Page 53 of The Boss
I turned the doorknob, and the faint click was enough to make her tense. She still didn’t say her safe word, so I opened the door partway, glancing out long enough to ascertain that we were alone. At least as far as I could see. Since I had no way to know with absolute certainty, I left the door open only an inch. Enough to still be a little risky, but not enough that anyone would be able to see into my office without pushing the door open more.
And if we were quiet, no one would bother us.
I returned to where Ashlee was waiting and slid my hand across her torso, squeezing one of her breasts before going to my desk to retrieve a condom. When I reached around to undo her pants, she stiffened, and I stroked my fingers over her stomach until she relaxed.
Well, more or less.
“Do you remember what to say if you want to stop?”
“Beagle.” Her voice was soft but without hesitation.
“Come as often as you can,” I said as I hooked my fingers in her waistband and eased her pants over her hips. “But unless you want to attract attention, I suggest you do so quietly. And if you don’t come by the time I do, you don’t get to at all.”
She nodded, and I got the impression she was literally biting her lips in anticipation. Her hair was pinned up, giving me the sight of enough skin to know that she was blushing. Once her pants and underwear were down to her knees, I slid my hand between her thighs, then up until I felt her skin, hot and slick.
“Damn,” I muttered. “It didn’t take much to get you wet, did it?”
This time, she shook her head, but she still didn’t say anything. I’d had responsive lovers before, but the fact that someone this innocent and inexperienced could be turned on so easily made me proud in a way I’d never been before.
If she’d been anyone else, I would’ve just slammed into her, tested her silence with a little bit of pain. This was going to be quick, and I wasn’t going to be gentle, but she’d had fairly intense sex two nights in a row, and she wasn’t used to this sort of thing. A little bit of prep was warranted.
I swiped a finger between her lips, teasing her entrance for a few seconds before moving up to her clit. Her head fell forward as I made brisk circles around the sensitive nub, more moisture leaking onto my finger. When I heard the second shuddering breath, I moved my hand back, sliding a finger inside her. Two strokes and then I added another. I twisted my fingers as I thrust them into her, but as soon as she pushed back against my hand, I took it away.
She made an annoyed sound that brought a smile to my lips and made me wish I could take my time, draw things out until I had her screaming and begging. Maybe that was another thing to add to my growing list, even though I should’ve been thinking about how to get her out of my thoughts.
I made short work of my pants and the condom, then brushed my cock between her legs so she’d know what was coming. I eased inside her, steady and relentless until I bottomed out, and she shook around me. As much for me as for her, I took a few seconds without moving, my usual self-control slipping at the feel of her fitting around me like she’d been made for me.
“You can play with your clit, if you want.”
One hand immediately dropped, and I took that as my cue to move. I drove into her at a fast pace, wanting to see how quickly she could get herself off with me inside her. Half a dozen strokes later, I heard a low curse, and she tightened around me. I thrust past her spasming muscles, drawing out her orgasm until my own exploded out of me.
She was still coming when I pulled out, squeezing off the condom with one hand and patting her ass with the other. Once I washed up in my private bathroom, I’d give her the chance to do the same. At least we wouldn’t need to have some awkward morning-after conversation or talk about our feelings. A great fucking was always better than talking.
Thirty-Three
Ashlee
I’d never feltlike a bigger idiot than I did when I walked out of Nate’s office, the space between my legs aching even while my stomach twisted. I was grateful that everyone had already gone home because I didn’t think I would be able to handle the humiliation of seeing the people who’d gossiped about Nate and me and knowing they’d been right all along.
I might not have slept with him to get or keep my job, but I had done it at work, despite the fact that he’d been picking apart a project I’d worked on for days. He hadn’t surprised me. He’d wanted me, no matter how many times he’d behaved as if he didn’t, and even though he’d said awful things to me, I’d wanted him too.
Shame colored my cheeks. How could I want someone who treated me the way he did? What did that say about me, that I’d let a man talk to me the way he did, and then I’d let him fuck me?
No, I hadn’tlethim. I’dencouragedhim. I’d had a way to stop him. A single word and he would’ve backed off because, as much as he was an asshole, he wasn’t a rapist. One word. That’s all it would’ve taken, and I would have already been on my way home, unembarrassed and looking forward to ordering some food and reading a good book.
Instead, I was approaching the elevators and praying that no one I knew would be on it. I couldn’t handle pretending that my entire world wasn’t spinning backward. The doors slid open, and I stepped onto the elevator, breathing a sigh of relief. A sigh that didn’t last very long because, before the doors shut, I heard someone call out for me to hold it.
My hand was between the doors before the owner of the voice registered, and my entire body went immediately cold and then hot when the absolute worst person possible joined me in the elevator.
“Mr. Kordell.” I barely managed to get his name out.
“Hello, there, Miss Webb.” He smiled at me as he leaned against the wall.
“Good afternoon.” I hoped my smile didn’t look like the grimace it felt like.
“Leaving work a bit late?”
“Yes.”
