Page 22 of Silver Fox
“Say it.”
“I’m a naughty girl, sir,” she half-whimpers, her breasts rising and falling.
I pull up her skirt with my free hand, caressing her rounded thigh, but I give a grunt of annoyance when I feel lacy panties. “Did I give you permission to wear these?”
“No.”
Clucking my tongue and shaking my head, I conceal a smirk, stepping away from her. “Take them off.”
Skye’s hands disappear beneath her skirt, and her emerald green panties come into view. She shimmies them past her knees, and they fall to the floor.
I back up further, until I’m perching against the edge of the glass table. “Now turn around. I want you facing the same direction I am.” Waiting patiently, I watch with burning satisfaction as she follows my every order. “Spread your legs and lift your skirt up. Your boss wants you to bend over for him.”
She bends, and the primal groan that leaves my chest is wholly unexpected, but I can’t stop it. Her flushed pink lips are on show for me. I can see her slickness from here, glistening for me in the morning light. Evidence of her wetness has spread to her inner thighs, and my mouth waters at the sight.
And then she rises, her emerald panties in hand, hiding her cunt from me once more.
“Give them to me.”
Skye turns, placing them in my hand. They’re still warm, and without breaking eye contact I press them to my face, deeply inhaling her scent. It’s heated and musky, and so fucking arousing I want to bathe in it, filling my lungs to my heart’s content. “Follow me.”
I lead her out. Our journey isn’t far—my office is next door, and I usher Skye in before locking the door behind us.
She’s taking in my office—the walls are paneled in dark mahogany, coupled with the vast desk directly in front of us. Artworks and awards are strategically placed on the bookshelf lining the wall to our left, whilst the right-hand side of the room is more casual. Armchairs crowd around a coffee table, and it’s my preferred meeting place. The meeting room Skye and I just vacated is reserved for more formal matters, and I try to avoid it where I can.
“Come,” I murmur, taking her hand and guiding her over to my desk. Before I sit, I find the zipper at the side of her skirt, loosening it and yanking it down to the floor.
I sit in the high-backed leather chair, leaning into a gentle recline, and tap the desk, right over where my laptop would normally sit. “Sit. Put your feet on either side of my knees,there you go.”
Like the good girl she is, she follows my orders without question.
My eyes darkening, I spread her legs further to expose her pink slit, rolling the chair forward until her scent reaches me once again.
Skye is quiet, leaning back on her hands and biting her bottom lip, but it’s not enough.
“Arms up. I want you naked on my desk.” I pull her top off, quickly unhooking her bra and tossing it onto the floor.
I lean back to observe my handiwork. Skye is wearing nothing but her heels, and I can’t stop looking at her. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her, gliding my hands up and down her rounded thighs. “Such a naughty girl, naked on your boss’s desk.”
Her eyebrow gives a spirited twitch. “You’re not my boss.”
“I’m your boss’s boss, pretty girl. I own the company you work for. Now are you going to be a good little employee or not?”
Skye’s pussy clenches. She tries to close her thighs, but I stop her. “I’m going to be a good little employee, sir,” she repeats.
That’s what I wanted to hear. “Good. Then lie back.”
As soon as her back meets my desk, I push her legs apart. “Do you want me to suck on your clit?” I run my thumbs up the sensitive creases where her thighs meet her cunt. A visible shiver runs down her spine, and I see goosebumps pop up on her skin. “Or do you want me to lick all of this arousal you’re leaking?”
She clenches again. “I want everything.”
Reaching over her thigh, I drag my desk phone towards us. “But you left my apartment without a word this morning. And I think that deserves a punishment.”
Skye doesn’t get a chance to reply. I quickly lift the handset and press speaker. A dial tone starts up, but it stops a half second later.
A voice fills the room—Marie’s, my secretary downstairs. “Good morning, Mr. Silver. How can I help?”
“Morning Marie,” I grin. There’s utter panic on Skye’s face, but she remains where she is, spread naked on my desk. “Can you put me through to the audit department.”
