The Wright Boss(77)

"Good," I told her. Then, I brought my lips down on top of hers.

"Landon, I said, after work," she groaned into my mouth. But she didn't stop me.

"This is after work."

"I meant-fuck," she said as she felt my dick press up against her.

"Go away with me this weekend." My hands trailed down to her ass, and I greedily grabbed it. I loved her ass.

"Landon … "

"I want to celebrate your promotion."

"Oh, Landon."

"Say yes."

I slowly eased her skirt up her legs once more, and she gasped slightly.

"What am I saying yes to again?"

"Everything," I told her.

I took her thong in my hand and tugged it down her legs. She stepped out of it, and I stuffed them in my pocket as I winked at her.

"Landon, this is complicated," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I know I should wait. I should be patient. But, Heidi, as you can see," I said, pushing my hand between her legs, "I'm not patient. I don't want to be patient. Not with you."

"Oh God." Her head dropped back as my fingers caressed her most sensitive spot.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, Landon. Always. God, yes."

I flipped her around so that she was facing my desk and then bent her over at the waist. I unbuckled my pants and let them fall to my ass as I pulled my cock out of my boxer briefs. Heidi whimpered softly. I caressed her pert ass and then kicked her feet a little further apart.

I wanted to take my time with her here, on my desk, like I'd been fantasizing about since I took this job. But, even though everyone was gone for the day, that didn't mean we were completely alone. I knew we had precious few minutes.

The anticipation made me rock hard, and I slid my dick deep into her pussy. She was already soaking wet for me. I had no trouble whatsoever.

"Fuck," I grunted as I pulled out and slammed back into her. "I fucking love this view."

"You get so"-I rocked hard into her-"deep."

My hand smacked her ass, and she yelped softly at the touch. The noise went straight to my dick, and I knew that I wasn't going to hold out for long. Not with her making those noises, not with her ass in my hands, not with my dick buried deep inside her while she was bent over this way. 

I picked up my pace, and soon, we were coming together. I gritted my teeth as I finished and then pulled back. I hastily cleaned up after myself and tossed the tissue into the trash can. Heidi tugged her skirt back down and then collapsed into one of the chairs.

"You know this was not what I meant by after work."

I grinned. "I know. But are you complaining?"

She shook her head. "You're going to get me in so much trouble."

"Go away with me," I said, bending down and capturing her lips once more.

"Where would we go?" she asked, already giving in.

"You showed me a part of your life this weekend. Let me show you mine."





Thirty



Heidi


It was hard to stay mad at Landon for being so reckless at work. I knew that I should have tried harder, especially since I'd gotten the promotion. But being with him was like living on a perpetual high. No matter the withdrawals I might have to suffer later, I wanted the next fix.

So, I'd agreed to go away with him.

It hadn't actually even been a question. Mostly because, when he'd told me where we were going, I'd squealed with excitement.

His world was golf-more specifically, the PGA Tour Championship in Atlanta that weekend. It was the finals for the golf world where the best of the best came to compete for the FedEx Cup and the coveted first place ten-million-dollar prize money. The Masters was still the be-all and end-all of golf as far as I was concerned, not that I knew that much about the sport, but the Tour Championship was an amazing opportunity.

Landon's friend Ryan Copeland had sent over tickets for some big event that weekend. Landon could get in pretty much anywhere off of his name, but I was pretty sure Ryan's thoughtfulness had won him over.

We arrived late Friday night after work. We couldn't risk being seen leaving work early together again. It was bad enough that Julia had suspected I was up to something when I told her again that I couldn't go shopping. Luckily, Emery was with Jensen in New York City this weekend to see Colton. So, it was pretty easy to get out of shopping.

I'd packed more than my fair share of clothes for this trip. Even though we were only going to be there for two days, I wanted to be sure that I was prepared.

When Landon got a look at my outfit on Saturday morning, he grinned and pulled me back into the bedroom. "Forget the tournament. Let's stay in."

I laughed throatily. "I am in a khaki skirt, polo, and tennis shoes!"