her back to my lap. She curled against me as if it was the most natural place for her to be.

And I wondered if, perhaps, it was. I gripped her tighter.

The chair creaked loudly, and I chuckled. “I think it’s protesting being ill-used.”

She giggled. “It’s not the only one.”

“I plan on ill-using you again. Soon.”

She looked up. “Um, here?” She shifted, and there was another loud creak. “This chair⁠—”

“Wasn’t meant for acrobatics like that. In fact, I’m surprised⁠—”

I spoke too soon. Too late, I heard the crack, grabbing at the desk as the chair broke, spilling us both to the floor. I managed to cushion us, but I winced as we hit the floor, a mass of arms and legs entwined together. We looked at each other with shocked eyes, surveying the damage around us. Gingerly, I helped her off me, making sure she was okay, then I rose to my feet. She touched the desk. “Oh my God.”

I looked behind her. “Wow.”