DIRTY DESIRES: A Short Collections.

F**CKING MY BOSS 5

Derek's POV

I could feel Samantha's gaze following me as I headed towards the shelf where I kept my liquor. What a surprise it had been for me to see her walking into my office. After our shared passion last night, I'd been looking forward to seeing her again. Who knew that wish was going to be fulfilled so early?

“Care for a glass of wine?” I asked without turning.

“Yes, thank you,” she said from the sofa.

After careful consideration, I selected a bottle of wine from the shelf and two glasses. Filling both glasses, I set the bottle down on my desk and headed to join her on the sofa. Her gaze was fixed on mine as she received the glass of wine from me.

“Go on. Taste it,” I urged.

Her eyes fell to the glass in her hand and she stared at it for a few seconds before putting it to her lips. She started with a sip, then she went on to deplete the wine by half.

Humming in satisfaction, she held the glass up. “Damn. This is good.”

She sounded like a young girl that had just received a wonderful present. I let out an amused chuckle at the sight. “Château Margaux, 2015.”

Her eyes were bright with excitement when they met mine. The doubt that had been in them earlier had disappeared and in its place was a daring look that practically said, “I know your game, and I'll play it with you.”

“It's really good.” She put the glass to her lipstick covered lips again, taking it slower this time. “How did you get this? Doesn't look like something you can get in just any mall or store.”

I took a sip of my own wine before responding. “Good wine, just like good s*x, is very hard to come by. But it is usually worth the process. Once found, and tasted, it sets one on an insatiable quest for more.”

Her eyes dimmed a little. In a sultry voice, she said, “the wine or the s*x?”

“Both. Or what do you think?”

“I think…” she rose to her feet, emptying the rest of the wine into her mouth. “I think both are supposed to go hand in hand.”

I got up from the sofa too, but I placed my wine on the desk, rather than downing it. “I can make that work. You've gotten a firsthand taste of both, so you know what to expect.”

Setting her glass down on the table, she inched closer to me. The flicker of desire in her eyes caused a chain of reactions in my body that ended with a familiar throbbing in my loins. She was so damn hot, and effortlessly so. Even in her short pencil skirt and shirt, she appeared more sexy than anyone would do in an expensive gown.

Her smooth curves were well highlighted by the skirt, and the undone top buttons permitted a tantalizing glimpse of her luscious breasts. I imagined how they would feel with my hands enclosing them.

With only a few inches between us, our faces almost touching, she reached behind me to take my wine. Then she brought it to her lips and guzzled it. My eyes never left hers, but I could see her returning the empty glass to the desk. For the next few seconds, none of us said or did anything. The air between us was thick with a promise of what was about to happen.

Smirking, I let my eyes wander down to her chest. Due to the lack of distance between us, I had a better view of her breasts than I did before. The ache in my loins intensified and I felt movement in my boxers. Samantha’s tongue snuck out of her mouth, tracing slow circles on her lips. Her eyes were hooded over and I could see the anticipation in them. Our breaths were the only audible thing in the office. While I kept mine slow and steady, she was a little bit fast, causing her breasts to rise and fall. I made the first move, bringing one finger up to her lips.

She caressed the finger with her tongue, then she moved her head a little, and took the finger in her mouth. I allowed her toy with it at first, then I pulled it out and replaced it with my mouth. The kiss started slowly but that changed within seconds. I found that her hunger matched mine as her lips ravaged my own, giving neither of us space to breath. Her hand came between us and grabbed me through my pants. My erect c**k twitched with excitement, asking to be set free. With my lips still locked around hers, I grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the desk.

Her hand lashed out, sweeping everything around her away. I kissed her harder and I was happy to claim all the sweetness her mouth offered. My c**k was still receiving pleasure from her second hand and I felt her other grabbing my side for support. She moaned against my mouth and I stuck my tongue in hers. She welcomed it, sucking it all in while her hand continued fondling my c**k. The kiss was hot and messy, but all it did was leave me craving more.

“Take off your damn clothes,” I ordered, barely able to recognize my voice. “I want those breasts.”

I regretted it as soon as her hand left my c**k. But the promise of having her bare breasts in my hands and mouth made up for that. I planted kisses on her face and neck, earning a pleasant moan from her in return. Seeing that she was too slow, I brought my hand up to assist her. The buttons of her shirt were gone in seconds, and the shirt itself was tossed in the air moments later. Her hands went behind her for her bra hook but mine was faster.

Once that was out of the way, I cast it aside without care. Finally, I was rewarded with a mouthwatering view of her beautiful, unclad breasts.