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She swallowed twice in quick succession.

It’s him.

“Yes.”

“Did you get my note? Obviously you did because
you’re back at your desk.”

“Yes, and yes, I was just about to head up to your
office.”

“Good, I’ll be waiting.”

Jenny looked at her plant, the mug housing her pens,
and the award for employee of the month. Maybe she should take them
with her because she’d be fired and he might not let her come back
to her desk. No, surely he’d let her get her things. She turned off
the computer. Sexy Beast would have to find some other girl to chat
to tonight. She stood and grabbed her raincoat and put it on before
slinging her purse over her shoulder.

She nodded to the janitor again as she tiptoed over
the wet floor to reach the elevator.

Her stomach churned as she watched the floors flash
by. Jobs were hard to come by these days, and who was to say if
she’d find another one she liked as much as this one. She’d do
anything to keep it. She’d made up her mind that whatever he asked
her to do to make up for this failure to follow the rules she’d do
rather than be fired.

Jenny stepped out of the elevator.

That was it.

Sexual favors
. No man could resist them.

He obviously thought she was some type of naughty
lady who lured men into chat rooms on the Internet. She’d offer him
the chance for her to do anything he wanted.

She glanced at herself in the mirror in the hallway
that led to his office. It wouldn’t be too bad. After all, he was
handsome and she’d had a crush on him since they met. Plus, she’d
heard rumors circulating around the company that he liked the
ladies and the ladies liked him. Plus, he knew how to please
them.

Jenny pushed a strand of hair away from her eyes. She
hadn’t had sex in months so maybe it would be win-win all
around.

She walked to his door and knocked on it.

“Come in.”

She smacked her lips together before opening it and
heading inside.

It was the first time she’d seen him up close since
the company Christmas party four months ago. He seemed to get
better looking every time she saw him. As usual he wore navy blue
pants, a white shirt and a dark blue tie.

“Come in and shut the door,” he said.

Jenny did and hovered by it.

“Pull up a chair.”

She sat directly in front of him and crossed her
legs, causing her raincoat to part, putting her knees and lower
thighs on full display. He didn’t take his eyes off them.

Oh yeah, he’ll be putty in my hands.

“Mr. Corbett. You wanted to see me.”

“What, oh yes. I happened to walk by your desk and
noticed your screen.” He was still looking at her legs.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have been doing that
sort of thing at work.”

“You know the rules.”

“I’ve got no excuse, really I don’t, and I can assure
you it won’t happen ever again.”

That’s it, plead your case and if that doesn’t work,
you have plan B.

“It’s not as simple as that. If I make an exception
for you then I have to do it for everyone and we’d have total chaos
at Corbett Enterprises.”

Jenny stood and walked around the front of his desk
and leaned her butt up against its edge.

“I can give you a free night of my services if you
look the other way.”

She eased herself up on his desk and crossed her
legs. Hoping he’d see what he’d be missing if he said no.

“Ms. Rasley…”

“Yes.”

She pulled on his tie, bringing his face close to
hers. Luckily she hadn’t eaten any of the hotdog and didn’t smell
like garlic and onions.

He closed his eyes, their mouths now mere inches from
one another.

“Please, Mr. Corbett,” she said.

He didn’t say anything but then she kissed him.

Jenny expected him to pull away and shout for her to
get her butt out of his office and that she was more than fired,
but instead he opened his mouth to hers and they seemed to melt
together. Just like in her fantasy, she ran her fingers through the
little waves in his hair.

The real thing was so much better than the scene that
had played in her head over and over again.

She finally pulled away and looked him in those
beautiful greenish eyes.

“You really want to do this?” he asked.

Jenny ran her finger along his jawline. “I really
do.”

It was true. Even if losing her job didn’t factor
into it, she wanted the two of them to fool around and have some
fun.

He closed his eyes and Jenny could see he’d taken a
deep breath.

“Everything has to be by my rules.”

“Absolutely, you’re the client tonight.”

“And you realize I’ll have to give you some
punishment for breaking company rules?”

She nodded, wondering just what that would be and if
it would be fun.

Jenny scooted back on his desk and crossed her legs
again.

Ian used his index finger and made circles around her
kneecap. A small and insignificant movement but Jenny couldn’t
believe how erotic it felt.
Must be his fingers
.

“Are you wearing stockings instead of pantyhose?” he
asked.

She guessed he’d spotted the tops of the stockings
peeking out under the hem of her dress.

“Yes.”

“Part of the job?”

If only he knew the truth. She’d put her finger
through the only pair of pantyhose she had left in the drawer so
the stockings were her last resort besides coming to work bare
legged.

“Clients like them.”

“I’m sure they do,” he said.

“How about you?”

“They’ve always been my favorites. Pantyhose just
don’t do it for me.”

He pushed his hand up under her dress and ran his
fingers underneath their lace tops.

“They don’t have straps,” he said.

“The elastic holds them up. Are you
disappointed?”

He shook his head. “Not at all. Just more to get in
my way.”

“So where do you want to start?”

“I think you should take off your dress but put the
raincoat back on for me. I really like it on you.”

Jenny stood and slipped it off. She didn’t take her
eyes off him as she set it down on his desk. He put his elbow on
the arm of the chair and rested his chin on his fingers and palm as
she slowly, and trying to be as tantalizing as she could, tugged on
the belt of her dress until part of it fell open. It was a wrap
around style so she needed to pull out the other half of the belt
from the slit in the waistband. When she did so both sides of the
dress suddenly parted.

He swallowed twice in quick succession. Jenny had
seen the distinct movement of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down
two times.

Without either of them saying anything she let the
dress fall to the floor. He didn’t watch it but instead kept his
eyes on her as she lifted the raincoat off his desk, put it back
on, and secured the belt by tying it at the front.

Silence filled the air again. Jenny walked behind his
chair, leaned over and ran both hands down the front of his shirt
and closed her eyes.

This was no longer a game, at least not for her. This
was what she wanted to do to him all along. Seduce and make love to
him. Jenny began unbuttoning his shirt. She opened it up to the
middle of his belly and eased her hands inside. The hair on his
chest and belly tickled her palms. She would have guessed he’d be
smooth skinned so it was somewhat of a surprise.

Ian leaned his head onto the back of the chair and
she was sure she heard a moan escape from his lips. She glanced
across the desk to the chair she’d sat in almost a year ago to the
day when he’d interviewed her for a position in the marketing
department.

All this time she’d suppressed the knowledge that
she’d been instantly turned on by his looks and charisma when she’d
met him on that late April day. Since being hired she’d often seen
him standing in the window of his office sipping from a mug and
looking out on the parking lot when she’d arrived for work. A
couple of times she’d considered waving to him, but didn’t have the
nerve. After all, he was the boss. She was the employee.

She scooted around to the front of his chair.

He patted the desktop, indicating for her to sit on
it.

Jenny did and the raincoat hem fell to either side of
her legs, showing the thigh highs again.

“You have beautiful legs,” he said. He ran his hands
up each one and she shivered and took a deep breath.

He stood and kissed her as his hand worked its way
underneath the coat and up onto her belly. He ran his index and
middle fingers around the edging at the top as both their tongues
met and their kiss got more urgent. He obviously was growing
impatient and tugged at her panties.

They pulled away, looking at one another as she
helped him ease them over her thighs and down her legs. He sat back
in his chair. Jenny raised both legs and he freed the panties from
her ankles and tossed them over his back.

She almost wanted to laugh thinking about her boss
doing that to her underwear.

He leaned forward and pushed the sides of the coat
apart and ran his hands over her thigh highs and up to her mound
where his fingers got lost in her pubic hair.

Ian spread her legs and the coolness of the room hit
her folds and felt good.

“I want to see you come just like the man on the
other end of the computer requested.”

That comment jerked her out of her dreamlike
state.

She’d never done that in front of anyone before. She
didn’t know if she could. Maybe she should call this whole thing
off and own up to being a pure amateur.

“Please,” he said, running his fingers over the lace
tops of the thigh highs.

Jenny swallowed. She’d always been the type of gal
who tried anything at least once.

“Do you stand up to do it or do you like lying
down?”

Another question that threw her. Usually she was in
the shower. Well, sometimes in the bed too if she got really
horny.

“How about I stand and turn my back to you and you
can guess what I’m doing?” she said.

“I’d rather see everything.”

She took a deep breath.

She slid off his desk and stood in front of him as he
tugged at belt of the raincoat.

“I think maybe you should take this off now.”

Jenny pushed it down over her shoulders and let it
fall to the ground. She should have felt self-conscious about
suddenly being in front of the boss in just thigh highs and her
bra, but for some reason didn’t.

She pushed her hand down her belly, letting it slide
over her mound. With her index finger, she eased through her curls
and onto her clit. It throbbed and pulsed. Not at the thought of
her touching it, bringing about her own orgasm, but what might come
later. Ian touching it. Ian’s cock sliding deep within her.

Could he see the delight on her face as she imagined
that scenario?

Jenny pushed her finger across her clit and back
again, watching for any indication that Ian was enjoying the show.
He had his head rested on his fingers and palm again and wasn’t
taking his eyes off the space between her legs.

For some reason, maybe because this was just for a
man she found so irresistible, her climax gained momentum faster
than normal. She took a deep breath, almost anticipating the
embarrassment she knew she’d feel when she came. She was a
screamer, always had been.

But then he did the unspeakable. As she squeezed her
ass cheeks together to push herself over the edge, he snatched her
hand away.

“Punishment number one,” he said.

Her mouth was still open, ready for a one-liner
comeback to tell him just what she thought of him, when he stood
and kissed her and eased her butt back down on the edge of his
desk. He pulled away and sat before moving his chair closer to
her.

She wanted to come so badly that she considered
slapping him.

He pushed her thighs apart and put his thumb on her
clit, moving it around in a circular motion.

“If anyone’s going to make you come, it’s me,
okay.”

Jenny leaned back, resting her palms on his desk as
he went to work on her.

She pushed her ass up a little so her clit pressed
onto his hand with more urgency as he picked up speed. It was like
she had a heartbeat in her clit now and it was throbbing
double-time. She wrapped her fingers around the edge of his desk,
sure her knuckles were turning white as she braced herself for the
inevitable. Her legs shook, electricity shot up her thighs, and
then, oh man, dear god, he gave her an off the charts orgasm.

Jenny sat up and looked at him. He’d withdrawn his
hand from her folds and they glistened with proof of the excitement
he’d brought to her body. Now she could feel her heartbeat
hammering around in her head.

“Good?” he asked.

“Fantastic.”

“Take off your bra for me.”

She was putty in his hands. Anything he asked her to
do, she would.

Like a faithful servant she reached behind her back
and unclasped the bra. He slipped it off her shoulders and pulled
it from her chest. Ian flung it across the room and she tried not
to laugh when she saw it land on his trophy from the chamber of
commerce for employer of the year.

If they only knew what he does for his employees
he’d get more than a trophy.

“And just what are you grinning about?” he asked.

Had she been that obvious?

“I’m still happy about my orgasm.”

“Easy to please, are you?”

“On the contrary.”

He reached up with both hands and pulled at her
nipples before covering her breasts with his hands. Jenny put hers
on top of his and held them there as he slowly massaged her boobs,
bringing a heat that pooled into her pussy.

She reached out and was about to pull down the fly on
his pants when he slapped her hands away.