Page 133 of One Bad Idea

I wasn't even sure how he did it – timed the motion of his finger and tongue and lips so perfectly in tune with what I wanted – or rather, what I hadn't even realized I wanted.

Already, I was the feeling the pressure building deep inside me. I should've felt self-conscious. He was still my boss, and technically, we were at work, even if itwasafter hours.

My hands were behind me, with my palms pressed flat against the desk. Otherwise, I might've simply toppled over from raw excitement. Heaven knows, my stomach muscles wouldn't be keeping me upright, not with him turning my whole body to jelly.

And yet, I was so desperate to touch him. Keeping my left hand in place, I lifted my right hand and reached out in his direction. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, letting it sift through my fingertips as he continued to drive me absolutely crazy with his mouth and tongue.

It was like he knew my body almost better than I did. And even in my addled state, I had to admit that he was right.It wasn't bragging when you delivered.

And boy, did he deliver.Almost before I knew it, my stomach muscles contracted, and I couldn't stop the waves of pleasure washing over me, even if I wanted to, which I totally didn't. As I shuddered my release, he didn't stop. Instead, he kept on going, teasing and coaxing more shudders out of me as I whimpered and ground against his face.

It was almost too much, and yet I loved every moment of it. Already, I felt almost too breathless and dizzy to stay upright, and I had to wonder if this was all just a dream.

If it was, it was very, very good.

When he pulled back, I gazed down at him and murmured, "You didn't have to do that."

He smiled. "Yeah. I did."

With a smile of my own, I asked, "Why?"

"Because I wanted to." He stood and gazed down at me. In a low voice, he said, "Andbecause I want you to be ready."

"For what?" And then, I gave a nervous laugh. "Oh. Never mind. Stupid question."

But was it any wonder?In truth, I was almost surprised that I could speak at all.

Even so, it suddenly struck me that both of us were still fully clothed. Cripes, I was still wearing my panties, even if theywereslick and soaked with the product of my desire.

I was ready and then some – and beyond eager. I pushed myself forward and reached for the button of his jeans. A few fumbling motions later, I had his pants open, and his erection in my hand. He was massively hard and even larger than I'd realized.

I felt myself swallow. Maybe itwasa good thing I was so ready.

I encircled his length and smiled as it pulsed in my hand. I looked up to meet his eyes and was surprised to see him gazing at me with a look that I couldn’t quite decipher.

He looked almost like a guy in love – but of course, that was beyond crazy. He didn't love anyone, and besides, this was just a one-time thing.

I looked back to his erection and felt my tongue brush against my lips. I knew I'd never be able to takeallof him into my mouth, but I wassotempted to try.

I made a move to get off the desk. But he stopped me saying, "Don't move."

"Why not?"

"Because," he said, "remember what I told you?"

He'd told so many things that I had no idea what he meant. I shook my head. "Actually, I'm not sure."

He smiled. "Isaid, I was gonna fuck you on the desk." He made a show of looking down. "And look, there you are."

My pulse quickened.Yes. Here I was.

And therehewas, so achingly close. Even now, my hand was tight around him, stroking him, feeling him, and anticipating how he'd feel inside me.

Oh, boy.

Suddenly, I couldn't wait another moment. With my free hand, I tugged at his jeans, shoving them further down. But my panties – they were still on. I didn't want to move, but I didn't want them between us either.

I murmured, "A knife."