Bonus Chapter Two
Ben’s POV of Chapter Thirteen
I look up from my work into Jenna’s beaming face. Ugh, that woman gives me the chills. I know she’s after Luke but wouldn’t push any other guy out of her bed either.
“Hey, Jenna,” I say with a forced smile. “What can I do for you?”
“Have you seen Luke?” she asks in a sweet voice.
“He’s at a meeting.”
“And where’s his assistant?”
I let out a frustrated sigh. “She has a name, you know. Amy is at the meeting too.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Yeah, whatever. I’ll come back later then.”
She gives me another seductive smile and turns on her heels. I continue working on the current campaign when the phone on my desk rings. It’s a colleague from another department wanting some info on another project, and while I’m on the phone with him, I receive a text from Amy. Reading her words makes me smile.
“Hey, handsome. You busy?”
Of course, memories of our night together flash through my mind: her gorgeous body on mine, my hands and mouth discovering every inch of her. It’s been way too long since we’ve enjoyed our naked bodies, but this week is so damn busy.
I try to focus on my phone call while I text her back simultaneously
“Making important phone calls so I can do my job, unlike other employees who prefer to play with their phones. Don’t you have a meeting?”
Her answer follows promptly. “Wow, you can multitask. I didn’t know that.”
“I have lots of hidden talents you don’t know about yet.”
“Can’t wait to find out! This meeting is so boring that my mind is going other places. Do any of those talents of yours include your desk?”
I ended my call and can now fully concentrate on Amy’s texts. My mind is going other places too.
“You know, I’ve been having fantasies about that desk. Something about you sweeping your mess off and throwing me down on it.”
“And then what?”
“Whatever comes next involves a lot less clothing.”
Okay, now I’m starting to get all hot and bothered. I really try to keep my cool
“Ms. Franklin, are you sexting me?”
“During working hours? I wouldn’t dare!”
Aw, fuck it, I don’t care, we’re doing this now.
“Too bad. I wouldn’t mind hearing more about your fantasies about you on my desk. Naked.”
“You’d be naked too, you know. I’d run my hands all over your hot body.”
“And my lips would be all over yours before finally lingering on my favorite body part.”
“That sounds like an interesting plan. Wouldn’t that be some smokin’ hot sex?”
All I can think of now is Amy’s hot naked body beneath mine. My pants are starting to strain a bit in front.
“Oh, it would. If only there weren’t that many people around. Unfortunately, my dick isn’t aware of them. I guess I’ll need a bathroom break.”
“You wanna do it in the bathroom?”
“Well, I do, yes. But you wouldn’t be involved, at least not physically. Those bathrooms don’t give you much privacy.”
“Excuse me? You are not going to jerk off in that bathroom!”
“What is your alternate solution?”
“The other day I was a little lost, and I found this cozy little storeroom just down the hall.”
“Interesting. I know that room.”
“I have needs that desperately need to be taken care of, too.”
“I could help you with that.”
“If you ask nicely.”
After I sent that last text, a colleague comes over and wants some help with his work. I can hardly concentrate on what he’s telling me, and I hope that he won’t ask me to get up and go over to his desk because I think everybody would notice the very prominent bulge.
While he’s talking, I hear that familiar beep from my phone, and I know Amy must have sent another text.
Focus, Ben, focus! Man, this guy needs to leave, real soon!
And then Amy comes round the corner and sits down at her desk without looking at me. I watch her from out of the corner of my eye. She is all flushed and looks just as hot and bothered.
When that guy finally leaves me alone, I grab my phone and read Amy’s text. “Please, Mr. Taylor, would you be so kind as to fuck me in the storeroom?”
I can hardly suppress a grunt. I look at Amy, who gets up and looks at me. She bites her lower lip, and I could make that fantasy of hers come true right now and throw her on my desk.
She clears her throat. “I take that as a yes.” With a seductive smile, she turns around and is gone. I wait a couple of minutes before I look around to check if anybody is watching. Then I get up and follow her.
I take a deep breath before I enter the room. I have to hold myself back from jumping at her. She has her back turned to me, but when she hears me come in, she slowly turns around. I’m still gripping the handle when I tilt my head. “Ms. Franklin.”
She nods. “Mr. Taylor.”
And without further ado, I lock the door, stride toward her, and press her against the wall. I put my hand around her face and devour her mouth, my tongue forcing entrance. When I hear her moan, I push myself harder against her. She grabs my shirt, and I can’t unbutton her blouse fast enough to finally release her breasts from her bra.
No one speaks a word. The only sound is our erratic breathing and moaning. I caress her breasts, taking her hard nipple into my mouth, using my tongue and teeth a little, while stroking her other nipple with my thumb. She presses her hips against my erection that desperately wants to be freed. She hastily unbuttons my pants, but I hold her back. “Not yet, babe.”
I lift up her skirt and kneel in front of her, pulling down her panties. I hardly manage to hold back a loud groan when I put my mouth on her, using my tongue to stimulate her sweet spot, tasting her and loving how wet she is.
Amy covers her mouth with her hand to stifle her moans. My one hand holds onto her hip, trying to keep her steady while my other strokes up her leg, finally reaching her hot center. I push two fingers inside her, still using my mouth to try and make her scream my name. And it doesn’t take long until she grabs my shoulders and I feel her come, tightening around my fingers.
Still panting, she closes her eyes and leans against the wall. I get up and put my hands on her waist. “There you go. All taken care of.” I kiss her long and deep, and she moans again.
She smiles and opens her eyes. “Yes, thank you. You can go back to work now.”
I wrap my arm around her and pull her against my chest, slightly pressing my throbbing erection against her. “Not quite yet. I agreed to fuck you in the storeroom, and that I wanna do thoroughly.”
She grins at me as she opens the zipper of my pants and frees me. I watch her slide down the wall so she’s kneeling in front of me. I brace myself against the wall and look down on her as she starts stroking and sucking my length.
The tension within me builds up rapidly, and I feel that I’m about to come, so I grab her wrists and pull her up. I press her against the wall again and lift up her leg. “I need to be inside you.”
She guides me to her entrance, and all it takes is a single thrust for me to be all the way inside her. I linger for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her as she tightens around me.
I groan. “You’re killing me, Princess.” I start moving back and forth, each thrust accompanied by a moan.
Amy grabs my back and digs her nails into my skin. I take in a sharp breath and pick up the pace. I’m almost there, and as I want her to come again too, I rub my thumb over her clit.
And then I feel her climax as she tightens around me again, and all it takes for me to finish is one last thrust.
We need a few minutes before we gather ourselves and I step away from her, kissing her tenderly once more. I shake my head and laugh. “Damn, what are you doing to me? I’ve worked here for five fucking years, and never have I been this close to getting fired.”
“No, it must be something you do to me because I’ve never behaved this recklessly during work either.”
I zip up my pants as Amy straightens her clothes. I come closer to whisper in her ear. “It must be something we’re doing to each other then.”
Amy chuckles. “Well, let’s hope that no one heard. We should get out of here. I’ll go first.”
I nod and watch her as she rechecks her appearance. I grin to myself. One look at her and everybody knows what just happened.
She slowly opens the door, peeks outside, and with one last look at me, she’s gone. I run my fingers through my hair. Amy made quite a mess of it when she was holding on to me. I’m instantly reliving the moment before my mind’s eye, but I have to stop myself because I’m getting hard again. I can’t believe what she’s doing to me. I can’t get enough of her.
After a few minutes have passed, I leave the storeroom as well. I try to keep my head down as I walk to the bathroom.
When I come out and want to go back to my desk, I run into Jenna. Great, just what I needed.
“Ah, hey Ben; there you are. I was looking for you.”
I hardly manage not to roll my eyes. “You found me at my desk like half an hour ago.”
“Yes, but I just got the info that we’re interviewing people for the opening in your department tomorrow, Greg wants you to be there, too.”
I nod. “Okay. Thanks. See you then.”
Before she can say anything else, I walk past her back to my desk. Amy is already sitting at hers, her head resting on her hands on the tabletop. I have to grin. “Hey, Princess; are you all right?”
She almost jumps when she hears my voice. When she looks at me, my grin grows even wider. Poor Amy; she’s all flushed.
She whispers, “Please tell me I don’t look like I’ve just done something totally inappropriate at work.”
“Sorry, love; you do have that glow.”
She buries her face in her hands and grunts. “Damn! Jenna was here.”
“I know; I ran into her on her way to the elevator.”
“Did she say anything?”
“Not about you, or us for that matter.”
She takes a deep breath. “Well, she probably can’t hate me any more than she already does. So let’s just forget about it and never do this again.”
I laugh. “May I remind you who initiated this?”
“No, you may not. And now go back to work.”