Crush

What the hell is going on here?

He came into my office again! This would be the third time.

Earlier this morning, he was already waiting in here, in my office, when I arrived. Sporting a massive hard-on imprinted on his skin tight office trousers. Flaunting it in my face asking if I liked his new outfit.

He did that from time to time. Modeling his new outfits in my office. I mostly ignore him.

I don't engage in his flirting. He was my employee after all. I was not going to cross that line. As blurred as it may be, I still kept that line uncrossed.

He bothered me though. I won't lie. He definitely whetted my appetite.

So he was modeling his fine ass up and down the imaginary catwalk in my office. I had averted my eyes trying to look at anything but him. But my eyes had a mind of their own, it gave multiple glances at his package. It really was admirable and I was sure it could do just the right amount of damage to me. The way I wanted.

But I would not submit.

The second time he came in was to actually work but the way he sat was disturbing. To anyone else he was sitting normally. He kept a straight face and did the financial report. But the slight jerks of his hips kept distracting me. I knew he was doing it on purpose.

He spoke about the expired goods then rubbed his crotch.

Told me about the successes of the sales on tinned goods then jerked his hips.

Asked me about my thoughts on giving the new workers gift cards as an incentive but ran his tongue slowly around his lips.

They were so subtle that it felt like my mind was playing tricks on me. I was biting my nails by the time the short meeting was over.

But when he got up to leave, I saw the bulge that was not there when he came in and I knew for sure.

Now, he brought me lunch.

My wife said she didn't prepare much food, so I'll have to get my own today. I was fine with that.

But what were the odds that Jake, my accountant, brought a home cooked meal for himself and me. One that looked suspiciously like Linda's - my wife and his best friend. The containers! I remember the containers. The pink flowers on a green vine wrapped all the way around the body. I think I bought them for her.

He had re-positioned the guest chair and placed it next to mine behind the desk.

I sat frozen. Watching him as he removed the pen from my hand and moved the file from in front of me and set it aside. Replacing it with one of the containers of food.

His bulge rubbed against my arm. Sending sparks of tingles. I took a deep breath and shook it off as an accident.

I stared in horror and excitement. What the fuck was his fly doing in my face? Was it slightly unzipped? I turned away. Getting more annoyed than turned-on.

There it was again.

Rubbed against my arm again. I shrugged my left arm away. No way that was an accident this time.

I stuffed my mouth with whatever it was in front of me. Pilaf? No idea. I just needed to focus on something else.

"You have something on your... let me get it for you," he said.

But before I could react. He leaned forward. His hot wet tip of his tongue swiped whatever it was on the edge of my lips.

What the...?

My head whipped around to face him. My face twisted in a frown. He was giving me this innocent shy grin. That was doing more things to me than his forward pass at me.

Shivers down my spine. Butterflies in my stomach. Fast drum beats in my chest. Removal of blood from my brain that raced straight down to my throbbing member.

No.

I stood up suddenly. Pushing back my wheeled desk chair so abruptly it slammed on the glass wall behind my desk.

I swallowed everything in my mouth nearly choking to death.

"Clean up this mess before I get back!" I demanded and stormed out of my own office.

I softly closed the door with a click but not before spying his sunken shoulders and frozen dejected look pasted on his face.

Longing, that was suppressed so long ago cracked open crawling out of my burning chest, fighting me to go back to him.