Page 13 of The Unplanned Wedding

"I beg you, please let me please you, Sir."

The tightness at the base of my spine folds in on itself. My balls draw up. I close my eyes and continue to take care of myself, again and again. Mythighs tighten. I dig the heels of my shoes into the floor and throw my head back, when a sound makes me open my eyes. I lower my chin to find her standing inside the doorway to my office.

Her eyes are round and fixed on me. The desk covers my lower half but the movement of my arm, the flex of my biceps, the way my forearms flex, all of it gives away what I’m up to. Despite the dim lighting in the office, I can make out the rise and fall of her chest. The embarrassment that coats her features. I hold her gaze, expecting her to look away, but she doesn’t.

She licks her lips and draws my attention to her mouth. Where it stays. I imagine that beautiful mouth wrapped around me again, and it sends me over the edge. With a groan, I feel the heated liquid overflow my hands. A moan bleeds from her lips. It seems to awaken her from her reverie, for she turns and attempts to run out.

Then, because it’s too good an opportunity to miss, and I can’t resist making her even more uncomfortable, I order, "Oh get me some tissues, will ya?”

She scampers off. The door snicks shut, cutting off the sight of her succulent behind.What I wouldn’t give to spank that fleshy tush?And that expression on her face when she walked in on me jerking off? Priceless. And she didn’t glance away. Shecouldn’tglance away. Shewas aroused to find her boss taking care of himself. She wasn’t turned off. Far from it.She finds me desirable.

I held her gaze and all I saw in her eyes was lust. I find myself smiling, Then, to my shock, a bark of laugh rumbles up my chest. A lightness settles between my ribs, and my shoulders relax.When's the last time I was this entertained? When's the last time I was this turned on? When's the last time I was so stimulated by an interaction with another person?

Ms. June Donnelly livened up my life since she entered it. She’s also smoothed out my working day by running interface with my team, so I can accomplish a lot more. Perhaps—I frown—perhaps, I’ve been too hasty in trying to run her off?

Perhaps, she’s more valuable on my team than off? Perhaps, she’s more of an asset than I realized? Maybe, I should reward her for surviving the week, so she’ll stay on. If nothing else, I need to keep her around for more laughs.

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June

Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Did he just... Did I see him… Did he?I shake my head and stare blankly at the computer screen in front of me. I managed to grab a few tissues from the box on my desk and go back in and hand them to him without meeting his eyes. Then, I fled back to my seat. Why had I gone to his office in the first place? I can’t remember the reason; it must have been something trivial. An excuse for me to see him. And boy... Did I get an eyeful. I squeeze my thighs together in recollection. The image of him jerking off is burned into my retinas.

My ears are ringing from that groan of his as he came. The way he threw his head back to expose the cords of his neck. The way his biceps tightened, and his shoulders swelled, to such an extent, I was sure he’d hulk out of his clothes.

It was erotic and sexy, and so, so hot. Oh god. It was obscene. But also, it turned me on. And it shouldn’t have. My mouth is so dry; all of the liquid in my body seems to have pooled in the space between my legs.Why oh,why had I gone in there? Why hadn’t I knocked first? Why…did I stay there, unable to move until he orgasmed?

My belly stutters. My core clenches. There’s this hunger deep inside me that seems to have hooked its claws into the moist walls of my center. There’s this yearning that fills every cell in my body; strange need that squeezes my chest and turns my insides to jelly. My fingers tingle, and I find myself reaching for the hem of my dress, when the phone on my desk rings. I jump, then stare at it. My heart booms in my ribcage.

I watch the ringing phone in horror, and when it doesn’t stop, I force myself to reach for the receiver and snatch it up.

"Kelly Assistant?"

I’m so unnerved that, just as I stopped earlier when he called me that in his office, I squeak.

"Send off the email to the agency in Tokyo and come see me after you’re finished."

Oh yes. I so want to come.

WHAT? NO! SHUT UP.

"What did you say?"

I hear his growl and realize I said the words aloud.

"I mean, coming," I burst out.

There’s silence, then I hear him chuckle. "Is that all it took?"

My cheeks flame. "No. I mean, I…yes. I mean, I’ll be with you soon."

Without waiting for him to respond, I drop the phone into its cradle, then lower my forehead to the desk once, twice.Someone kill me.What’s wrong with me?I didn’t do anything wrong. I walked in on my boss pleasuring himself and now he wants to see me again. How embarrassing. Not for me. For him.So why am I blushing so hard?

I straighten, then reach for the glass of water on my desk and drain it. There, that’s better. For the next half an hour, I focus on answering a few more emails which have come in, until the translated document with the feedback arrives.

I read through it, correct the grammatical errors, and some factual ones, too, based on what I know of the product in question, then send off the email. Then, I rise to my feet, stretch, and roll my shoulders.I can do this.Composing my features into an expression that doesn’t betray my inner turmoil, I hope, I knock on the door.

"Come in." His hard deep voice sends a shiver down my spine.Crap.I can’t afford to react like a woman in heat every time he speaks to me. I walk inside his office to find he’s standing by the window with his back to me. The lights of the city shimmer in the distance. The days have been shortening, and somewhere in the distance fireworks explode, possibly over Alexandra Palace. It’s Guy Fawke’s day. How could I have forgotten?

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