Right now, I'm sitting at the secretary's desk going over some of his appointments, which are mostly conference phone calls. Because he doesn't like me sitting out here at the desk where he can't see me, Evan had the desk moved so that when his door is open, he can see me. The last time I checked he was on a phone call, so I've just been patiently waiting for lunch.
Getting lost in reading an article online, I nearly jump out of my seat when the pager at the desk goes off.
"Aspen, our lunch is down at the front desk. Will you please go pick it up and bring it here?"
When I jump up and look at him, he's got a small smirk on his face. Nodding, I smooth down my skirt before heading downstairs to get our lunch. Butterflies fill my belly the whole way there and back, knowing what's waiting for me after lunch.
Not for the first time, I wonder if anyone in his office suspects what we do on our lunch break. But even if they do, I know they won't say anything. Although with some of the looks I get, it makes me wonder. They respect him Maybe even fear him. No one dares to bother him if the door is closed. It’s an unspoken rule around the office I’ve come to find out. The fact that his door has been open so much since I’ve been here hasn’t gone unnoticed either.
Once back at his office, I go in and close the door behind me. Standing up from behind his desk, he takes the food from me and sets it up on the coffee table in front of the couch in his office. In just over the week that we've been together, he's already proven how much he paid attention when I wasn't even his. For instance, he can order food for me from just about anywhere and get it right.
Today he ordered from a little farm-to-table restaurant. Both of us got a burger and fries. As usual, the food was delicious, and I enjoyed every bite. During our lunch, Evan talked about one of the new clients that he just brought on. Even if I don't quite understand everything he's talking about, I like that he discusses his work and keeps me in the loop. I recognize the names from his schedule and the calls that I set-up for him, so it's nice to put two and two together.
Almost as soon as we finish our lunch, I can see the shift in him, and I know what time it is. It's time for me to play the role of the secretary. As I stand up and collect all of our stuff from lunch, he clears his throat and stands up over by his desk and picks up a file and starts slipping through it.
"Before you leave, I dropped my pen under the couch. Will you retrieve it for me?" He uses his office voice. While it’s a very dismissive tone, I have to say it makes my heart flutter.
To do as he asks, I have to pull the coffee table out just a little and then get down on my knees. Looking under the couch, sure enough, there's a pen at the very back against the wall. At least he gets points for authenticity.
I start reaching for the pen, but at the same time the farther I reach, the higher my butt goes into the air. There's some shuffling behind me as I attempt to reach for the pen. But I wait to see what he has planned next.
"Did you really come to work without any underwear on?" His voice is gruff and much nearer than it was before.
He knows I didn't have underwear on because he was the one who dressed me this morning. But I need to stay in character.
"Yes... I was in a hurry and didn't think it would be a big deal."
"You didn't think it was going to be a big deal flashing that pussy around the office?" His voice is even closer now.
I start to sit up and pull my skirt down.
"You better get that pen for me."
So, I reached back down, stretching for the pen again and there's more shuffling as I move under the couch, trying to get the pen that is just out of my reach.
The shuffling stops and before I can register what is happening, he thrusts himself fully inside of me.
"This is what happens when little girls tease men." He says, reaching over me, grabbing my breasts over my shirt and squeezing hard.
I try to stop myself from crying out because it all feels so good. This is what I've been waiting for all morning. I guess I wasn't as quiet as I needed to be because just as I'm about to orgasm the door opens.
When I look up, there is my ex, Brett, with some new girl. My body instantly heats in embarrassment. Though I am still expecting Evan to jump up and try to explain, he doesn't even pull out of me. Instead, he places a hand on my lower back keeping me in place, and yells at Brett to get out.
Brett's eyes are glued to me, and a visible shudder runs through him. Even from here, I can the disgusted look on his face.
"I said get out!" Evan yells again, and that seems to snap Brett out of it.
"Yeah, we will talk about this at home," Brett says before taking the girl's hand, turning around, and slamming the door behind him.
Evan leans over me and places his mouth by my ear.
"You will cum, baby girl," He growls. Then he starts moving in me. His thrusts are at a savage pace, like he's angry, and I supposed he is at Brett for interrupting us. How can I be this embarrassed at my ex finding us, but still so turned on that I’m on the edge of an orgasm?
When his hand trails over my hip and plays with my clit, it's just enough to ignite an explosion in me. He barely gets his hand on my mouth before I cum hard all over him.
That triggers his release, and he buries his head in my neck to muffle his own groan as he cums inside of me. Then he rests his head on my shoulder and neither of us moves for a moment before he pulls out and helps clean me up.
Once we are all fixed up, he pulls me into his arms.