Warnings: hickeys, office sex, 2 year age gap,
Clayton Beresford, the most richest man in Manhattan was your boss. The young powerful CEO is the one who caught your eye.
You adored him, his charming smile, beautiful blue eyes and his dirty blonde curls you wish you could run your fingers through. He was also close in age as you were 20 and he is 22.
You had been working there for almost a year. You did your best to be the favorite at your job so he can praise you at how well you do your job as his personal assistant.
You made sure everything was perfect for him, down to the slightest detail. You never had sick days or personal days because you loved seeing him, for he was the one who made your day a million times better with just his presence.
Today was special, is what he had said to you the day prior. For what reason? You have no clue, he only told you to go to his office once it was time to clock out. And you did just that, walking to his office, a light knock on his door as you wait. "Come in" you hear his thick, nice cozy voice.
You walk in, him sizing you up, staring at you appreciatively. "You are aware I'm not blind, is that correct y/n?" He says firmly.
You heart beat quickens, did he catch on? "I'm not sure i understand what you are saying sir" you speak quietly.
He gets up, walking behind you. You feel his warmth, his chest almost pressed on your back.
You shiver as he brings his hand on your shoulder. "I see you staring at me. You practically undress me with your eyes. Are you aware you aren't as subtle as you thought?" He whispers in your ear.
You feel your core throb at his words, squeezing your thighs together as tightly as you can. He notices your attempt to hide your arousal, his arm trailing down to your side and to your thighs. "No no, legs apart" his hand spreads your thighs apart.
You gasp at his touch, your breath hitching. "Now, I hope you know the feeling is mutual Y/N" He kisses your neck.
Your face burns at his kisses, moving your neck more to the side to give him access. He takes the invitation and sucks on some spots of your neck lightly, leaving faint marks.
"Clayton-" he stops, now turning your head lightly so he can get a good look at you. "Yes? I thought you liked this, me. Is there an issue here?" He spoke softly yet his voice was still thick with lust.
"Never mind. I was just taken back a little" you chuckle breathlessly. "I'm not doing no harm OK? Trust me" he resumes back to leaving marks on your neck and some of your collarbone.
"You're too quiet, let's change that shall we?" He picks you up, placing you on the desk, laying you back. You feel your skirt riding up, a cold wind blowing in between your legs.
"Just enjoy, ok?" He takes your lips in a passionate kiss, pushing your skirt up and moving your panties to the side.
He quickly unzips and takes out his leaky cock, pressing just the tip. You squirm, trying to move your hips. "Uh, I didn't say you can do all that, now did i?" He chuckles, teasing you.
He finally sinks in fully, his cock stretching you beautifully. He groans at the wetness and heat radiating off of you. "Fuck, you feel amazing. I should've done this since you first came here" He grunts in between words.
You feel his thickness splitting you open, something you have never felt before from any guy before. "Mr. Beresford, please, i-" then he cuts you off with a kiss. You can feel his tongue intertwining with yours in a messy kiss. He picks up his pace, pushing your legs more wider, lifting you a bit more off the desk.
You feel him way deeper than before with this angle. "MR. BERESFORD PLEASE! I'M GOING TO-" he cuts you off again, his middle and ring finger rubbing tight circles on your clit as he continues to pound you into his desk.
"That's my girl. You're doing so good for your boss, aren't you?" He grunts in your ear. You finally explode, his fingers and cock driving you to an insane climax. He follows right behind you with one last thrust. "I'm sorry sir" you look away sheepishly. He chuckles, pulling out slowly, both of your fluids seeping out of you.
"You have nothing to be sorry for" he grabs a tissue and cleans you up, then himself. You sit up, fixing your messy, wrinkled clothes, him tucking himself back in.
"I hope you know how to hide those hickeys" he traces the one on your neck with his finger. You're face reddens, now noticing the hickeys left on you. "My office is now strictly for us after hours y/n" He says as he fixes your blouse.
"Yes sir, I'll be here next time then. Goodnight sir" you finally walk out his office, content and nervous for what's to come next time you see him.
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