Some Love it Hot (Some Love it..., #1)

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E
ver
since Shannon Whitley
walked
in the office three weeks ago, every guy in the place had attempted to ask her
out.

Christian
had watched each one get turned down, slinking away from Shannon’s desk with rounded
shoulders and a hung head. It hadn’t taken long for the whispers about her
being a lesbian to start bouncing around the office.

Christian
would have to call a meeting about the gossip. As the boss, and with Shannon as
his P.A., people would listen to him. He didn’t intend to tolerate
mean-spirited rumors in his workplace, especially not about this particular
woman.

At
five-feet-ten, Shannon stood only a few inches shorter than his six feet frame.
She wore her red hair twisted up, but her habit of shaking it loose to twist
the knot back up afresh had shown off its silky, long length. She’d been
blessed with a delicate, straight nose, big green eyes and high cheekbones. Her
make-up was always light and classy and she favored short skirts, which showed off
her incredible legs.

Yet
her appearance hadn’t been the reason he’d hired her. Shannon also had a
capacity for extreme organization, an area in which he was lacking. Her drive
and commitment to her work made her stand out from all the other twenty-something’s
he’d interviewed for the job. There had been no doubt in his mind about who
would get the job and he wouldn’t be surprised if she sat in his position
within a couple of years.

He
couldn’t deny finding Shannon insanely attractive, but Christian didn’t intend
to do anything about that. He was her boss and he intended to keep their
relationship professional. Anyway, she’d shown absolutely no sign of being
interested in him. Though plenty of women in the office had tried and failed to
get in his pants, Shannon’s air of disinterest did make him wonder if the
rumors held any truth.

Christian
sighed, tearing his thoughts from his sexy P.A. He had half an hour to kill
before his next meeting. The thoughts of Shannon had left him restless and he
opened his web browser bringing up one of his favorite sites.

The
image of a round-bottomed girl popped up, a thick cock plunged deep into the
tight hole of her ass. Christian’s own dick stirred, blood rushing to engorge
it.

Everyone
else in the office had their sites monitored, but he was the boss; he could do
whatever the hell he liked. Checking out porn sites while his staff worked gave
him a thrill.

A
link popped up at the bottom of the page and he clicked on the small box,
bringing up a video of a skinny blonde bending over. As he watched, another
girl, this one a brunette, began to play with the tight pucker of the blonde’s
ass. She ran her finger over the star, gently pushing her finger inside. Then
she pulled out a six inch dildo, complete with thick veins, and brought the toy
to her lips. Using her saliva, she lubricated the head and then applied it to
the other girl’s ass, rubbing at first, and then sliding the dildo deep.

The
moans grew louder and he turned the volume down, worried someone would hear.
But the sight of the two girls got him going. His cock swelled and he rubbed
his erection through the front of his pants. He couldn’t go into the meeting
with a raging hard-on. He’d need to go in the bathroom and let off some steam
before then.

But
he couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the girl with the huge
dildo deep in her ass.

“I’m
sorry to interrupt...”

Shannon
burst through the door and Christian leapt up in guilt.

Grabbing
the mouse, he fumbled to click down the page, but only managed to knock the
mouse off the desk. He tried to snatch it back up, but the back of his hand hit
a pot of pens, scattering them on the floor.

“Oh,
I’m so sorry,” she said, rushing around to his side of the desk to help him
clean up. She fell to her knees, gathering pens toward her, but then glanced up
to find his erection directly in front of her face.

Movement
on the computer screen diverted her attention. She took one look at the girl
having the huge dildo plunged in and out of her ass and stared up at him, her
eyes wide.

“Oh!”
she gulped, her cheeks filling with color.

He
leaned over and switched the screen off.
Damn it.
Now she was going to
think he was a total horn-dog like the rest of his staff. What the hell had he
been thinking?

“I’m
sorry,” she said again, getting to her feet and backing out of the room. “I
really should have knocked.”

With
that, she reversed out of the room, pulling the door shut behind her.

Christian
put his hands on his head.

Shit,
shit, shit.

He
would never be able to look her in the eye again. It wouldn’t surprise him if
she handed in her notice. Her treatment here so far bordered on sexual
harassment.

Shannon
avoided him for the rest of the day. He hid in his office, feeling like a total
creep. Back at home, he found himself running the incident over and over in his
head, cringing every time. He spent a restless night worrying about how to
straighten things out with Shannon the next day.

But
the next morning, Shannon took it upon herself to approach him.

Her
gentle knock came at the door and she walked in the office.

“Hello,
Mister Sawyer,” she said. “I believe we need to have a private meeting.”

“Shannon,”
he said, standing from his desk. He was about to start the apologetic spiel
he’d been practicing all night, but something about the way she held her body
and the glint in her eye stopped him.

She
turned back to the door and flicked the lock. “You should have done this
yesterday,” she said, a hint of a smile on her glossed lips.

“Yeah,
I’m sorry about what happened.”

“Don’t
be,” she said, approaching him.

She’d
left her suit jacket over the back of her chair, and now wore a tight,
sleeveless black top and the short, pleated skirt of her suit. Her breasts
pushed high in a plunge bra, her flat stomach and slender hips defined
perfectly by her classy but sexy outfit.

She
put both hands on his desk opposite him and leant over the desk toward him. The
swell of her breasts pressed together, creating deep cleavage he simply
couldn’t help but stare at.

“So
boss,” she said. “Do I get a repeat performance of yesterday, only this time
for real?”

“What
do you mean?”

She
walked around to his side of the desk and pushed both him and his chair away.
Reaching up, she unclipped her hair, allowing her locks to swing in a smooth
sheet down her back. Standing between him and his desk, with her back to him,
she bent over his desk, pushing paperwork on the floor. The desk was perfectly
at waist height, so her breasts and stomach pressed against the dark wood; her
ass pushed out, her legs straight.

“Shannon...”
he started, but he had no idea what he was going to say. He was too stunned at
what was happening.

She
reached behind her and flipped her skirt up so it lay on her lower back,
exposing her ass and beautiful bare legs. A tiny black thong disappeared
between the creamy globes of her buttocks. With the same hand, she pulled the
tiny strip of material to one side, revealing the glass plug wedged in her ass.

“So
this is what you like, huh?” she said, twisting back around one shoulder to see
him. “I’ve been sitting on my chair all morning with this in my ass, imagining
all the things I’d like you to do to me. I think I had about three orgasms
sitting there, thinking about you.”

He
gasped, but his dick responded to the sight of this stunning young woman
splayed across his desk. His erection tented in his trousers and her eyes
flicked down to the obvious bulge. She smiled.

“I
hope that dick is as big as I got a preview of yesterday.” She gave a little
jiggle of her bottom, enticing him over.

He
struggled with his conscience. It was against his beliefs to sleep with his
staff, but he couldn’t turn this down. To hell with his self-imposed rules.

This
was one time his cock was going to rule his head and he stepped toward her, his
hard member leading the way. He reached out and put his hands on her ass,
squeezing her tight, firm flesh.

Shannon
pushed her ass out to him. “Play with it.”

He
took the flat head of the plug and slowly pulled the rounded glass from her
body, slick with lube. He pushed the toy back in again and she moaned.

“Oh
yeah, that’s so good.”

Christian
took in the sight of the freshly shaven lips of her pussy, her pink skin
already glistening wet. With one finger, he pushed into her. She was hot and
wet, her tight muscles clamping down on his digit. With slow, precise
movements, he slicked it in and out.

His
cock was rock hard, needing to be touched.

“Oh,
fuck.”

Desperately,
he worked the zip of his pants, unhooking the button and letting them pool
around his feet. His erection jutted from his body, its head swollen purple,
pre-cum already leaking from its tip. He took it in his grip and pumped back
and forth, his balls tightening in pleasure.

He
pumped his finger in and out of Shannon, while building a rhythm on his cock.
But the smooth lips of her pussy and sweet pucker of her ass were too enticing.
He wanted to be inside her.

“I
want to fuck you,” he said.

She
glanced back over her shoulder, swinging her long red hair out of the way. “Why
do you think I’m here?”

He
didn’t need to be told again. He pushed the head of his cock against her
opening, rubbing a couple of times, lubricating the head, before pushing inside
her.

The
tightness was exquisite. Her sheath gripped him, offering just the right amount
of friction.

He
turned his attention back to the plug, pumping the toy back and forth. At the
same time, he thrust into her, feeling her pussy slide up and down his hard
length. Shannon reached between her thighs, her fingers finding the hooded nub
of her clit, and she rubbed in ever increasingly frantic circles.

“I
want you in my ass,” she gasped. “I’m ready for you.”

Christian
forced himself to stop fucking her, holding still inside her.

“Are
you sure?”

“Of
course. What do you think the plug’s been preparing me for?”

He
slipped the plug out of her ass, the tight muscle loosening, ready to take his
thick length.

He
spat on his dick, lubricating it, and pushed the swollen head inside her. He
sunk into her tight passage, just an inch, and she squeezed his head in a firm
grip.

“Is
this okay?” he asked, gritting his teeth to stop himself from shooting his
load.

“Oh,
yes. Keep going.”

He
slid deeper and she pushed back on him, taking him fully. He was right up to
his balls now. Slowly, he pulled out, almost slipping from her, and then thrust
back in again.

Using
two fingers, Christian pressed into her sopping folds, finger-fucking her as
his cock thrust in her ass. Her fingers clawed the edges of his desk, her
knuckles white. She cried out as her orgasm mounted, unable to control the wave
flowing over her.

She
pushed back harder and he slammed into her, her muscles pulsating around his
thick cock, massaging his orgasm on.

His
balls contracted, spurts of fluid filling her, and he cried out as he came,
certain the whole office would hear them coupling. He jerked, and jerked again,
as the aftershocks sent little spasms of pleasure through him.

Shannon’s
back heaved beneath her shirt as she caught her breath. Christian slid from her
body and pulled her up from the desk, holding her back against his chest. He
nuzzled her neck.

“I
never thought it of you,” he said, kissing the little spot behind her ear. “You
just never seemed the type.”

She
twisted around. “Why? Because I was so busy fending off all the little boys in
your office? I don’t fuck little boys, Christian. I had my eye on you the whole
time, but you were always so professional. I knew I needed the right moment to
get your attention.”

“You
had my attention at the interview, but wow, you certainly know how to make an
entrance.”

She
gathered her red hair up and twisted it into her customary style. Within
moments she would be back to the business woman he’d hired.

Before
she left, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her lean body against
his, and gave him a long, slow kiss. Shannon broke away before he could get excited
again and headed toward the door.

“That’s
to keep you going till next time,” she said, over her shoulder. She opened the
door and paused.

“And
next time you see me just sitting at my desk, I hope you’ll be wondering what’s
going on beneath my skirt.”