Page 9 of Her Temporary Boss (Slade, Inc.)

She swallowed hard before answering. “No.”

A crooked smile lifted one side of his perfect face. He looked like a boy who had just been given the keys to a candy store.

“Please come here.” He pointed to the right side of his chair.

Her stomach did summersaults as she slowly stood. His eyes never left her as she made her way around his desk. She felt like the main dish for a starving man. Morgan had never felt that way even once with her ex. It felt damn good.

When she was standing next to her boss, his expression seemed to darken further. She almost stopped breathing. Her thighs rubbed together on their own accord, dying to be touched.

“Hands on the desk, Ms. White.” His tone was even but powerful.

Morgan complied, turning to the side, placing her hands on the desk. Mr. Slade stood gracefully, pushing his chair off to the left. His hands quickly came up and pushed her back down so she was bent over further. He then pulled on her hips, causing her to take a few steps back, bending her body even more. Every part of her he touched, trembled and quivered.

Her ass was in a nice position for just what they both wanted. Morgan’s breathing increased and her hips started to slowly sway. Her clit was engorged and pulsating. She could already feel an orgasm sitting just on the edge.

“No panty lines. Is my ill-behaved assistant wearing a thong?”

His hand came up then and ran over her ass. Morgan’s eyes fluttered shut and her brain wasn’t focused on anything but her body and his touches. He continued to rub his hands over her ass while a low growl came from his chest. This had her legs trembling.

Very slowly, his hands slid down her ass to her thighs. Mr. Slade then reached the bottom of her skirt. Without asking for permission, he used both hands to push the skirt up. Morgan gasped and held her breath as the fabric came up, exposing her ass and pussy lips. She fought the urge to spin around and lower her skirt.

“No underwear. Nice choice, Ms. White.” His tone was playful but still commanding.

She wondered very quickly if the decision to not wear underwear this morning had been a subconscious plea. Morgan released the held breath and whimpered. The cool air ran over her body and she couldn’t stop her inner muscles from flexing. He continued to push her skirt up until it sat on her lower back. Painfully slowly, he ran a hand over her bare ass. She jumped slightly from his sudden warmth. She pushed all self-doubting thoughts out of her mind. She wanted this man’s touches.

“No more wasting time.”

Even before his last word was completely spoken, his hand left her ass but quickly returned. It came down hard on her ass cheek. The sound of skin on skin bounced off his office walls. Morgan held in the yelp that wanted to push free.

“Ms. White. I’m doing this for our mutual benefit.”

His hand came down again on her ass. This time was a bit harder and she couldn’t hold back again. A soft whine came from her as her skin stung and heated. This was not quieting her clit, it was doing the opposite.

“This will help me relieve some of my anger toward you, but will also help you remember your job.”

Another hard smack came to her ass. Her head flew back and a louder whine came from her. Now, her clit was dying to be touched. She wanted nothing more than for his hand to touch her pussy lips, find her clit, and make that orgasm fall.

She let her head fall back down, between her outstretched arms, and tried to slow her panting. On its own accord, her ass pressed back toward her boss a little more. Her body wanted this, maybe more than he did.

“Morgan, tell me you agree, or am I wasting my time?”

She braced herself for another spank, but nothing came. The heat on her skin was fading some, but her pussy was completely wet and it was starting to feel empty. Morgan whimpered and tried to get her brain to kick back on.

“Yes, Mr. Slade.”

“Thank you.” His tone was much softer now. It seemed like some of his stress had fallen off.

Morgan was now desperate for that climax that she knew was so close. Her clit was tingling and begging. Her pussy felt empty and needed to be filled. She moaned in frustration just as he gifted her one more hard smack to her ass. The bit of pain flowed through her, almost letting the climax take over. She just needed him to give her one small press of his fingers to her button.

Suddenly, she felt him lowering her skirt back in place.No … no.Her body and mind called out for him. Was he not attracted to her? Did he really just need a quick stress relief and nothing more?

“Good. Now if you’ll excuse me. I have work to do, and so do you.”

Morgan slowly stood from her bent position. She turned to face him, still breathing harshly. Her skin felt just a bit sore, but that feeling didn’t compare to the confused rejected feeling she now felt.

“Sir? Are we all right? I mean…”

He smiled at her and his green eyes lit up. “Yes, Ms. White. We’re good.”

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