The Bonus

I nearly convulse on the desk, and he licks me again. Deeper…better.

I see stars.

His grip on my thighs tightens as he begins to lose focus, his stubble burning the most tender part of my body.

He reaches under his desk, and I hear the door click as he locks it.

Oh hell… Here we go.

He lets loose and really lets me have it, licking and sucking.

He lifts my legs up over his shoulders as he drops to his knees.

“I have needed to do this…for years,” he murmurs into me.

What?

The puzzle finally clicks together, of course. That’s it.

Oh my god, how didn’t I work this out before? He obviously never made a move because he was my boss. Now that I’ve resigned we can finally be together.

My back arches off the desk as he slides three thick fingers deep into my sex, his tongue flickers at just the right place. I let out a deep moan.

“Oh… God.”

My body convulses around him and he lets out an evil chuckle.

“You’re going to fucking get it, Gracie,” he warns. “Parading this perfect ass around my office all this time. Driving my cock fucking crazy.”

Ahhh!

“Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off in my office bathroom, imagining it was you on your knees, sucking me off?” He works me hard with his fingers and I grip the desk.

Say something sexy…anything.

Quick.

I’m so shocked by what’s happening that my mind is completely blank.

“I fucked myself with your computer mouse.”

He stills, and his eyes rise to meet mine.

Oh hell…that did not just come out of my mouth.

His eyes flicker with arousal. “You fucked yourself with my computer mouse?”

I think he liked it.

“Uh-huh…” I cringe, this could go either way.

He stands. “And what else of mine have you fucked yourself with?” He unzips his suit pants and pulls out his super-sized cock.

My eyes bulge from their sockets, nothing as fun sized as that.

He’s engorged and hard, thick veins course down the length of it, and it’s a wonder there’s any blood left in his body.

“Ruler.”

“My ruler?” he gasps.

Oh, for the love of god. Stop. Talking.

“How dare you use my stationery in this manner.” He widens his eyes; he likes this game.

I do too.

“That’s right.” I grab a handful of his hair and drag him back down to me. “Less talking, more licking.”

He chuckles into me and kisses my thigh. “In a minute.”

Standing, he undoes my dress at the waist and tears it open, I lie on his desk in only my bra.

His eyes linger on my skin, he trails his finger from my jaw down between my breasts and then down to the lips of my sex.

“Pink,” he murmurs almost to himself as he spreads me wide. “I’ve watched a lot of redheaded porn to try and imagine what you’d be like.” His eyes rise to meet mine. “But nothing could prepare me for your beauty.”

“You’ve thought about my body.”

“Every fucking day.”

The air crackles between us.

“Have you thought about mine?” he asks.

“Every fucking night.”

“When you fuck yourself?”

I nod. “Yes.” I take his hand in mine. “When you stretch me open and give me what I need.”

He inhales sharply, his eyes flutter. “Gracie,” he whispers darkly.

I sit up and pull him close, our lips touch as we kiss.

Softly at first, barely a whisper.

But it’s so good, he takes my face in his two hands and I kiss him again. He frowns against me as our kiss deepens.

An intimate kiss in a sea of arousal, it’s unexpected.

Confusing.

“Gabriel.”

“Don’t.” He cuts me off with another kiss and I can feel his arousal grow, hitting fever pitch.

Something changed with our kiss.

The fire is out of control, a blazing inferno.

He pushes me back down onto the desk and with his eyes locked on mine, he unbuttons his shirt and drops his pants.

His huge dick springs free.

My eyes widen… Is this really happening?

He bends and licks me between my legs and spits a little to lubricate me.

Oh my god.

He did not just do that.

Don’t wake me up because if this is a fantasy dream…I am all in. This is porn sex, big-dick, spitting, fucking-your-boss-on-his-desk porn sex.

His skin has a sheen of perspiration all over and with his dark eyes fixed on me, he licks his lips in anticipation.

My arousal hits fever pitch.

He’s just so… Never have I seen someone so ridiculously hot.

He stands and swipes the tip of his cock through my swollen lips as we stare at each other.

Then, without hesitation, he pushes forward and slides in to the hilt. “Ohhh…” My body ripples around his.

The air leaves my lungs at his size. “Good lord,” I moan.

Thankfully, all the stationery fucking has prepared me for this wide load.

Ouch… That smarts.

I’m grateful for my trusty vibrator right now. Well done, Bob.

All our intimate nights alone have paid off, if I hadn’t been fucking you all this time, I would have just been split in half.

He slowly pulls out and slams in hard.

Actually, I still might…ahhhh.

I’m completely at his mercy like this.

He slams into me again and the air is knocked from my lungs. It’s a wonder the desk doesn’t break.

“Gabriel…” I whimper. “Easy…”

Fucking hell.

“Sorry,” he mutters, distracted. He slows, and in a more measured and controlled way he slowly loosens me up.

With his hands gripping my hip bones, we fall into a rhythm. Strong, thick pumps and I can’t speak, I can’t breathe, and hell…I can’t even see.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, his breathing labored as he struggles for control, perspiration beads on his brow. “So fucking good, Gracie.” He pumps me hard. “So.” He pumps me again. “Fucking.” Another deep pump. “Good.”

The sound of our skin slapping echoes throughout the office.

Looking up at him, doing that…is too much, and I explode headfirst into an orgasm as I cry out loud.

His eyes roll back in his head and he really lets me have it, deep punishing hits, and then he holds himself deep and lets out a guttural moan.

We pant, trying to get precious air into our lungs. Both red and puffing, covered in perspiration.

He moves slowly to completely empty himself into me and then he pulls out. His chest rises and falls, and his eyebrows shoot up as if surprised. “Well…”

I giggle. “Well…”

He takes my hand and pulls me up to a seated position and then cups my face and kisses me, soft and tender. His lips lingering over mine.

Oh…

“I’ve been wanting to do that for seven years.” He smiles against my lips.

“And now that you have?” I whisper.

“I’m glad I didn’t, we would never have gotten any work done.” He grabs my sex and tugs it. “Having this perfect pussy in my office would have been a major distraction.” He turns and picks up my dress.

I giggle, feeling relieved.

Perfect pussy.

“Get dressed.” He kisses me quickly before collecting my clothes and passing them over.

“I’m a hot mess, I need to use the bathroom.”

He gives me a slow, sexy smile as he opens his bathroom door. “Okay.”

Okay? I walk past him into the bathroom and he closes the door behind me.

Oh…

He’s not coming in, then?

I was dreaming of having round two in his shower. I’ve only fantasized about it every day for seven years.

I clean myself up and quickly dress, and then I stare at my flushed reflection in the mirror and smile goofily.

“Oh my fucking god,” I mouth to myself.

“I know,” I mouth back.

I walk back out into his office to see him completely dressed in his suit, looking completely calm and unaffected. “We should get back to the party.”

Oh…

“Okay.”

He pushes the hair back from my face as he stares down at me. “You were incredible.”

Were is all I hear.

He walks to his desk and takes a small, long black box with a black silk ribbon and passes it over to me. “Your Christmas present.”

I smile. “Thank you.” I go to undo the ribbon.

“Open it later, it’s a pen. Nothing exciting.”

“Oh.” I smile, feeling embarrassed. “I got you something too.” I walk out to my desk and take out the oversized parcel.

He frowns as he looks down at it.

“Open it later, it’s a robe.” I shrug.

He smiles. “Thank you.”

It’s a robe with the letter G embroidered on it. The G is code for Grace so I can always be with him… But I know he will think it’s for Gabriel because it’s all about him.

The gift that is sneaky but relevant.

He gestures to the elevator. “Let’s go.” He walks to the elevator, seemingly unaffected. “I have to get back to the party.”

“Oh.”

He’s just going back to the party? What the hell?

That’s it?

I get into the elevator beside him and we turn to face the doors. He straightens his tie and twists his neck as he stares straight ahead. My mind is racing a million miles per minute, what the hell is going on here? I glance over at him, and rather than make eye contact with me, he looks down and fiddles with his cuff links.

He’s hard and cold.

There’s no banter, no conversation.

Nothing.

The elevator dings as we hit the ground floor and the doors open. The party is in full swing now.

“Let’s get a drink,” he says casually as he looks around.

I stare at him, what the actual fuck is happening right now?

Did I just imagine that whole entire thing?

“No, I’m going to head off,” I reply coolly.

“Okay.” He puts his two hands into his pockets. “Do you want me to walk you out?”

I’m taken aback that he would even have to ask that.

Wow.

“No. I’m fine.” I fake a smile. “Goodbye, Mr. Ferrara.”

“Goodbye, Miss Porter. My car will take you home.”

I glare at him. “Have a nice life.”

He tilts his chin to the sky as if angered. “You too.”

Ha, and there it is.

Proof.

That he’s an asshole and I’m pathetic.

Well, screw you.

I turn and walk out the front doors as my angry heartbeat sounds in my ears.

Fucking fuckface, big dick, fucking twathead, asswipe.

His blacked-out Range Rover is parked in his bay, and I storm over to it. His driver, Mark, is behind the wheel, and he jumps out when he sees me. “Good evening, Grace.” He smiles.

“Hi, Mark, could you give me a lift home?”

“Sure thing.” He opens the door and I climb in.

“Did you have a good night?” He smiles as he pulls out into the traffic.

I fake a smile as I look out the window. “It was just okay, a bit boring if I’m honest.”

He chuckles. “Aren’t all work Christmas parties?”

I stare out the window as New York flies by.

The sky is red as my apocalyptic anger begins to burn.

Fuck. You.