Without limits ssion and.., p.54
Without Limits: A BWWM Collection of Passion and Desire, page 54
“Cool.” Did I just say cool? It’s too early for this. “I will make a spreadsheet of what’s not acceptable in the workplace.”
“Huh?” He never got any of my jokes.
“Andrew, I mean Mr. Trubeau, I’m joking. It’s a joke. We are both adults. I think we can manage to act appropriately.
“You’re right. Call me Andrew. I’m just going to bring my coffee to myself.” Andrew grabbed his coffee as he walked by my desk to exit the room.
Why did that feel like someone cut a huge chunk of my hair out? I don’t know. It just felt like someone took something away from me.
The day was going rather well for me although I felt like I just got dumped by the captain of the football team. I took Andrew lunch but the rest of our communication was professional and through text message. I had to stay late to help him prepare for the quarterly meeting he was going to have with the board members. The board was mostly made of his family members.
There was no tension between us that I felt. It was almost nine at night. We ate separately around six. I was putting together a few graphs for the PowerPoint when I looked across his desk and saw his eyes on me.
“I’m almost done.”
My fingers tapped the MacBook keys. I picked the MacBook up and walked it around the desk to show it to him. I probably should’ve connected the Mac to the Whiteboard but I didn’t think about it until now.
Andrew slid his chair over to make room for me behind his desk. I wish I had a chair. I should’ve thought to roll mine in here. I didn’t think of that until now.
I started showing him all the slides and he didn’t say a word.
“Are you okay with it?”
“It looks great. I think we’ve done enough for one day. It’s pretty late. You can come to work at noon tomorrow.”
“What time are you going to be here?”
“Seven or eight.”
“If I go home and go straight to bed I’ll be fine. I can come in at my regular time.”
Andrew reached on top of the desk and closed my screen down. I thought he was going to hand over my MacBook and tell me to go home. He didn’t do that. He took the laptop and placed it under his desk.
Cautiously, I looked down at him. He took his hand and rubbed my thigh.
Okay, so what is happening? “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer. He stood over me and even in four-inch heels I had to look up at him.
“I really wanted that report this morning.” That report? “Now I want more than a report.”
“Turn around.”
“What?”
He started crowding my space. My butt was pushed against his desk. He was standing over me with his legs locking me into confinement.
“Turn around.” I heard him but I didn’t obey. I didn’t have to. He spun me around. “Bend over, put your hands flat on the desk and I’ll do the rest.”
“We can’t. I have to go.” His hand rested in the middle of my back.
“No, is not an option. I’m going to fuck you. Bend your ass over my desk or I will push you over.”
I was completely taken aback and secretly turned on by his rude behavior and brutish demands. I didn’t bend and he pushed me. My hands flew out to stop my face from crashing into the desk. I was bent over his desk— my boss’ desk. I tried to lift myself and he pushed forward. His hard dick was brushed against the fabric of my dress.
“Robin, stay down. I’m trying to control myself.”
This is control?
A gush of air hit my ass cheeks because my dress had been pulled above my waist. His hand rubbed my ass cheeks.
“Don’t move.” His voice was like thunder. My panties were being cut away. I could hear sheers slicing through the fabric. My face was hot. I was sweating all over.
“Your ass is so sexy.” He groaned from my backside.
My insides were already leaking from arousal. His perfect body was pure sex. Denying I wanted to feel him inside me was getting old. My feet were flat on the carpet and my hands flat on the bed. My pussy was wet and exposed. I couldn’t see what he was doing behind me but I heard his belt buckle jiggle. I heard his zipper unzip. I heard his pants slide down his legs and land on the floor.
His hands stroked my ass in strong erotic circles. I fought the desire to press my ass back and search for his dick. I needed to feel him. I needed to merge with him. I needed to feel Andrew deep inside me. His strong hands gripped my thighs apart. He urgently spread my legs further open.
He grabbed me by the waist with one hand. With the other hand, he guided the head of his cock to the opening of my dampened pussy. He used his dick head to rub and play around with my lower lips. He let his dick glide around my drenched opening. He was teasing me and making me want him more.
I wanted him now.
“You are so wet. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please. Andrew please.” I wanted it and I was willing to beg for it. “Fuck me, pleaseeeee.” I couldn’t believe I was asking him to fuck me.
He slowly guided his rigid dick to my lubricated opening.
It hurts! My head screamed as he filled me up. It was a tight fit. I hadn’t had sex in forever and although I couldn’t see his dick it had to be king-sized. No man had ever filled me up like him.
I held him snug inside my taut walls. I didn’t have much choice. I made it a comfy place for him. He was pushing himself further down and deep inside me.
Andrew moved slowly as he held my waist. He pulled my ass back on his cock. Then he inched almost all the way out of me before leaning back into me. I felt my essence coat his cock with every powerful thrust. My ass rolled off his length and bounced back down again. My creamy sex milk coated his dick completely. I was so embarrassingly wet.
I tried to roll my hips in circles but his size was overpowering.
“I wanted you the first time I saw you!” He moaned as he controlled the rhythm and the tempo.
We fit tightly together.
I slightly bent my knees so I could get adjusted to his massive dick. I felt his balls smash against my ass. He hit my spot and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
My legs were getting weak. He didn’t notice or care. He started ramming me hard and fast over and over and over. I was screaming now and I tried to stop myself but my throat had other intentions.
“AHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!” over and over. I couldn’t shut the fuck up. His member was a church sermon that made me shout.
“FUCKKKKKK!” He came inside me just as my orgasm shattered like glass. I collapsed onto the desk with Andrew on top of me. We were still attached. He released all his cum inside me.
Oh, my! He probably should have pulled out.
His dick was throbbing inside me. I couldn’t believe that it happened. Well, I could but I couldn’t. It was just weird— good weird. What do I do now?
“Disregard everything I said this morning.”
“Yeah.” I could barely get a word out.
“Robin.”
“Yeah.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Don’t move. Just be very still.”
“Okay, I’m cool with that.”
“I’m going to go home now. But don’t look at me when I leave.”
“What?” He rose up a little but still had me in a tight embrace.
“No, no don’t move.”
“Okay sorry.” He held me tighter against his bare chest. Where did his shirt go?
“Pull out. Slowly.”
I could still feel him inside me. He was still hard. He slowly removed his dick and I was able to breathe again. I stood up straight but he still had one of his palms covering my breast. I was so focused on the bottom half of my body I never felt him remove my tittie out of my damn bra.
I wanted to run out of the room but I knew I would fall. My legs felt dead and my heels were too high.
He hands left my body. “I’m going to sit down.”
“Okay.”
“Let me pull your dress down.”
“Okay.”
I felt his hands on my hips and then I felt his mouth on my ass. He didn’t pull my dress down. He started licking my ass instead. The tip of his tongue grazed my asshole and I bent forward a little.
“Andrew.” I sighed but it was too late. He had spread my butt cheeks and he was tonguing my forbidden hole.
His mouth was working me over and then his finger was strumming my clit. He was trying to make me cum again. What he was doing was working. I was climbing higher and higher.
In seconds I had another orgasm. I pulled my dress down and dashed at of his office like I was Cinderella.
That just happened.
Chapter Twelve
There was no turning bad now. We had crossed the line. Some people could act like a kiss had never happened. But sex, you can’t act like that never happened. You could block bad sex out but I would never be able to block or forget sex with Andrew.
How the hell was he born with the last name Trubeau? Seriously. Truly – Beautiful?
I listened to the radio on my way into work. Every single radio station had love songs playing simultaneously. Even if I wanted to feel down about my tryst, FM radio was determined to make me feel blissful.
I entered the office and Sharon wasn’t at her desk. I smiled when I saw my white roses blooming on my desk. I should’ve taken them home with me but my Cinderella sprint didn’t come with add-ons. I put my stuff down and went to face my superior.
I walked into his office with his vanilla bean coffee in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He was gazing out the window. I didn’t think he heard me enter the room. I stood there and just watched him. I was mustering up the courage to say something and trying to fight all the flashes of how he sexed me. I was trying to keep my panties dry.
But he stuck his tongue in my ass hole. I can’t stop thinking about that.
“I have your coffee.”
He whipped around to engage me but he kept his distance. I appreciated that. I didn’t want to end up bent over a desk this early in the morning. Or did I?
“Sharon took a personal day. Are you okay?” He ran his hand through his thick hair.
“I’m great.” This is awkward.
“How do you feel?”
“Normal, how do you feel?” I asked.
“I don’t feel normal. I feel really good.”
I placed his coffee on the desk. “Okay, I will be at my desk.”
“Hey.”
“Yes. Do you need water?” I raised the water bottle.
“No. I wanted to talk to you about last night.”
“Oh, okay.” Last thing I wanted to talk about.
“Please come closer.”
I walked a few steps forward but made sure I stayed on the opposite side of his desk. I looked down at the desk and back up at him.
He opened his mouth but it took a second for words to come out. “I, we, had unprotected sex.”
“I’m not on birth control.”
“You’re not?”
“No.”
“So.”
“I’ll just take the morning after pill.”
“You will?”
“Yes.” I reached in my pocket and produced the Plan B One-Step box.
“Where did you get that?”
“I went to the pharmacy this morning before I got your coffee. I was going to take the pill when I got back to my desk.”
“Okay.”
“I can just take it now.” I didn’t play games. He needed to see me take the pill. I was acting really nonchalant but I was feeling really emotional. The sex was better than good and I couldn’t stop thinking about it— and him. I just wanted to leave the room.
I sat the water bottle on his desk. I removed the pill from the box and released it from the foil wrapper. I cupped the pill and opened the water bottle. I opened my hand so he could see the single pill in my palm.
I closed my palm and raised my hand.
“Wait.”
Why? Why? Why? Am I waiting?
“Are you going to be sick or something?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never taken it before.”
“Oh. Did you charge it on the card?”
“No.”
“I think I should pay for it.”
“Why would you pay for it?” I was being a smart ass. It was better to be hostile than an office booty call.
“I feel like I should pay. I didn’t wear a condom.”
“Fine. Give me half of forty-seven dollars.” I popped the pill in my mouth and turned the water bottle up to my lips. I drank the water like I was dying of thirst. I didn’t know how I felt. This was all new to me.
I recapped the water bottle.
“Are you really okay?”
“Yes, I’m just fine.”
“You said the same thing when that supervisor attacked you in the mailroom.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you to know I have never ever done anything like that before.”
I kind of believed him. “I haven’t either.”
He started coming around his desk and I started to panic. My feet were planted firmly but he almost knocked me off of them when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a kiss. Not just any kiss, a passionate kiss, an epic kiss that can never be forgotten.
“Robin, I don’t want this to stop. Do you want me to stop?”
Hell no! “No, I like this.” I almost said YOU. I’m so glad I didn’t put all of my cards on the table.
“I couldn’t sleep last night thinking about us.” Us. Is there an us? “I think we should have dinner at my place tonight, only if you want to come over. I don’t want you to come to dinner because you feel obligated. I’m not trying to force you to do anything. I want to date you outside of this.” He raised his arms out. “I don’t know if you’re interested or did you feel pressured. I’ve never done this so I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He was so sexy and adorable when he was rambling on and on.
“You didn’t coerce me. I wanted to. I want to have dinner with you.”
“That’s good. Great.” He beamed. “I’m not good at reading people. You’re like me. We don’t really show our emotions on our face.” That was true. “I know we’ve only known each other for eleven days but I like you.”
He had counted the days. Why did that make me like him even more?
“I like you too.” Shit! I said it anyway. I wanted to say more but I was afraid. I was really falling for Andrew and I didn’t really know what to do with what I was feeling.
“I will keep my hands to myself at work.”
We worked the entire day together without touching each other. I sat in on a meeting because Sharon was off. She usually did all the administrative type work.
I went home at four. I showered and changed before I drove over to his place. I didn’t have any problems at the gate and the security guard even told me good evening Ms. MacDowell. He knew my name. At first, I was taken aback. I thought he had run the license plate. But the Audi wasn’t registered in my name. Realizing Andrew gave him my name made me feel special.
Chapter Thirteen
After dinner, Andrew took me for a drive in his Land Rover. He drove us downtown and we went for a walk on the pier where we rode the Ferris wheel. We ordered gelato on the beach and talked about our dreams. He told me he wanted to be in a relationship. He told me he was tired of being alone. I listened more than I talked because I was afraid this wasn’t real.
Mr. Trubeau seemed to be a real romantic. He was full of surprises and that intrigued me. Why was he still single? He was a modern day Prince. There had to be a catch but I prayed he was what he had shown me.
A little after midnight, Andrew pulled into the open space next to his Bugatti. He turned off the ignition and the garage door descended behind us. We both unbuckled our seatbelts.
“Robin, I have a confession.”
“What is it?” I turned my body toward him.
“I’m afraid I’m going to mess this up before it even gets going.”
“Why?”
“It’s new. I’ve been single for a very long time.”
“I’ve been single for a long time too. Maybe that makes us perfect for each other.”
“Yeah, I think it does. Do you want to work for someone else in the company? You know to be someone else’s assistant so we can see each other and not work together every day.”
“Is that what you want?”
“No, I want you close to me. But I also want you to be comfortable. You’re getting me coffee. Bringing my mail. Getting my lunch. Are you going to be okay with that?”
It was really not much of a difference than the things I did for my past ungrateful boyfriends. I didn’t get a salary, health insurance or a car from those bastards.
“I’m okay with working for you. I want to make sure you eat and have coffee.” I like taking care of you. I couldn’t say that part out loud.
“Good. I didn’t want to give you to someone else.”
“You don’t have to. I want to work for you.”
Andrew leaned over and kissed me. I reached over and placed my hand on his lap. He stiffened in my hand.
“Move your seat back.” This time I was giving the orders. He did as he was told and his driver’s seat glided back from the steering wheel. I straddled his lap facing him. I made sure my tits were right in his face. He lifted my sundress up over my head and tossed it in the passenger seat.
I bent to kiss him while he reached around and unhooked my strapless bra. My breasts spilled out. He grabbed them in his hands. He reached for the truck’s ceiling light and turned it on. He reclined his seat back a little and gazed at my breasts.
I lifted my bottom down and felt his hard dick. I was hoping for this and didn’t wear panties under my dress. I felt his stiffness pressing into my skin. I lifted my body and let my nipple brush against his lips. He opened his mouth to taste my melons. His warm hand gripped my ass. He slapped my ass cheek hard.
