I pushed my hips back into his as the pleasure built. Again, it was so good I didn't want it to end. Either it lasted longer than I'd ever had sex before, or it just seemed that way because we were in an office full of people. Every thrust was taking me higher and lowering my inhibitions. My dad could walk in right this second and I'd hold up a finger and tell him he had to wait until we finished. I was damn well going to come again. Another orgasm was right there, just out of reach, and I was pretty sure I'd die if I didn't get there.
"Tomorrow morning," Joe started, then slid his free hand around the front of my body until he was rubbing that magical place.
"As soon as I walk in the door … I want you on your knees … sucking me … underneath … this fucking … desk. Ah fuck, Lacy," he swore, when my second orgasm hit hard and powerful. Pushing as deep into me as he could go, Joe held still while my walls tightened around him, milking his release from him. I panted and moaned into his hand covering my mouth as the ecstasy overwhelmed me.
Joe fell backwards into his chair after the last wonderful pulse, taking me with him. His semi-erect cock was still in me, causing pleasurable jolts when he pulled me down onto his lap. I couldn't help but squirm at the delicious feeling.
"You're a naughty little office slut," he teased, his lips nipping my ear while his hands came around and cupped my breasts through my blouse. "That was fucking amazing, Lacy. Let's pencil in a time for this on my calendar every day from now on."
I giggled, still high on the post-coital bliss, then nodded. "Yes, sir. You are the boss. I was told that as your assistant I was to do...anything you asked."
"I haven't had this much fun in a long time," he laughed. "I probably should have asked this before now, but have you talked to Will?"
I nodded, still catching my breath. "He's okay. With me fucking other people … and with more threesomes."
"Really?" he asked in surprise.
"Yeah."
"What aren't you telling me?" he asked. I cursed his exceptional interrogation and people reading skills.
"I didn't ask him specifically about one on one time with you."
"Ah," he said. "But he already knows I've fucked you."
"Huh?" I asked, wondering how that was possible. It had just happened.
"The other night. Or have you forgotten already?"
"I haven't forgotten."
"Good because … " he was interrupted with a knock on the door and then the handle turning. Thank God it was locked.
I jumped up from Joe's lap and jerked my skirt down while he zipped his pants, re-tucked his shirt and buttoned his suit jacket. Grabbing the stack of files I quickly went around to the other side of the desk, pretending to have a purpose in being in here.
"Open it," he said. I nodded, taking deep breaths until I yanked on the handle to pop the lock and let whoever it was in. Jess. She looked surprised to see me in Joe's office with the door shut and locked.
"Hi, Jess," I said, and it came out breathier than normal. She looked me up and down then over to Joe. He looked relaxed in his chair, casually twirling a pen in his fingers.
"Hey, Jess. You're here early," he said.
"I am. Tyler's mom came into town last night and is staying to help us with the girls for a few days," she said, still looking at us in confusion. I had to get away from her judgmental eyes.
"Here are your files. Let me know if you need anything else," I said, depositing them on the desk and retreating.
As soon as I got to my office I pulled my compact from my purse and checked my hair and makeup. Shit, my cheeks were rosy red and my eyes were too wide. I took a few calming breaths and looked down to make sure my blouse and skirt were arranged correctly. I was doing well until Jess appeared in the doorway, making me jump.
"Why was Joe's door locked?" she asked.
"Ah, we were just catching up on messages."
"Really? He said you two were discussing his DWI trial." Frick.
"Yeah, we did that too. There was a message from Anderson wanting to know, ah, when his witnesses needed to be here," I said, making it up as I went along.
"Liar," she said with a smile. "What's going on, Lacy? Finding someone to help you forget Will?"
"Something like that." I felt my face turn bright red. I couldn't tell her I was still seeing Will. We had to make sure no one found out or it might cost her job too.
"Well, good for you I guess," she said. She started to leave but then she came back and shut the door. "Okay, I have to ask because I'm nosy and curious. What's screwing Joe like?"
I laughed at her directness. "He," I started, thinking back to Saturday night and just now. "Is a very, very talented man."
She smiled and came around to sit down in the chair across from my desk. "Really?"
I couldn't help my grin as I nodded. "He's intense and almost … primal. I like it hard and rough and he's...very accommodating."
"I feel like a horny, gossipy school girl, but will you please tell me what you two were just doing?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"He told me to bend over his desk, then he, ah, went down on me and fucked me."
"Wow," she said, fanning herself. "Was that the first time?"
"No. More like the," I tried to count. "Sixth I think."
"Holy moly."
"Yeah."
"And? What else have you done? I need details."
"He may have, um, restrained my wrists and ankles together and gagged me."
"Oh God. I've got to get Tyler's mom out of our house. I love the woman, but between her visiting, my brother and the girls, well, Tyler and I never get to have any sexy time. He's been exceedingly cranky lately too because of the lack of loving. That sort of thing makes men crazy after a while."
"If Tyler's mom is in town watching the girls, then why don't you two takeoff on vacation, like to the beach or something for a few days? I've got things covered here, as you now know in great detail."
"Lacy, that is a great idea! His parents have a beach house, and Tyler has some time off saved up at work. If he doesn't fuck me soon and frequently I might lose my damn mind," she said, getting to her feet. "I'm going to call him and talk to Joe."
I cleared my throat. "Now would be the perfect time to ask Joe for a few days off. I'd say he's feeling pretty good at the moment, not the least bit cranky, and would probably give you anything you asked for."
She laughed. "All thanks to you," she said, and then she was gone.
...
I finally did some real legal work, billing a few of Joe's clients and scheduling his appointments, until around eleven-thirty that morning when I suddenly had an idea. I sent Joe a text while he was in court, asking what he wanted for lunch. Joe, Jess or I usually took turns calling something in or picking up for all three of us. Jess had already taken off, going home to pack for her and her hubby's getaway.
Joe almost instantly texted back, "No idea but I should be finished up here soon and back in the office by noon." Then a minute later he sent, "I wouldn't mind having some more of what I ate for breakfast." My thighs clenched at the memory, but I had other ideas.
"Find out where your prosecutor is having lunch and we can show her what's she's missing," I texted back.
"Hell yes, that's a great idea," he replied with a winking yellow smiley face.
Half an hour later Joe was standing in my doorway, looking as excited as a kid on Christmas morning.
"Let's go! Ryans, one of the other ADA's, told me they were all going to the Mellow Mushroom, but he had to stay behind to get caught up."
By the time we got downtown and through the doors of the restaurant, a wall had come down hiding Joe's excitement. You'd never guess he'd been fidgeting during the entire walk over here. I intentionally didn't look around, and neither did he when we were led to our booth.
I slid into my seat across from him, but then changed my mind and moved to his side. If he was surprised he didn't show it, just slid down to make room. I worried a second about someone from our office seeing us and telling my dad that Joe and I had been out together, but then decided to hell with it. My dad tried to set us up, so he should be happy if he hears about us in the rumor mill.
We told the waitress what we wanted to drink, then ordered a medium Holy Shitake Pie. Hey, don't knock it until you try it! Once she left we got a little more comfortable and flirty for our potential audience.
Joe's arm went around my lower back, where his fingers teased at the waistband of my skirt. I turned my body toward his, rubbing a hand up his inner thigh. The closer I got to the crotch seam of his suit pants, the wider he smiled.