Page 18 of My Forbidden Crush
“MaybeIcould help out… in the office,” Beth coos, shifting in her seat and mewing a little when my fingers find the seam of her track pants, pressing firmly into her slick little valley.
“Now you’re getting the hang of it,” I rasp, wishing we’d gone straight to the office after all, but I was hoping to blow Beth away with a few other things first. Needs must be met, I guess. I can wow her later if she can walk straight, but her comment gives me a great idea.
“You, uh… You got any office experience?” I ask, trying to sound professional because I might have a real-life job for her if she’s up for seeing me all day, every day.
“Not yet,” she grins after opening her eyes wide a moment, gripping my hand with both of hers and forcing me to keep my eyes on the road as I feel my hand disappearing down the front of her pants. No underwear. Good girl.
Fortunately for me, the drive to the office is only a few blocks over the bridge, and traffic’s pretty light. By the time we slip into the underground parking, Beth’s flushed cheeks and panting breaths let me know just how ready she is for her first on-the-job training session.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Beth
The whole running into Josh thing would normally have me on edge, rattled, to say the least. Once it’s clear Bowdie won’t quit until he’s claimed me properly as well as crafted the genius plan of having me work for him as a cover story—for a while at least—I know I’m ready. I want him more than ever, and right this minute. Maybe every minute of every day from now on.
The Bigg Research Foundationtakes up the entire top floor of a glass and chrome building that makes the hotel we almost stayed in look kinda small by comparison.
“It’ll be just us,” Bowdie assures me, scooping me into his arms and walking us both to the elevator once he’s parked in the VIP spot in an otherwise empty parking garage.
I feel my belly flutter from the lift zooming up and knowing where we’re headed. I can’t help but gaze at Bowdie again. Awe kinda describes it, but there’s also a feeling that we’ve known each other our whole lives, which kinda makes sense.
“I thought they hired you as a researcher,” I comment once we reach the top floor. Bowdie, as humble as ever, winces a little and shrugs.
“I am, but I’m also CEO of the foundation,” he says modestly, casually swiping us inside with a security pass and using his back to push open a thick glass door.
It’s premium office space with that new carpet smell and a smattering of leather mixed in with the sumptuous tub chairs, formal-looking reception area, and a pair of giant wooden doors I know must lead to his office.
“We have a lot of donors, including the owner of this place,” he adds. He suddenly shakes his head as he catches himself talking shop, but it really interests me.
His hand and fingers make their way between my legs as I grip him tighter, shifting my interest to more pressing things. Bowdie swipes himself in the same as he did with the entrance doors and eases the massive door with his back. The relief on his face when he hears the electronic lock snap is kinda catching.
Alone at last.
At a glance, I can see Bowdie either wants to spend a lot of time here or he used to. It looks more like an open-plan apartment in some ways, maybe because everything is so big. Bowdie’s huge wooden desk, wall of computer monitors, and TV screens tell me it’s not just some kind of upscale man cave.
“I’ve waited months for this moment, Beth,” he says, making my breath catch as I connect the intense look in his eyes with why he came back early, not just why he’s brought me here today.
There’s a moment of hesitation, even disbelief in my mind. That a man like Bowdie would turn his entire world upside down just for me is incomprehensible.
“You-you didn’t come back from London because of me, did you?” I finally ask. As awkward a question as it feels, his instant and wide grin tells me his answer, that and the warm stiffness of his arousal pressing into my rump as he holds me up effortlessly.
“I did,” Bowdie rasps. “I haven’t thought of anything but you since the moment I left. I couldn’t focus on my work knowing you were here, and I was… Ah, Beth!” he suddenly growls passionately, locking his mouth over mine and kissing me long and hard.
His strong hands grip me tighter, touching me the way I need in all the right places, but nowhere near as hard as what I can feel already probing my pulsing mound. It’s as if all those months of his need have been channeled into his lips on mine, my body against his. The days and weeks of my own incessant fantasy spill over into something that’s finally real for both of us.
It’s overwhelming in one way, knowing that the man who could have anyone has chosen me. I know we feel the same way—that we’d never feel complete or happy in this life if the other was with anybody else, but how much has he given up because of me? Would a man really drop everything and fly halfway around the world just for me? It isn’t long before I’m humming the answer to myself, wheezing the word between his kisses and letting him know I’m all his for the taking.
I wonder again how much of Dr. Bigg here I’m gonna have to take now that it’s showtime. I can already feel myself more than ready to take everything he’s got, my chest like a marching drum, my loins aching for him deep inside me as he gently lays me out on a huge, soft leather sofa. He studies me momentarily with that familiar, knowing grin twitching at the side of his mouth while the source of his deep want knowingly tugs at the front of his jeans.
Dropping suddenly to his knees and making me squawk with nervous excitement, he makes a beeline for the tree line of my virgin pussy, yanking at my sweats and tugging them down to my knees. There’s an urgency to it, but I instantly discover how much I like a little roughness from such a powerful man. I return the favor by gripping his hair by the roots and tugging him further up.
“Nu-uh,” I pant. “I need something else this time. Something bigger than your mouth,” I moan huskily, making him growl with understanding as he stands long enough to unzip himself. I gasp again at the sight of his engorged cock. I suck air in sharply through my teeth, a wave of preclimax goodness flooding my whole body, priming my virgin hole for the stuffing and shattering of its eighteen-year record as the driest, loneliest place on earth.
Until today, that is.
“Beth…” Bowdie croons as I feel his huge body press over mine. The insane, hot line of his erection probes my thigh, making me swoon for real, probably sounding ridiculous. It’s music to Bowdie’s ears to hear and see me making faces and moaning like a whore for him. I always pictured my deflowering as a rigid, nervous affair that I’d most likely have to pay for, but with Bowdie, everything feels so right.
My ankles and short little legs are suddenly at gymnast level as they instinctively hook around his chiseled waist. His huge hands slide up my legs, and I can already feel that smooth, stiff heat that is Bowdie in my mind from now on. He probes me gently at first, making me gasp, then swear loudly. I’m shaking my head but smiling like a lunatic because it feels so good already.