Dirty Deeds (An Office Romance #2) Read online

  “Well I guess we better go have a talk with Mr. Nelson, then huh?” The tone of Caroline’s voice said she was about to fuck shit up. She adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose and headed from the break room and straight towards the double glass doors of his office. I followed a few steps behind her as sweat started to form against my palms. The thought of being in that man's presence again was a making me feel dizzy. Yeah, he was kind of a dick to Caroline on the phone but even I wasn’t immune to his handsome charm and bad boy ways. I had read all about the bad boy Billionaire in Cosmo Magazine. Sadie had pointed it out to me when she found out from Cameron who I would be working for.

  “Fuck yes!” A primal growl erupted from deep inside Ryan’s office. Caroline and I pushed through the frosted glass doors of his office just as we heard it. A shriek of terror filled the room and before I could ask Caroline what was wrong, my eyes landed on Ryan. From what I could see, his expensive dress pants were bunched around his ankles, his thick cock was fisted in his right hand, and a look of pure blissful pleasure resonated through his features.

  I knew I needed to look away but I couldn’t. I just could not force myself to unglue my eyes from his massive, hard cock. Without warning, my nipples hardened and I felt my tongue slip out to wet my lips. Was it hot in here or just me? The temperature seemed to rise with each breath I took. I'm surprised Caroline's glasses aren't all fogged up from the heat in this room right now.

  My eyes refused to move even as Caroline swore under her breath and Ryan grabbed his pants in a haste to pull them up over his cock. It was too late though, the damage was done. My pussy clenched as if on cue, begging me to react to the image that had been placed before me.

  “Get out! Get the fuck out.” Ryan roared, the blissful pleasure that consumed him just moments ago was gone and in its place came monsterous rage. I blinked away the image in my head of him fucking me from behind against his desk as he screamed at us both.

  “Sir… I’m… I’m so sorry…” Caroline stumbled over her words, her lips trembling as she spoke tears forming in her eyes. I looked between the two of them and then back to Ryan. This was seriously fucked up.

  “What the fuck?” The words slipped from my lips without a single thought. I did not think about the repercussions my words may bring. Not when my new boss was just stroking his cock a few feet away from his employees.

  “Excuse me?” Ryan’s voice turned menacing, and honestly it should have scared me, it should’ve made me run for the hills. But when a man like this has been caught with his dick in his hand, something told me I had nothing to be afraid of.

  “You heard me, what the fuck!?” I was flabbergasted by this man, totally out of my element, and at the same time completely turned on. His rage was festering, his cheeks growing redder with every passing second.

  “Caroline, please see yourself out.” Ryan ordered. Fear crept up my spine, oh shit...now I did it. I shoved it away though, I wasn’t about to show fear to this man. Not when I now had the upper hand.

  Caroline looked to me and then back at Ryan, my guess was that she was trying to decide if it was safe to leave me alone with this angry man or not. In the end she must have decided it was. Without a word she slipped out the door we just barged through, leaving me alone with my new boss and his hard cock.

  The second Caroline was out of the room, door firmly closed, Ryan was on me like a hawk claiming it’s prey and I was going to be trapped against the wall. Instinctively I took a step back, trying to figure out what I had gotten myself into and how to quickly get out of it.

  This entire day has been a mistake. I should of never confided in Sadie. Think Chloe, think!!

  “This is your fault!” He growled between clenched teeth, one hand holding his pants up while the other landed against the wall behind me. I should have been scared, but instead I was angry. Hell I could say even livid, that this man was blaming me for getting caught beating off. Like I controlled his cock or something. It wasn't my hand firmly wrapped around his length when we walked in.

  “No. It’s yours.” I shoved one of my fingers firmly against his strong, broad, sexy as hell chest. The action though simple, seemed to be the one thing that pushed him over the edge. There was a lustful look in his eyes, and before I could even utter another word, his lips were slamming against mine with so much intensity I was sure we were going to break through the wall and expose ourselves to the rest of the staff.

  “Those feisty fucking lips of yours, taste just as good as I imagined they would.” His voice vibrated through me and my pussy contracted involuntarily, waiting to be taken by this beast of a man.

  Holy fuck...was I really that turned on by this asshole? Enough that I would let him take me on his desk or better yet against the wall?

  “Don’t kiss me again!” I swiped my hand over my lips catching the amusement in his eyes as I did so. Who did this fucker think he was, kissing me like that? God of all the vagina in the nation? Please...

  “You liked it, I can tell. I bet if I slipped a finger deep inside that cunt of yours I would find that you were drenched for me and from nothing more than a simple kiss.” He quipped. A smile lingered on his lips that made my heart thump loudly in my chest. God those dirty words coming from his mouth made me even wetter. He was right about one thing, my panties were soaked but it wasn’t the kiss that did it for me. No, it was watching him stroke himself off. Watching him get caught in the act. Seeing him pleasure himself like that.

  It didn’t matter though, not that he made my heart race or my blood pressure rise with just one look. It didn’t matter that he made me so wet without even touching me. No. All that mattered was that he kissed me, and as far as he would ever know, I didn’t want him to.

  “You’re disgusting.” I spat the words at him. He leaned into my face, his lips mere inches from mine. I could smell his expensive cologne in the air and feel his hot breath against my cheek. God, why did he have to smell so fucking good? Look so good? Hell even his lips felt good covering mine, even if it was just for a second. A second I would think about for a lifetime.

  “Keep pretending that you don’t want me as much as I want you. You might be able to fool yourself but you can’t fool me. I saw the look you had in your eyes earlier. The lustful stare…” A blush crept up my face and focused on my cheeks. “Since the second you walked into this office, with your perky tits and red hot lips, my fucking cock has been stiffer than ever. The thought of bending you over my desk, your full round ass up in the air, while your pussy is wet and glistening just for me, begging for me to take you….” Omg...I can feel my face getting hot, my breathing getting heavy just by picturing what he’s describing. The achy need between my legs is getting stronger but I know I need to keep my cool and ignore it. I can’t let him see how much his words are affecting me.

  “You were jacking off because of me?” I couldn’t hide the astonishment from my voice as the truth finally dawned on me. This man was more fucked up than I had originally thought. And for some twisted, fucking reason that turned me on even more. Knowing that he was thinking about me while stroking himself, dear Lord.

  “Not because of you sweetheart, but because I want you and I know I can’t have you. ” He traced my bottom lip with one of his fingers and then released the hold he had on his pants with the other. I could feel the hard bulge of his erection against my torso as he loomed above me. He had to be close to six foot two or taller.

  On a whim I said something I probably shouldn’t have. “What… What would you say if you could have me though?” Anxiety filled my stomach as the butterflies began to flutter. Why in the name of hell did I just allow that question to slip from my lips? I should be bolting out the door, not asking him if he wanted to screw me.

  He lifted an eyebrow up at me in questioning. I wondered what was going through his mind as I took notice of the deep brown color of his eyes. The color alone, reminded me of rich Columbian coffee beans. I figured since I was already eyeing him up, I'd allo
wed my eyes to roam across his other facial features. This time really seeing him for more than just a man stroking his cock at the image of me bending over his desk.

  The man was a God, and no...not just because GQ Magazine said so. He had well defined cheekbones, hair you just wanted to run your fingers through and his nose wasn’t straight but had the slightest hook to it which made him even more attractive. As my eyes made their descent lower, I took notice of his sharp chin and concrete jaw line. He was chiseled from stone.

  “Admiring the God before you, huh?” His deep voice ripped through me bringing me back to reality. This entire scenario was fucked up at best, yet after the week I already had, it was starting to seem like my normal.

  Losing your job, low on funds and one foot already out the door of your apartment all in one week. Yeah, I had a bad case of luck.

  “You're not full of yourself or anything…” Sarcasm laced my words and an impish grin formed on his face.

  “Would you not be full of yourself, too if you had a face, body and cock like mine? And a woman like yourself standing in front of you?” He angled his hips down towards my pussy and the air around me sparked. I could feel the electric charge in it, and I desperately wanted to reach out and feel it. Would I get zapped, or would I enjoy the tiny shocks and jolts of energy?

  “I need this job…obviously...” I wasn’t sure why I said the words out loud but I knew I needed to make them clear. Ryan didn’t seem phased by what I had said though. Instead his hand drifted from the side of my face and down my arm, stopping once he got to the hem of my dress.

  Oh, fuck me.....

  He’s so close to my pussy that I can almost feel the heat of his touch against my core. A shiver made its way down my spine and goosebumps erupted across my skin, it wasn't because I was cold. It was due to the fact that I’m completely turned on by this gorgeous man.

  “The jobs yours...but only if you can work under me. Figuratively….” One of his fingers trailed along the top of my lace thong, right over my clit. Every movement of his finger set my body ablaze. “And literally…”

  His nail scrapped against the delicate lace harshly and my knees buckled beneath me. Ryan leaned into me, his head against my shoulder where he placed a soft kiss against the exposed skin.

  With this kiss, I could feel his every frustration and desire for me as his body shook with need. He was holding back and letting me choose the pace.

  Never in a million years would I have thought I'd be allowing my boss to get in my panties. I wasn't one of those girls who would have relationships with co-workers and most certainly never my boss, but sometimes things change. I worked hard to justify my corporate ladder moves. But sometimes new paths are meant to be made and rules simply put in place to be broken.

  “Oh fuck…” Ryan hissed in my ear as he pushed my panties to the side and slipped a finger into my warm cunt. My entire body buckled as he did so. It felt so wrong, yet so right to let him do this, right here, right now and I couldn’t stop him. Hell, I don't want him to stop. The pleasure and need was far stronger than any fear of being caught. Plus it's been awhile for me so I know I'm not going to be able to stop myself.

  “Please…” I begged, wanting him to strip me bare and fuck me like a wild animal on his desk. Every cell in my body was on edge because of this man and the things that I knew only he could do. The way he possessed my body and mind with just one finger had my imagination in overdrive, wondering what he could do with his cock.

  “Will you let me fuck you…?” He asked, a dark look in his eyes. I swallowed past the apprehension in my throat, and nodded my head yes. His fingers found my chin in an instant and forced my eyes upwards meeting his with a hard lust filled stare.

  “Use your fucking words, Chloe. Do you want me to fuck you?” The brashness of his voice just turned me on more, like he couldn’t wait any longer than I could. As if all the patience he had for me had dissolved the moment he felt my warm pussy.

  “Yes, Ryan. Yes. I want you to fuck me.” It was with that statement that everything changed. I went from being against the wall to being bent over the huge mahogany desk across the room. Not just any desk, HIS desk.

  The action itself wasn’t like in the movies, he didn’t sweep his arm across the desk, throwing everything to the floor in one swift movement. No, instead he just set me in front of the desk and bent me over. His hand pressed firmly against my lower back while I tried to stand on my tip toes to give him a glorious view of my pussy.

  Time stood still for merely a second and then Ryan was on me, his hands grasping at my dress harshly, so hard I was afraid he might rip it. Instead he grabbed the fabric and shoved it up over my ass. Cold air fell against my bare skin causing a shiver to run down my spine.

  “You’re drenched... “ His husky voice was filled with so much desire and lust that I was certain he was going to take me at any second, and I was ready, more than fucking ready. He fingered me through my panties, causing the air in my chest to stall. Oh how my pussy throbbed, begging to be fucked by Ryan Nelson. Would he be as good as the magazines claimed?

  “Only for you, Mr. Nelson.” I purred over my shoulder meeting his rich brown eyes in a heated stare. His tongue slipped out over his lips and he looked like he was ready to devour me.

  “I promise next time I’ll take my time with you but right now I can’t. I want you too badly, so grab ahold of something and hold on, because I’m about to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me in the back of your throat.” My lips parted and a sigh slipped through them just as he shoved my lace thong to the side and slammed into me, all the way to the hilt, his balls slapped against my clit loudly. I could feel nothing but delicious fullness as he pulled all the way out, only to slam back into me with much more intensity than before.

  “Fuuuuccckkkk….” I barely got the word out as my nails dug into the edge of the desk beneath my hands. Ryan was in me, on me, and in every single beat of my heart. I didn’t know the man from Adam but I wanted to, God did I ever.

  “Have you been a bad girl, Chloe?” Ryan questioned his voice turning dirty. Before I could answer he had his hand in my hair fisting my strawberry blonde ponytail tightly. Every time his cock entered me, he would tug my hair just a little bit causing sharp stings of pleasure and pain to coat my insides.

  “Very bad.” I answered him, trying to push back against his cock. Wanting more, so much fucking more. He rewarded me with a sharp slap to the ass. The sear of pain against my skin radiated through me and mixed with the euphoric pleasure that filled my womb.

  “Oh no you don’t…” Ryan teased, pulling his cock all the way out, and placing just the head at the entrance of my pussy. A whimper left my lips as my eyes darted over my shoulder begging him for more with nothing but a single, smoldering look.

  “Please… I promise I’ll be good.” I lied, knowing that would never be possible. Good girls don't do these kind of things. A chuckle erupted from his chest and before I could react to the noise he was inside of me again, his hand weaving around to the front of me and into my panties where he honed in on my clit. His fingers were merciless against the tiny bud. The steady rhythm of his fingers as it worked around my clit and the deep strokes of his massive cock was almost too much to take.

  I could feel the friction between our bodies growing with every thrust deeper inside my wetness.

  “Cum all over my cock, Chloe. I want to feel your tight walls grip my cock. I want you to take all eight inches of me, milk me. Take from me what you want.” I had never been with someone so vocal before, and I never thought I would like it so much but just hearing him say such dirty things to me was making me hotter than I ever had been before.

  I wanted his cock, and the pleasure and pain he could only give me. I gripped the edge of the desk tightly pushing back against him meeting him thrust for thrust.

  Seconds later a zing of pleasure coursed through my body, his massive cock hitting that one amazing spot deep inside me over and over again. With one last s
lam against his cock I came, falling apart into a million tiny pieces. My pussy clenches and my muscles tighten as I hold on for dear life while Ryan pounds his release into me. The slap of our skin against each other's was the only thing I could hear.

  “Ahhhh…” A deep moan escaped from Ryan as his fingers dig deeper into my skin. I was on cloud nine and my orgasm still burned through my veins even as Ryan came, his hot semen filling my cunt to the brim. A fullness I had never felt before filled my belly and I wondered why? I have had plenty of sex with men, and even some women and not once did I experience this pleasure, the pleasure of euphoric peace.

  “Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… “ He growled. “This is bad.” Ryan muttered under his breath as he placed a soft kiss against my ass cheek before allowing me to fix my panties and right my dress back into place. The deep ugly feeling of disappointment started to settle into my bones. Yes the sex was good, and being fucked by this man was even better, but screwing your boss and knowing you had to see him the next day, yeah that was fucked up.

  We were both fucked up.

  “Uhh… I agree.” My voice was meek, soft, and didn’t match the demeanor of the woman I was just moments ago. I fixed my dress and smoothed down my hair. I needed to get out of this room and away from this man before I make another mistake.

  Placing each foot in front of the other, I took a step in the direction of the door, my legs wobbled from the pleasure I had just endured, but I pushed on knowing yes, I desperately needed this job but I couldn’t handle this right now. I needed some time away from Ryan and to figure out what was going to happen and he seemed to feel the same way based off of what he had just said.

  “Don’t. Don’t fucking walk away from me. I didn’t mean what we just did was bad. I meant I just hired you, and fucked you all in the same day. I’m literally the biggest fuck up ever. My moral compass has been obliterated.” I could hear the hate he had for himself in his voice and see the anguish in his eyes as he forced my body around to face him. He too, was disappointed in himself just as I was in myself.