Chapter 8

"This is so uncomfortable", Quinn muttered, adjusting. She'd been under the desk for five minutes now and her knees were already killing her. Where the hell was Michael? He should've been here already. What was keeping him?

The thought of abandoning the plan occurred to her but when she remembered how uncomfortable the situation he'd put her through yesterday, her resolve strengthened. She peeked from behind the seats to the door, counting the seconds as they flew past. Oh, he was going to pay dearly for making her wait and she was going to be there to enjoy it.

A few seconds later, Michael walked in. She smiled, the excitement making her giddy until she spotted the two gentlemen behind him.

She froze. No no. That was not part of the plan. They were supposed to come in at exactly—she checked her watch—oh, shit.

No wonder Michael had delayed. They'd probably met in the lobby downstairs or something.

Hell, she couldn't just crawl out from under the desk. What would they say about a secretary hiding under her boss's desk? The grim realization hit her that she'd just fucked up. Obviously, she hadn't thought this through.

A fucking terrible idea.

She sighed, getting comfortable. This was going to take some time.

From the little she could see from under the desk, Michael was sitting in his chair and opposite him, the two men were seated too. She hoped to God they wouldn't stretch their legs because then it would hit her, and they'd catch her.

Jesus. Really, what had she been thinking? Had she even been thinking at all?

What if Michael phoned her desk and she didn't answer? Worse, what if he fired her due to negligence and lack of professional decorum? This was taking it too far.

"Right. Considering all odds, the new software isn't the issue. Our company is here and willing to take responsibility for any risks that may arise..." Michael was saying. The calm tone of his voice soothed her. He might be a terrible example of a gentleman but when it came to his job, he knew what he was doing.

She raised her head. His crotch was eye to eye with her. What did it look like? She longed to touch it, taste it, kiss it. Even during college, she'd never sucked a dick. She'd never wanted to. The thought irked her. But with Michael, she wanted to know what he wasted like. What did he sound like when he had his dick a woman's mouth? Did he groan or not? If he did, how high was it?

These questions were what pushed her to touch his thigh. He suddenly jumped, cut in speech. His blue eyes widened when he saw her. She quickly placed a finger on her lips as in indication to not yell. She knew as well as he did that it wouldn't do for clients to find out about them.

There, just right there, she had him.

He tried to push her hand off, but she didn't let him. The only thing he could do was endure her torture because she was about to inflict a truckload of it on him. Careful so she wouldn't attract too much attention, she grabbed this belt, slowly unbuckling it. She could see his chest heaving, felt his body stiffen. He was forcing himself to speak fluently.

Quinn couldn't bring herself to feel bad for him after what he'd done to her yesterday. She almost laughed before she realized this could go wrong real fast.

The belt came loose, and she untucked his shirt. Her hands hit his briefs. She stared at them, excitement surging through her. God, he was hot. She came back to earth when he cleared his throat and she briefly heard one of the men say something. It didn't sound like they noticed anything was off, so she continued. As much as she would've liked to stare at them longer, she pulled down the briefs to release him.

Quinn took a deep breath. It sprang free with a pop as proud and mighty as it looked. She was intimidated. Was he going to put that thing in her? It was gigantic, for God's sake. The tip was a dark pink and the cap—as she'd so heard Trish describe it—was pronounced. The body was long and thick and even though she was intimidated by the size, she was intrigued too.

She touched him gently, immensely satisfied when he choked on his words, flinching. She refused to think about what he would do to her when they were alone. Leaning forward carefully so she would not bang her head against the desk, she licked from down to up. He sucked in a breath, his eyes meeting her's for a second before darting back to his clients. The tip of his dick was weeping with a bit of moisture, and she touched it, lifting the finger to her mouth. Salty but tolerable.

She licked the moisture, liking the way he froze.

"Yes, I think so too." He finally let out in a breath.

"Mr. Rhett, are you alright?" One of the men was asking. "You look a bit uncomfortable."

Quinn waited for him to answer, completely sucking him in to the back of her throat when she saw him open his mouth.

"Ahhh..." He drawled, squeezing his eyes shut. "Yeah, you know. I just got back from lunch, and I had some—" He yelped as she hollowed her cheeks, slowly moving up and down, just like Cassie had said.

"I don't think the lobster sat well with me." He said in a rush. "I'm okay, don't worry. This is more important."

Quinn pulled away for air and a few silent chuckles. He must've felt this way when she had been quivering like salt on an earthworm yesterday. Oh, it was thrilling, being in complete control. Payback really was a bitch.

"Oh, you're going to pay for this." She heard him mutter until his breath.

She smiled at him in a sultry way, daring him to something. She applied a little pressure at the head, hollowing her cheeks tightly, just enough to make him go mad. Taking him in completely, she held her breath as tears formed in her eye. When she couldn't take it anymore, she released him, hoping she hadn't made any noise.

"What was that?" One of the men suddenly asked.

"Uh, me." Michael quickly said. "It was me."

It hadn't been him. It had been her gasping for breath. They'd heard her. Her heart froze in her chest. They were going to find out she was sucking his dick under the desk and not only was the company going to lose this contract, she was going to get fired too.

"Gentlemen. I have to answer nature's call. I'm sorry for the inconvenience but I believe it would be best for all of us if I move my business to a more conducive environment." Michael said, clearing his throat.

If Quinn was right and she usually wasn't, he was dispersing them for her.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience." He said again.

"Ah, it's nothing. We're human, after all. We hope to do this again and better. We are very interested in working with you." She hadn't heard this voice before. It belonged to the other man.

"Likewise." Michael said curtly.

She knelt quietly holding her breath as she waited to the men to leave. Michael didn't get up to shake them obviously, seeing as his dick was out in the open and hard enough to hit a nail into a wall so they paid their greetings as briefly as they could.

When she heard the sound of the door closing, she crawled out from under the table, laughing.

"Oh my God, your face." She wheezed, holding her chest. "Fucking priceless."

Michael didn't find it funny. He sat in his big chair, gazing up at her. Loosening his tie, he threw it on top the table.

"I hope you had fun cause this is about to go real south real fast." He said quietly.

Her laughter reduced but not completely. She watched in amusement as he stood, walking towards her. He didn't bother arranging his trousers, so his dick stood proudly as he stalked towards her.

But he didn't touch her. No, he walked past her to the door and locked it. She began to feel uneasy, like maybe she'd bitten off more than she could chew. It had been a funny joke, judging by all standards so why was she suddenly feeling like maybe she shouldn't have done it?

"Go on. Laugh."

She felt small and not at all amused. He had a menacing look in his eyes as he marched toward her. She took a step back, and then two, feeling cornered when he got closer to her.

"You are a very naughty girl." He whispered, turning her around and bending her against the desk.

She gasped in surprise, yelping when he dragged her dress up and spanked her. Jesus. The pain was refreshing, and she was more aware of her body.

"You didn't think this one through, did you?" He spanked her again and she squeezed her eyes shut. "Go ahead. Speak."

She opened her mouth to talk but was cut short when his palm connected with her ass cheek again. She moaned, as the pain was pleasurable. He wasn't hitting her hard. Just enough to make her want more.

"I'm sorry." She gasped when she felt it again. No one had ever hit her before, especially not like this. This way that left her dripping and wanting.

"I didn't hear you. What did you say?" He grunted, pulling her underwear down to her ankles.

She was naked to him, completely bare from the waist down. She felt oddly conscious as this was a very vulnerable position. He could see everything.

"I'm sorry." She cried, gripping the edges of the desk. The throbbing in her clit was becoming uncomfortable. "Fuck me, please Michael."

"Shh," She felt his breath on the back of her neck and the skin prickled. "How much do you want my cock?"

Through her embarrassment, she forced out the words. "So much. I want you inside me."

"Beg me. Beg him to fuck you." He said huskily.

Quinn was way beyond any embarrassment at this point. The throbbing in her pussy wasn't going to relieve itself. "Please. I beg you, fuck me. Please. Oh God."

"That's it, baby." He groaned and she felt him at her entrance, hard and hot. "That's fucking it."

When he pushed in, she winced. Even though she was wet and ready, he was too big. She held her breath as he pushed slowly into her, the pain dulling after a few seconds.

"Are you okay? You're so tight." He asked breathlessly.

"Yeah. Just hold still for a minute." She replied, focusing on her breathing. Shit. She hadn't expected it to hurt at all. Why hadn't she bought a dildo yet? Might've helped.

"Okay. Move please."

He started to move back and forth and when the pleasure started to kick in, Quinn was so close to losing her mind. Oh, it felt so good. Better than anything. Especially better than the trash dick she'd taken in college.

"Tell me if it hurts, alright?" He said with a moan.

She nodded, crying out when he hit a spot that made her see stars. The thought that he cared whether he hurt her made it more special.

Then all she could feel was this mind-blowing sensation that left her a quivering mess and all coherent thought flew out the window. "Please, Michael."

He was hard and pulsing inside her, she could feel it. Her pussy wrapped comfortably around him and with each thrust of his waist, his groans of pleasure filled her ear, making her want even more.

One time wouldn't be enough. Not two, not even three, she realized with new abashed dread. She told herself she would deal with it later. For now, she wanted to enjoy this.

"Oh God." She moaned. She'd never been taken from the back before. Her friends had always said it was their best sexual position and she'd have said the same if she had actually tried others.

"This pussy is my haven. Fucking good." She heard him grunt. A hand was on her neck, holding her down as he ploughed into her from behind.

The tightness in her stomach became tighter. She'd never had an orgasm from penetrative sex. Michael was driving her to the cliff with every thrust, slowly and slowly. She followed him shamelessly, letting him lead.

"I'm co—" She cried. When they got to the edge, he held her there for as long as he could with a laugh, and not long after, she was falling.

Her body shook sporadically, and her hips buckled against the desk. The fall was a long and hard one and by the time she reached ground surface, she was spent.

Michael's thrusts increased. He pounded into her mercilessly and then he was buckling against her. He pulled out, splattering his hot seed on her ass with a loud groan and closed eyes.

"Holy fuck." He muttered, opening his eyes. "Holy shit."

Quinn was too tired to speak or move. He probably understood that because he walked away from her. When he returned, he had some wipes in his hand. He wiped her carefully and the thought that it was not his first time doing this left a bitter taste in her mouth. She forced her thoughts somewhere else, watching as he used a wipe on himself.

"Thank you." She whispered as he walked away again. He reappeared and placing on arm under her knee and another at her back, he lifted her in his arms. Quinn hadn't known he had a sofa in his office until she placed her down on one.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, sitting next to her as he cupped a cheek in one hand. "I'm sorry if I did."

"No, you didn't." She assured him with a small smile.

"Are you tired? You look tired." His thumb massaged her skin gently. It felt weirdly intimate.

"A little."

Her eyes were closing. Her body felt like sandpaper. Who knew having sex knocked the strength right out of a person?

The look in his eyes warmed her heart. He looked genuinely concerned about her. She told her stupid heart not to be deceived. Nothing would come of it. It was a dangerous game they were playing. Michael was, if not New York's biggest playboy. It was a dead end.

Why then, as she drifted off, did she realize that she liked him?