Page 59 of My Favorite Boss

“I want you, Magnolia,” I pleaded. “I need to have you.”

“Please.”

Then it hit me. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Your bathroom?” she asked, hopeful.

I shook my head, touching her cheek with affection. “I used the few I had here. It’s not like I’ve ever had sex in the office. The ones we used the other day were all I had.”

She looked sad, then her face brightened. “Oh, I have one!”

She reached over, digging in her purse, and held a small package high like a trophy.

“I knew they’d come in handy one day.”

Then she dropped to her knees. “First, I need to say hello.”

The feeling of her mouth on me was indescribable. Hot, wet, teasing. Her tongue traced the lines and ridges lightly, then she nuzzled the head, kissing the tip. Passion, a hot, heavy need for her, rushed through me, and I couldn’t wait another moment. I groaned as I caressed her head.

“Save the rest for later. I need to be inside you.”

She rolled on the condom, and I pulled her to her feet, kissing her hard and deep. I lifted her to the back of the sofa and settled between her legs, snapping my hips and driving myself deep inside her.

She cried out softly, holding my shoulders. I moved in shallow, rapid strokes. The feel of her clutching me, her heat surrounding me, turned me on even more, and I lifted her higher, her legs wrapping tight around me. It was incredible. My entire being was on fire, my body glistening in the low light. Our skin slid together, the noises between us erotic and constant. I felt tingles around my dick, small prickles of sensation I hadn’t experienced before. I wasn’t sure I liked them, but I couldn’t stop. I was too lost in the moment.

And then, I was too hot. The sensations happening were no longer tingles of anticipation and pleasure. It was uncomfortable. My cock felt odd, burning. Aching. An itch started in my balls, fanning out and up along my shaft.

Something was wrong.

“Magnolia, I’m burning,” I gasped, stilling.

“I’m on fire for you too,” she replied. “Don’t stop, Alex. I’m so close.”

“No, I mean badly. My dick hurts.”

She frowned, opening her eyes and meeting mine. “It hurts?”

“It’s burning. And beginning to itch.” I set her down, pulling out, horrified to see my cock swollen and red, almost glowing through a purple-colored condom.

“Where did you get the condom?” I gasped.

“At a bridal shower.”

“I need to get it off. Now,” I panted. I had been so caught up, I hadn’t checked the package. I was allergic to latex and spermicide. Chances were this condom contained both.

I pushed away, heading to the bathroom. The head of my dick was swelling more, and the uncomfortable tightness of the condom was getting to be too much. My balls itched and were turning redder, beginning to swell as well.

Myers appeared beside me, looking at my cock. “Oh God, that looks painful.”

“It is,” I snapped. “I need it off.”

But despite my desire having deflated, my dick was still swollen and getting bigger every moment. The pain grew as the inflammation spread. I tried to get the condom off, but my cock was so enlarged the condom was beginning to cut off circulation.

“Should I call 9-1-1?” she asked, sounding panicked. “If that gets any tighter⁠—”

“No,” I yelled, thinking of how the gossip would spread. Faster than my dick was swelling. “Don’t call 9-1-1.”

Myers raced to my desk, then returned, a pair of scissors in her hand.