Chapter 39: The Panty Drawer Predicament

AVA

We got back to the office and entered one after the other, so as not to raise suspicion.

I resumed my work and was productive until my computer notified me of another new message. I opened it eagerly.

Cyrus

I crave you.

Ava

Can’t wait until we get to go home.

Cyrus

I have to step out for a moment, I need you to do something for me.

Ava

What is it?

Cyrus

Take off your panties.

Ava

…Cyrus, what.

Cyrus

Do it.

Ava

???

Cyrus

Don’t make me tell you again.

I peeked around the side of my computer, hoping to catch a glimpse of Cyrus in his office, but the door was closed.

I looked at my screen again. Hot sparks surged through my body at the thought of doing what he’d told me.

I slowly got up and walked out of my office and toward the restrooms, passing Cyrus’s office on the way there. I walked into one of the cubicles, my heart pounding in my chest.

My phone buzzed. I checked it, and my heart fluttered when I saw his name pop up.

Cyrus

Need any help?

Ava

I can manage, Mr. Brentstone.

Cyrus

Shame. I’m going to go to my appointment now.

Ava

Then what was the point of all this?!

Cyrus

I need you to go into my office on the way back. Put your panties in the top right drawer of my desk.

Ava

…do what now?

Cyrus

I expect to see them there when I get back.

Ava

Cyrus I can’t just walk into your office and PUT MY UNDERWEAR IN YOUR DRAWER?!

Ava

CYRUS??

I was now panting, contemplating my options. I was wearing a pencil skirt, which was a blessing and a curse at the same time.

I couldn’t return to work going commando, could I? ~Could I?~

The thought kind of excited me though. I pulled my tights down and peeled them off one foot, then stepped back into my shoe, careful not to touch the restroom floor.

I slid down my panties, took them off, and stuffed them into my purse. I thought about leaving my tights off too, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to it.

My face was bright red by the time I exited the restroom, and I couldn’t help but keep tugging on my skirt.

I hesitated when I passed Cyrus’s office. I couldn’t just enter the boss’s office when he wasn’t there, could I~?~

Before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed the door handle and went in. I half-expected him to be sitting there, smirking at me, but his office was empty.

I shuffled over to the desk, opened his top right drawer, and pulled my panties from my purse. I was just putting them in when…

“What are you doing in here?!” Martha shrieked.

I couldn’t help but yelp, and I felt my cheeks burning with shame as I looked up at her.

“Martha… I… It’s just…” I couldn’t come up with an excuse for being there. Why hadn’t I thought of this beforehand?

“Are you going through Mr. Brentstone’s ~desk~?”

“It’s not like that, it’s just…” My brain was short-circuiting with panic.

“Did you find it?” Cyrus’s voice suddenly boomed from behind Martha, making both of us jump this time.

Martha whipped her head around to look at him.

“Did you?” He stepped around Martha and casually walked over to me.

“Eh…not yet,” I said.

Cyrus’s brow furrowed. “That’s odd.”

He now stood directly beside me, trailing his eyes down my arm, which was tucked in his top drawer, my panties still clutched in my fist.

“I could’ve sworn it was right here.”

He stuck his hand in the drawer too and rummaged around for a second before hooking his fingers into the lace of the panties I was clutching, pulling them from my grip, and using his middle and ring fingers to tuck them into the cuff of his sleeve.

“Hmm. Guess not.”

He brought his hand up to his face, ~my panties still in his sleeve~, and ran his hand down his face theatrically. He flared his nostrils and inhaled deeply while doing so, never breaking eye contact with me.

I was so mortified I wished the ground would open and swallow me whole.

“Something smells phenomenal,” he said. “I wonder what’s for lunch.”

“I’ll go see,” I squeaked, jumping at the chance to get out of there. I squeezed past Martha and made a beeline for the food court.

“Ms. Mayweather,” Cyrus said. “You were going to join me for the virtual lunch meeting with Ralls, remember?”

I turned around slowly. “That’s today?”

“Yes, it starts in five minutes. Grab a drink. I’ll wait for you.”

Martha glared at me. “Your calendar is clear, Mr. Brentstone. I don’t think you have a lunch meeting scheduled for today.”

He shrugged. “Must’ve forgotten to update you.”

I went to the drink station and filled two glasses with raspberry water. I brought them back to Cyrus’s office, getting more and more nervous with each step closer to him.

What was he planning? We had no meetings scheduled, as far as I knew.

I suddenly felt very aware of my lack of underwear. Cyrus smiled at me as he closed the door behind us, blocking us from Martha’s disapproving gaze.

He sat down in his chair. I remained standing, not sure what to do.

“Come here, baby,” he said.

I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, but being here, in his office, as the employee, made me feel a touch inappropriate. He looked me up and down and smirked.

“Are you uncomfortable?” He waggled his eyebrows at me. “Are you scared to be in here by yourself with your big bad boss?”

A smile spread across my face, taking some of the tension from me. “It’s just a touch awkward, being inches away from my coworkers, feeling the way I do about you. Also, not wearing any panties.”

“Right.” His stare turned feral, hungry. “Now come sit on the boss’s lap.”

I reluctantly walked over to him. Cyrus grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, between his knees. He grabbed my thighs and brought his hands higher and higher under my tight skirt.

“Cyrus!” My head turned reflexively toward the door.

“It’s locked.”

He was now kissing my belly over my blouse, his hands reaching the top of my tights and pulling them down slowly.

“I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk ever since you first walked into this place.”

I gasped, feeling lightheaded.

“Let me. Let me take you right here.”

My mind was racing with all the possible scenarios.

Cyrus unbuckled his belt, whipped it through the loops, and laid it down on the desk next to me. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, revealing the large bulge he’d been hiding.

I squirmed a little, feeling lust pool between my legs as I looked at it.

“Tell me not to and we’ll stop.” His hands slowly inched up the hem of my skirt.

I pressed my thighs together. I knew he’d be able to feel the physical proof of my arousal in mere seconds. I shook my head slowly.

He hesitated. “You don’t want to do this?”

“I mean no, I’m not going to tell you to stop.”

Cyrus smirked at me and pulled my skirt up all at once. He got up, dropping his pants to the floor, and grabbed my neck. His lips crashed into mine, making my body wrap itself around his in response.

Our ankles were bound by our clothes, making it hard to move. Cyrus turned me around and slid his hand between my thighs. I threw my head back, and he kissed me over my shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

His fingers dipped into me, and I bit my lip to suppress the moan that desperately tried to make its way to the surface.

“Do you want me?” he said as his teeth grazed my earlobe.

“Take me.”

He pushed me forward, bending me over his desk. His fingers dug into the skin of my hips. I felt him line up his tip with my core, and I shuddered with anticipation.

“Last chance to change your mind.”

“Do it, Cyrus,” I begged.

He thrust into me, making me arch my back and gasp out loud. One of his hands slid over to grab my ass.

“Holy shit, baby. You feel so damn good.”

I moaned softly, pushing up my chest from his desk. Cyrus wound his arm around me, pulling me closer to him and straightening me up. His hand cupped my breast, and his teeth nicked my earlobe.

I moaned again, pressing my hips further into him. He growled in response and slammed himself into me harder. I bent down over his desk again, feeling myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm.

“Harder… I’m going to…”

Cyrus grunted again, now ferociously pounding into me, our hips slapping together.

“Now,” he said.

He released himself into me, setting fireworks off in my head. My body convulsed, and I brought his hand over my mouth to quiet my sounds.

We stayed in that position for a few moments, both panting, trying to gather ourselves before breaking away from one another. I could hear my colleagues having lunch a few feet away from us.

Cyrus chuckled. “Well. That was even better than I dreamed it being.”