Page 17 of Her Temporary Boss (Slade, Inc.)

She gave him a small innocent smirk. “Touch me, Mr. Slade.”

After she said the words, his eyes closed and he inhaled sharply. She briefly wondered just what it was about her asking that he liked. She was very willing to please him to get what she wanted.

“Please, Sir.” Her tone was silky.

His eyes opened and they looked wild. He reached out and his hand went straight for her pussy. He ran a finger over her lips a few times before slipping it inside her. She whined as he pushed it in and out several times. When he finally pulled his finger free, she saw just how wet it was.

He lifted his wet finger to her mouth. “Taste yourself, Ms. White.”

She kept strong eye contact with him as she obliged. Her mouth opened and he slid his finger in. She sucked on his finger, swirling her tongue. She tasted her salty sweetness on his skin.

His smile widened but also darkened. He pulled his finger free and quickly undid his belt. Next he opened his slacks, letting his cock spring free. Mr. Slade didn’t hesitate as he gripped his dick and brought it to her cunt.

He pressed it to her pussy lips but didn’t enter. He rubbed it up and over her clit, causing her to whine again.

“Ask me.”

Her mind was slowing down as her body was ramping up. She inhaled roughly before responding. “Take me, Sir. Fuck me.”

“That’s my girl.”

Mr. Slade wasted no more time. He slowly slid his cock inside her. She was completely wet so she offered very little resistance. He growled as he thrust deep inside her. Morgan reached around with both hands, holding his back to keep herself steady.

He pulled out slightly but then roughly thrust back in so far and hard that a bit of pain ran through her.

“Sir!”

His only response was another growl and another punishing thrust. She heard the metal of his undone belt slam against the desk. He soon sped up his pace, fucking her hard and fast on his desk. Morgan feared that neither of them would last long. There was just so much sexual tension that they were both close to their orgasms.

Mr. Slade continued to fuck her hard as one hand came up to her tit. He pinched one of her nipples between two fingers and pulled slowly. She whimpered and her pussy quivered over his dick. She was going to fall over that orgasm wall.

He released her nipple but grabbed her tit hard. As he squeezed roughly, she called out and was coming. The orgasm ripped through her whole body and she had to bite her lip to slow the screams. She just barely remembered that they were in an office, full of workers. Her pussy clamped down on his hard, thrusting cock. It seemed this is what he was waiting for.

He leaned his forehead against her cheek and groaned lowly. Just then, she felt his movements become less fluid. He growled once more and then roughly pulled out of her. She let go of his back just in time. Mr. Slade grabbed his cock and stroked it hard and fast. His cum shot from him and landed on her pussy lips and upper thighs. He stroked and pulled his cock until all his cum was on her. He let out one very deep exhale.

“Goddamn.” He spoke through rough breathing as he finished. “I wasn’t expecting to do that so early this morning.”

Mr. Slade took an awkward, lazy step back from her and his desk, still holding his cock. A small, crooked grin lifted his lips as he eyed her. Morgan timidly stared up at his gorgeous face wondering how this was going to all end.I’m not sure I want to know.

Chapter Fifteen

Morgan stood in Mr. Slade’s bathroom, cleaning herself up and fixing her shirt. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She had learned so much in just a few minutes. So, Mr. Slade hired temporary assistants and if they showed interest, he would play with them sexually. Was his repeated need to have her ask him for his touches part of it? Did he need the reassurance? Was that twisted or endearing?

She poked her head out of the bathroom to find that he was already completely dressed.

“Can I ask one more question before I leave?”

“Yes, but I really need to get work done, so please hurry, hon.”

“Do you have temps all the time? One after another?” She buttoned her last button and exited the bathroom.

“No. I only hire temps during high stress times. The extra help is useful as well as the fuckery.” He gave her a wicked, gorgeous grin before making his way to his office chair.

Morgan wasn’t entirely sure how she should feel about that. In a strange way, she was flattered and almost proud. She also felt a little like a slut, though.

“Wait, so how do you know you won’t be sent an old woman or a man?”

He sat down gracefully. “Last answer then you need to get out of here. Mr. Trevor, the owner of your agency, is an old fraternity brother of mine. Plus, I have another close friend with a similar agency.”

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