My yoga class had run late that morning. Not having time to shower at the gym, I rushed to the office so I could use Marcus’s executive washroom to get ready. He was scheduled to be at a meeting first thing that morning nearly two hours away, which meant I had plenty of time to grab a quick shower, throw on some makeup and dry my hair.

It wouldn’t be the first time I used his bathroom since receiving permission two months ago.

I hustled past my desk, through Marcus’s office and into the bathroom. The white tiles gleamed under the lights, and I couldn’t wait to get under the hot spray.

Stripping down to my birthday suit, I turned the water on high and dug into my bag for my clothes while the room quickly filled with steam.

The water felt like heaven when I stepped into the shower stall. The pressure was so much better than my apartment building, and I relished every second of it.

Marcus’s body wash sat on the ledge of the shower so I reached for it, pouring the gel in my hands and rubbing it over my body. The scent surrounded me, making me think of sex and Marcus. My mind, of course, instantly connected the two.

I’d have given anything to have Marcus with me at that moment, his hands massaging my breasts rather than my own. Not having time to take care of the ache that particular line of thought always led to, I quickly finished washing up.

With my body clean, I rinsed the conditioner from my hair, lingering a few seconds longer than necessary, as I was enjoying the hot water pounding down on my tired muscles.

Knowing I needed to get out and get ready for work, I turned the water off and grabbed a white towel from the heated rack.

I had just stepped onto the mat outside the shower stall, scrunching my wet hair with the towel, when the door flew open. I glanced up to find Marcus standing there looking delicious in a pair of blue pinstripe pants and a white dress shirt.

His eyes did a slow sweep of my mostly exposed body. I dropped the towel to my side, letting him see all of me. His eyes fixated on my breasts as my nipples beaded in anticipation.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a gruff voice. His eyes never straying from my chest.

“Getting ready for work,” I answered matter-of-factly.

“In my bathroom.”

“You weren’t supposed to be here,” I reminded him.

“No. I wasn’t,” he murmured.

This inane conversation was doing nothing for me. I needed to move this along. Not only was I dripping water all over the place, but I wanted his restraint to snap already.

“Since you’re here, why don’t you help dry me off?”

I spun around so my ass was facing him and bent over to rub the towel over my leg. When I did, a low groan sounded behind me as he caught a glimpse of my swollen pussy. I stood back up and looked at him over my shoulder. “Well?”

“Fuck it,” he bit out right before he lunged at me.

The towel hit the floor and I found myself in his strong arms. His hands ran down my back to cup my ass before lifting me and setting me on the countertop.

His lips pressed to mine as his tongue delved into my mouth, tangling with my own. As he devoured me, I vaguely noted he tasted like mint.

My fingers worked at his belt buckle before unbuttoning his pants. My hands shook with excitement as I lowered his zipper and pushed the material over his extremely tight ass. The clinking of his metal belt buckle hitting the floor at his feet might have been the most erotic sound I had ever heard.

This was really happening.

When my fingers wrapped around his rather impressive erection, Marcus nipped my lip and groaned.

“Fuck me,” I whispered against his lips when he broke our kiss. His eyes pinched shut, as his forehead rested against mine. His brows furrowed with pleasure from my strokes.

Rather than answer me with words, his hands hooked behind my knees. I let out a gasp when he jerked my body to the edge of the granite and thrust himself inside of me with one slick move.

“God!” I cried out. His thrusts were punishing in their intensity. I had never been fucked quite so thoroughly before. His cock was brutal.

With his lower lip between his teeth, Marcus fucked me like a man possessed. Before I knew it, I was crying out, stuck on the edge and in need of release.

“Fuck, baby. I’ve wanted in this pussy for a long fucking time.” His whispered admission had me moaning.

“Marcus,” I pleaded.

“When we fuck, you call me sir. I love it when you do that. It makes me so fucking hard.”

“Oh, sir. Please,” I begged. His hand went between us, his thumb putting pressure on my clit and finally, blessedly, I came on a wail.

Marcus took me through my orgasm, only slightly slowing his thrusts on my way down. Once my pussy stopped milking him, he resumed his frantic pace and with a grunt he came inside me. His eyes locked with mine and his face twisted with pleasure.

“Fuck,” he breathed after several long moments where I ran my hand up and down his back.

“Yeah,” I concurred. That was one hell of a way to start the workday.

“I’ve tried like hell to stay away from you,” he muttered and then pulled out, leaving me sitting on the counter as he did up his clothes.

“Why?” I couldn’t not ask him. Staying away from me was the last thing I wanted him to do.

“Why have I tried to stay away from you?” he asked distractedly while zipping his pants.

“Yes.”

“You’re way too young. The way you strutted yourself in front of me, though, I had no hope. Your pussy is so damn tight. A man could become addicted to it.”

He leaned forward and nipped my bottom lip with his teeth. Just that little move made me want him again. It was amazing to me that could happen considering how hard I just came.

“I’ve wanted you too. I’ve fantasized about fucking you right here.” I didn’t bother to tell him that I actually fantasized about fucking him on every single surface in the whole office. He might think I was a psycho.

“Oh yeah?” He gave me a smirk and his green eyes twinkled mischievously. “What else have you fantasized about?”

His hands rested on either side of my body, caging me in as he waited for my answer.

“I’ve always wanted to get under your desk and suck you off while you’re on a call.”

“Mmm,” he hummed in his throat. “What else?”

“And then I sit on your stiff cock and fuck you while looking out over the city. Wondering if anyone can see my tits bouncing through the window as I ride you.”

“Well Ms. Morgan, we’ll have to see about making that particular fantasy come true. In the meantime, you just made my dick hard again. What are you going to do about it?”

Sliding off the sink to the floor, I pulled his pants back down, took out his cock and got down to showing him just what I could do.

THREE

“Amanda, can you come in here please?” Marcus’s disembodied voice came through the speaker on my phone.

“Yes, sir.”

“Bring a pad and pen with you,” he added.

“Yes, sir. Will we be doing dictation?” I emphasized the first syllable of the word dictation as heat spread through my body at the thought of being with him again.

“Yes. We’ll be seeing how well you follow instructions.” The line clicked signaling he had disconnected.

I pressed my thighs together while taking a deep breath to calm myself before jumping up from my chair. I rushed to the door, but just as I was about to open it, I remembered the paper and pen I was told to bring. Snatching them from the corner of my desk, I took another deep breath and opened the door to find Marcus sitting behind his desk looking like the master of his domain.

“Shut the door behind you,” he commanded and I did as I was told. “Now lock it.”

I reached behind myself and thumbed the lock. The click of it latching echoed throughout the silent room. The only other sound was that of the blood rushing through my ears.