Chapter 40 SEDUCING THE UNYIELDING BOSS 2
Sharon needed to blow off steam after another week of her charm not working on Ethan. She told her husband she was going out with “the girls from work” for drinks. It was believable and harmless.
Instead, she went alone downtown to a club she had never been to before. The lights were low, bass thumping at a corner, bodies packed tight on the dance floor. It was so lousy and unusual.
She wore a dress she saved for nights she wanted to look like a seductress. It was black, backless, the hem of it barely above mid thigh, the neckline so deep that any move she made revealed her luscious boobs. She didn't wear a bra. Red lipstick on and her long hair loose and wild.
She felt someone watching her, she turned and locked eyes with her Boss Ethan. He was seated at a bar, in dark jeans and a black button-down rolled at the sleeves, looking nothing like the strict VP who ruled her weekdays.
He sat alone, drinking champagne, and staring at her like he had been waiting.
She saw the surprise on his face, but it only lasted half a second before it turned into something darker.
Sharon didn’t smile. She just held his stare, took a slow sip of her drink, and started walking toward him through the crowd. People parted without realizing why. Her aura was undeniable.
When she reached him, she didn’t speak. Just leaned in close enough that her lips brushed his ear.
“Didn’t expect to see you in a place like this. Boss.”
He placed his hand on her lower back firmly, the first time he ever touched her outside was a professional handshake. But now, this was way more possessive. His thumb traced the fabric like he was testing it.
“I could say the same “ he murmured in a voice rougher than she had ever had in the office. “Though that dress makes your intentions pretty clear.”
She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “And what are your intentions tonight?”
He didn’t answer with words. He finished his drink in one gulped, placed the glass down and took her hand. Led her through the crowd without looking back if she wanted to follow him or not.
They didn't go far, he found a hidden corner near the emergency exit, covered by a velvet curtain, barely lit, and close enough that people walked past, but far enough that no one noticed the spot.
He pushed her against the wall the moment they were inside the corner, and kissed her like he'd been holding it back for months.
Sharon kissed him back just a hard, she's always wanted this moment. Her nails digging into his shoulders.
She moaned into his mouth when his hand slid between her thighs and found she wasn’t wearing anything under.
“Jesus Christ,” he growled against her lips, fingers rubbing her slick heat. “You came out like this on purpose.”
“For you,” she gasped as he circled her clit just the way she loved it. “Beem wet for you all week.”
He spun her around fast, bending her against the wall, yanking her dress over her hips. She heard his belt unbuckle, his zipper pulled down and the sound of a condom wrapper open. He was prepared, the bastard.
He pushed inside her in one deep, punishing thrust. Sharon muffled the cry with her hand covering her mouth, arching her back more to give him easy access.
He didn't go in with ease or slowly. Just fucked her hard and fast, gripping her hips hard to keep her in place as he pounded her.
Every thrust poshed her against the wall, his hips grinding deep, she could feel every bit of him, so thick and hot.
“You've been trying to break me for weeks,” he rasped in her ear. “This is what you wanted huh? Getting fucked in a club like a desperate little slut?”
The word hit the spot, she came hard on his cock, legs shaking so bad he held her against her, as he cummed into the condom inside her.
They remained that way for some minutes, listening to the loud music playing outside.
Then he pulled out slowly, he fixed her dress with surprising gentleness, and turned her to face him.
His eyes were still dark and now filled with desire. “Don't wear that dress to work.” He said quietly brushing her cheeks gently with his thumb.
Sharon smiled, satisfaction written over her.
“Yes sir.”
She walked away first, swaying her hips, disappearing into the crowd.
He watched her go, tightening his jaw.
The next day, the quarterly review lasted for about three hours. Ethan was in full command at the head of the table. Sharin sat three seats down, crossing her legs, taking notes like the perfect professional.
But everything their eyes met briefly, she felt it, he wanted her.
When the last person walked out and the door clicked shut. The boardroom felt suddenly too big and quiet. Just the two of them left, the long oval table was still messy with half-empty coffee cups and papers.
Ethan loosened his tie, exhaled like he had been holding his breath for hours.
“Good work today,” he said, smiling warmly at her. “You held your own in there.”
Sharon closed her laptop carefully, and stood. Walking around the table toward him, the sound of her heels muffled on the thick carpet.
“No. I was distracted,” she admitted, stopping right beside his chair. “I kept thinking about the last time you told me not to wear a certain dress to work.”
He smirked. “You're wearing it now.”
“Aren't you too smart?” She purred. He was right. The same black backless one from the club was hidden under the blazer she wore all day. She let the blazer slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor.
Ethan’s eyes darkened. He pushed his chair back and stood, in one motion backed her against the edge of the table.
His hands went straight to her hips, holding on so tight, she'll feel it for some days.
“You want this here?” He asked, voice rough. “After everything you pulled today?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t think about it every time I walk into a room.”
He kissed her, no gentleness. Just a hungry tongue exploring her mouth, he pressed her down onto the table. Papers scattered, a water glass fell and spilled, none of them cared enough to check.
Sharon wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer into her, rocking the hard line of trousers. He growled into her mouth, moving one hand up to fist her hair, the other pulling her dress higher.
“No panties again,” he muttered, biting her neck hard enough to make her gasp. “You're going to kill me.”
“Then stop holding back,” she whispered, her fingers finding his belt and working it open with urgency.
He didn't, she brought his cock out and stroked gently.
“No time for that Sharon.” He entered her, no condom this time. He filled her perfectly, and she cried out, louder than she meant to in an empty boardroom.
He locked eyes with her, and placed his hands over mouth. “Quiet,” he growled, but his hips were still thrusting hard and fast. “Or the night cleaning crew will hear you getting fucked on the boardroom table.”
She moaned into his palm, nodding with pleasure, legs tightening around him as he pounded into her. The table creaked under them. Her back slid against the table top with every thrust, papers sticking to her skin.
It was messy, desperate. He wasn't the controlling, over serious man she saw every day. His breaths came ragged against her neck, her hands curled around his neck. She felt every inch of him, hot and overwhelming.
“Look at me,” he demanded suddenly, slowing his pace just enough to make her whine.
She opened her eyes and met his.
“I've wanted this,” he confessed. “Every fucking meeting. Every time you leaned over my desk. Every time you looked at me like you knew exactly what I was thinking.”
“Then give it to me,”she panted. “All of it.”
He pulled out just long enough to flip her over, bending her over the table, her cheeks resting against the cool surface, and her ass in the air.
He slammed back in from behind and fucked her harder than before, deep fast strikes that made her toes curls.
One hand went around to rub her clit, in ruthless circles. The other hand pinned her wrist to the table.
“Milk my dick,” he ordered against her ear. “Roght her where we just sat through three hours of bullshit pretending we don’t want to tear each other apart.”
She did, hard, convulsing. She couldn't control it. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep shooting his cum in her groaning.
He pulled out, adjusted his suit, lifted her from the table, her legs were shaky.
She fixed her dress with hands that were a bit shaky, her hair was messy, shirt rumpled. Her eyes still screamed more.
“Next quarterly review, you're presenting in this dress, and we're locking the doors.”
Sharon smiled, breathless and worn-out.
“Yes sir.”