“What’s your name?” I bark, because I realize that Fuckable Brunette, although totally accurate, isn’t going to help me in my quest to keep my cock under control.#p#分页标题#e#
“Ashley Miller,” she barks back, lifting her chin defiantly.
Despite myself, I like that. Usually, I like pliant women who do my bidding and suck my cock and orgasm as I fuck ‘em, because I work hard enough in the business world. I don’t need to work hard to get a woman into my bed too. The only games I play are ones that involve handcuffs and ball gags.
But there’s something about Ashley Miller that is turning me on, despite my rules to never date employees, and never date women who want to be chased.
So yeah, she’s breaking all the rules, but instead of dismissing her, I’m pushing my cock against her hip harder, rotating my hips in the smallest of circles, and her breath is getting shorter as we continue to stare at each other.
“Well, Ashley Miller, what were you trying to say before you broke my precious purple vase?”
“Oh, I'm sorry about that,” she said, babbling. “I really didn’t—”
“I was being sarcastic. I’d never seen it before today, and it was the ugliest thing I’d ever laid eyes on.”
She bites her lip and moves her hip ever so slightly against mine. If my entire body didn't feel like it was on fire, I probably would’ve missed it.
“So you’re not going to spank me as a punishment?” she asks breathlessly and rubs her hip just a little harder against me.
My nostrils flare as I suck in my breath and stare down at her. I shouldn’t be doing this, I shouldn’t even be thinking about doing this, but having her right here…
My hips begin grinding harder against her, almost against my will, but I can’t fucking stop. Not now.
“Oh, I’m going to spank you,” I rumble, my cock so hard I could sledgehammer through walls with it if I wanted to. “I’m going to tie you up,” I pull at my tie, whipping it out of my collar, “and turn you over my knee and fuck you so hard, you’re going to beg me to stop. And then you’re going to beg me to cont—”
“Mr. Kane,” the intercom blares, an old, crotchety voice coming through it, sounding eerily reminiscent of my third grader teacher. “You have a meeting in 15 minutes with the board, to decide which departments to cut. If you need me to walk you to the meeting, I—”
“No, that won’t be necessary,” I grind out as Ashley backs up, her eyes huge, her shock palpable. “I can find it on my own.” The damn building is only four stories tall. It isn't like I can get lost in it.
“As you wish, sir,” the cigarette-roughened voice says and then she's gone.
“You asshole,” Ashley breathes out. “How could you? How could you decide who to fire, just like that?” She snaps her fingers in the air, glaring daggers at me as she does. “Fuck you. I hope you step on a Lego in the dark.” And then Ashley's gone too, the door slamming behind her as she goes, but I can’t help the smile curling the corner of my mouth at her curse. I’d been told many nasty things in my lifetime, but I had never been told to step on a Lego in the dark. That was a new one, even to me, and I would've sworn I’d heard it all.
I fall into the nasty-ass leatherette chair behind the nasty-ass cheap oak desk, my cock begging for release, and my mind whirling.
I pull out my red, swollen cock, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. I have to stroke one out before the meeting or I’ll never be able to focus on a damn thing anyone says.
And I have to forget Ashley Miller, starting now.
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Ashley
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Yeah, I’m supposed to be working, I know. Don’t get all Mr. Henningford on my ass. If you’d just had Apollo—Mr. Kane—feeling you up like he’d just been doing to me, you wouldn’t be working either. Just sayin’.
I’m pacing in circles around my desk, like this lion I once saw stuck in an enclosure at the zoo. He just walked the same path over and over again, wearing it down to dirt, ignoring the rest of his enclosure as he went. At the time, I felt sorry for him.
Right now, I feel too…I don’t know what I feel. But something. Something very mixed up and twisted and worried and horny as fuck and—
“Ashley, are you okay?”
Oh thank god, Natalie is coming to my rescue.
“Yes! No! Yes? I don’t know.”
She’s staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. Which, to be fair, I kinda feel like I have.
“What’s going on?” she asks slowly, as if talking to a small child, or a deranged adult.