Her Temporary Boss
Morgan White is in the middle of a rough patch in her life as she begins her new job. She has just broken things off with her fiancé after finding out about his unfaithful ways. As she starts her temporary job at Slade Incorporated, she feels unworthy of love.
Connor Slade is not your typical boss. He isn't just looking for someone with great secretarial skills. Can Morgan be what he wants her to be? Will this man destroy her or save her?
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.
“Ask!” His voice was harsh as his hand came down hard against her ass.
Morgan yelled out a loud moan and then her words flew from her mouth without her full permission. “Sir, please. Touch me.”
“Where, Morgan? Say it.”
“Touch my pussy, Sir.”
A low satisfied growl came from behind her. She then felt his body press up against her right thigh. His erection pressed hard against her soft leg and she whimpered, knowing he was enjoying this play.
Mr. Slade then finally gave her what she wanted. Morgan gasped as she felt his fingers graze her bare pussy lips. His hand felt even warmer than it had on her ass. He ran his fingers up and down her lips several times before venturing forward to find her clit.
Morgan whimpered again as he pressed hard circles against it. Her climax was close already and she had no doubt that Mr. Slade knew it.
“This is what you were looking for, wasn’t it?” Again, he moaned behind her.
“Yes.” Her voice was a whisper now.
Suddenly, his fingers left her clit but soon entered her pussy. Not slowly, he pressed one finger into her. She whined as he slid it in and out a few times before adding a second finger. She tried to quiet her moans, but it was no use.