Page 77 of Miss Typed

I turned on my heel, not bothering to look back. Could he still throw me under the bus? Absolutely. Would he? Nope. Pussy Tom would find a way for me to keep my job so he could keep his secret. My adrenaline was higher than I think it had ever been.

As I walked down the hall, I didn’t see Aiden. But then he appeared out of nowhere when I pressed the up button for the elevator.

His eyes locked on mine, showing a myriad of emotions all bottled up behind them. But we didn’t speak. Not until the elevator doors closed.

“I did it,” I whisper screamed, filled with a mix of adrenaline and joy.

His smile was huge, making me wish we weren’t in an elevator. Suddenly I was fantasizing about things not suitable for work. It seemed like Aiden’s mood suddenly shifted, too. We stood there staring at one another until the bing of the elevator let us know we’d reached our floor.

I was about to step off when Aiden leaned down to whisper in my ear. “In my office. Now.”

Damn. My entire body shivered. My inner tiger was roaring, a beast not to be confused with the pussy I’d recently been. The blood in my ears roared as I followed him into his office.

The door was barely shut before he was on me. His kiss was urgent, a clashing of lips, teeth, and tongue. “Get on my desk.”

I didn’t hesitate to walk over and hop onto the wooden surface. From there I watched him flip his lock and then stalk towards me.

His hands framed my face before his lips crashed down on mine. Jesus, I could get lost in his kiss. So much so, I barely noticed he’d reached under my skirt to remove my panties. But instead of feeling them shimmy down my legs, I heard the distinct sound of material ripping.

My gasp filled the room. Seeing this carnal side of him was making me frantic with need. But my fingers weren’t working quick enough to undo his belt.

“Let me get it,” he said. “Scoot to the edge and hitch up your skirt.”

I did as he instructed, watching him make quick work of his belt and zipper. He pulled down his boxers enough to give me what I craved. My hand snaked out to grip him tight.

“Fuck. I don’t have a condom,” he cursed.

“I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”

His ice-blue gaze penetrated mine. “I’m clean, too. You’re sure?”

“Yes. I want you now, bare, inside of me.”

He scooted me toward him while lining his cock up with my opening. In one thrust, he pushed deep inside of me. We both released simultaneous groans of pleasure.

“Shh,” I whispered, pulling his head down so I could take his lips again. I could practically feel him getting harder inside of me.

“You’re so wet.”

“I blame your sexy grin from the elevator. God, I need you to move.”

He sucked on my lower lip. “Tell me how. Tell me how you need it.”

“I need you to fuck me hard and fast on your desk.”

His nostrils flared at my dirty words, his hands gripping my hips and holding me while he pulled out and thrust back in.

A moan ripped from my throat when his strokes found the perfect rhythm.

“Shh,” he cautioned with a grin, pumping harder, pushing faster, driving in a rhythm I didn’t know was humanly possible. “Touch yourself. Rub your clit and make yourself come.”

My hand reached between my legs, my fingers dipping down, finding my wetness and circling, faster and faster. My muscles were tight. My climax building. My breath stuttered. “Oh God, oh God,” I chanted trying to keep it down to a whisper. Trying to prepare myself for the rush.

“Good girl. Let me feel it.”

My vision went blurry, my mind went blank, and my pussy tightened around him like a vise grip. My orgasm tore through my body with force, leaving me breathless.

His teeth and lips scraped down the curve of my neck while his hands gripped my ass, pulling me in for one last thrust during which he emptied himself deep inside of me.