Nice and gentle

“Let's start this nice and gentle, Angel.” I take her hand in mine and lead her to my chair. “Come sit on my lap and start with some kissing.” To my surprise she pulls her hand out of mine and moves to the other side of the desk.

“Sir, I'm so sorry about losing the Thomas file.” She somehow remembers the name from the Harlequin, and I have to wonder how many times she read these pages from the romance novel. “I want you to know that I'll do anything to make it up to you.” She really does look for all the world like a sexy secretary any boss would want to take advantage of.

“Come here, Miss Miller.” I order firmly, and when she is standing by my side I sweep her onto my lap as she squeaks in surprise. “When my personal assistants make a mistake this serious, I have them apologize in a very personal way.” I love the feeling of her squirming on my lap, with her glasses and hair in a bun she looks a little aloof, but I know the passion that lies just beneath her cool façade.

“Mr. Patterson, Sir,” Alison gasps in mock surprise, “what do you mean by that, what would I have to do?” I answer her by pressing my lips to hers and giving her a long deep kiss. She is still squirming when I finally pull away, but this time she looks like she is trying to rub herself all over me like a cat in heat. “I really am sorry abou -” I cut off her apology with another kiss, but this time I lift her to the desk and pull up her skirt. The warm bare skin on her thigh just above the stockings I bought for her is as sexy as I hoped.

“Sir!” Alison pulls away from my kiss breathing heavily and pulls at my wrist in an attempt to pull down her skirt, “your hand ... please, I'm not that kind of girl.”

“Shhh,” I murmur softly, “How old are you really, Miss Miller? Your firm tits and legs feel like a teenager's, and your ass is a toned as a star high school volleyball player's.” I love the way her eyes widen at my crude assessment of her toned body. “Your resume has eight years of experience listed,” I tell her, “But for that to be true you must have started working when you were twelve years old.” Alison stiffens in my arms, and I see her imagining herself in the heroine's shoes.

“You know ...” the words hang in the office like the last resonant tones of a bell. “Are you going to fire me?”

“Almost certainly ... unless,” I pause for dramatic effect, “unless I get a complete and heartfelt apology that satisfies me in every way.”

“You want to make love to me?”

“No, Miss Miller.” I laugh easily, “I want to fuck you. I want to feel this firm young body of yours wiggling under mine as I fill you with my cock.”

“But, Sir, I'm still a virgin.” She does look young and sweet enough to be the innocent heroine of a paperback romance, “No man has even seen my body, and certainly not done that!”

“This is even better than I hoped for,” I chuckle again and pull her tighter against my body, “don't worry. I'll be gentle.”

“I can't.” She whispers even as her arms encircle my neck, “It wouldn't be right...”

“The way I see it, Miss Miller,” I tell her even as my free hand starts to pull her blouse free of the waistband, “you don't really have much of a choice.”

“I can lodge a complaint with Human Resources.” She hesitates for a second, “They'd believe me?” I laugh at the way her mind works and decide to add a little twist to her fantasy.

“I'm sure Ms. Wilson would,” by now my hand is under her blouse and making its way up her ribs, “I had her in a similar position just last year. She'll believe you - she just won't help.” Thankfully the bra is flexible enough that it easily pushes up and Alison gasps in pleasure as I cup her warm flesh and squeeze softly. “Oh, and think twice about going to the police, they know better than to take on someone as well-connected as me.”

“I have ****.” For the first time Alison's role-playing is off because she no longer looks even in the least bit **** or innocent. Her mouth lowers to mine for a short kiss before pulling away, “I have to let you take me, and there's nothing I can do to stop you.” When she feels me lifting her blouse her arms obediently rise over her head to ease the removal of her top and bra, her tits are as perfect as I remember them and I bury my face between the soft mounds as she clings to my head. “In the Harlequin, Mr. P, the Billionaire doesn't do this until he gets her to his bed, Mr. P.” She moans, arching her back when I take one of her small pink nipples into my mouth, “are you going to wait too, or are you going to fuck your innocent secretary right here on your desk?”