EroticReverie

“Oh. Fuck.” The words hardly audible as I walk into the room for the “welcome” class for my new job. 

The room has a bunch of long desks with two chairs at each and there’s a little less than a dozen other interns sitting spaced around the room. 

But that’s not what has my eyes wide and my jaw lowered. It’s the Lance Gross lookalike , standing at the front of the room. Except where Lance Had those nice brown eyes, this man had light green , and those eyes were looking right at me. His own brows rising in slight amusement as he hides a small smirk at the predicament were in. 

He’s wearing a three piece dark navy suit and god, I can smell that cologne thats still on my sheets from here.  Okay. Maybe not really. But I can still smell it. Whether it’s my imagination or not. 

I take a short breath and break eye contact as I look sheepishly around the room.  All the other interns with lap tops set up , taking out their things and setting up. The only free table without anyone at it.  Is one at the front. And I could sit next to someone. Sure. But it was clear that everyone was sitting one to a table and I didn’t want to force myself in someone else’s space if it wasn’t wanted. 

So I tuck my hair behind my ear as I walk to the front of the room and set down my laptop bag and my small purse and then take a seat. 

I was wearing a high waisted black pencil skirt , with my long sleeved white blouse with small black polka dots tucked in and nude sheer stocking with new shiny black pumps. 

I felt like I couldn’t breathe and felt myself start to sweat. Forcing myself to take a few calming breaths. 

I lift my eyes and feel those breaths wasted as I just start to sweat again as I find his eyes still on me. 

Marcus Carter. 

Of course. Of course he was THE Marcus Carter of Carter and Carter Advertising. Why wouldn’t he be? Why wouldn’t the guy I had a one night stand with two nights ago be the ceo and marketing executive of the place I’d found my internship at. 

I watch his eyes flick down to the floor under the desk and I know he’s looking at my legs. He’d spent a good amount of time with his hands and mouth all over them. He’d told me I had the best legs. Told me that my thighs were “hot as fuck” each time he dug his fingers into them while he fucked me like he was the CEO of sex itself. Like he’d fucking created it. Of course the sex god I’d had the absolute BEST sex of my life with was my new boss. Of course of course of course. 

I do my best to remain as calm and casual as I can through the orientation and welcoming that he gives along with the woman I’d had my interview with.  Grace. 

When it’s time to take a break and everyone leaves to either smoke or get a drink or a snack. I try to quickly leave the room. 

“Miss Kennedy” his voice stops me and I look up and pull my purse to my shoulder. 

“Y-yes” I say and then clear my throat. “Yes sir?” I ask more clearly , more steadily. 

He takes two fingers and with his palm facing up, pulls his fingers towards himself and fuck if it doesn’t make my gspot recall just what those fingers could do. 

Grace is already walking out , the rest of the room cleared out as I walk over and stand opposite the long table at the front that he stands behind, looking down as he shuffles some papers around. 

I stand there a moment, then another moment.

“Sir?” I ask. Pretending like I don’t know his name. 

The small quirk of his lips , amused by my nervousness makes me want to huff and tell him to stop playing with me. 

“I suppose sir is appropriate” he says. Then looks up and smiles. 

“Can’t call me daddy here can you?” He says quietly and his voice is like velvet raking it’s way down my body. Making every nerve ending tingle. 

My cheeks heat and he licks his lips as he lets his eyes fall down over me. 

I was done pretending to be aloof. It was clear that he wasn’t going to put any effort into acting like we didn’t fuck each other’s brains out forty eight hours ago. 

“I suppose not.” I say and then shift my weight to one leg and cross my arms. And his lips tug a bit more at my stance. Clearly ready to play his little game. 

“And I suppose it wouldn’t be appropriate for you to call me a hot fucking bitch , or a dirty girl would it ?” I say and he grins now. Fully. 

“Oh. I still plan on calling you that.” He says and licks his lips. 

My arms fall and I want to climb over this fucking table. Grab his tie and pull his hot mouth to mine and get fucked like the dirty girl I was for him two nights ago. 

“Did you know?” I ask. 

His brow lifts. “Know what?”

I sigh and then gesture between us. 

“This.  That when you were inside me I’d be sitting in front of you two days later with you as my boss.” I ask. 

He lets out a little laugh. 

“You think I stalked all the new interns. Found a name I liked best and said hmmm, I think I’ll fuck her just so I can watch her squirm in front of me?” He asks , clearly amused. 

“Watch her legs press together under the table while I fight the fucking erection that was threatening the second I saw you walk in?” He asks and then crosses his arms. 

I sigh. “I don’t know. It’s just…it’s a small world. Just didn’t think it was this small.” I say and he smiles. 

We stand there a moment and then he pulls out his phone and slides it across the table. 

“You never gave me your number. “ he says and nods to his phone and I just stare at it. 

“It’s on my application.” I say and he smirks. Fighting back a larger smile as he studies me. 

“I’d rather you give it to me.” He says. 

I chew my lip looking at him and then back at his phone. 

“Why? We clearly can’t do…what we did…again” I say. 

“Yes we can. And we will.” He says and I gawk at him. At his assumption that I won’t tell him no. At the fact he wants to do it again even knowing I now work for him. 

“Put your number in the phone Miss Kennedy” he smirks. 

I roll my eyes and sigh and then pick up the phone and add my name to his contacts. Then set his phone down and I watch as he picks it up his brows moving inward as he scrolls

Up and down.

“What did you put it under? Skye or Kennedy?” He asks. 

I lean over the table and reach up as he lowers his phone and I scroll up and to the D section in his contacts and I point to it. A small laugh coming from his mouth and he grins at his phone. 

“Dirty girl.  Nice” he says and then puts his phone back in his pocket. 

I lick my lips as the tension between us grows. 

“Is dirty girl busy tonight?” He asks and I swallow and pull back and stand up straight. 

“You can’t honestly mean to keep this up. You’re my boss” I say. 

“I most definitely plan on keeping this up. Cause you’re keeping my dick up in that tight fucking skirt” he says and I swallow. My nipples pinching in my bra and I bite my lip. 

“We can’t” I say. 

“Says you.” He says and then walks around the desk and I take a shaky breath as he walks to me and his hand lifts to my thigh on the side and I look down to my side where he rubs it and then his hand slips behind me, and he grabs my ass. 

“Have dinner with me” he says and pulls me in closer and I inhale sharply as he pulls me against his body and I look around the still empty room. To the door and god if anyone came in. They’d see me pressed to him , thinking I was already trying to fuck my way to the top of the intern list. Trying to fuck my way into a spot with the company on day one. 

“I…we can’t” I say. 

“We can’t have dinner?” He asks cocking his brow and his hand squeezes my ass. 

“Or I can’t bring you home and make you call me daddy afterward?” He asks with a playful grin. 

“Both!” I whisper yell at him. 

“But I want to eat dinner with you.” He says and his hand slides up to my lower back and he leans down , his mouth to my ear. 

“Then I wanna have those thighs wrapped around my head while I lick nice and slow between your legs, tease you real good, and take my time making you beg for this dick again” he says and I whimper.

“Have dinner with me Skye” he says and I let out a slight moan as his hand slides back down over my ass. 

“Let me take you out and then take this tight little skirt off and make you be my dirty girl” he says and I curse my breath shaking. 

“Fine” I say surrendering and he groans. 

Grabbing my hand he places it on his pants, right over his cock. Pressing my hand into it. 

“Remember how good this felt inside you?” He asks quietly. 

I inhale unevenly and nod as I exhale with his mouth still near my ear. 

“Remember how it fucked you when you think about ignoring my call later. If you cancel on me, I will bend you over this desk tomorrow and spank that fucking ass of yours in front of all of your new colleagues.” He says and I whimper. 

“Now call me daddy and give me a kiss” he whispers. 

I was so weak. So fucking pathetic. 

“Daddy” I whimper quietly making him groan and he nudged his nose against my cheek and then moves his mouth to mine and greedily snatches his kiss. My mouth pressing to his with purpose and I let my hand rub his dick through his suit pants and he groans , his hands lifting to my face as he tilts my head back and plunges his tongue into my mouth making me breathe heavily. Making my hand grip him through his pants. 

He breaks the kiss. His breathing as intense as mine. 

“Go sit that ass down dirty girl, before you get us caught” he says and I whimper and my hand still rubs his cock. He grins. 

“Skye” he warns. 

“Fuck you” I whisper and hate how damn hot he is and he grins. 

“Kiss me” I moan and he smiles. Leaning down again he brushes his lips teasingly over mine and I nip his full lower lip and he groans. 

“I’m so wet” I whimper and he groans.

“You wanna get fucked?” He asks. 

“Yes” I breathe. 

He groans and then pulls back. 

He grabs a piece of paper. Writes a note and then nods to the door. 

“Follow me”