Page 10 of Her Temporary Boss (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Nine

Morgan went back to her desk, taking a moment to decompress and think about recent events. On one hand, she felt foolish and a bit like a whore. She had basically begged her boss to spank her, but she had also wanted him to touch her, everywhere.

On the other hand, she felt a little angry. Angry that he didn’t go further and angry at herself for saying yes. She was confused and frustrated. Then there was the matter of her orgasm that was still waiting. She reprimanded herself for even considering touching herself under her desk.

A painful question arose inside her then. If she had been this adventurous and sexual with Todd, would he have cheated on her? Would they still be in the early stages of planning a wedding? Or was it possible that their relationship was never meant to work out? Would meeting Mr. Slade have changed all of it anyway?

Morgan tilted her head to the side, staring at her desk. A few early conversations with her ex played out in her mind. After a few minutes though, Mr. Slade’s handsome face came forward in her mind, washing away any thoughts of Todd.Maybe there is only one man who could open up my world.

Morgan sat at her desk, squirming, trying to concentrate. The rest of the day was the same. She made no more mistakes, and Mr. Slade went about the rest of the day as normal. His goodbye came at ten ’til five and he seemed stress-free.

“See you tomorrow.” He smiled down at her and then swiftly walked down the hall.

Morgan felt like screaming.Now what?

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The next two days were uneventful, to Morgan’s displeasure. She did her work with no problems. Mr. Slade talked to her politely, but he was all business. There were no lingering stares or accidental touches. Morgan was starting to feel like the spanking had been a dream. A masturbating scene in her head, which she had actually replayed over and over with her vibrator.

It was now Friday morning. Her time here was almost half over. This fact had a rock of depression and neediness sitting in her gut. Why did she feel so attached to this temporary boss? Sure, he was handsome, but she’d had handsome bosses before. He made her feel a fire inside that she had never felt before. The thought of losing that feeling had tears welling up.

A little part of her worried that he was waiting for her to make a move. Was the spanking his first approach and then he wanted to see how much she wanted it? Maybe he was waiting for her to show him how far she wanted to go?

After getting Mr. Slade his coffee and newspaper, she sat at her desk fuming. Her anger had built up along with her frustration. She clenched her hands into fists as her breathing grew rough.That’s it. I have to do something.

A slow smile spread over her lips as a plan formed in her head. If Mr. Slade wasn’t going to make any more moves, she would. Morgan was taking the horse by the reins for once. If she played her hand, then she at least could get his reaction. This would tell her if she was wasting her time or not.

At one-forty, she sat staring at the clock. Her smile faded as excitement and nervousness took over. She only had to wait one more minute and then she heard him.

“Ms. White, come here.”

Her smile returned as she left her office, but she did her best to hide it once she entered through his open office door. There Mr. Slade stood, with his hands on his hips, his sweaty shirt already off. His hair looked wild and damp, his face and chest were flush.

“Sir?” Morgan looked from him to his desk and then back up to meet his stare. “Oh, damn it! I forgot your after-run things. I’ll get them. Hang on.”

She quickly jogged into the small room and grabbed the items. When she rushed back to his desk, she set the items well off to the side. She wanted plenty of space in case he responded the way she wanted him to.

“Morgan, I’m quite tired from my run, but you leave me no choice. Get in the position.”

This time she couldn’t hide her grin as she hurried around the desk. She suspected that he knew exactly what her plan was, but in the moment, she didn’t care. Her body wanted to feel his hands on it.There will be plenty of time later for embarrassment and self-loathing.

As Mr. Slade came around behind her, Morgan’s clit was already tingling. She could feel his body heat as he stood there, waiting. She heard him take a deep breath before moving her skirt. A moan came off her lips at just this smallest move from him.

When her ass and pussy were exposed, her eyes closed slowly as her hands started to claw at his desk. He let out a masculine moan as his hands rubbed over her skin. This sound and his gentle hands made her instantly feel better. Morgan took these as signs that he was also enjoying this.

“So my disobedient little one needs another reminder?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathy and even she could hear the neediness in it.

With no more pauses, Mr. Slade’s hand came down on her ass. She moaned and it quickly rolled into a purr. She felt her nipples harden as another hard smack met her ass. A whimper left her throat and he slapped her again, harder. Morgan felt her skin start to burn which was mixing with the throbbing of her clit.

“Ask me, Morgan.”

“What?” Morgan spoke through harsh breaths.

“We both know what you want, but I want to hear you say it.”

Morgan blinked rapidly while still clawing at the desk. She was unsure what she should do here. Her pussy was wetting further as she heard his deep breathing increase.

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