Page 13 of CEO's Baby Scandal

“Just go lock the door.”

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EMILY

Idid as he asked, locking the door. The minute he asked me to do it, my body responded. I knew what he wanted, and I’d been aching for it too. I stood by the locked door, a bit more at ease this time than I was last time. He held his hand in the air, curling a finger and drawing me closer to him.

“The door is locked, sir. What now?” I played with the button on my dress. My core throbbed, moisture already puddling between my legs in anticipation of his touch. And the lust in his eyes taunted me, forcing my body to slick itself against the fabric of my panties.

I glanced at the windows. He’d already drawn the shades. He sat watching me move closer, and I could see his thumb rubbing across the front of his slacks. “Take your clothes off.”

A promotion and a locked door, and now this? My gut roiled for a moment, hesitating. I questioned his motives in my head. He didn’t need to use his authority to pull strings for me to get time to do this because I wanted it as much as he clearly did. But he had, or maybe it only looked like he had. But from his own lips, he made it clear to me that he wanted me all to himself and that was why he’d given me this job. I just stared at him blankly as I pondered what to do.

“Your clothes, now, Ms. Kline.” His finger flicked in the air, pointing at me, then the floor. “I’m not waiting.”

I couldn’t tell if he was just playing the naughty boss-employee game we engaged in last time or if he really was just throwing his proverbial weight around. Ambivalence won out, and I froze.

“Look, Emily, I think I made it clear just before that I’m not just interested in sex with you.” He stood and walked over to me, seeming to understand my internal conflict. “I really like you, and I want to spend more time with you to get to know you as a person because what I know so far is so amazing, I’m willing to jump through hoops and upset my parents just to have it.”

I grinned and looked down as he held my shoulders. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. We’ll just talk.”

“No,” I blurted, biting my lip. “I mean, no, sir.”

“Well then, take your clothes off like I told you.”

All of my indecision vanished, and I started peeling the layers off. When I stood in front of him in just my bra and panties, he shook his head. “All of it,” he said, unbuckling his fly.

My vagina screamed at me. This was insane, the level to which I would go to please this man, but God, did I want to. I would have done anything he asked in that moment and Evelyn would have called that a weakness, but I called it prowess. I shimmied my hips, sliding my silky panties until they dropped to the floor, and then undid my bra.

Daniel helped out of the bra, tossing it to the side, then pointed at his desk, conveniently cleared of anything that might hinder our having a good time. “Bend over,” he ordered. He had his cock in hand, stroking it. I was a little disappointed that he didn’t want to kiss me first, but when he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dangled it in front of me, I understood what he wanted.

“Uh… no.” I shook my head. “You’re not tying my mouth.” I chuckled. I might have been a bit green, but I was not naïve. Some sexual practices were just outside my comfort zone.

“No… not going to gag you. Just offering something to bite on to muffle the sounds you’re going to make. Last time, we were lucky and it was early. This time, there are lots of people behind that door and you cannot be heard. Do you understand me?” His eyes were serious. I nodded.

“Yes, sir.” I took the handkerchief and twisted it, wrapping it around my fist.

“Then bend over and spread yourself because you’re getting fucked, Ms. Kline.”

I smirked at him and bent over his desk. With one hand, I reached behind me and spread myself open for him. He stood stroking himself looking at me, and I watched him over my shoulder. “Like what you see, sir?”

“Hell yes, I do.”

Daniel advanced on me with tiger eyes. He slid his dick up and down my slit, spreading my moisture. Then he pushed into me, and I groaned loudly.

“Shh…” he hissed, reminding me that this session had to be silent. I remembered the handkerchief twisted and wrapped around my knuckles, and I brought my hand to my mouth and bit down, letting my whimpers of pleasure be absorbed by the soft cotton. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Now tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Ah… but you forgot something.”

“I want you to fuck me, sir.” I whimpered and stuffed my fist back against my face, biting down hard. My pussy clenched and squeezed him. He felt amazing sliding in and out of me. The friction was incredible, and I already felt like he was going to make me come. I’d never had an orgasm from only internalstimulation. I wanted to reach for my clit, but his firm hand pinned me to the desk, leaving no room for me to touch myself.

“God, your ass is perfect,” he mumbled, but I heard him. He thrust harder, driving me against the desk. I’d definitely have bruises from how my hips ground against the hardwood, but I didn’t care.

“Oh, God…” I moaned into the fabric. I grabbed the edge of the desk and rocked my hips upward. It put his cock in the perfect position to hit my back wall and drive me mad with lust. “Oh, God…” I groaned again, louder than I should have.

Daniel reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back at an angle. “I said, be quiet, Ms. Kline.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was commanding, and the tone he took—of authority and assertiveness—made my body tremble with desire.

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