Page 14 of Curvy Girl for the Boss

Zander laps up every drop, prolonging my orgasm until I'm a boneless, trembling mess. With a final kiss to my sensitive clit, he rises to his feet, still stroking his impressive length.

He positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock nudging against my soaked entrance. For a moment, I think he's going to take me right here on his desk, but instead, he begins to paint my pussy with his seed, marking me as his.

I watch in awe as thick ropes of his cum land on my tender flesh, dripping down to soak my panties. Zander milks every last drop from his cock, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"I love knowing my cum will be on you all day, a constant reminder of who you belong to," he smirks, carefully adjusting my panties back into place. The feeling of the damp fabric against my skin is a delicious secret I'll carry with me.

He helps me off the desk, stealing a deep, possessive kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, a heady reminder of our illicit tryst.

"Back to work, Ms. Harper," Zander winks, giving my ass a playful swat.

I straighten my skirt and smooth my hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure. My legs still feel weak as I make my way to the door, my heart racing with the thrill of what we just did.

I exit Zander's office on shaky legs, my mind reeling from our heated encounter. The lingering sensation of his mouth on me, his cum marking my most intimate parts, sends a shiver down my spine. I can't help but clench my thighs together, savoring the damp reminder pressed against my skin.

Maybe Zander is right. Maybe I need to stop worrying so much.

eight

?. . .?

Chrissy

The copy roomfeels stifling as I fold and collate the endless stacks of reports. The rhythmic hum of the machines fades into the background as my mind wanders to him.Zander.

No matter how much I try to focus on work, my traitorous thoughts keep straying to stolen glances across the conference table, the electric tingle when our hands accidentally brush reaching for the same file.

I startle at the sound of a throat clearing behind me. It's not him. Of course not. Turning, I paste on a polite smile for Mark, one of the junior accountants.

"Chrissy, I was wondering..." He shifts his weight nervously. "Would you maybe want to grab dinner sometime? With me?"

My stomach drops. Before I can even begin to formulate a response, a deep, commanding voice cuts through the room.

"That won't be happening." Zander's broad frame fills the doorway, his piercing gaze fixed on Mark. "In fact, you're fired. Clear out your desk immediately."

Mark's face drains of color. He stammers incoherently before scurrying out of the room. I whirl to face Zander, indignation rising.

"What the hell was that? You can't just fire someone for asking me out!"

In two long strides, he's in front of me, his presence overwhelming. "I can and I did. I'm done pretending, Chrissy. You're mine."

His words send a forbidden thrill through me even as I bristle. "You had no right?—"

“I had every fucking right!” The rest of my tirade is swallowed by his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss. I should push him away, but instead I melt into him, my hands fisting in his crisp shirt.

He backs me against the copier, his strong thigh pressing between my legs. "I have every right," he growls against my neck. "And I'm going to show you and everyone else that you're mine. No more games."

Buttons fly as he rips open my blouse. I gasp as his scorching mouth blazes a trail down my throat to my heaving breasts. Rational thought scatters. All that exists is his touch igniting my skin.

He hikes up my skirt, shoving my panties aside. I'm already slick and aching. The first thrust of his fingers into my heat has me seeing stars. "This perfect pussy belongs to me. Say it."

"Yes," I whimper, lost to sensation. "I'm yours."

He rewards me by curling his fingers, stoking the fire building low in my belly. I rock against his hand, chasing the shimmering edge of release.

His voice is a dark rumble in my ear. "That's my good girl. I'm going to fuck you now. Right here where anyone could walk in and see who you belong to."

I should be scandalized, but the thought only makes me wetter. I'm panting and needy, dignity discarded, as he frees himself from his slacks and notches his thick length at my entrance.

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