Page 122 of Hate You Up Close

“Yes, I’m fucking sure,” he growls, sliding his hand beneath my loose dress and cupping my breast.

Being an only child, I’ve watched a lot of television in my lifetime. Every time I would watch a rom-com with a sexy office scene, I would think to myself,“Is this real? Do people really get it on in an office? No sane person would seriously risk their job like that, would they?”

Who would have thought that I would be the one answering my own questions because here I am, about to fuck my boss on his desk.

And for some twisted reason, the thought of someone walking in and catching us thrills me. The forbidden idea of doing something so dirty and reckless with our co-workers on the other side of the door has heat flooding to my core.

Elliot bites down on my bottom lip as I reach for his waist and unbutton his slacks. My cheeks heat when I see the swollen tip of his cock peeking out from the hem of his boxers. A bead of pre-cum seeps from the slit, making me want to lick the shiny tip. His hips jerk when I swipe my forefinger through the stickiness.

“Oh fuck,” he groans as I stare at him and suck my finger into my mouth.

A sexy smirk stretches across my lips as I continue my onslaught, dipping my fingers into the elastic band of his boxers before pulling down his pants and underwear in one tug. His heavy dick bobs against his stomach, the tip crimson and weeping for release. The thick vein running up the center throbs, beating in tandem with my heart.

I hold his stare, licking my lips as I wrap my fingers around his length. His body tenses as I pump him from root to tip, rubbing my palm across the soft head to coat my skin with his slick. He’s pulsing in my hand, his cock feeling warm, thick, and velvety beneath my fingers. He thrusts his hips, lowering his eyes as he watches himself fuck my hand.

“I love your dick,” I rasp, rubbing him faster. “I love the way it fits inside of me, like it was made just for me.”

“Christ,” he pants, his jaw flexing as he reaches for my hips. “I need to be inside of you.Now.”

Seconds before his hands reach my panties, a loud knock sounds from the door.

My heart drops to my ass as we halt our movements.

“Fuck,” Elliot curses, his body going rigid. “I can’t catch a fucking break.”

I release my grip on his cock, quickly sliding off the desk and pulling down the sides of my dress.

Another firm knock comes from the door. I look down at my aroused body, my nipples fully erect and my skin flushed. I lift my gaze to Elliot to find his pants still around his thighs, his hard dick bobbing against his shirt.

No one can see us like this. Even with all of our clothes on, what’s going on in here is too obvious.

“Shit,” I panic, running a hand through my hair. “What do we do, Elliot?” I realize that there’s nowhere for me to go except through Elliot’s door.

“Lower your voice,” he hisses, placing a fingerto his lips. “Just calm down. It’s fine. They’ll go away. Just give it a minute or so.”

I nod, closing my eyes as I try to take calming, deep breaths.

Elliot tucks himself back into his boxers and brushes his fingers through his wild hair, trying to tame it.

What if they don’t leave?

“Elliot!” A baritone voice bellows from behind the door. “It’s Zion. I saw that your calendar opened up. Let me in, asshole.”

Yeah, he’s definitely not going to leave. I barely know Zion, but I know him well enough to know that he loves fucking with Elliot when he gets the chance.

“Shit,” Elliot curses through gritted teeth. “Did I lock the door? Do you remember if I locked the door?”

“No,” I shake my head. “I have no idea.”

“Alright,” Zion shouts, sighing heavily. “I’m coming in!”

“Fuck,” Elliot hisses. “Get under my desk and don’t make a sound.”

“What?” I gasp, fear tightening my stomach.

“Hide under my desk, Roxanne,” he commands. “Unless you want to explain to Zion that you’re my assistantandfuck buddy–”

A creak sounds as the doorknob twists, our last warning that Zion is coming in whether we like it or not.