The Boss Returns – Office Romance

 

Boss sex on desk. Office romance.

 

Don’t forget to read part 1 of this enemies to lovers work romance first, you can find it here: The Boss

Head down and keep to yourself.

It had become my mantra since word had gone around that the company owner, Mr Self-Assured, was in the building. If asked, I’d have said that I hadn’t thought of him since the day he went down on me in the boardroom, but he’d featured in every fantasy. I clenched my thighs tightly together as I attempted to force all sexual thoughts away. Still, the memories of his deep northern timbre demanding I pleasure myself for him was impossible to ignore. I couldn’t face him again. Even when I watched two people passionately kissing on television, I imagined it was his lips on mine and his hands sliding up my thighs beneath my skirt. I still wanted to punch him too.

Three times in the last fortnight, I’d been caught daydreaming in meetings and had to lie my way out of the situation. Each time, I’d been staring at the space next to the door where he’d slid two fingers inside me and demanded I come for him. When I closed my eyes, that growl replayed on a loop inside my head. For days I had to wear blouses that covered the mark he’d left on my neck, but the mark he’d left on my soul hadn’t faded as easily. Instead, the ecstasy from the orgasm was imprinted on my skin, much to my annoyance. I’d experienced nothing like it, and instead of him making good on his promise to give me another one as he bent me over his balcony, I hadn’t seen him since due to a sudden trip that kept him away from the office.

I’d become a sad stereotype or a porn website category depending on your preferences. A boss, his salesgirl and a meaningless fuck. If he’d taken anyone else from the office to such heights, then they’d kept quiet about it. Maybe that was why he had groupies in accounts. Had each woman in that team fucked him in turn before he’d gone on a “business trip”?

My inner voice annoyed me. I was bitter because of his rejection. I’d spent months fantasising about fucking him while loathing everything about him. And now, after no calls or messages, he was back in the office.

“Is he here for the away day?” I caught the whisperings from the desks behind me.

It was the company team building day. A coach would transport everyone to an outward bound centre where we’d paddleboard and tackle high ropes before getting knee walking drunk and escorted home. Inevitably half the staff would hook up before pretending they hadn’t. It led to months of speculation about who did who where. Around me, teams hollered and cheered in giddy delight.  But it was a day I dreaded. It was another day of showing no weakness and taking on every challenge so that the guys beneath me didn’t give me shit for the rest of the year. I’d be the one remaining largely sober so that I didn’t do anything I’d regret, like in my old place where I was known as the woman who photocopied her tits at the Christmas party. How was I to know I’d left a copy in a client’s folder? We got a massive sale as a result, but I was forever known as Tits McGee.

“He’s here,” Susie from accounting whispered loud enough for her team and me to hear. I gritted my teeth. Bossman should still be away. I’d checked with his assistant, and she’d insisted he had a massive situation to deal with in China. It’s what had taken him away urgently a fortnight ago and had kept him there since.

But you don’t care. I’d psyched myself to ignore him as soon as I knew he was in the building. Yet, I was still gently rocking my pelvis under my desk at the memory of having his tongue on my clit. Fucker.

“Hi, guys. How are we all doing?” His northern drawl made me lick my lips. How did he sound so fucking confident all the time when I was a ball of anger and sexual frustration?

“Neil, how’s the family?” When did he turn into Mr Jovial? He usually walked around the place with a scowl that would set your knickers on fire if he looked at them. But, instead, his chuckle set my teeth on edge. “No work talk today. It’s the away day remember? No work, just fun.”

The slow way he said fun made my skin tingle. How fucking dare he be all laughter, buddying up to the staff while I was unsuccessfully using every toy in my arsenal when alone at night? His touch had ruined me.

“I’m sure you’ll drink us all under the table,” he said to someone else in the office. It was as if each footstep made my pussy quake in anticipation. I yanked my headphones from my drawer and shoved them over my head and onto my ears, flipping the switch quickly, so it paired with my phone. Nineties pop played loudly in my ears, drowning out the charming ways he was cajoling each person in the office. I didn’t need to witness it to imagine the women drooling as he slid his shirt sleeves up and revealed his muscular forearms that could pin a woman against him. The men would be grouped around him, too, as he told amusing anecdotes with the ease of someone who could make people do what he wanted with a wink of an eye or a smile.

Maybe he wouldn’t be wearing his typical button-down shirt. It was the away day. Would he be wearing a t-shirt that clung to his broad body and jeans that hinted at a butt that I’d sell my soul to squeeze? I shook my head gently to force the images away. He didn’t get to have my fantasies anymore, not since he’d left me high and dry. You have to stay strong.

I attempted to ignore the irony of the wetness pooling in my knickers at the idea of him leaving me high and dry. I hadn’t been dry since he’d held my arms above my head and slipped his hand beneath my dress. Who was I kidding? I hadn’t been anything but soaking wet since the first day I’d spoken to him. That coarse voice, which carried enough arrogance to make my eyes roll, had infiltrated every fibre of my being and claimed it for his own. But I refused to be his plaything. He couldn’t have me again.

His musky scent crept into my body. My stomach tightened at the smell. It had to be muscle memory from hearing his voice. Breath on my neck made goose pimples prickle my arms. Fingers brushed my skin as my headphones were pushed off my head.

“Didn’t you hear me, gorgeous,” he whispered in my ear. My wetness increased, reminding me that if I weren’t careful, I would soak through the stretchy black gym leggings I’d worn for the team building. He couldn’t make me that wet, surely? “I said no work today.”

I pulled away from him as he spun my seat so I was facing him. I grabbed at my headphones as if having something to grip would protect me from the arousal that flamed when he was close. “Maybe I’m fed up of listening to the bullshit that comes out of your mouth, boss,” I replied through gritted teeth. Then, with a flick of my eyes, I looked him up and down. Jeans hung low on his waist so that if he stretched, I knew his t-shirt would climb and reveal the v of his hips. Would there be a tuft of hair there? Don’t imagine it. But I was already considering what activities would make him stretch high enough to reveal his muscles.

He shrugged and tilted his head. “That’s fair. I do speak a lot of bullshit.”

His cocky attitude snapped me out of my thoughts. I raised my eyebrows and gripped my headphones tighter. “Shouldn’t you be getting to your fan base or working the room? You do it so well, and you know you love it when people fall at your feet.” I say with a glare.

“I remember enjoying being on my knees at your feet,” he replied. He teased his upper lip with the tip of his tongue before smiling in a way that made me hate him and crave him.

Do not blush or give him the satisfaction of knowing he affects you. “Not so much that you kept your date promise, though.”

“I need to explain that-“

“Sir, will you be joining us on the coach to the outward bound centre?” one of the accounting ladies asked as she wiggled her hips and straightened her denim skirt. Who wore a tiny denim skirt on high ropes? But I couldn’t blame her. I wanted to get his attention, too, especially now he was in front of me and reminding me what it was like to have his mouth on my pussy. He barely turned away from me. “No, I’ll be driving. I’m afraid I have a bit of business I need to take care of with one of my sales team.”

He raised his eyebrow as he glanced at my breasts. That challenge made me cross my arms and legs in defiance. I swore his cock twitched as I huffed. “I believe you said no work today, Sir.” Disdain filled my last word.

“And you said you were fed up with the bullshit that came out of my mouth,” he hit back.

I closed my eyes and seethed. I hated that I still wanted him while all the while knowing he’d used me and ditched me.

“Right, everyone,” he shouted through the office with a rallying cry. “We’ve got some challenges to win and some drinks to enjoy. I shall see you all there just as soon as I go through some sales figures. The first person on the coach wins the first money bundle.”

He knew how to motivate the staff. Teams jumped up grabbed their belongings while shouting to each other. “You’re going down, nerds,” was deflected with “Just like your dad did last night, purchasing,” amongst other equally banal trash talk.

Within minutes the entire office was empty except for him and me.

“Now, about those sales figures,” he said, grabbing a chair and wheeling it over to my desk. “We need to deal with an emergency sales situation due to issues with our suppliers. We need to work out how to keep our clients in Dubai sweet while also letting them down gently. You have that relationship with them.”

“Are you serious? We’re actually talking work?”

His thigh briefly touched mine before he moved back a little giving me space. Was he sensing my hesitation?

“You know I hate to repeat myself, but this once I will; we are talking work. I like being alone with you, and if I had my way, I’d ease you over this desk, grab your hips and bury my cock inside you, but I needed to sort out what’s happening with Dubai,” he said matter of factly. The picture he’d briefly painted flashed in front of me. I licked my lips. How could he say such things so easily before moving back to work? It was as if he was talking about what cereal to have rather than having me pinned to his desk, dripping with sweat as he fucked me in the middle of the office. He continued to explain himself. “I’ve been in China for the past fortnight sorting out suppliers after two of our factories were petrol bombed. I’ve been working twenty-hour days, and I’m exhausted, but I wanted to get this problem solved so I could enjoy the day and maybe finally get back to what I was doing before I left.”

I ignored the subtext. If he was talking about doing me, he was going to be disappointed. I wasn’t that easy for him to “get back to”.

For ten minutes, we discussed the possibilities of how to smooth over the issues with our Dubai clients while ignoring the blistering sexual tension between us. When he moved his glasses up to his head in frustration, I smoothed a wave of hair behind my ear, causing him to rub his fingers subconsciously. Occasionally his cock would twitch when I leant forward in my strappy top, or my legs would tremble when we stared at my screen, and his breath heated my neck. Finally, when our thighs came into contact again, I swallowed the gasp of need but the way I gulped still caught his attention, and he let out the briefest of grunts before covering it with a clearing of his throat.

“And you’re happy to have fifty per cent next week and the rest by the end of the month?” I repeated to the client. Bossman grinned next to me as waves of stress rolled off his shoulders. It was another reminder that this powerful man was under a lot more pressure than I’d realised. “Excellent news. I shall put that in writing in an email to you now.”

I added a little laugh down the phone as my favourite purchasing officer made a joke that wasn’t funny, but it didn’t hurt to make them think they were hilarious, especially as they were doing me more of a favour than they realised. Bossman did a soundless fake laugh as he took the piss out of me.

I rolled my eyes and mouthed “fuck you” back at him.

“Yes, please,” he growled quietly, effortlessly switching from relieved to horny.

“Thank you, that’s great,” I spoke down the phone, ignoring the heat in my belly that was desperate for my attention. “Have a great day, and let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.” Even though I was speaking to my client, my gaze was locked with Bossman’s as I said it. “Bye.”

I put the phone down as Bossman whispered, “I’m pretty sure I owe you one, but I’m happy to take you up on the offer.” He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he teased. Had he slept at all over the last two weeks?

I leaned in closer, whispering in his ear so that he had a view of my chest and swollen nipples. “How about you sleep in your office for an hour while I sort out this email to the client, and then we can head to the outward bound place?” He wasn’t the only tease in the room.

He sat back in his chair and stared at me. “You’re not joking, are you? You’d do that for me when you have every right to ignore me after the last fortnight? I have an explanation for not being in contact, by the way.”

It was my turn to shrug. “You don’t have to explain right now.”

“You must know by now I’ll explain whether you want me to or not? I wanted to get in touch. I missed you and thought about you way more than I should have done, but I didn’t know how to get hold of you without the sort of consequences that could have given me a lawsuit. I didn’t know if you regretted what had happened. I crossed a line in that boardroom, and I wouldn’t have blamed you for reporting me. There was no way I could email you here or try and get your number from HR without crossing more lines. I don’t want you to sleep with me because you’re worried about your job.” His soft brown eyes implored me for understanding. I saw more sides to him than I expected

I wanted to trust him. His explanation made sense. “Not just doing the right thing but being seen to do the right thing?” I asked.

“Yes, exactly that. But I did think about you every day, every second of every day, when I wasn’t trying to deal with the petrol bomb thing,” he winced.

There was more to the story, but this wasn’t the time. “Go and sleep so I can finish sorting this out,” I replied, pointing to his office.

He gave me a half-smile. “Okay, but I did think about you-”

“Go,” I shouted.

“Fuck, woman. I thought I was the Boss, but you can do that again,” he said with a wink before striding to his office.

 

An hour later, I found him snoring as he slept across the sofa in his office. I stared at him against my better judgement before slipping the glasses off the top of his head and putting them safely on his desk. I stepped away, desperate to avoid the temptation to touch him. His chest rose and fell. Seeing his face soft and his mouth filth and insult free was unexpected. It was a new side to him, and all my questions about what was going on rose as I stared. Was this just sex between us, or had we returned to boss and subordinate? The activities at the outward bound centre would be continuing for another couple of hours, and we could join in if we left now. Still, I didn’t want to disturb him. One more glance at his worn face reminded me he was dealing with stuff I couldn’t understand, and sleep would do more for him than any team building.

“You can join me on the sofa if you want,” he mumbled with a soft yawn that made my heart flutter more than I’d admit.

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” I replied from the corner of the room.

He lifted his body to sit with his back against the sofa, his feet firmly on the floor. “You can’t disturb me, gorgeous, “ he replied with a twinkle in his eye and a smug grin across his face. I fought the temptation to test his words but was distracted when he stretched his arms up in the air and gave a massive yawn. I was proved right about his t-shirt. With his arms high in the air, he revealed the ripples of his belly muscles. A smattering of hair that led beneath his jeans cried out for my touch, but what if I started something I couldn’t finish?

“We’ve got the whole office to ourselves and nowhere to be.” Then, with his elbow resting on the arm of the sofa, he tilted his head and lent on his knuckles. Fuck, those knuckles had reached into my fantasies for the past fortnight. No guy had rubbed my crotch like that before. The sensations had opened a need to be fucked hard. Could I ask him to rub them against me again without sounding desperate?

“I think we’ve got somewhere to be. Remember? They’re waiting for us at the outward bound place?” I crossed my arms over my chest again, drawing his eyes. Had I done that on purpose? Then, with heavy-lidded eyes, he slowly took my body in. The desire clouding his gaze as it climbed my body left me wanting. It was as if I was naked for him.

“We’ve got time.” His voice was low and thrummed through my body.

“What if I don’t want to do anything?” I replied sassily. “What if last time was a blip and I’m dating someone now or wanting something you can’t give me?”

He held his hands out flat, palms upwards, in surrender. “Then we get into my car and head to the forest where we can meet everyone else. No pressure and no expectation. Whatever you want. I want you again. I’m pretty sure I was dreaming about you and me on a beach. I was sliding my hands under your dress as you demanded I fuck you with everything I had. But I’m good with whatever you want.”

I wanted that too. Turmoil unravelled in my stomach. As much as I craved him, I was scared of being vulnerable again. He’d left before without a goodbye, and now was he back because he wanted something? What would stop him from repeating what had happened before? I dropped my gaze, unable to look at him as I opened up to him. “I don’t know if I can trust you again after last time. It was good, but a part of me felt used when what I needed was control. I know what you’ve said, but yeah, I don’t know.”

“Then use me,” he growled. I suddenly looked into his eyes. Was he serious? “Use me however you want.”

I wetted my lips. My legs refused to move even as he hooked his finger and beckoned me closer. Heat climbed through my limbs. He opened his legs wider. “It won’t end like last time. I’m not going anywhere. We’ll have our date. I still have a promise to keep about a balcony if you want it. But first, use me.”

The nights of yearning for his touch overwhelmed reason, and I walked closer, kicking off my trainers. Standing between his thighs, I leant in, grabbing his face between my hands. My fingers were delicate against the stubble on his cheeks. But there was nothing gentle about the way his mouth opened to me. I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth before meeting his tongue with mine. Heat fused with need, and his hands fisted in my hair, pulling the elastic of my ponytail free. His tongue massaged mine as he pulled me into him. I reached down and rubbed his hardening cock through his jeans. It juddered against my hand as he tried to pull my top up and over my head. We were a mess of limbs and lips. Arousal scorched us as we panted against each other, and his musk burned the back of my throat, sealing him to me.

I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted more, but I also wanted control. How could I take from him all I wanted?

“Wait,” I said, pulling back. His eyes were darker now as I arched my back and owned the curves I’d revealed in my bra and leggings. His hands reached out, but I swatted them away as I turned to face the wall before sliding my leggings over my bum and slowly down my thighs and off. Then, with a glance over my shoulder, I revelled in the enamoured way he watched me.

He rubbed his cock through his jeans as I wiggled my bum for him. “You don’t get to touch your dick yet. Only when I say.” His whole body shivered as he rested his hands on his thighs. I had this powerful man to do my bidding, and I intended to make the most of it.

“You gonna fight me for it, sweetness?”

I smiled before flicking the clasp on my bra and letting the straps slip down and off. Then, still facing the wall, I continued to stare over my shoulder at him. He waited with bated breath. During our moment in the boardroom, he hadn’t seen me naked like I was about to be for him.

“Show me,” he requested as I continued to wait. I wanted him to beg. I enjoyed hearing the man who controlled a massive company and influenced powerful leaders into doing what he wanted, submitting to me as he pleaded for my body.

“What’s the magic word?” I asked before biting my lip in a way he couldn’t resist. His groan was my reward.

“Please, show me. I need you.” Desperation clouded his voice, and I bent over and slipped my knickers off with a smile. I sat on his lap, my breasts in my hands and ground myself against him. He was rock hard beneath me. His kisses covered my neck, and one hand trailed down my side before reaching my swollen clit. His groans vibrated his body against me as his finger quickly coated in my wetness, ran circles around my clit. Sensations I’d Ionged for made me writhe against him as my arousal climbed higher. I buckled against his hard body as I moaned in his ear. “Fucking hell, I want you so much.”

But before I could get my release, I turned and straddled him. “Play with me,” I growled into his ear. The depth of need in my voice surprising me.

His finger slipped quickly inside, and I rode his hand as his thumb pleasured my clit. My nipples rubbed against his t-shirt, adding to the orgasmic flush rising through me. One of his hands was at my pussy while the other pressed the back of my head to his. We made out like horny co-workers at the Christmas party. Anyone could find us if they came to the office, but instead of holding back, I thrust against his hand. “Use me, gorgeous,” he begged between kisses.

I cried out as he kissed and sucked at my neck. Our breaths, a mixture of panting and heat, filled my core. My climax, a result of too many nights spent wanting, climbed quickly, but before I let it take me, I made one more demand. “Fuck me, Boss.”

“But-”

“Fuck me in your office,” I demanded as I reached for the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. His body was glorious. It was hard in all the right places with dark hair across his chest. I barely had the chance to sprinkle kisses on his muscles before unsnapping his belt and pulling down his zipper. His cock sprung free, and I wrapped my hand around it. I ran my palm up and down his thick length as it swelled against me.

“Baby, you can’t do that for too long. I want to be inside you.” His deep voice penetrated my body.

“Baby?” I whispered.

“Cheesy, but I went with it. Was it too-”

“It will do,” I said with a grin before stepping away from him. I found the condom I’d hid underneath the plant pot earlier in the week when hoping for this moment. I cut him off before he could make a smart-arsed quip. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

“Yes, boss,” he cheeked with a salute. “So much sass.”

A smile conquered my mouth as I sat on the edge of his desk and beckoned him forward with a crooked finger. He pushed his jeans down and kicked them off with his trainers before rushing toward me so quickly he nearly barrelled me over. He bent down and licked my nipple as he rubbed a finger over the other one. I pushed my pelvis forward as my body quivered against his touch. I had so much I wanted to do with him, but there was one fantasy I was yet to live out.

“Wait,” I shouted, stopping him in his tracks. “I want to do what you said earlier.”

His furrowed brow made me smile, and as I shoved him off, I turned and bent over his desk.

“Fucking hell,” he growled as he gave my ass a quick slap. He stroked himself as he watched me. His hungry gaze was taking me all. He tore the condom wrapper with his teeth before sliding the condom over his cock and down.

The anticipation held me fixed in awe of what was about to happen. I gripped the edge of the desk tightly as I prepared myself for him. Heat owned my body. Had I built it up too much?

As if he heard my thoughts, he stepped forward and grabbed my hip while rubbing his erection against me and positioning himself. “Are you ready for me?” He growled, his deep timbre making me whimper nearly as much as the hope for mind-blowing pleasure. He slid his cock inside me and filled me quickly. His hands pinched at my hips as he waited. My body shook, but I refused to beg for him. Our moment was as much a battle of wills as need.

As if he accepted I would never plead with him, he slowly eased out before tightening his grip on my hip and thrusting back inside me. Again he pulled out before pushing back with more power than before. My eyes rolled around in my head, and I screamed his name as he fucked me harder than I’d had in years.

All the nights spent imagining it was his fingers inside me had been nothing compared to this. His sweaty naked skin hit mine with force as he got deeper each time. The wood of the desk was cold and hard against my body. I rose on my toes as I willed him to go deeper.

“I could do this all fucking day. I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured between groans.

The force of pressure built higher as I reached for my clit to send my pleasure soaring, but he slapped my hand away. His body bent over mine as he rubbed for my clit, already swollen from the coarseness of his fingers.

He continued to push himself deeper inside me, making me cry out as he licked and sucked at my skin. My hands were flat against the desk as I matched his rhythm with my own. I pushed back to meet him harder, and his skin slapped against mine as the smell of sex filled the air.

I was dizzy from all the sound of blood rushing in my ears. His hand moved from my hip to my front, and he pulled me up and against his torso as he continued to rub my clit. He growled something about my tits as his hand squeezed my breast. My hunger for orgasm overwhelmed me.

“I need more,” I cried out breathlessly.

His teeth scraped my ear before his lips caressed my neck. Finally, when I wasn’t sure I could take anymore, he thrust into me so hard that light exploded behind my eyes, and I screamed his name as my climax erupted. My body shuddered with him still deep inside me, forcing his orgasm. We shook violently against each other. I turned my head and managed to kiss him as he came inside me. His tongue was in my mouth as I clung to him.

Sweat rolled down my body as he gripped me tightly. My legs were giving way, but he wasn’t letting me go. We collapsed together on top of the desk as our orgasm ebbed. His hair bristled my back as he held me to his broad body, but it was the emotional closeness that surprised me.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered in my ear.

“My pleasure, Boss,” I managed between gasps of air. I knew as I left the office that my skin would carry his scent. I gave a slight smile at the thought.

As my heartbeat returned to something vaguely normal, I asked the question that scared me. “So what now? Do we head to the outward bound place?”

He chuckled in what sounded like surprise. “I thought you might demand I pleasure you again. Maybe in my car with my finger this time.” I shivered in surprise. I wanted his fingers inside me already. “In about an hour, the team will all be drunk and they won’t care that we’re not there. I’ve put a thousand quid behind the bar. I’m going to take you on the date I promised and then the balcony if you’ve still got the energy.”

I had more than enough energy. “But what if something comes up. You’re a busy guy.”

“If I can work out how, then I’m turning my phone off,” he said before pulling me up and turning me around. I wrapped my legs around him as he spoke between kisses. The skin of his thighs was hot between my legs.

“What do you mean if you can work out how? You own several massively successful companies,” I asked as I ran my nails up and down his back.

He shrugged. “I’ve not turned a phone off in three years.”

I licked his upper lip before kissing him softly. I had no idea what was happening between us, but I couldn’t get enough of him and didn’t want it to stop.

Office sex

 

Working It – A New Erotic Anthology

A New Erotic Anthology

working it anthologyI have a new story featured in an anthology. Working It is a collection of sixteen stories that explore sex in the working world. Everybody’s working it, grinding away at the nine to five, when all we really want to do is escape to take a hot tumble on the boss’s desk. Let this sexy collection whisk you away from the office. Will you succumb to the casual charm of your new client, tip over the edge for your warehouse trainee, or get a long-thought of revenge on the supervisor making your life hell? White collar. Blue collar. It doesn’t matter what collar you’re wearing once the shirts come off. Leave the office behind with Working It.

Published by SinCyr Publishing, edited and launched by Harley Easton and CM Peters.

I’ve worked in a variety of places, some dull and some full of rumours about who is doing who on what desk. I’m fascinated by the dynamics of the boss/subordinate relationships and the gossip that surrounded the little flirty advances in the workplace. The first day after the debauched Christmas party was always a fun one!

Power Play

My story for this anthology is called Power Play. It taps into the excitement that can occur in the office at night.

What would you do if you had no supervision and a need to work out your sexual needs?

ghosted eroticPower Play focuses around an established married couple who can’t find the time to enjoy each other the way they want to. We’ve all heard people joke that couples with kids don’t have sex, which I know isn’t true but having children means you might have different constraints to your sex life than you had before. Most of the stories I’ve read online that feature couples are usually about affairs or break-ups.

I wanted to tell a different side.

So we have a married couple and an office at night. What could go wrong? I couldn’t write a story about the office without including a hideous boss. Most of us have had a boss we didn’t like, for whatever reason. The boss in Power Play may not be exactly like one you’ve had but some aspects may be familiar. The ones in my life sometimes got their comeuppance but I can’t promise the same for the one in this story.

To find out more about Power Play you’ll have to read it. You can buy it here.

But before you go here is a little treat.

An excerpt from Power Play

Picking up the phone, she returned the sentiment with a wave as the only voice that could turn her grimace into a smile trickled into her ears. “Hey, honey.”

They weren’t always a passionate couple; sometimes the way Simon picked at his fingers made her want to tie his hands together while she pushed him out of bed. But no one could reach inside her stomach and drop it from the highest height with a few whispered words like he could. It made her change of plans more difficult to share. She fluffed the paper of her notebook unsure how to start.

“I hope those are the sounds of you packing up. The table is booked for 7.30pm and I can’t wait to watch you get ready. You know that’s one of my favorite parts of a night out with you. It never fails to remind me how lucky I am to be your husband.”

She smiled at the sweetness of his words but the smile quickly turned into a sad squeeze of her lips. “I love that too,” she replied wistfully.

“What’s wrong?” Simon asked but she knew he’d know. It was the same thing that was always wrong these days. “What’s the witch done now?”

“I can’t go out tonight. She’s given me the end of quarter figures to complete. I’m not going to be home for at least another four hours,” she replied, absentmindedly thumbing the stack of papers in front of her.

“Then I’ll bring dinner to you. The kids are at your sister’s, we might as well spend the evening together, even if I have to come back into work.”

“But with you here, I won’t get anything done. Have a night to yourself, you don’t get one often. Enjoy the opportunity to chill out.” The sighing response made her despondency acuter.

“I had plans for you tonight,” his voice had dropped to nearly a growl. It was his tell-tale sexual timbre. It was for the best he wasn’t coming anywhere near the office; she wouldn’t be able to resist him. “I could still fulfill those plans with you at the office.”

A flush slowly crept up her body. It filled her limbs, even the tips of her fingers felt the first sparks of arousal. How could the suggestion of office fun be such an instant aphrodisiac?

Other Stories

To take a look at my other books please go to the Books section of my website here. It includes a short story that was inspired by one of my previous workplaces. Check out Work for Me for another office based encounter. It begins with a sexy young carpenter one alcohol fuelled night.