Office Sex: The Perfect Score (4 page)

            “I mean, it’s not unheard of, you know?  It doesn’t make you any less talented—you’ll still have to prove yourself on the stage or big screen in the end…it’s just a way of getting your foot in the door, so to speak…”

            Biting down on her bottom lip again, Jasmine sighs and turns to look over at him, shyly.

            “Well…what kind of offer would I be made…and what exactly would I have to do?”

           
Excellent
, Mark rejoices.

            Holding out a hand—palm up, Mark waits until Jasmine timidly reaches out to take it, and then stands to pull her up with him.  Placing his hands on her narrow waist, he squeezes a bit (making her jump and giggle as she blushes), and stares down into her eyes as he asks his next question.

            “What if you were just asked for a simple little kiss…would you feel uncomfortable with that?”

            Staring up at his lips, Jasmine seems caught in a trance as she slowly shakes her head.

            Grabbing the opportunity before it can slip away, Mark pulls her close to him and places a gentle kiss on her lips. 

Tasting the remnants of the strawberry lip-gloss she leaves behind as he pulls away, it takes all of his resolve not to dive in for another longer, deeper kiss so soon.

            “See?  Was that so hard to endure?”

            Still silent and subdued, Jasmine softly shakes her head again.

            Smiling down at her reassuringly, Mark sways with her a bit with his hands still placed above her hips, and is thrilled when Jasmine makes the next move to return his kiss.  Grabbing handfuls of his shirtsleeves, she leans up to him, and delivers a sweet kiss that ends with a delicious smacking sound.

            Dropping all delicateness, Mark raises a hand to find the back of her head as he licks at her strawberry flavored lips, and sucks on them desperately.  Opening her mouth to invite him in, they share an avid kiss that lasts for several minutes, and takes both their breaths away.

            When they part, Jasmine seems a bit faint, and Mark holds her close to steady her.

            “There we go,” he whispers.  “I’ve got you…”

            Breaking away only to take her hand and lead her over to a plush sofa to the left of his desk, he takes a seat before pulling her gently onto his lap.  With her legs placed together on one side of his, he stares up into her eyes, and strokes her beautiful face.

            “Is it so hard to imagine letting yourself give in to a little office romance?” he asks.  “I mean, who is it really hurting?  When two consenting adults decide to share themselves with one other…don’t both of them win?”

            Allowing a hand to gently run up and down her bare legs, Mark gently squeezes as he reaches Jasmine’s inner thighs.  Pulling her close to him, he allows her to rest her head on his shoulders as he slowly slides his reach up the skirt of her white sundress, and when his fingers realize she’s wearing nothing underneath, his eyebrows rise in complete surprise.

            Wasting no time, Jasmine stands—causing Mark’s hand to pull back, and when she twists her body to straddle his lap, his head spins.

            Cupping his face, Jasmine kisses him again while grinding down on his cock through the trousers he’s wearing.

            Her soft moans fill the room as he desperately grabs her ass and molds it in his hands.  While licking at her long neck, he slides a finger between her firm cheeks and finds the warm mound nestled below them.

            Her back arches as a finger slides itself inside, and Mark is simply delighted at how wet he’s made her little pussy. 

Gasping in his ear, she rises and falls on one finger and then two when he feels she’s ready. 

When he pulls down the thin straps of her dress in order to release her naked breasts, she cries out in shock and ecstasy as his lips find one pink nipple and then the other, nibbling and sucking as she continues to drench his fingers with her snug hole.

            Not wanting to make her cum so soon, he pulls his fingers out, and almost melts at the whimpers of protest that come from her.

            “Now now,” he chastises, bringing his fingers to his mouth in order to taste her.  Licking his lips and delighting in her sweet musky flavor, he whispers, “I have something even better for you to ride…”

            Standing again, on shaky legs, Jasmine watches as he unbuckles his pants, and eases up to pull them down to his ankles and kick them off before settling back again.

            Staring down in amazement at the awakened monster between Mark’s legs, Jasmine reaches out to grab him and stroke her warm hand up and down his length.

            It’s his turn to moan as she increases her speed, and when she suddenly stops, he grabs her by the waist to pull her down to him again.

            Another passionate kiss is shared between them as she teases his cock by rubbing against it with her plump inner lips, and as she moves to suck on Mark’s tongue in motions mimicking the way she rode his fingers, she rises on her knees which dig into the sofa around him, and takes him inside of her.

            They both break away to release their own separate cries of delight—hers mingled with the shock of being broken into by something much larger than a few fingers, and his from the sheer ecstasy of sliding into something so hot and wet.

            Mark is prepared to ask her if she’s alright, but she gives him no time to as she rises and falls again, while whispering,

            “
God,
yes!”

            Lifting her dress above her head, Mark tosses the garment aside as he devours her succulent body with his eyes as she rides him.

            The sight is amazing to behold.

            She’s the star of the show, first taking only a few inches of him as she bounces up and down on that capacity, and then sliding down to take him up to her hilt, grinding as she does.

            He curses as she squeezes her muscles around him, trying to milk his cock for all it’s worth.

            Refusing to cum this way, he stops her mid-stroke, and pulls her off of him.

            Confusion registers on her face for only a split second before he stands to join her and leads her over to his desk.

            Kissing her once more before turning her silky smooth body around, he bends her over the edge of his desk and comes up behind her.

            “You comfortable, sweetheart?” he asks.

            “Yes,” she whispers back. 

            “Good.”

            Taking his time to slide himself between her legs again, he throws his head back and closes his eyes as the majority of him disappears into her pussy once more.

            Whimpering onto the desk beneath her, Jasmine moans,

            “
Fuck
me, Mr. Peters—
fuck
me harder!”

            Riled by her dirty mouth, Mark grabs one of her long ponytails as he repeatedly slams into her pussy.

            Her shrieks fill the room, and he leans over her body to attempt to silence her with kisses as he continues to feed her little snatch as much as it can handle.

            “I’ve wanted this so badly,” she breathes between kisses.  “I’ve wanted you inside of me from the first day I met you.  I went home and
fucked
myself that night, wishing it was your cock…”

            Feeling her body stiffen from the oncoming threat an orgasm, Mark reaches underneath her to stroke her clit as he continues ramming with no mercy.

            “Oh my God,” she whispers, gasping violently as he rubs ferociously.  “Oh God…I’m…I’m
cumming
!”

            Quickening his pace, he almost loses consciousness when she grips him inside of her—squeezing and releasing repeatedly as she coats his cock with her juices, and he almost finds himself unable to pull out before releasing his seed all over the round globes of her ass, watching it spill down to coat the entire surface.

            Jasmine remains atop the desk, ass in the air and check pressed to the desk top, moaning and gasping at the aftershock she’s experiencing.

            Mark leaves her form for just a minute before returning with several napkins from his desk, and he cleans her off before pulling her up to wrap his arms around her still trembling body.

            “That was wonderful,” he whispers into her hair, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head.

            Jasmine moans in agreement.

            “I know this goes without saying, but this has to be kept between just the two of us…”

            Pulling away from him, Jasmine stares into his eyes and promises,

            “I’d never tell anyone, Mr. Peters.  I swear it…”

            “Good,” he smiles.  “And…I’d hate for this to be the last time we…ahem…
worked late
together…”

            Returning his devilish grin, Jasmine also swears,

            “It won’t be.  I want that again as many times as I can have it…”

            His sore cock jumping at the very thought, he nods, and brings his lips down to hers to seal their pact with a kiss.

            “And now, for my end of the bargain—I’m to have lunch with a very well-known casting director tomorrow.  He’s in the process of auditioning a few girls for an upcoming sitcom…he’s looking for shy, pretty, sexy…”

            “Oh my God,
yes
!” Jasmine cries, hopping up and down in front of him.  The movement causes her breasts to bounce merrily, and if Mark weren’t so spent, that would have readied him for round two.

            “Well then, young lady, I guess you’ll be joining us for lunch tomorrow, as my new assistant…”

            Grinning from ear-to-ear Jasmine hugs him to her again, and after one final hot-blooded kiss, he suggests they get dressed before anyone comes up to check on them.

            Moments later, a fully clothed Jasmine leaves with a grin after blowing a kiss in the air towards him.

            Mark catches it playfully, and whispers good night.

            Strolling over to his window, he stares up at the full moon hanging in the sky above.

            Grinning up at it, he realizes he’s done what he needed to do—he found his way out of potential misery.

Author’s Note

I sincerely hope this book gave you as much pleasure as I had writing it. Did you love it? Hate it? Just “meh?” Whatever your impression was, please leave me an honest review on Amazon.com so I may continue to deliver quality erotica to my readers. It only takes a minute of your time and would mean the world to me.

‘Til the next titillating fantasy,

Joan Michaels

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