New York Nights
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“You didn’t need to come up here to say that. You should’ve just sent me an email....” His gaze went to my lips, but then he narrowed his eyes at me. “You know I hate when people come into my office without permission.”
“You hate a lot of things.” I shrugged. “Maybe you should just learn how to deal with them like everyone else. I’ll be bringing my notes from this afternoon’s meeting up here when I finish—without knocking, since I’ll probably have to bring you a late lunch, and then I’m officially done for the day.”
“No.” He flipped a page in his book. “You’ll just think you’re done for the day. I need you to stay until eight o’clock today.”
“I can’t,” I said firmly. “I have plans.”
“I know,” he said, putting down his novel. “Your plans involve staying here until eight o’clock.”
“Mr. Leighton ...” I looked him right in the eyes. “With all due respect, which you deserve none of after the way you’ve treated me this week, I’m not staying today. I don’t have time. And actually, you know something else?” I knocked the folder I’d just set on his desk onto the floor, sending hundreds of loose report sheets to the floor. “I’m not going to pick that up, and I’m not going to do anything else today. I’m going home. Now.”
“Miss London ...” He gritted his teeth. “Don’t make me—”
“What? Fire me? Please do.” I turned away from him and rushed out of his office with my blood boiling and my frustration at an all-time high.
Seething, I took the steps down to my office and slammed the door shut. I logged into my scheduling portal and sent email cancellations for the remainder of my meetings. I also sent Human Resources a message that confirmed I was leaving early for “personal reasons” and that I might need to request additional time off in the coming days.
I made sure all the emails went through, and then I shut down my computer and closed all of the binders on my desk.
As I was slipping into my coat, my door swung open and Michael stormed inside my office.
“Going somewhere?” He hissed, clenching his jaw. “Did you not hear what I said when we were upstairs?”
“I did.” I picked up my scarf. “Did you not hear what I said? I’m. Leaving. You can stand there and threaten me with your stares all you want, but I’m going home.”
“Mya ...” He shut the door and locked it, then he stepped toward my desk. “I’m not going to ask you to stay here again.”
“Good.” I shrugged. “Then that makes it that much easier for me to leave.” I slung my purse over my shoulder and headed for the side door, but he grabbed my elbow from behind and spun me around to face him.
“Why are you being so goddamn difficult?” He pressed his forehead against mine. “I really need you to stay here with me today....”
“Then I need you to give me a worthwhile reason to.”
His lips suddenly crashed against mine and his arms went around my waist, his fingers deftly unfastening the belt of my coat. Keeping his mouth against mine, he pulled open my lapels and pushed the coat off my shoulders and onto the floor.
Biting my bottom lip, he slid his hand up my dress, slowly tearing off my soaked panties. He kissed me until I was breathless, gently pushing me backward and against my desk.
Briefly letting my lips go, he pushed all of my binders and files onto the floor. My office line began to ring, and he immediately knocked the phone to the floor, too.
Without saying a word, he grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up, firmly planting me on the top of my desk. My bare ass cheeks hit the cold mahogany desktop and I sucked in a breath as I caught sight of his hardened cock through his pants.
“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded.
The sound of people talking outside my office made me want to jump up, but he placed his hand against my stomach and stared into my eyes.
“They won’t be able to hear us,” he whispered. “Do what I told you to do. Now.”
I slowly moved my legs apart and he loosened his tie, keeping his gaze between my thighs.
He stepped between my legs and pressed his thumb against my swelling clit, applying just enough pressure to make me murmur.
“I need you to promise me that you’re not going to scream,” he said. “They will hear that....”
I nodded, unable to respond as he bent down and sucked my clit into his mouth. “Can you promise me that, Mya?”
“I ...” I nodded again, breathing slowly as he blew against my skin. “Yes ... I promise I won’t ... Scream when you fuck me....”
“I wasn’t referring to when I fucked you.” He lifted his head up, smirking. “I have to eat your pussy first.” He suddenly grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, quickly positioning both of my legs over his shoulders.
Without wasting another second, he buried his head between my legs and pressed his mouth against my pussy—sending every nerve in my body into overdrive. His tongue darted against my clit relentlessly and I cried out as he slid two thick fingers inside of me, as he groaned.
My hands went to his hair—gripping it hard as I begged him for mercy, but he continued to torture me with pleasure. In between moans, I threatened to scream, but he only laughed and the strokes of his tongue became more powerful.
As his hands held my legs steady against his mouth, I felt myself on the verge of an orgasm, felt my entire body beginning to shake.
“Michael, I ... I ...” I struggled to get another word to fall out of my mouth. My body convulsed against the desk, forcing me to break my promise and scream so loudly I was sure everyone on the floor could hear me.
I felt him pressing his fingers against my mouth, heard him commanding me to be quiet, but I shut my eyes and tossed my head back—losing all control.
I wasn’t sure how long I continued to shake, or if any of my coworkers heard me, but when I opened my eyes again, my legs were still around Michael, and he was staring at me.
I thought he was going to say something, to find a way to break our heated silence, but he simply moved my legs from around his shoulders and unbuttoned his pants. My eyes widened as far as they could go as he pulled out his cock, as I realized he was thicker and more well-hung than I’d imagined.
He smiled at my shocked reaction, tipping my chin up with his fingertips. “Bend over the desk.”
I gasped. “What?”
“You heard me.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me up. Then he gripped my hips and spun me around so my back was to his front. “Bend over the fucking desk.”
Slowly obliging, I pressed my chest against the metal.
I heard the sound of his pants hitting the floor, the sound of him unwrapping a condom. From behind, he slowly pushed my dress up to my waist.
Slapping my ass, he slowly slid his huge cock into me, inch by inch.
Moaning, I struggled to maintain my balance as I adjusted to his impressive length.
When he was completely inside of me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back until our eyes met, whispering, “Is this how I fucked you in your fantasies?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer. He pounded into me relentlessly, keeping one hand in my hair and slapping my ass each time I cried out.