john who’s trying his hardest to ignore the way he feels towards you, his little assistant. always sat at your computer typing away.
it’s hard to ignore you when he’s towering over you. able to sneak a peek down your not fully buttoned up shirt and watch the way your eyes gloss as you stare up at him.
he can’t ignore the way you waltz into his office like you own the place, pretending like the door between your allocated stations didn’t exist. asking him personal questions and blurring the lines between employee and employer, then swaying your hips in that black pencil skirt as you head back to your desk.
no he can’t acknowledge when you bring him sweet treats from your trips to the near bakery and how you were the only one who knew how to make his coffee right. you were such a sweet girl.
every now and then he would force himself to remember his position of power and how you were just being a good secretary. nothing more nothing less.
but all that rational goes away one day when you barge into his office and sit on his mahogany desk; while bragging about how a woman at coffee shop complimented your hair. all of this added with you absentmindedly sucking creme, from your lunch off your finger. fuck he couldn’t do this anymore.
before you know it his lips are pressed against yours, as he hikes up your skirt and positions himself between your thighs. gripping your fat and grinding his bulge between your legs. the kiss was hot, sloppy and fuelled by sexual tension that had been brewing beneath the surface for months.
swiping his index and middle finger across the fresh pastry, then sliding them into your mouth. focusing on the feel of your tongue caressing his rough fingers and the look of your lips wrapped around them. fuck you really needed this from him didn’t you.
“mmm keep sucking, that’s a good girl... i’ll give you something bigger to suck on later.”
this shouldn’t be happening but fuck it, it can’t be helped.