Two Naughty Gifts

SAM

I signed the merger paperwork first thing Monday morning.

The firm was officially Vásquez and Lowry now, and with Lowry taking only a seven percent cut, I could afford to give all my employees a healthy bonus when we closed for the holidays at the end of the week.

And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to care about any of it. Not when the beautiful woman sitting right outside my office was treating me like a wad of gum lodged on the bottom of her fancy little heel.

Unable to focus on the pile of paperwork heaped on my desk, I sat staring at the blurry outline of her head through my frosted-glass door.

All day yesterday, I’d tried texting, calling, and even sexting. None of it was enough to reclaim a shred of Evie’s attention. This morning, she would barely meet my eyes before yanking up the phone to make appointments, talking to anyone but me.

Maybe she was sick of me. Bored. Just like Carla got before she cheated on me.

Either way, I couldn’t tolerate the lead in my gut any longer. I had to sort this out.

I climbed from my cushy black work chair and drifted across the carpet, anxiety-ridden to my core.

Outside, Evie sat at her computer, twirling a chestnut curl around her index finger, immersed in the screen.

She was so fucking gorgeous, even without her usual shade of fierce red painting her lips. She had nearly every button done up on her blouse, as if trying to avoid my attention, but there was no point. I’d already seen her tits and knew how perfect they were—extra buttons or not.

“Evie?” I questioned. “Can I see you for a moment, please?”

She glanced toward me, and I could tell she didn’t want to leave her desk. But like it or not, I was her boss, and she couldn’t ignore a direct request.

As she ascended to follow me back through the door, I peered around the hallways, emptier than usual. A lot of people had used their vacation time to take off a little early for the holidays.

As Evie trailed through the threshold, her faint floral perfume saturated my lungs, making my cock twitch. All I wanted to do was put my mouth on the exact spot where Evie had sprayed that scent.

I closed the door and twisted to face her. She didn’t move to take a seat, instead standing awkwardly beside the tall built-in bookshelves.

“Are you feeling better?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “Thank you, by the way, for the care package.”

“Is this how you thank me?” I couldn’t help but snap. “Dodging my calls all day yesterday? Ignoring me all day today?”

She sighed. “I’m sorry, Vázqu—”

“Did I do something wrong? Something to upset you?”

“No,” she said, stealing a step in my direction. “No, I’ve just been so distracted between my doctor’s appointment and moving that I—”

“Doctor’s appointment?” I echoed.

She just said she was feeling better, right? Why did she need to make some kind of emergency doctor’s appointment on a Sunday, then? If she’d told me, I could’ve driven her there, held her hand in the waiting room.

Why was she allowing me to be her boyfriend in name only?

“Well, are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, just minor blood work for hormones and stuff like that.”

“I could’ve driven you,” I muttered.

Evie shrugged. “Saanvi went with me, so…”

Saanvi…of course. Maybe it was too soon for me to hope Evie would come to me for comfort or depend on me. We’d only known each other a couple of weeks, but it felt like much longer than that—to me, at least.

I’d bought her something for Christmas. I knew she’d go nuts over it, and even though it had taken a hefty chunk from my account, Evie was worth every penny. I just hoped she wouldn’t break up with me before I had a chance to give it to her.

“I miss you, angel.”

The cute little smirk across her rosy lips upon hearing her pet name was enough to drive me to drink.

“I miss you on my lips,” I muttered, closing the gap between us.

As I sandwiched her body between mine and the bookshelf, her hungry gaze tattled that she was just as pent-up as I was even after barely a day apart.

“Miss you on my body,” I whispered against her lips. “Miss you on my cock.”

She bit her bottom lip, eyeing the dark purple tie around my collar like she was envisioning tying me up with it again. “Sam…”

“Come on, baby. I can tell you miss me too.”

“I do,” she moaned. “So much…”

I pulled her roughly into an open-mouthed kiss. Right away, her hands claimed my face, and she slipped me her precious tongue.

The primal urge to fuck was clearly coursing through her veins. I was sure her panties were getting damp without me even being in them.

~Oh, what I would give right now to be in them.~

I couldn’t help myself—never mind that we’d said we wouldn’t fool around at work. I hiked up her pencil skirt until I felt the curve of her ass, and I pushed her underwear aside.

Evie suddenly pulled back from my kiss. “We’re in your office, Mr. Vázquez,” she said warningly, her chest heaving.

“I know,” I said, swirling two of my fingers against her sticky little clit.

She was trying to play coy, but I knew her. I knew that sexy smirk as she leaned against the bookshelf, widening her thighs to allow further access. After the little show she’d given me a week ago to cool me off at my desk, I knew she had a kink for work play.

“But I’ve missed your pussy so much, I don’t care,” I groaned.

Evie hustled her mouth back to mine, her panting increasing with every steamy swirl of my fingers.

As she became wetter, her kisses grew sporadic; she kept having to break our mouths apart to gasp and moan.

I carefully eased two fingers inside her, proceeding to stroke her soft folds with my thumb. Her kisses stopped completely as her mouth hung open, slack with pleasure.

I didn’t mind; it meant I could pull back a little to watch her enjoying the two naughty gifts between her hips.

Her teary eyes were like the finest green glass. Looking into them as she came was going to torment me, but making her feel good was my number one concern.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Please don’t stop…”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, angel,” I muttered, pumping my fingers harder.

My cock was aching in my slacks as if pleading for a turn, but unfortunately, full-on fucking would be too obvious for the office. I’d pictured it a hundred times, but I had to draw the line somewhere.

I’d just have to deal with my raging erection on my own later—or maybe I could convince Evie to come over tonight.

The last time we’d had sex, I’d been ruthless with her. I was throbbing to show her I could be gentle and loving too.

Evie’s eyes rolled for a moment before reconnecting with mine. Her warmth tightened around my fingers, and I raised my brows, shushing her cries as she came.

After all, I’m pretty sure it would send a horrible message if anyone heard my secretary having an orgasm in my office.

I recovered my fingers, candy-coated in lust, and brought them to my lips, sucking them clean while Evie adjusted her pencil skirt.

On the last lick of my fingertips, I broke the silence. “Come over tonight. You still haven’t been to my place yet, and I have a gift for you.”

Evie smiled. “If you’re talking about your dick…”

“I’m not”—I smirked—“but you can have that too if you want it.”

“After what you just did with your fingers, I think I might ~need~ it.”

~Perfect. Just what I was going for.~

“So, I’ll see you after work?” I checked.

“Text me the address,” she said, grinning at me and heading back out toward her desk.

~Man, I hate to watch her go but love to watch her leave.~

“Oh, and Vázquez”—Evie turned for her last remark—“I’ll be expecting that ~package~ to be gift-wrapped with one hell of a bow.”