Scandal

Chapter 8-2

THAT NIGHT, I FOUND myself working late in the office. Ever since my return from France, the office had been bustling and busy as usual. Although I had given Sasha the day off, I had returned to the office to see how things were flowing while I had been away. I liked to have my hand in everything and needed to make sure that nothing had gone wrong while I was out of the country. I didn’t like surprises, especially bad ones. Chuck was a stellar right hand man, so things were as they should be. He rarely disappointed me, and that's what I wanted—no mistakes. Once we’d had a meeting upon my return, I was pretty happy with how things had gone.

Hungry, I was considering going out to grab a bite to eat. I wouldn't mind having a stiff drink as well. Things here could probably be left until morning. Just as I was shutting things down and grabbing my jacket, I heard a voice.

“Hello, Sol.”

I turned to find Sasha in my office, or was it Sasha? She looked incredible. She was wearing a red and black burlesque outfit complete with fishnet stockings, a smoking red corset, and small leather ankle boots. Her hair was wild, and for that alone, I would have ravished her. In a word, she was breathtaking. She had always been gorgeous, but she had taken things to a whole new level.

“Sasha, wow. You’re a vision.”

She beamed, which just made the picture that much more magnificent. Her brown hair was curled and teased for volume, and it cascaded down around her shoulders. She was a knockout, and I just couldn’t fathom how someone who seemed so sweet and innocent could walk in looking like sin incarnate.

“Thank you, Sol. You look quite handsome yourself.”

“Dare I ask what's going on here? Not that I'm complaining—I'm pretty sure all my dreams just came true the moment you walked in the door.” I was aware that we had grown extremely close lately as I had her working late, and well, there was France, but how had I managed to deserve this? There were a few nights when we talked the whole night as we worked, mostly about her childhood and her home life. I hadn’t realized how different and often complicated her life had been before she’d begun working for me. It was no wonder she’d started bawling during her job interview. I had learned a lot about her, and every moment I had spent with her made me want to be around her that much more. But I hadn't expected this, not now or ever. She’d once had such a distaste for me that I thought it would be impossible for her to see me in any other way. Working for me had certainly been a great start in getting her to like me, and I’d grown quite fond of her, as well, since she started working with me. I wasn’t sure exactly how safe I felt around her right at that moment.

“Well, you gave me a dirty dare, Sol. I'm just proving to you that I'm not a chicken.”

“No, I guess you're not. I must have been mistaken.” He chuckled, looking me up and down.

“You certainly were. As you can see, I can do absolutely anything I set my mind to.”

“I do see that. You know you only had to send pictures of you in that outfit and you would have won fair and square.

“I know. But I wanted to show you in person.”

What does that mean? Is she coming on to me? The girl was such a puzzle that I couldn't tell if she was playing along with the game or coming on to me. Should I go over and see if she would let me undress her, or was she setting me up to get slapped? Really, at that point, she could do either one. That's how little I knew about what she wanted from me. She may have just been proving a point, not intending for anything more to happen between us.

I couldn’t control it. I walked up to her—it was like she was a magnet, and I couldn’t stop myself. I felt like I was in high school all over again. I’d never felt this ridiculous around a girl before, not even when I first started dating.

“In all the times we’ve talked, you never once mentioned a boyfriend. Is there someone who gets to look at you like this all the time?”

She looked down at her shoes, the sexy little boots that tied up with lace.

“Actually, I don't think I've ever looked like this.”

“Now that's a shame.”

She giggled and met my eyes once again. “I’ve never mentioned anything like that because I thought it would be unprofessional to discuss things like that at work,” she muttered.

“Does that mean you have a boyfriend?”

“No, I don't. My biggest concern has been your father—for obvious reasons.”

“It’s okay. We’re both officially off the clock, and I was actually just about to go for dinner. We can talk about whatever we want.”

“You expect me to go out looking like this?”

“Oh, you wouldn't like that? You look like an absolute fox. I would be the most envied guy around.”

She looked up into my eyes, and I just lost myself in the big blue pools. My God, she is beautiful.

“I don't think that's a good idea. It's also not what I had in mind when I came here.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind then?”

I brushed the hair out of her face and stepped an inch closer, officially invading her personal space. My heart was beating madly, and I couldn’t believe how reckless I was being. But she was like a shot of heroin I needed to have right then. “Would it shock you if I told you that I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you at the wedding? I thought you were the prettiest thing that had ever walked into my line of sight.”

“Yes, it would. But truthfully, I feel the same way.”

Her words excited me, and I knew right then that I was going to kiss those full lips, make them swell from my kisses. I needed to taste her. She locked eyes with me, and I knew she felt the same burning desire for me as I felt for her. I kissed her then, tasting a hint of strawberry, and the combination of the taste and the feel of her soft lips brought an urgency to be inside her. I wanted her so badly. My hands found her breasts, and I squeezed them hard enough to let her know what was coming. She moaned a guttural noise that told me she needed me, too. My arms encircled her, and I fumbled at the clips on the back of her corset.

“Sol, stop. We can’t. What about Roger? What if someone sees us right now?”

“Sasha, I don’t care who might see us right now. I want you so much that if I don’t have you, I might lose my mind.”

She looked so nervous that I knew the old Sasha was still in there despite her seductive outfit. I kissed her mouth gently, coaxing her back to me. She moaned again as I started to work once again on the corset.

“Sol, I’ve never done anything like this before in my life.”

I stopped and looked her in the eyes, those innocent eyes, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Would it be wrong to continue? I cared for her—there was no doubt. I kissed her mouth again, my erection growing. “It’s okay beautiful. This is where things get exciting. We won't do anything you're not comfortable with, I promise. You’re going to feel so good in a minute. I’m going to f**k you really good, baby.”

I forgot about the corset as I wanted to feel her p***y more than ever now. The fact that she had done all this for me made my c**k throb. I picked her up in my arms and carried her over to my desk. I swiped everything onto the floor, not caring how cliché it seemed. I was going to f**k my secretary right on my desk. I pushed aside the booty shorts she was wearing and slipped my hand between her legs. No panties. Sasha, you naughty little girl. I was confident now that she had planned on f*****g me all night. I rubbed her c**t gently, moving my thumb in a circular pattern, kneading into her gently at first and then harder. She moaned softly, almost like a kitten mewing, and it turned me on so much.

“Oh, Sol.”

“I’m going to make you feel really good, Sasha.”

All she could do was moan when I slid a finger into her already wet p***y. She’s ready for me. I finger f****d her, feeling her p***y get wetter around my finger. I couldn’t take it anymore, and when I heard her whisper, “Please I want more,” I decided to give her much more.

I slid my finger out and started undoing my pants. I dropped them to my ankles but didn’t bother to climb out of them. She lay back on the desk and spread herself before me. Her mouth was swollen from my kisses, and she waited for me. I bent forward, wishing I’d taken the time to get her out of the outfit so I could suck on her n*****s, but there would be other times. I would be f*****g her every day—I knew that now. I needed to f**k her, to touch and taste every inch of that hot body.

When I slid inside her, I tried to be gentle, but she was so tight I worried I might hurt her anyway.

She whispered, “I knew you would be big.”

Fuck that’s so hot. I almost pushed all the way in after that, but I focused on not hurting her. She was wet and warm around me, and it drove me wild. I gently rocked into her until I filled her p***y completely. She moaned in delight, and I rode her gently at first, kissing her face and talking to her softly. When I knew she was okay, I pumped her a little faster until she was crying out my name. It sounded just the way I’d imagined it. She was so incredibly hot that just the act of f*****g her made me horny to f**k her again. I f****d her a little harder, mostly because being inside her warm p***y while she screamed my name was causing me to lose all sense of reason. She exploded around my c**k as I rode her hard, and I spilled into her soon after.

I lay on top of her for a moment, breathing in her sweet perfume. I lifted my head and kissed her deeply. I gently kissed her face, her throat and her neck, trickling kisses all the way to her chest.

“How are you doing, Sasha?”

She smiled. “So good. That was just the way I imagined it would be.”

I sat up, exiting her gently, and began to clean myself off. I looked at the time. “Well, how about that dinner, although I seem to have had dessert first.” I literally hadn’t a care in the world. Sasha had felt incredible, and I wouldn’t have missed f*****g her for anything. I was tempted to go at her a second time, just to feel myself inside her again. She was so moist and tight it drove me nuts thinking about it.

Sasha sat up and started straightening out her outfit. She was so hot that I continued to contemplate giving it to her a second time, but I knew we were already pushing our luck. Someone could come looking for me if I stayed for too long.

I helped Sasha fix her outfit and gave her a little tap on the backside. She grinned as she finished getting ready. She reapplied her lipstick, and I hoped her lips wouldn’t look so red by the time we left. No matter how hard she tried to straighten herself out, she looked like she had just been f****d. I liked that look. I couldn’t believe the power this girl had over my c**k.

“We should probably go,” she said.

I nodded and kissed her on the cheek. “How about that dinner? I think I might be able to find you a more appropriate dress.”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

“Give me a minute.”

She nodded in response. I kissed her deeply, taking her tongue into mouth and sucking on it. We made out like that for a good thirty seconds, and I wished I didn’t have to stop.

I had a dress delivered for Sasha and when she had changed, we headed out for dinner.

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