Dirty Deeds (An Office Romance #2)(5)

“You were jacking off because of me?” I couldn’t hide the astonishment from my voice as the truth finally dawned on me. This man was more f*cked up than I had originally thought. And for some twisted, f*cking reason that turned me on even more. Knowing that he was thinking about me while stroking himself, dear Lord.

“Not because of you sweetheart, but because I want you and I know I can’t have you. ” He traced my bottom lip with one of his fingers and then released the hold he had on his pants with the other. I could feel the hard bulge of his erection against my torso as he loomed above me. He had to be close to six foot two or taller.

On a whim I said something I probably shouldn’t have. “What… What would you say if you could have me though?” Anxiety filled my stomach as the butterflies began to flutter. Why in the name of hell did I just allow that question to slip from my lips? I should be bolting out the door, not asking him if he wanted to screw me.

He lifted an eyebrow up at me in questioning. I wondered what was going through his mind as I took notice of the deep brown color of his eyes. The color alone, reminded me of rich Columbian coffee beans. I figured since I was already eyeing him up, I'd allowed my eyes to roam across his other facial features. This time really seeing him for more than just a man stroking his cock at the image of me bending over his desk.

The man was a God, and no...not just because GQ Magazine said so. He had well defined cheekbones, hair you just wanted to run your fingers through and his nose wasn’t straight but had the slightest hook to it which made him even more attractive. As my eyes made their descent lower, I took notice of his sharp chin and concrete jaw line. He was chiseled from stone.

“Admiring the God before you, huh?” His deep voice ripped through me bringing me back to reality. This entire scenario was f*cked up at best, yet after the week I already had, it was starting to seem like my normal.

Losing your job, low on funds and one foot already out the door of your apartment all in one week. Yeah, I had a bad case of luck.



“You're not full of yourself or anything…” Sarcasm laced my words and an impish grin formed on his face.

“Would you not be full of yourself, too if you had a face, body and cock like mine? And a woman like yourself standing in front of you?” He angled his hips down towards my * and the air around me sparked. I could feel the electric charge in it, and I desperately wanted to reach out and feel it. Would I get zapped, or would I enjoy the tiny shocks and jolts of energy?

“I need this job…obviously...” I wasn’t sure why I said the words out loud but I knew I needed to make them clear. Ryan didn’t seem phased by what I had said though. Instead his hand drifted from the side of my face and down my arm, stopping once he got to the hem of my dress.

Oh, f*ck me.....

He’s so close to my * that I can almost feel the heat of his touch against my core. A shiver made its way down my spine and goosebumps erupted across my skin, it wasn't because I was cold. It was due to the fact that I’m completely turned on by this gorgeous man.

“The jobs yours...but only if you can work under me. Figuratively….” One of his fingers trailed along the top of my lace thong, right over my clit. Every movement of his finger set my body ablaze. “And literally…”

His nail scrapped against the delicate lace harshly and my knees buckled beneath me. Ryan leaned into me, his head against my shoulder where he placed a soft kiss against the exposed skin.

With this kiss, I could feel his every frustration and desire for me as his body shook with need. He was holding back and letting me choose the pace.

Never in a million years would I have thought I'd be allowing my boss to get in my panties. I wasn't one of those girls who would have relationships with co-workers and most certainly never my boss, but sometimes things change. I worked hard to justify my corporate ladder moves. But sometimes new paths are meant to be made and rules simply put in place to be broken.

“Oh f*ck…” Ryan hissed in my ear as he pushed my panties to the side and slipped a finger into my warm cunt. My entire body buckled as he did so. It felt so wrong, yet so right to let him do this, right here, right now and I couldn’t stop him. Hell, I don't want him to stop. The pleasure and need was far stronger than any fear of being caught. Plus it's been awhile for me so I know I'm not going to be able to stop myself.

“Please…” I begged, wanting him to strip me bare and f*ck me like a wild animal on his desk. Every cell in my body was on edge because of this man and the things that I knew only he could do. The way he possessed my body and mind with just one finger had my imagination in overdrive, wondering what he could do with his cock.

“Will you let me f*ck you…?” He asked, a dark look in his eyes. I swallowed past the apprehension in my throat, and nodded my head yes. His fingers found my chin in an instant and forced my eyes upwards meeting his with a hard lust filled stare.

“Use your f*cking words, Chloe. Do you want me to f*ck you?” The brashness of his voice just turned me on more, like he couldn’t wait any longer than I could. As if all the patience he had for me had dissolved the moment he felt my warm *.

“Yes, Ryan. Yes. I want you to f*ck me.” It was with that statement that everything changed. I went from being against the wall to being bent over the huge mahogany desk across the room. Not just any desk, HIS desk.