What am I doing? This is a lawsuit waiting to happen. Did I just spank an employee? I force myself to request consent.
“You have five seconds to call HR and tell on me.”
She doesn’t move. Her lips are swollen from our kiss, her eyes glassy. “Or?” Now she finally sounds breathless.
“Or I’ll finish what I started.” I say it like a threat, but I’m trying to give her an out. It takes all my willpower, but I force myself to release her thighs and take a step back. “Five…four…”
Her eyes hold a challenge. She’s daring me to do this.
She’s not going anywhere.
“Three…two…”
Her lips start to curve at the edges.
“One.” I cup the back of her head and use my other hand at her breast to push her down on the table. It takes me less than two seconds to yank her panties off and then I start feasting. I may be a demanding prick in the office, but I pride myself on being an attentive lover, and I’ve had far too many solo sessions in the shower lately thinking about all the things I want to do to my sassy secretary.
Admittedly, I may not be as nuanced or slow as usual, but I hope what I lack in patience is made up for with passion. I lick her from anus to clit, then take her entire pussy into my mouth, sucking on her labia, swirling my tongue everywhere I can reach. I work my hand inside that window of her dress to fondle her breast while I coax her clit into swelling for me.
She burrows her fingers into my hair, drawing her knees up around my ears and writhing beneath the onslaught of my attention. She’s biting back her cries, keeping her lips closed as her breath sobs in and out.
I continue to lap at her juices, to penetrate her with my tongue. She tastes as good as I imagined.
Better.
The scent of her skin mixes with the aroma of her arousal making my wolf snarl with pleasure. Growl to get inside her. To satisfy her.
To…mark her?
No. That doesn’t make sense. I wouldn’t mark a human. I’m an alpha wolf.
But I don’t care to examine the urge because I’m so close to having all my frustrations relieved. If I could just get her to let go…
I shove two fingers inside her and rub her clit with my thumb while I raise my head to watch her beautiful face. Her eyes are closed-her expression a mixture of pain and bliss. Her eyes fly open when I start pumping inside her, and she seems embarrassed to find me watching because she tosses an arm across her eyes. I gather her wrists and pin them over her head with one hand while still finger-fucking her with the other.
“Look at me, Windows,” I command. “I want those beautiful eyes on me when you come.”
I don’t know if it’s my words or the dominance that trigger the release, but her gaze snaps to mine, a surprised “O” on her lips as her breath catches. Her muscles contract around my fingers, a pulse and flutter of her internal muscles as the orgasm ripples through her. I keep my fingers inside her, rubbing her internal wall for the G-spot stimulation as my thumb keeps working her clit.
She arches, thighs squeezing around my arms as the climax continues. Her gaze is glued to my face, right where I want it. Now I just need her calling out my name.
She lets out a whimper when it’s over, and her body goes limp. I pull my fingers out of her pussy and tuck them in my mouth, sucking off her juices.
“I don’t remember reading that in the manual, either,” she says hoarsely, pushing up on her forearms.
“Oh, I’m not nearly through with your reprimand.” I use my dark, forbidding voice and push her back down, then reach in my pocket for my wallet, where I have a condom.
She lets out a little moan that sounds like, “Oh” and falls back on the desk, her silky hair fanned in a short halo around her head. I rip open the condom with my teeth and free my throbbing cock. I want to fuck her until she turns inside out. Until she forgets how to be sassy and smart with me. Forgets her own damn name.
I want to affect her the way she affects me.
Brutally. Savagely.
I roll the condom on and line the head of my cock up with her entrance. Some measure of sanity must return because I wait before I push in. Make sure there’s consent.
“You okay?”
“I’m good,” she answers immediately.
I don’t wait another second. I grasp her hips, bringing those high heels up over my shoulders and buck into her. The moment I sink into her heat, a shudder of pleasure ripples through me. I register it both as a wolf and as a man. I’ve never felt the two sides of me so equally before. So in agreement. It’s like this moment, this act, produces the balance nature sought when creating our species. The power of the blending-animal and man.
I’m in love with the feeling. Want to bookmark it to return here again and again.
I’m in awe and ecstasy. I wrap my fingers over the tops of her thighs to hold them against my torso as I pump in and out.
“Is this how you thought it would go, Windows?”
She moans, eyes closed, head rolling on the table.
“Did you want a nice hard fucking over my desk?”
Her muscles squeeze around my dick like I just made her orgasm again. It nearly brings on mine, but there’s no way I’m going to come so quickly.
Not after she’s tortured me for months now.
I jackhammer into her, fast and hard. The sex is raw, punitive and explosively hot. My thighs shake with the need to release.
“B-brick,” she gasps.
Triumph. Exactly what I needed to hear. My wolf fist-pumps.
As if realizing that she doesn’t usually call me by my first name, she babbles some more, each breathless syllable driving me more and more mad. “B-blackthroat…
My balls draw up tight. I won’t make it much longer.
“B-bossman…big… bad…”
Cum shoots down my shaft. I shove in deep and stay there.
“Boss!” she shrieks, her muscles squeezing so impossibly hard around my cock.
I give her clit another quick rub with my thumb and wring a hoarse cry from her and more waves of climax.
She’s so beautiful undone. Wild and frantic and a little lost.
She has no idea what just hit her, and I drink it all in, feeling more than a little smug and satisfied.
I’m the one who made her look this way.
The one who made her lose her mind.
* * *
Madi
Holy…wow.
I am so far out of my depth I’m in another galaxy. My tether to control and rationality snapped, and I’m careening out of orbit, far, far away from anything that makes sense to me.
All I know is that whatever just happened forever changed me.
It changed me, and I loved it far too much.
I could become addicted. Quickly. I may already be addicted.
And that’s a problem for me. My agreement with myself was to have sex with my boss, not fall in love.
He isn’t even close to safe when it comes to love.
He’s the farthest thing from it.
Also, addiction doesn’t suit me. I like to be in control. I like to hold people at a comfortable distance. I don’t trust the rich.
All of these thoughts swoop through my head in the few moments it takes Brick to pull out and dispose of the condom and return to me. He picks up my panties from the floor and very sweetly helps me into them. My ass is still perched on the edge of the table where he sat me. I’m sore and satisfied and probably just lost 30 points from my IQ.
Hopefully, my brain will come back after a long shower and firm talking-to.
Oops. Wrong thought. The firm talking-to Blackthroat gave me is going down as the best sexual experience of my life in addition to the best all-around experience.
Blackthroat picks me up by the waist and gently sets me on my feet, reaching below my dress to pull my panties up over my ass.
I smooth down the skirt of my dress myself.
I’m suddenly desperate to hide how cracked up and raw I feel. How out of my element. Nervous. I need to recover my wits and take back my power.
And of course, that thought brings around the instant answer. One so easy and perfect, smugness takes over and the wobble in my world straightens.
“Congratulations, Boss, you just made me un-fire-able,” I deliver with a smirk.
He goes still. I don’t stay to converse. I sashay to the door and open it.
“That’s Big Bad Boss to you,” he rumbles behind me.
A chuckle tumbles from my lips, and I toss a smile over my shoulder at him.
Blackthroat looks sexy as hell with tie loose and hair tousled from my fingers. He leans against the table with his hands in his pockets, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“I’m going home for the day,” I deliver as one last parting shot.
Seeing as how I’m calling them all now.
“Hmm.” I hear him say as I leave.
Brick
The endorphins from the orgasm keep me floating for a solid hour. It’s only as I come down that I start analyzing Madison’s parting words.
She was being sassy. That’s just Madison. But I hadn’t noticed before that she uses her smart mouth as a shield. I think of her as brave, but I saw a crack in her poise today. I wanted to crack her open, which was cruel of me.
I’m still her boss. In a position of power. I’m ten years older than her and a superior species-not that she knows that part. So maybe deciding I’d had enough of her cocktease and that it was time to take care of my needs wasn’t the most compassionate decision I’ve made.
And if I left her feeling vulnerable and needing to right the scales, that’s probably on me.
Nickel comes up to the office at the end of the day, and when he walks into my office, he lifts his nose in the air and sniffs. I’m sure he can smell Madi’s scent all over me. Can tell what we did.
Since Madison went home already, the janitor, Jerry-a shifter from my pack-is cleaning the upper floor. He probably smelled her on me, too. Good thing he’s loyal to me. That’s the reason he’s the only janitor trusted to clean the executive floors.
“Ohhh, you didn’t.” Nickel gives me a reproachful look.
I stand from my desk and pace around it. “Yeah, I may have fucked up.”
“You think? She’s your secretary, Brick. Actually, the only decent one you’ve ever had.”
“You think I don’t know that?” I shove my fingers through my hair. “That’s why I was trying to keep it in my pants. But she kept wearing those fucking dresses.”
I stop when I see Nickel staring at me. I’ve shown too much.
“I wondered when you brought her to the ball. We all did.”
“Today was the first time.”
“The last time,” Nickel says firmly. “You don’t hunt what you can’t eat.”
I make a non-committal sound. I know he’s right, but I’m also not willing to say never again when it comes to Madison Evans. I like the little human far too much for that.
“Or fire her, but it might be hard to do that now that you’ve literally cocked things up.”
As my brilliant young assistant already so aptly pointed out.
“I’m not firing her.”
“You’d better get a handle on this situation immediately. The last thing we need is some kind of sex scandal.”
“There won’t be a scandal. I can handle Madison.” As I speak the words, I realize I have absolutely no confidence in them.
It would be one thing if I didn’t care about her. I might put Eagle on the situation to ensure I still had legal grounds to get rid of her when necessary. To keep things in check. Make certain she’s not a liability.
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