I didn't intend for this one to become so hot but phew...change of underwear might be required, sorry. L x

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Riley leans in even closer and brushes her lips against mine.

'Does that sound like something you'd want to do, Holden?' She asks coquettishly.

I close the space between our lips and capture hers with mine. She moans against my lips and kisses me back, obviously pleased with my forward approach.

Something snaps in both of us when our lips meet. In a frenzied hurry, we both get to our feet, our mouths still locked.

Her lips move in perfect sync with mine. I place my hands on her trim waist and push her back towards her desk. She sits on it eagerly and I stand between her thighs.

She might be more powerful than me in her world, she might be my boss, but I'm taller and bigger than her and right now, I feel like the powerful one.

I pull her hair free from its tight bun and savour the feeling of the soft strands between my fingers. I grab a fistful and pull tightly, forcing her to lean her head back. Her mouth opens in a gasp and I use it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Our tongues collide as I deftly undo the buttons on her blouse. I push the material back, off her shoulders. It sits at her elbows, leaving her heaving breasts exposed in her bra. I break the kiss to hungrily take my fill of them.

I squeeze and massage the round globes in my hands, marvelling at their size and weight. I reach behind her and I'm momentarily confused as there's no hook. Then, I realise it's at the front of her bra.

Perfect.

I unhook her bra, freeing her breasts. The material hangs limply on either side of them. I pinch and play with her nipples and capture her mouth once more with mine.

She moans into my mouth and arches her back, pressing herself wantonly against me. It's a heady power-trip, having my boss so soft and pliant under my touch.

Once I'm satisfied that her nipples are hard and tender, I break the kiss and move my touch lower. I push her skirt up, bunching it up around her waist.

Riley leans back on the desk, supporting her weight on her flat palms. Her breasts are moving up and down with every breath she takes. Her clothes are in disarray, her lipstick smudged, her hair mussed, she looks like she's been fucked already and it only makes me harder.

She's not wearing tights or stockings. The weather has been warm recently and her legs are smooth and bare. I wrap my fingers around the white lace thong she is wearing and pull it down her legs.

I pocket them before she can stop me. She tries to reach for them back, but I push her hand away.

'I want to walk around for the rest of the day, knowing my boss's panties are in my pocket,' I tell her huskily.

She blushes but doesn't protest. With her panties gone, her pussy is exposed to me. Bald and glistening with arousal, it's a sight that has me on my knees in seconds.

I drop to eye-height with it, eyeing the wet folds with a hunger I haven't felt before. I part her with my fingers.

'Look how pretty and pink you are,' I murmur. I spread her lips further and her juices glisten and shimmer in the light. 'And so wet.'

Riley moans and throws her head back. 'Fuck, you're so hot,' she mumbles quietly.

I smirk up at her. 'Do you like it when I talk dirty to you, Miss Wiles?'

She looks down at me with hooded eyes. She parts her thighs even more, spreading herself open for me.

'Yes.'

I readjust myself in my trousers. I need to get them off soon, they're too restrictive.

I run my fingers up and down her pussy lips, spreading out the wetness.

'You're so wet for me, like a little slut,' I say carefully, trying out the word to see how she reacts.

I've had very mixed reactions from the women I've been with. But Riley's pupils dilate and she licks her lips. She took it the right way, thank God.

'What do you want me to do to you, Miss Wiles?' I ask her teasingly.

She swallows hard and I can practically hear her panting from down here.

'Make me come,' she begs breathily. 'Please.'

I look away from her wide eyes and parted lips, down her pretty pink ones that are swollen and puffy with desire.

'Anything for the boss,' I murmur.

I lean in and press my lips over her clit in a gentle kiss. She gasps and bucks her hips into my face.

I smirk against her pussy and then slowly lick from her entrance and around her clit with the pointed tip of my tongue. I repeat this again and again, applying only the lightest pressure.

She cries out in frustration and bucks her hips again. One of her hands delves into my hair and tugs.

'More, please,' she pleads.

I suck my index finger into my mouth and then push it inside her tight pussy. She clenches around me, pulling me further in desperately. I wiggle my finger back and forth and I'm rewarded with another gush of discharge running down my hand.

With my lips around her clit, I flick the bundle of nerves back and forth with my tongue. Changing the pressure constantly so that she can't orgasm. I swap between flicking it madly and then making figures of eight, then circles...

'Holden! Please!' She begs. 'Please! I need to...'

Hearing her breathy begging is the hottest fucking thing.

How is this the woman who has been ordering me around for two weeks?

Her pussy is relaxing and clenching around my finger, trying to draw me further inside. I add another finger, stretching her out. I flick her clit and this time, I don't stop or change.

Riley's fingers tighten in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. I pump my fingers in and out of her, the squelching noises only rivalled by her whimpering moans. She rocks her hips back and forth, riding my face like the good little slut that she is.

Riley comes hard, throwing her head back. Her body tenses up and then begins shaking uncontrollably. I hold onto her tightly and don't stop my mouth or fingers. Her juices leak down my hand, flowing into my mouth as her climax grips her.

When she finally stops trembling, I pull back. I grab a tissue from the box on her desk and wipe my mouth and then my hand.

Riley is blushing like mad, but makes no move to cover herself up. She looks like a horny mess and I love it.

I start to undo my trousers. I want nothing more than to pull my cock out and shove it inside her. But Riley has other plans.

She gets to her feet, wobbling slightly in her killer heels. She pushes my hands out of the way and then begins unbuttoning my shirt. I try to stop her and she frowns.

'I'm not the most...toned of guys,' I admit, slightly embarrassed.

I've been meaning to go to the gym...for the last five years. I jog most evenings. It's enough to keep me healthy but not enough to make me have abs or get ripped like other guys. The gym just doesn't appeal to me, and that's not a popular opinion amongst most males.

It's not quite a dad bod, but there's more belly than abs and I don't want a gorgeous woman like Riley Wiles seeing.

'Don't be silly,' she says. 'Like I give a shit about muscles. I want to see you.'

Her passioned insistence makes me let her continue. To be fair, the woman has her tits and pussy out in front of me. She's exposed herself completely, I probably should, too.

She slides my shirt off, her bright eyes greedily take in my body. She grabs the back of my neck and kisses me, no doubt tasting herself on my tongue.

'I love your body,' she says when she pulls back. 'And I can't wait to see the rest of it.'

Pride fills me, followed my pure lust when my boss drops to her knees in front of me. She undoes my trousers and starts to pull them down, taking my boxers with them.

Kneeled before me, her blonde hair tumbles down her back and the ends tease the top of her ass. Her fuck-me stilettos are pointing out from behind and I'm so fucking grateful she left them on.

Riley grabs my cock and pulls it free, leaving my trousers around my knees. As her mouth wraps around my cock, I glance at the door and I realise I'm also fucking grateful that she locked it. We're too far away from the frosted glass for anyone to even see our silhouettes, and the walls are thick to mute sound, she doesn't want people hearing her private conversations.

We're safe in here and I'm going to savour every minute of this crazy afternoon.

She sucks cock like she's done it for years, which she might have. I work my hips with her mouth, pushing forwards and fucking it whilst she takes every thrust. She strokes the base of my cock with her hand, it's coated in her saliva.

She pulls my cock from her mouth and admires it for a second. It's glistening with her saliva and my pre-cum. She kisses the tip and then takes me into her mouth again.

She works her mouth and hand together, taking me to the back of her throat and rubbing the underside with her tongue. I grunt and grip her hair tightly. I can't let her make me come like this, I want to be inside her.

'Stop.' I almost growl the word and pull my cock from her mouth with a pop.

'Bend over your desk, now,' I order her, amazed when desire flashes in her eyes and she shakily gets to her feet.

Tomorrow, I will go back to doing whatever she says. But right now, I'm going to fuck her so hard, that, when she is giving me orders tomorrow, she'll remember how she took my cock like a good slut today.

Riley places her hands on the desk and bends over, exposing her flawless backside to me. I grab and squeeze her ass cheeks, marring the creamy skin with pink grab marks from my hands.

Even from behind, I can see her glistening, puffy pussy lips tempting me. I run my cock up and down her pussy, lubricating it. Riley wiggles with excitement and I land a slap on her ass.

'Stop squirming,' I command lowly.

She freezes instantly and I take the opportunity to slide inside her.

'Ohhh...' Riley moans and presses her upper body against the desk.

I briefly close my eyes, overcome by how good she feels. Tight as hell and gripping my cock with a vice-like hold. So hot and wet.

I pull back and slowly slide back in, savouring every inch she takes. I do this again and again, getting faster with each thrust.

Soon, Riley is whimpering uncontrollably, moans spilling from her lips. My balls are slapping against her pussy with each thrust, making quiet smacking sounds.

I grab a fistful of her hair and pull, forcing her to arch her back and lean back to relieve the pressure. Now that she's lifted off the table, her breasts are exposed again. With my other hand, I reach around and grab one, squeezing it roughly.

'Tell me that you like taking my cock,' I tell h gruffly.

Riley whimpers. 'I love taking your cock,' she complies sweetly.

'Well done,' I murmur, tugging on her hair tighter.

I pound into her ruthlessly and she takes every thrust. I can feel how wet she is, it's coating my balls. She's loving this and so am I.

'And what are you?' I ask her, wondering if she'll get this right.

There's a moment's hesitation before she replies.

'I'm your good little slut,' she responds, ending on a moan.

'Perfect. Are you going to come, slut?'

She whimpers again. 'Yes! Holden, please, oh please-'

I pound into her harder, making sure my cock hits her in just the right spot. She clenches down around me and her body starts to shake.

'Come on, Riley,' I urge her. 'Come for me.'

She complies instantly, slapping her hands over her mouth as she cries out my name. I feel my own orgasm hit and my thrusts become sloppy. I chase my orgasm, fucking her in short, sharp thrusts.

'Shit,' I curse as the pleasure overwhelms me.

My hips buck of their own accord, filling her with ropes of my come. We're both panting heavily and I rest my sticky forehead on her back.

'Thank you,' Riley whispers.

I wrap my arms around her and hug her from behind. 'No, thank you.'

Ten minutes later, we're cleaned up and presentable. You would never know what we got up to.

Riley unlocks her door and holds it open for me.

'That was incredibly productive, Holden. Pencil a brainstorming session in every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for the foreseeable.'

My lips twitch with a smile, but I remain professional.

'Of course, Miss Wiles.'

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Is it bad that I listened to Hillsong Worship whilst writing this?

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