Page 41 of Grumpy Boss's Secret

He walked over to his office. I started after him, expecting him to open the door for me and let me out like a gentleman. Instead, he locked it. I froze, my lips parting as the realization of what he was doing swept over me. He stepped over to the windows and pulled down the blinds, concealing us from view.

He turned to me. "Yes?" he asked.

I nodded. In the next instant, he was by my side, unbuttoning my blouse almost frantically. I privately blessed Jozi for putting on a pink lace bra today, as my blouse and blazer came off in one short movement. Ian was kissing across my bare shoulders, his breath hot on my neck.

He unzipped the side of my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then, letting me fall against the strength of his muscles, he lifted me up over his shoulder and carried me over to his desk. He laid me down on it, tracing one finger along the length of my body. I shivered. The wood of the desk was cold under my bare skin.

Still wearing his suit, he climbed on the desk, straddling me. He was panting as he leaned down and kissed my neck, then the top of my breasts. His fingers found my bra straps and pulled them off my breasts, not bothering to unclasp them. He sucked my nipples, his lips moving quickly, as if his movements were urgent, satisfying a hunger he couldn't bear any more.

His tongue flicked, and his teeth bit gently. He moved his mouth across my left nipple, changing tempos and pressures until I was gasping and panting with arousal. Then he moved to my right nipple. I reached up, feeling for his erection. I located the zipper of his pants and pulled it down before unbuckling his belt. He grunted, letting me reach inside and pull his boxers away until his cock was exposed and pulsing in my hands.

He leaned his head against mine, gasping, as I touched his erection, sliding my hand up and down at a varying speed. I didn't want him to come yet, but he was moaning with pleasure, and it wouldn't be long.

Then, wiggling my body farther down the desk, I positioned myself underneath his hips and lifted myself up, my hands gripping his buttocks as a brace. I slid the tip of his cock into my mouth, feeling his strength under my lips. I fondled his tip with my tongue, pressing and sliding gently, then eased his erection deeper into my mouth, sucking as I moved my lips up. The pulsing rhythm had him panting. He placed his hands on my head – not forcing my movements but adding a bit of control that woke something feral in me. Heat coursed through me, and I wanted to make him come right now, just from the pressure of my mouth.

I needed to save his orgasm and keep him going. I wanted to keep going all afternoon. I pulled my head away, giving his tip one last feathery kiss. I lay back down on the desk, wiping my mouth with my hand. Breathing heavily, Ian knelt there for a few moments. I closed my eyes and just listened to the sound. I felt the smooth fabric of his pant leg brushing against my bare stomach. I opened my eyes when I felt him moving.

He climbed off the desk and stood beside it, giving me an excellent view of his cock, still erect. He shifted his legs a little to kick off his shoes. I lay there and watched, a faint smile playing across my lips. I wondered absentmindedly if this sex might end up in his book. Seemed a little too erotic for a book set in the nineteenth century.

He undressed slowly, maintaining eye contact. My desire was like a writhing eel. He peeled away the layers of his clothes until he stood naked, letting me look at him. He was toying with me.

“Bastard,” I said.

He smiled - a slow, playful smirk. He closed the distance between us with one step, and in the next instant, his hands were on my hips, sliding my panties off and tossing them away. He gripped my hips with his hands and turned me bodily so my legs were facing him as he stood next to the desk. My bra had slid around with my waist, and he unhooked it, letting it fall away.

He spread my legs and leaned forward to kiss me, his tongue probing my mouth. I responded, French-kissing his lips, acutely aware of how his hands stroked up and down my thighs, nearing the edge of my mound.

He slipped his tongue out of my mouth and kissed his way down my body, lingering in certain places to lick and bite. He stayed on my shoulder, right breast, the center of my abdomen, and the area just over my left hip.

Then, placing his hands on my knees, his tongue went where I hoped it would go. I arched my head back, feeling a warmth swirl inside of me in accelerating bursts of pleasure. I moaned, experiencing his tongue probing and pressing in all the right places. I pressed my hands against the desk's wood, gasping as uncontrollable spasms of delight cascaded through me.

I came, inhaling loudly with a gasp. I lay there shuddering, smiling happily, as he stood up again and traced his finger across my mound playfully.

"Would you like more?" he asked me, looking down at me with a roguish glint.

In response, I sat up, wrapping my legs around his hips. I drew him close to me, pressing his chest against mine. I cradled him against me while I basked in the feeling he'd evoked. He nuzzled his nose against my neck, murmuring something I couldn't discern. He lifted his lips to mine, and we kissed, lost in a haze of sweet arousal. I never wanted to stop feeling his skin against mine. I wanted him closer to me, as close as possible.

“Now,” I whispered, sliding my hands to his shoulders. Getting ready to hang on.

Keeping me perched on the edge of his desk, he took my thighs in his hands and pushed himself inside me. My body welcomes him, making way for the thickness of his erection.

"Yes," I whispered as he thrust. He grunted and thrust harder, his hips rocking in an accelerating rhythm.

I swear I saw stars. Ecstasy, like a sunrise, split through me. My head jerked back, and I muffled a scream, emitting only a low whimper. Ian moaned a few moments later, convulsing with an orgasm. His grip on my thighs softened, and he leaned forward onto my shoulder.

We held still for a few moments, listening to each other breathing. I was aglow with a feeling of lightness – drunk, with the feeling of his sweaty skin against mine, the rising and falling of his chest as he breathed.

"Well," he said, lifting his head off my shoulder and brushing his nose against mine. "That was the best apology I've ever gotten."

Chapter Eighteen

We stayed there, just stroking each other and kissing for longer. Then, reality struck without mercy: Ian got a phone call. The metallic jangle of the phone ringing was as jarring as an alarm clock shattering an incredible dream.

Worse than that, he answered the phone. "Hello?" he said, his voice perfectly professional, smirking at how I was giggling silently against his shoulder.

"Oh, yes, Anderson. Thank you for returning my call. Now isn't a great time. Can I call you back in a few minutes? Great. Goodbye."

He hung up the phone and turned back to my face, laughing when he saw me pouting.

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