She stared at him, her stomach fluttering. She’d never seem him this angry.
“Are you…”—she swallowed, her throat gone tight—“going to fire me?”
His sharp gaze bored through her, giving nothing away.
Her chest constricted. Oh, God. Of course he was going to fire her.
“Why the hell did you let it happen?” he demanded.
“What do you mean?”
“You knew it was me.”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“I didn’t know it was you. That meant it was up to you to stop it. Why didn’t you?”
Anxiety coiled through her gut. How could she tell him it was because she had a major crush on him and had been yearning to be in his arms ever since she’d started working for him? That night had been a dream come true.
“Did you not care that this could cause a serious problem with our working relationship?” he demanded.
“But you didn’t know, so I didn’t think it would hurt.”
His jaw twitched. “But why take the chance?”
Her cheeks flamed. “I…” but she couldn’t think of anything to say except that she’d been longing for him to take her, and that would only make matters worse.
She couldn’t drag her gaze from his glittering eyes. He was angry at her and she didn’t know how to fix this.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Blair. I have no excuse. I’ll go pack up my desk.
But when she turned to go, his hand clamped around her arm.
“Did I say you could go yet?”
She froze. “Uh… no, sir.”
He stepped closer, sending her heart-rate into overdrive.
“You wanted it to happen,” he said.
She shook her head, not wanting it to be true. Or rather, not wanting him to know it.
He grasped her shoulders, sending sharp pangs of desire through her.
He took another step forward and she stepped back.
“You wanted me to take control and to dominate you. To fuck you.”
Her cheeks burned hotter.
He stepper closer and this time when she stepped back she found herself against the closed door.
He shook his head and something in his expression had changed. She couldn’t tell if it was anger flaring in his dark eyes or… something else.
“You don’t know how long I’ve struggled to…” His jaw twitched and she could feel the heat of his mood. “How hard I’ve tried not to…”
Shock skittered through her as his arm slid around her and he tugged her close. His other hand stroked over her hip, then cupped her ass and pulled her tight to his body. Her eyes widened at the hard bulge pressing against her belly.
“Ah, fuck, Kali.” Then his lips claimed hers.
Her heart pounded as his tongue pushed into her mouth. She melted against him, need humming through her. Longing for him to take her. Right here. Right now. His hard cock driving into her, slamming her against the door of his office. As she’d always dreamed.
He tore his mouth from her. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.”
But she cupped his face and pulled it back to hers, then kissed him, pushing her tongue between his lips.
“But I want you to.”
She could see a battle waging across his face, his jaw twitching and his eyes sparking with need.
“Ah, fuck.” Then he claimed her lips again, his mouth hard and demanding.
She could feel his erection even firmer and thicker now and her body grew slick at the thought of it driving inside her.
“Oh, please, Mr. Blair.” Her hand glided over his stomach, then dragged the length of his hard cock. “I want you so badly.”
Then she nipped his earlobe.
“Please, sir,” she murmured against his ear. “I want you to fuck me right here in your office.”
She heard a deep rumbling growl in his throat, then he shoved her hard against the door.
He tugged at her skirt, working it upward. Then his hand glided over her inner thigh and…
She moaned at the feel of his fingers stroking over her folds, only the thin fabric of her panties a barrier from him thrusting inside.
She was sopping wet. He had to feel it.
He tugged aside the crotch and his fingers glided along her naked folds. She whimpered at the exquisite delight of his touch.
He fumbled with his zipper and she felt his thick cock brush her thigh. Then…
“Ohhh,” she moaned as his hard shaft drove deep into her.
She curled her fingers around his shoulders.
He stayed like that, crushing her to the door, his whole body taut. All she could hear was their labored breathing.
Her intimate muscles twitched, squeezing him inside her. He groaned, then drew back and drove deep again.
A knock sounded on the door and her heart leapt. God, someone was inches away from them, while Mr. Blair’s big cock was buried deep inside her.
“Who is it?” Mr. Blair demanded.
She tried to shift away, but he tightened his hold on her, his heated gaze locking her to the spot.
“Mary Ann from accounting. I have the rest of those reports for you. You said you wanted to discuss them as soon as possible.”
“Just leave them on Kali’s desk. I’ll arrange a meeting later.”
His cock twitched inside her and Kali gritted her teeth. Oh, God, she had to stop from groaning in delight.
“Yes, sir,” Mary Ann said.
They stood there, frozen against the door, their two bodies joined as long seconds ticked by.
Then Mr. Blair’s hand shifted and she heard the lock turn on the door.
He pulled her skirt higher.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
He cupped her behind and she did as he said. He turned and carried her like that to the credenza against the wall. He swept the surface clear, sending things flying to the carpet, then he sat her on the cold surface. The wall was hard against her back as she leaned against it, but all she cared about was the feel of his thick cock inside her.
He drew back and thrust forward, driving deep into her. Every nerve endings tingled with delight. She clung to his shoulders.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long,” he murmured, then drove into her again.
She moaned, arching against him, wanting him deeper still.
He leaned in close and nuzzled her neck. “Do you like me fucking you, Kali?”
“Yes, Mr. Blair.”
As soon as she said the words she felt foolish. Calling him Mr. Blair while she was sitting on his credenza, legs wide, his cock deep inside her. But he groaned and thrust deeper.
Pleasure swelled through her, rippling along her nerve endings. Sending her higher and higher with each thrust of his shaft inside her.
“Oh, God,” she almost squealed as he kept pumping into her. “I…I… Ohhhh!” She held tight as an orgasm blasted through her, carrying her on a wave of rising bliss.
“Fuck!” He drove deep, ramming her against the wall then his cock erupted inside her, filling her with his hot seed.
She moaned in ecstasy, holding him close to her.
He collapsed against her, the two of them panting for breath.
Finally, he drew back. She wanted him to kiss her. Show her this had been as special for him as it had been for her.
But he didn’t. And his granite eyes gave nothing away.
His cock slid from her depths and she felt empty.
He set her on her feet and stepped back.
“You can go in my private washroom to clean up,” he said, then zipped himself up and walked toward his desk.
She pulled down her skirt and hurried to the door off the side of his office that led to his private executive washroom. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was mussed and her clothes disheveled.
She had just lived out her dream of having sex with Mr. Blair in the office, and it had been wild and sexy, but now she felt…dismissed.
* * *
Once she’d cleaned up and pulled herself together, she opened the door and walked back into his office. He was busy working at his computer, so she headed to the door, hoping maybe she could escape before he noticed her. But as she reached for the door handle, he glanced up.
“Don’t you think we should talk about what happened?” he asked.
She pursed her lips. “It was just a mistake.”
He stood up and walked toward her. Her cheeks heated as he approached. When he stood facing her, so close she could feel his breath, she remembered how only moments ago he’d been pressed against her, her back to this very door, with his cock buried deep inside her.
His finger traced a line down her cheek.
“How can it be a mistake when we both wanted it so much?”
She sucked in a deep breath. She had wanted it. And even though he had already taken her to the heights of ecstasy, she wanted to do it all over again.
He gestured to the round table by the window. “Sit down. We need to discuss this.”
She walked to one of the chairs and sat down. He sat beside her.
“We can’t ignore this. No matter what, what we’ve done has changed our relationship.”
She looked at him worriedly. “I want to keep being your secretary. I’ll do whatever you want to make it work.”
“Whatever?” he said with a grin.
Her eyes widened and he chuckled.
“You look like you think I’ll suggest something untoward… like having sex with me.”
The irony of the situation struck her and she laughed nervously.
“I want you to keep working for me, too. I’ve been attracted to you for a long time, but I put it aside. Now that we’ve acted on it, however, we can’t just go back to the way it was.”