Page 8 of Quickies

My tears welled up.

Of course he didn’t want me. I was his assistant, a minion. I wasn’t a glamorous model or an up-and-coming actor like the omegas he’d dated before.

He would call an emergency heat service and hand me over to a professional.

Except he didn’t retrieve his phone. It sat on his desk, the sound probably off since we’d been working on the damned report.

Mr. Toral walked to the door and locked it. Leaning on it, he met my gaze.

“You’ve been driving me crazy.”

Did he mean what I hoped he did?

“Do you want…” I couldn’t even finish the question. I was shaking with desire. My cock tented my slacks, and a large wet spot was forming under my ass.

“I want to fuck you hard and knot you over my desk. That’s what I want.” With that, he pushed off the door and stalked toward me. “Your shirt is soaked. Are you lactating?” He looked as if he wanted to eat me alive.

“Yes, sir,” I piped up. Would he find it awkward?

But he gazed at me with hunger. “Clothes off. Now!”

On autopilot, I unbuttoned my shirt. I should have been panicking or at least considering the few choices I still had before the heat completely incapacitated me. I should have been taking into account my future and the future of my son. I wasn’t.

I needed to get my fucking clothes off so I could spread my ass for my boss and get fucked.

He removed his suit jacket and pulled his belt out of the loops.

I managed to undo the top button on my slacks when a cramp seized my underbelly. I groaned and bent over.

Mr. Toral muttered a curse. “You’re in pain already.”

He grabbed me under my armpits and hauled me up. He spun me around while tearing my shirt off. Then I felt the sleek surface of his desk under my palms. Grabbing my slacks and the waistband of my briefs, he paused.

“I need to hear your clear consent, Nicolas.”

Another cramp. I cried out.

“Knot me, please,” I managed. “I want you.”

“Want me, huh?” He dragged my pants down my legs, then I heard his zipper. “You have no idea whatwantis!”

There was a moment when everything stopped. I held my breath, and he must have stilled too. Before I could get scared he’d leave me hanging, his warm hand rested on my ass.

A tender caress, a squeeze, then a firm grip. He pulled my ass cheek to the side.

And I felt him. Hot and thick. So incredibly thick. My ass yielded to the pressure, and he glided into me without any resistance at all. The fullness made sparks go off in my brain. My stretched hole tingled, and my balls tightened.

He slid out slowly, then with a grunt, he thrust forward. Hard.

My cry bounced off the walls.

He was huge. Massive. Bigger than anything I’d ever felt before. He took over my entire body.

I plonked onto the desk, my fingers sliding on the hard surface. I sent some pens rolling and landed with my face on top of a folder.

Smack, smack, smack.

The wet, filthy, pornographic noises… Was that us?

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