Crossing the Line (18 page)

“Amelie,” he whispers, finally placing his
hands on my hips, running them lightly down and over my butt. He’s also got
another thing coming if he thinks he’s going in there. Apparently it’s
enjoyable. I’m not convinced.

His hands find the bottom of my skirt, and
he pulls it up. I squirm, feeling both beyond turned on and vulnerable at the
same time. I want to hide away, but he presses his still covered erection
against me, and I feel a thrill go through me that I can do that to him –
just by bending over!

I grip the edge of the desk as he moves
again. I don’t look back; it’s somehow hotter not knowing what he’s doing. When
I hear something drop to the floor, and then a ripping sound all the air leaves
my lungs – his boxers are off and a condom is on.

I’m panting as his hands place back on my
hips. This time I know he’s armed! He rubs his cock against my folds, teasing,
and I gasp, tilting my head back. “Aden,” I moan breathlessly, pushing back. He
enters me a centimetre but pulls back quickly. “What’re you waiting for?” I
growl.

He chuckles and his voice is hoarse. He
sounds as turned on as I am so why is he waiting? I’m like a coil, wound tight
and ready to spring, and he’s playing games. “I love it when you’re like this.”

“What, unsatisfied?” The words barely leave
my mouth before he plunges deep inside me.
Fuck.
I cry out. That wasn’t the right thing to say, or maybe it was.

He grips hold of me tight and slams into me
relentlessly. I push back, and my body is pure sensation. He’s deeper with this
position, and it’s maddening. His breathing is harsher, matching mine. I moan
as he tilts his hips back slightly and the angle makes him hit something inside
me that causes my toes to curl, and my body to tighten so deliciously I never
want him to stop.

“You’re so hot,” he growls, leaning over me
and unbuttoning my blouse. His hand slips into my bra and he tugs my nipple,
breathing loudly in my ear. Hearing how turned on he is makes my knees weaken.

“Aden,” I whimper, pressing my forehead to
the table and biting my lip to try to absorb some of the pleasure. I feel his
desperation in every wild, needy thrust, and it’s the first time I feel like he
needs me. I love it. I love him, and I love how he makes me feel.

Shit this isn’t going to take long at all.
Every muscle in my groin clenches around him. My pulse raves. I pant harder,
faster as he pushes me towards that familiar flying feeling I get right before
I erupt. “Aden,” I hiss, and my mind goes blank. When he’s inside me everything
else disappears. He makes me forget everything and all that matters is us.

“Fuck, Millie!” That’s my undoing. I come
explosively, crying out his name, and he follows right after, pressing himself
into me as deep as he’ll go and stilling.

“So what were you doing with the
confidential files anyway?” he asks as he slips out of me. We’re really back to
the day so quickly?

I turn, pulling my skirt down as he pulls
off the condom and throws it in the bin. He looks up with a satisfied but still
hungry smile, and I just worry that he won’t change that bin liner before the
cleaners come.

“I wasn’t planning on posting the
information on Facebook, Aden. I don’t know a lot about how things are done
here. I just wanted to understand how things work.”

He pulls on his boxers and trousers. “It’s
not a problem, but you need to keep the door closed when you look through that
stuff. Why do you think it’s kept in a
locked
cabinet?”

“Yeah, okay. Sorry.”

He shakes his head and sits on the desk.
He’s right beside me and smiling as if he’s just won the lottery. “It’s fine.
I’m glad you’re making the effort to get to grips with all aspects of the
business. You should know all this stuff.”

“Why do you keep these?” I ask, pointing to
the rejected file.

“So we know who we’ve rejected and why.”

“Would you turn someone down if they
submitted again?”

“That depends. If they’ve improved and
worked on the things needed to, I might give them a chance.”

“It’s a pretty mean business.”

He shrugs. “It’s also makes people’s dreams
come true.”

“Corny.”

“But true. So, anything else you want to
know?”

“Everything.”

He gets up and takes my hand, pulling me
around the desk. We sit down, and I go for my own chair but he pulls me on his
lap, resting his chin on my shoulder, kissing my hair and inhaling. I look at
the screen so he won’t see my massive smile. “Sit with me today and see what
happens.” With you or on you? “Samia will be in soon with today’s
post; there’ll probably be a few submissions there, but first we need to
go through my emails.” He scrunches his nose up.

“You don’t like that?”

He kisses my shoulder and replies, “I don’t
like the volume. I get more and more every day, and I don’t like to leave the
less idiotic ones without a reply. I think I’ll have to make a couple admin
positions soon.” He should; he’s been doing so much himself.

“Wait Samia is due in any minute, and you
didn’t think to lock the door?” My eyes widen. She could have caught us!

“She always knocks.”

“Oh well that’s okay then! Jesus she could
have seen us at it on your desk.”

“Amelie, I’ve lost count of the amount of
times we’ve had sex in my office, and this is the first time you’ve said
anything about being caught.”

“Yes but you’ve never been expecting anyone
before!” He laughs. Laughs as if I’m the one being silly! I take a deep breath,
discouraged. “Alright just show me how your empire runs and maybe throw
something over that condom.”

He picks out a wad of tissue from a box in
his drawer and dumps it in the bin. “Satisfied now?” Oh you have no idea. I
press my legs together to stop the throbbing between my legs as I think about
what we were doing just few minutes ago. “I’ll empty it in a minute anyway.
Kiss me.” I do.

After a couple hours of listening to
submission tapes and dealing with the endless emails, I’m exhausted and in need
of a break. I’m back on my own chair because I’m really trying to concentrate
and take all of this in and his constant neck and shoulder kisses were very
distracting.

Aden is beaming. If I’d known how happy it
would make him that I took an added interest in the whole business rather than
just my job, I’d have done it sooner. I love to see him smile and talk so
passionately his whole face lights up.

“You ready to stop for lunch?” he asks,
swivelling his chair to face me.

I nod. My stomach is craving food, and I’m
starting to feel a little delicate from drinking last night again. “Yes. What
do you fancy?”

He narrows his eyes playfully and then he
raises one eyebrow. “You.”

“Good one, Aden. What do you want to eat?”
His smirk widens and he grabs my chair, pulling me closer to him. His breath
blows across my face, making my heart skip a beat. I gulp as everything south
jumps to attention.

“Remove your skirt. Now,” he grows. His
voice is thick with lust and sends a volt of electricity straight down south.
My stomach does a flip. I immediately stand and yank the skirt down, stepping
out of it.

Aden drops from his chair in front of me,
gulps and runs his hands up the outside of my thighs. I close my eyes as his
fingertips glide over my skin. This is too much already. Just knowing what he’s
going to do is enough to get my pulse racing.

He groans, hooks his fingers over my thong
and slowly slides it down. I keep my eyes closed, and his touch is magnified.
My inner walls clench. What’s taking him so long? His lips brush the inside of
my leg, and I gasp. The soft trail of kisses continues until he reaches the top
of my legs. I grip his shoulders and bite my lip, stifling a moan. I know what
he’s about to do, and the waiting is killing me.

His tongue is suddenly on me and he flicks
my clitoris a few times before slowing down and circling. My toes curl, and I
grip his hair with one hand and the other on the desk. I’m pretty sure when I
come my legs are going to give out.

His hand leaves my thigh, and I feel his
finger parting my folds as his tongue continues it relentless torture. My mouth
falls open, and I thrust my hips to his rhythm, wanting, needing more. He knows
I’m close he slips finger inside me, curling it, finding the right spot. My
fingers tug harder at his hair.

“Aden,” I pant and squeeze my eyes closed,
arching my back. He flattens his tongue, grinding it against me hard, and I
come in a rush, calling out his name. “Jesus,” I hiss as he kisses the inside
of my thigh and slips his finger out. Wow.

Aden stands, pulling me with him and wraps
his arms around me. If he wasn’t holding me, I’m sure my legs would have given
out by now. I kiss his neck. “You should do that every hour.”

He chuckles, and it’s strained. “Yeah?” I
would love that. “Food or can I have my wicked way with you now?”

I pull back and smiled as I reach down for
his belt. He groans. “I’m going to have my wicked way with you. Sit down, Mr
Ford.” I give him no time to sit; instead I push him back onto his posh leather
chair. His lips part and he hisses through his teeth.

“You’re going to-”

“Make you come with my mouth, yes.” I drop
to my knees and take him in my mouth. He groans, tilting his hips. He is first
man in my blowjob history that I like the taste of. Now I’m not about to demand
an ice cream in the flavour, but it’s not at all unpleasant. Maybe because I
love him, I don’t know.

“Shit, Millie.” His groan of pleasure spurs
me on, and I suck harder. He’s panting harshly as his hand finds my hair and he
gives it a little tug. It’s hot. I stop sucking and lick from base to tip,
flicking my tongue over his head, which makes him hiss fuck.

I love it, making him feel like that,
watching him come undone as he fights not to let go too quickly. “Stop,” he
barks and lifts me up. I have no time to react before he pushes me against the
wall behind us and clamps his mouth over mine. I taste us both and throb at how
erotic it is.

My underwear is shoved aside, and he pushes
into me suddenly. I wrap my legs around his waist a moan into his shoulder as I
bite down. “I can’t get enough,” he whispers, banging me into he wall with each
sharp thrust. My lower back will ache tomorrow, but right now I don’t care.
He’s lost, and it’s so hot.

I tighten around him. Blood is scorching
hot and screaming through my veins. I have never wanted anyone more than I want
him. I know we’re at the beginning of our relationship, but I hope this level
of need never ends.

“Aden, please,” I say, whimpering as a
wildfire spreads through my whole body. His fingers dig into my skin the way I
love so much and he grunts, thrusting harder and deeper. I erupt, clinging to
him and calling out his name. He follows, slamming his mouth on mine and
kissing me hard.

I’m curled in Aden’s naked lap, smiling
contently. “You’re very distracting, Amelie. I’ve been wanting to do that all
morning.”

“You can do that anytime. I
really
don’t mind.”

His chest rocks me as he chuckles. “Which
part?”

Hmm his mouth or him being inside me?
“Both,” I reply.

“I thought so.” He shifts and I take the
hint, sitting up. “Lunch now?”

I nod eagerly. All the activity has made me
so hungry that my stomach is practically eating itself, but my legs feel like
jelly, and I’m not sure if I can walk without it looking like I’ve just been
fucked. And the just fucked walk is too similar to the I’ve really gotta go
walk.

We pull up at Aden’s so I can pick my car
up. “You want to stay tonight?” he asks.

“I want to, but I shouldn’t.” I’m already
going to get a million questions from Isabel. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” His
biteable bottom lip sticks out in a pout.

“Stay, Millie. Please.”

I love that he doesn’t want me to leave.
It’s nice to know he feels the same way I do. Those women that want to be
around their boyfriend all the time used to annoy me. Now I know how it
feels. “You not had enough of me yet?”

He shakes his head slowly, undressing me
with his eyes. “No. I need more.”

Wow, he needs more. I blink in shock for a
second. I don’t think anyone has ever needed or wanted more time with me
before. I squirm under that gaze that I know means I’m going to make you come
so hard you forget your own name.

I lick my lips. “Okay.”

A perfect, genuine smile creeps over his
face, and I melt. As much as I love his smirk and that cheeky grin, I love his
proper smile more. “Good. Come on I’ll order us some dinner and we can watch a
film.” Watch a film? Is that code for putting the TV on, so we don’t feel like
sex maniacs while we do it on the sofa or does he really just want to watch
something?

After inhaling Chinese food Aden leaves me
sitting on the sofa to find a film. He has Netflix and Sky Movies so why is he
going out to find a DVD? Unless there is no DVD and he’s planning on surprising
me naked? I bet he’s chuckling to himself while he undresses, thinking about
seeing my shocked face.