Page 61 of Crash & Burn

Her breathing quickens.

“Are you trying to tempt me, Miss Cooper?” I plant my words like a heavy whisper over her lips as I stare into her eyes.

She leans into my embrace, reaching up until her lips are almost touching mine. “Why? Do you find me tempting?” Her question lingers on my lips but only for a second, as I pull her into me and kiss her deeply.

I need to taste her.

Her tongue takes no time to meet mine, her fingers finding their way into my hair. This kiss is angry, wet, and rough. Like we both have things we need to get off our chests, but we use each other instead.

“Hands on the desk. Now.” I break away and step aside. Her breathing is sporadic as she walks over to the desk.

She looks at me with patient eyes.

“Turn around.” I walk over to the desk and stand behind her as she faces the front of my desk and leans over it. I pull her flush against my body; my erection digs into her ass as she stifles a moan.

Sterling grinds her ass into my stomach, begging for friction and leaving her wanting as I lean down and suck on the delicate skin of her neck.

“Don’t move,” I command. I dip down and lightly run my fingers from her knee up to the hem of her dress. “You can’t wear this here again.”

I trace my hands along her collarbone, and she shivers under my touch. I lean over her, seeing her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her dress.

“No bra in the workplace?” I ask in a mock-scolding tone and she wiggles a little under my touch. “If my hand finds it way underneath your dress, what am I going to find, Sterling?” I tease, tracing my hand from the top to the bottom, reaching just to where it stops, a few inches above her knee.

“Guess you’ll have to find out,” she whispers.

Fuck.

What am I doing?

What is she doing to me?

But I can’t stop. I don’t want to. I want to take her right here and show her what she does to me.

I flip her over so that she now faces me. She leans back a little, arching over my desk. I grip her by the ass and flawlessly sit her on the desk. I pull the bottom of her dress up and bunch it up past her thighs, allowing it to pool at her waist.

I take my hands to the inside of her knees and spread her legs open, a moan escapes her lips as she watches me carefully and I’m shocked to see that she is wearing absolutely nothing under this dress.

“Sterling,” I growl. I’m so turned on but at the same time, displeased with her. A sense of protection washes over me. It’s a careless move. What if someone else accidentally got a peek?

What if we were in a meeting and she uncrossed her legs and someone else got to look at what’smine?

“Part of my job as your assistant is to make things easier for you. I was only trying to help,” she deadpans but it’s sexy as fuck.

I waste no time unbuckling my belt and pulling my pants down, setting my aching erection free. I take my length in my hands and drag it against her thigh, leaving traces of my precum glistening against her skin.

I lift her off the desk and flip her back around, making her gasp. I ensure her dress stays put as I trace my cock against the sweet flesh of her ass, pressing it against that tight, puckered, bud, teasing her there before lowering back down to her entrance.

“What are you doing to me, Sterling?” I wrap my hand around her ponytail and pull her head back as I lean in to graze my lips against her ear. “All I want to do is show you how obsessed I am with you. I want to worship every part of you, inside and out. So be a good girl, My Little Rose, and keep your hands on the desk. Don’t move until I’m done.” I use my tongue to trace the outside of her ear, and she writhes under my heat.

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“Yes, sir,” she pants heavily as she presses her ass against me. I push her forward, pressing her stomach against the desk as I position myself behind her. I place my tip against her entrance and push slightly.

Sterling’s moans fill the room and I yank her pony tail up so I can cover her mouth with my hand.

“You’re going to have to be really quiet, sweetheart. Wouldn't want anyone to hear their boss fucking his assistant in his office, now, would we?” Sterling shakes her head in my hand.

I use the other hand to grip her hip and pull her onto me, as she groans into my hand, her muffled cries still seem so loud. But it only makes me thrust harder, faster. She’s gripping the table as she bounces against me, each thrust going deeper than the last.