She’s alpha female all the way, despite her species, young age, income and class.
“Let’s not make it weird, though. Just torrid office sex.”
She wants to keep this sex only.
Screwing the boss.
Okay. Better for me. Downright perfect, in fact.
My wolf disagrees, but I ignore him. I should be glad she wants nothing more than sex.
Thrilled.
It’s not like I can mate her.
Fine. Madison has a boss fetish? I’ll damn well make every fantasy she has come true. It’s an ideal solution. I get what I need-to keep my wolf mollified and be the one who satisfies her-and she gets…well, she gets the orgasms.
“Lock the door.”
She fumbles with the lock, then turns, breathless, eyes bright. She definitely has a power exchange fetish. I can work with that. I ignore my wolf, who is pissed that she just wants the fantasy, not me.
I tap the surface of the desk with my index finger. When she arrives, I pick her up and plop her cute ass on it.
She sucks in a breath. I catch the scent of her arousal, and my dick lengthens in my trousers.
“So here’s what’s going to happen.” I stand in front of her, my hands lightly gripping her knees. “Unless I hear you say no, I’m going to take what I need, when I need it. Are you down with that?”
Her knees jerk together, but I know it’s not to keep me out because a “Yes, sir” tumbles from her pouty lips.
Boss fetish.
“I need it now.” It’s no lie. My wolf will go nuts if I don’t get inside her again within the hour. I push her knees open and lift them, tipping her back on my desk.
“Oh my gawd.” She’s titillated-or maybe shocked by my behavior.
I can’t find it in me to regret any part of it. Not when she’s spread out on my desk, her head nearly hanging off the other end, looking so damn appetizing.
“Next time I put you in this position, I’m going to walk around to the other side and use that smart mouth of yours.”
Her hardened nipples show through the fabric of her bra and dress.
I slide the pad of my thumb across the satin gusset of her panties. They’re already damp, and she makes a needy sound, her inner thighs jerking.
Despite the forcefulness of my initiation, I take my time now, simply stroking over her panties, making sure she warms up.
“You want my mouth here?” I meet her gaze.
She’s holding her breath, watching me. She nods.
I go slowly, lifting her knees up as I lower my head between them. I pull her panties to the side with my teeth, then lick into her.
She gasps, her inner thighs slapping my shoulders. I screw one finger inside her as I flick her clit with my tongue. “Yes, please,” she whispers.
It’s cute as hell.
I shouldn’t be so enamored with this girl, but everything she does, everything she says, everything she is seems to affect me.
The need to satisfy her overrides my need to claim her. I pull her panties off and work a second finger into her tight channel, then use both fingers to stroke her inner wall.
She thrashes her legs, her high heels kicking my back and ribs as I make her squirm. I rise, resting my thumb over her clit and pumping the two fingers in and out while I study her face. “You gonna come on my fingers, little girl?”
She’s breathing hard, that open window on her dress showing her chest heaving. “I don’t…answer…to that.”
I find her G-spot and fuck it, my fingertips nailing it everytime I stroke in.
Her hips grind and buck beneath me.
“I don’t…Stop.”
I go still. Well, I stop finger-fucking her. I can’t prevent my thumb from lightly rubbing over her clit.
“Please.” She sounds so unlike herself, but then she’s on the edge of an orgasm. At least, I thought she was.
I slide my fingers out. “What do you need, Windows?” My voice is as rough as sandpaper.
Her lids droop. “You. I mean, not your fingers.” A blush spreads over her face and across the open window to the skin at her chest.
A smug smile twists my lips. “You want my cock, Madison?”
“Uh huh.”
I unzip my pants and fist my erection. “You say a lot of things with that sassy mouth of yours. Don’t tell me you can’t ask for what you need.”
I reach in my pocket for a condom and frown when I find none. I tossed them when I committed to keeping my hands off my sexy secretary.
She sees my frown and interprets it correctly. “It’s okay,” she calls. “I’m on the pill.”
My cock jumps in my fist. She wants me inside her, bare? My control’s about to shatter, but I force myself to check. “You’re sure.”
She nods slowly, staring at my dick. Her tongue touches her perfect lips, and my cock swells to an impossible size.
“Say it.”
Of course, my little alpha female assistant can never back down from a challenge. She pushes up on her forearms and meets my gaze squarely. “Give me. Your cock.”
I laugh. An actual laugh. I love her getting sexually aggressive with me.
“My pleasure.”
I drag the head of my cock through her juices, teasing her before I part her sweet flesh and feed her my length. She watches the place where our bodies connect, I watch her lovely face.
I’ve never been so fascinated by a female in my life. Her every expression, every nuance captivates me. I thought fucking the assistant would get her out of my system, but it seems to be the opposite. The more times I have her, the more I need her.
She’s becoming an addiction, and I’m afraid I’ll never satisfy the craving.
I’m careful, giving her time to get used to my size. I was too rough last time, and I have to remember she’s human. But as her scent curls around me, as her hot, sweet flesh engulfs my cock, I grip her thighs tighter, push in with more force.
Her soft moan of approval drives me insane. Before I know it, I’m pounding into her, shaking the desk with the force of my thrusts, making her cover her mouth to muffle her cries.
I bring my thumb back to that sensitive nubbin at the apex of her sex and give it a rough rub as I jackhammer into her.
She screams behind her palm, hips jacking up off the desk. Even though I want to go on forever like this with her, I can’t. Not when her hot flesh seizes around my cock.
I growl, eyes rolling up to my brows as my climax comes on like a bullet train. I slap against her ass with my loins driving to the finish. Heat makes me want to shred out of my suit like a werewolf caught in a shift before he can undress. I slam in deep and come, my thighs jerking against the desk, my thumb still rubbing her swollen clit. She comes some more, even harder this time, her internal muscles spasming around my dick, dragging me halfway to heaven.
I take a moment to breathe. Let the tilting floor right itself. My vision returns to normal.
I grab a couple tissues from the box on my desk and use them to clean us both.
Madison sits, a lovely flush making her skin glow.
I purposely play the part of the dick, since that’s what she seems to want. “I need the paperwork from the Adirondack purchase on my desk in five. Tell Noah I need to see him at nine thirty, and let HR know about your salary increase.”
Her eyes flick down in an uncharacteristic gesture before they return to my face. “Actually, I’ve reconsidered my salary request.” Her voice is polite and businesslike as always. “It was excessive and made in a moment of anger.”
I study her, trying to understand her change of heart on this one. I did notice she didn’t seem glad when she won the negotiation. Perhaps she doesn’t feel she truly earned it.
She slides her butt toward the edge of the desk, but I don’t move to let her hop down. “Besides, I don’t want people thinking I got it because I’m screwing the boss.”
I narrow my eyes, not liking the way this is going. “Am I paying you for sex, Madison?”
“No.” She says it so immediately that I believe her. Her flush deepens. “That’s what I mean. I don’t want it to feel that way.”
“You negotiated a salary I’m willing to pay.” I step back, so she can stand while we discuss her livelihood. “There’s no reason to back down from that.”
“No, I’m good.” She hops down and straightens her dress. “I already have that paperwork ready for you.”
Of course she does.
I walk around to sit behind my desk, glorying in the fact that it’s now covered in her scent. That she’s covered in mine.
I didn’t like that hint of defeat around her with the salary thing, though. Madison is the type of person who likes to win. For whatever reason, I enjoy watching her win, even against me. So her backing down doesn’t feel right.
But I understand her concern. Genevieve, my HR Director, would’ve shit a brick at the new salary, which is close to her own.
I pick up the office phone and call Genevieve.
She answers smoothly. “Good morning, Mr. Blackthroat. What can I do for you?”
“Send a fifty thousand dollar bonus to my assistant, Madison, payable today.”
Genevieve chokes and sputters a little. “A-absolutely, sir.”
I ordinarily wouldn’t bother to explain myself, but since Madison is sensitive to people thinking she got a raise because I got into her panties, I say, “She gave up her Thanksgiving holiday and risked her life to make sure an important deal closed, and I want her properly rewarded.”
“That’s…um. Okay. Yes, absolutely. I’m sorry I couldn’t give her your executive team’s personal phone numbers on Wednesday, but I did try to reach them personally.”
Ah. Part of me wants to rip her a new one for blocking Madison from getting things done, but Genevieve was just doing her job. Protecting the personal information of my team is important. “You did the right thing. Madison just went above and beyond.” I hang up, so I don’t have to hear whatever simpering reply she has.
Madison taps on the door and walks in with a sheaf of papers. “Here are the closing documents. Noah will be here, as requested.”
“Thank you, Madison.” Our eyes meet as I take the papers, and she sucks in a breath, as if the contact shocked her. Or maybe it was just my thanks. It’s hard not to be grateful after she just offered her hot little body up to me like that.
Even if she is a hard-to-decode human with a smart mouth and a reluctance to get personal.
Not that I was trying to get personal.
Not at all.
Our just sex arrangement is going to work out perfectly for me. My wolf will stay calm, and I won’t have to figure out what to do about her, beyond being her boss with benefits.
Even so, something about it doesn’t sit right with me. But maybe that’s just my ego. I’m used to women throwing themselves at me, trying to entrap me in a permanent relationship. Maybe my pride can’t take it when the first one I can stand for longer than one night doesn’t show any interest in snaring me.
* * *
Madi
“Goodnight, Jerry,” I call to the janitor as I leave for the day.
He’s wearing earbuds, but he must not listen to his music too loudly because he always seems to hear me. He lifts a hand. “Have a good night, Madi.”
Blackthroat offered me a ride home when he left a half an hour ago, but I refused. Things are already weird enough. I don’t need him driving me home like we’re dating.
Instead, Tony’s waiting for me when I exit the building. He smiles as I reluctantly trudge to him. It’s weird to be escorted to and from work in luxury like this, but Tony’s just trying to do his job.
I have him drop me off a block away from my apartment, so I can pick up an order of gluten free eggplant lasagna from my favorite Italian restaurant.
While I’m waiting for my food, I call Aubrey to check in. “Are you at home?”
“I get off in an hour. What’s up? How was torturing the boss?”
“Um… yeah. I slept with him again. Only there was no sleeping involved.”
“Ooh, scandalous! What was involved?”
“The surface of a very large desk.” Heat licks between my legs remembering it all. “I didn’t mean to. But he was all grumpy, and then he confessed that the dude-bros said he’s not supposed to sleep with me anymore, so I had to meet that challenge.”
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