His To Own (4 page)

"What are you--" Her words were cut off by another adorable, sexy little squeak as he slid his hands up her legs, her thighs, beneath her skirt until they grasped the edges of her panties. He was pleased she didn't wear anything else as he didn't have the patience to remove pantyhose at the moment and he probably would have destroyed them.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked, skimming where she was wet and hot with his fingertips. He lifted her legs high against his chest and pulled her panties up and off, tossing them onto the desk beside her head. He liked the way they looked, the way she looked, wanton and needy and
completely his
. His fingers played between her legs, slipped inside her body to circle her clit. "Yes, you liked having my cock between your pretty lips a lot."

Her gasp signaled it was his turn and he sank to his knees, burying his head between her thighs. Michael loved the way a woman tasted and Laney was especially fine
, sweet and salty and just a little bit sour. He could spend hours right here. Her thighs trembled around his head, the just-barely-professional black heels she wore curling against his shoulder blades as he licked and sucked at her clit, as he slipped first his middle, then ring finger inside where she was so wet and tight.

Michael's free hand darted up to cover her mouth as she bucked against him, soft cries attempting to break free. She licked his palm; bit it gently and his satisfied cock valiantly tried to gather itself for round two. Michael told it to stand down; what they'd already done was risky and foolish enough. Plus, he was just selfish enough to make sure she'd be free to scream the first time he fucked her.

He wondered briefly how long it had been since a man had touched her, then decided he didn't care. Michael didn't plan on letting another man near her for quite some time. It was stupid and reckless and a thousand other things he couldn't concentrate on at the moment, but he didn't care. Michael had always followed the rules, but more importantly, he had followed his instincts. Every instinct he had pointed him directly at this woman. Something told him they were more than capable of seeing to each other's needs - in every way.

Laney was still panting when he pulled away, licking his lips to get every last trace of her.
He rolled back on his heels and reluctantly fastened his pants. Laney pushed herself to a sitting position on the desk, her hand reaching out to clutch her panties. She looked dazed but completely, utterly satisfied, he noted with a smirk.

Of course, he was still panting a bit himself
. "You certainly know how to apologize."

"And you're an incredibly gracious forgiver," she whispered, her own breathing labored.

Things were definitely about to get more interesting around the office.

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4.

It was amazing how a really good orgasm had im
proved Laney's agility. Between the open box of chocolates on her desk, and the lack of bodily injury in the halls, Laney had finally earned the approval of her co-workers. Even the mean old bat who worked for Mr. Price gave her a sour smile when they passed each other in the break room.

Unfortunately, she was besieged by a new kind of distraction: how much she'd enjoyed Michael's 'punishment' and how much she longed to be punished by him again. Maybe on his couch, or even on the floor. She indulged in silly fantasies of him driving her home one night, coming into her house, sharing a bottle of wine and falling into the soft sheets of her bed. Laney could imagine him punishing her just as thoroughly on a comfy bed as he did on the edge of his desk.

It occurred to her, after the second full day of Michael treating her with alarming professionalism, that in order to deserve a good punishment, she would actually have to misbehave.

She started small, just to test the waters. When she brought Michael his morning coffee the next day, she dropped his muffin on the floor - apologizing profusely, of course, a
nd quickly leaving to replace it. His gaze burned into her back until she was out of his sight. Later that morning, she waited until he was emerging from his office for a meeting and 'bumped' into him, losing her balance and clutching his strong, defined upper arms for support. Again, she apologized profusely, and again, he looked at her with the same calculating, intense expression in his eyes.

He was tied up in meetings the rest of the day so Laney finished the seemingly endless list of tasks left behind by her predecessor. Beverly had been a sweet woman, apparently, but she resisted keeping a backup of anything on the computer and Laney had started creating a digital filing system for all of Michael's active cases. That way, if he called her in a panic one night after hours - Michael had a tendency to bring his work home with him - she could simply access it from her bed and email him whatever file he needed. He had warned her on her first day that this was a likely scenario. Beverly had simply driven to the office and dropped the file off at his home.

Laney paused as she was scanning a file. Perhaps Beverly had the right idea. She could imagine herself, wearing a heavy coat over a sexy piece of lingerie as she knocked on Michael's door around midnight. He would have his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows giving her the perfect view of those delicious forearms. Maybe he'd even invite her in, and because he was very polite, he might find some way of expressing his gratitude for the late night errand…

Enough daydreaming. You can drool over him from the privacy of your own sad, lonely bedroom.
Sighing, Laney went back to work, unsurprisingly making great progress once she stopped plotting ways to get back into Michael's pants. Not that seducing him had been too much of a challenge - simply dropping to her knees had gotten the job done quite well. Her oral skills aside, she didn't actually want him to think she was a slut (even though she sort of felt like one, for him) and she definitely didn't want him to think she was only interested in an office fling.

Ill advised or not, Laney liked Michael, genuinely liked him. He had kind eyes, though he could be a bit cool and aloof. There was a dangerous edge to him, not the kind that made you avoid running into him in any dark alleys, but something that told her he wouldn't be an easy man to love. Unfortunately, she had never been good at controlling how she felt and a huge part of her didn't care if it was easy. She just wanted to take a real crack at him.

Of course, the slutty part of her just wanted to fuck him. Repeatedly. In any way he wanted her.

Her own thoughts made Laney blush. She had never been one of those women that spoke plainly of orgasms and penis size. Her friends had always teased her, saying she was from a different era;
don't be such a prude, Laney
, had been a much repeated phrase.
Ha!
, she thought. If only they had seen her three days ago, down on her knees giving the most enthusiastic blow job of her life to a man she'd met less than a week ago, a man who was supposed to be completely off limits.

Scratch that. It was for the best
no one
bore witness to that moment.

As Laney finished with her work and finally glanced around the office, she realized that everyone had gone home for the evening. A quick look at the clock confirmed that quitting time had come and gone twenty minutes ago. She knew Michael
hadn't left with everyone else; that he was still behind his office door, hard at work, the way he was most evenings. She knew that because she was so hyper aware of him, so in tune with his movements that there was no way he had successfully snuck past her.

The small lamp in his office was on, the one he kept on his desk so he could read without the harsh fluorescents. Its soft glow flowed from beneath the door
, the light a siren song to Laney, compelling her to get up, to come inside, to kneel at his feet again and remind him exactly how good their last encounter had been.

"Laney."

He opened the door so swiftly that she jumped, accidentally knocking over her pen and paperclip jar. Michael raised an amused eyebrow, as if to say,
Seriously?

Flushing, Laney got down on her knees and picked up the rogue office supplies, dumping them back into the jar within a few seconds. When she looked up again, she froze, arousal spiking through her system like a fever. Her face felt hot. Her thighs clenched together. Michael was looking at her with such naked hunger, such undisguised male appreciation that her body was unable to do anything but respond. Laney wanted to give him anything and everything he wanted from her.

"This seems to be a familiar position for you," he said, his voice rough.

"I'm trying to do better," she promised, her fingers crossed behind her back.

"I'm not so sure about that," he muttered. "In my office. Now."

He spun away from her and stormed through his office door. Laney bit her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood, suddenly flooded with nerves. It took the edge off her arousal, but only a little. Was he really upset that she was making mistakes on purpose in an attempt to seduce him, to force him into 'punishing' her again? Or, worse, was he really not aware she was doing it on purpose, and he was going to fire her?

Christ, what if her libido had actually screwed her out of a job?

Feeling less like a schoolgirl with a crush and more like a convict heading to death row, Laney stood, smoothed down the black A-line skirt she'd thrown on this morning because it made her feel sexy, and determinedly moved to face her fate.

As soon as she'd crossed the threshold of his office, she took a deep breath and prepared to apologize.

She never got the chance.

His mouth was on hers in an instant, hot and demanding, and she realized dazedly that this was only the second time they'd kissed and the first time they'd managed to do so in the proper order. The entire time she'd had her mouth around him, they hadn't shared so much as a peck. And after their spectacular first kiss, after he'd buried his face between her legs, they'd simply gotten dressed and gone back to their separate corners. She'd swallowed his semen before he kissed her! It was a shocking thought, shocking and horrifying and yet… somehow, it was erotic. The idea that they'd wanted each other so badly that they hadn't been concerned with social niceties. So what if they'd skipped first base and gone directly to stealing third? As they were proving now, they could always make time later to run the bases as many times as they liked.

They broke for air and Michael placed a hot, sucking kiss on the base of her throat, his hands freely roaming her back and ass. She moaned and he moved her until she faced away from him, her gaze drawn to the large windows that overlooked the city. The blinds were wide open, allowing anyone up this high to easily see what they were doing. His hands quickly pulled her jacket down her arms, leaving it caught at her wrists, ever so slightly restraining them. He put his mouth to work on the new skin bared to him, biting and sucking at the back of her neck and the skin that stretched down over her shoulders.

"Never stop touching me," she whispered as he left a mark that may very well be visible tomorrow. The idea thrilled her, made her crave so much more.

"I didn't realize you would have so many transgressions to make up for," he confided, nipping at her earlobe.

"I had to get your attention," she confessed, using the limited mobility in her hands to locate his belt and tug once, firmly.

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," he murmured, sliding his hands up her ribcage until he cupped the full weight of her breasts against his palms. His touch was not gentle; it was possessive and exactly what she had been craving from him.

"You couldn't," she assured him, thrusting her bottom backwards, drowning out a cry of triumph when she felt how hard he was already.

"Hm," he muttered. "Let's just see about that." He tugged roughly on the material of her jacket, freeing her arms and tossing it to the floor. He pulled her blouse off next, followed by her bra. Their reflections were clear in the
large window. Michael slowly teased the tips of her breasts with his fingers, giving them each a fond pinch before sliding lower, to the zipper of her skirt. He made quick work of it, leaving her clad only in a pair of skimpy panties. She could see the open door reflected in the window. It was after hours, of course, but anyone could have forgotten a file, or a house key - the chance of being caught, however slim, was equal parts frightening and arousing. Laney was a bit surprised at exactly
how
arousing.

"These are very pretty," he said in that rough sex voice, sliding his fingers underneath the elastic waist of her panties, then back out again; in, out; in, out. He moved his hands to her thighs, repeating the teasing motion from below, each time grazing more of her wet pussy as he teased her.

"Please," she whimpered. "Don't tease. You've been teasing me for days without even realizing…"

"An excellent point," he agreed. "Hands on the desk."

Laney eagerly complied, bending at the waist. He made quick work of her panties, sliding them down her thighs, her calves, until she could kick them off. She was completely naked in her boss' office, bent over his desk, while he loomed behind her, still fully clothed. A shiver went through her at the thought.

Then, he wasn't fully clothed anymore. She heard the rustling of fabric, the undeniably sexy sound of his belt buckle clinking as he removed it; the finality of his zipper lowering. When he came toward her again, the full length of his naked front pressed against her back. She couldn't help it. She moaned, arching back into him. His mouth found her neck again, her shoulder, as his hands coaxed her hips into just the right angle.