Take a Peek:
“What?” It was the manliest shriek I had ever heard. “I am not gay!”
“Sorry.” He had made me so upset that I hadn’t considered his feelings about his sexuality. A lot of people still weren’t out in the open because of all the negativity around it. “It’s okay. I won’t tell Daniel. I have lots of gay friends. Your secret is safe with me.”
“I. Am. Not. Gay!” He pushed back from his desk with too much force and the chair tipped back landing him and the chair onto their backs.
“Oh my god. Are you okay?” I asked running around the desk and dropping down to my knees beside him. He was still sitting in his tipped over chair. His eyes were closed.
“I am not gay,” he muttered.
“I won’t bring it up again. Promise.” I held up three fingers in scout’s honor but his eyes were still closed. “Are you okay?”
“No. I’m not okay.”
“Are you bleeding?” My hand began patting over him checking for blood. One of his large hands caught my wrist sending a sensation throughout my core. I bit back a moan that shouldn’t have formed to begin with.
“I’m not gay.” His eyes opened slowly.
“I told you. I won’t tell a soul. Nor will I mention it again. Promise.”
“Jacqueline was it?” I nodded. “I assure you. There isn’t a gay bone in my body.”
“Whatever you say.” He needed to focus on treating his injuries and not worry about giving me excuses about his sexuality. “Do you want me to go grab some ice?”
“You really don’t listen do you?” His hand let go of my wrist and before I could take my next breath, he was sitting up and had an arm around my waist. His body was warm against my bare arms. I could feel his heartbeat pounding against my breasts which were pressed against his chest.
“Um…” My brain couldn’t function properly. Even if I had wanted it to.
“I will give you one warning, Jacqueline,” he said huskily with my name lingering on his tongue. “Call me gay one more time and I’m going to prove to you just how gay I am. Understood?”
“Warning?” My words came out hushed.
“Yes. Warning. One to be exact. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Mmm,” I moaned and sunk my top teeth into my lower lip to keep the moan from getting any louder. Gay or not. The thought of him fucking me turned me on to no end.
“Jacqueline,” he warned reminding me that I was here for business not pleasure.
“Right,” I cleared my throat and tried to stand. His arm was still around my waist. I looked up at him. “Going to let me go? Or am I stuck with you?”
“Haven’t decided yet,” he smirked. Without a second thought, my head leaned forward and against his chest. The moan I thought was at bay, escaped at his words– ‘Haven’t decided yet’. If he kept this up, I was going to decide for him.
It had been over a month since I had sex. A month too long. My body was spooled up tight and there was only so much battery operated boyfriends could do for a lady.
“Maybe I should go.” Before I get fired. I thought.
“Why’s that?”
“You wanted me to. And I’m pretty sure fucking you, in the middle of your office, is grounds for me to be terminated.”
“Only if you tell.” I pulled my head back and looked up at him. He was looking down at me like a wolf would look at its prey. I could only hope the wolf was ready to eat. “Do you want me to show you just how gay I am?”
“Yes,” I breathed with no rationality in sight. ‘Go big or go home,’ they say.
With one swift move, he had me up and bent over the desk. My breasts pressed against the smooth, wooden surface. My knee length dress was now up around my waist revealing my black lacy thong and upper thigh pink bow tattoos.
“Mmm. Absolutely beautiful.” His large, callused hand ran across one side of my ass to the other. My pussy throbbed hard, my back arched and I moaned against the desk. “Do I need to be gentle with you, Jacqueline?”
“No.” Gentle was the last thing I wanted. I needed raw, steamy sex with my screams echoing throughout the entire house. Sex so hard that every piece of furniture would be left in shambles. And we would both be laid out on the floor panting covered in sweat.
“Are you sure?”
“You talk too much,” I groaned looking over my shoulder at him. He was giving me his predator-like gaze again.
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