Free Pushing Her Buttons by Sabrina York Page A

I sat and waited and held on to my slipping balls as best I could. Those muscles were getting a workout. JR would be thrilled.
    If he wasn’t furious that I’d ruined our date.
    When the door to Jackson Carter’s office finally opened, I shot to my feet, anxious to get a gander at the man who had kept me waiting in agony. Anxious to get this stupid meeting over with already.
    He stepped out of his office and a vague sense of disappointment swirled though me. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting but it wasn’t a middle-aged dumpy man with a comb-over. He glanced at me and nodded, then smiled at the executive assistant, who smiled blandly back.
    And then her expression exploded with perky delight. She leaped to her feet and—rather impolitely—presented her back to the man who had just exited the office. She fixed all her cloying attention instead on the large and looming shadow that now filled the doorway.
    My balls slipped a notch. Two.
    I think my jaw dropped as well.
    Because this dumpy little hairless troll was not Jackson Carter. I knew it in a flash.
    I tried to ignore the swirling in my gut as realization after realization flashed through me. I stared at the man in the doorway, my new boss. Stared at his dark sable curls and square, dented chin. Long lashes and lethal looks.
    He leaned lazily against the doorjamb, crossed his arms over that broad chest and grinned at me. “Sam,” he said. “You’re right on time. Come on in.”
    The executive assistant stepped between us. I wanted to savage her. “Mr. Carter?”
    “Yes, Alicia?”
    “Your messages,” she cooed as she handed him a sheaf of small pink papers. Cooed.
    Blech.
    He waved her away, never once taking his simmering gaze from me as I minced toward his office. “Tomorrow, Alicia.”
    “But sir—”
    “Tomorrow. And Alicia?”
    She peered up at him expectantly. “Yes, sir?”
    “You can go home for the day.” This, he said as he waved me into his luxurious executive suite and shut the door in Alicia’s lovely face.
    And just in time.
    I winced as the second largest ball popped out of my cunt, despite how hard I’d been trying to hold it in. I nearly crumpled over the back of the sofa.
    I glared at him. “You bastard.”
    His expression—so hopeful, so ridged with longing—drooped. “Are you really mad?”
    “Of course I’m mad. I cannot begin to tell you how mad. I cannot begin to catalog the kinds of mad I am.” It was tough to be mad, frankly, with an orgasm beginning to bubble through me. But first things first. “You kept me waiting forever.”
    He stilled and gaped at me; the tension in every line of his body broke. A little laugh escaped his lips. “Is that why you’re mad?”
    “And that secretary .”
    “Executive assistant.”
    “Whatever. Drooling all over you. Revolting.”
    “I’ll reassign her in the morning. A promotion.”
    “And these damn balls.”
    “Ah.” He smiled and stepped closer.
    I was practically folded in half by now, trying desperately to hold the last fucker in. JR flicked up the hem of my skirt. He repositioned me until I was bent over the back of his sofa. He reached between my legs to find the balls pooling in my panties. Of course they nudged at my clit, which only annoyed me, elated me more. He cupped them and rolled them against me.
    I shattered.
    The last one burst out with an audible pop. I shoved my fist in my mouth to keep from wailing. The last thing I wanted was her bursting in right now to save her precious boss from a howler monkey.
    He stepped behind me. I heard the rustle of his slacks and felt the heat of his belly against my ass. He yanked my panties off and kicked my legs farther apart, as far as they could go.
    And he was in me.
    Oh God. In me in one long, smooth stroke. Deep in me. He pulled out, slow, slithering like a snake. I whimpered.
    He didn’t make me wait. He shoved his fat cock back in, fast and hard, and then began fucking me like a jackhammer. In and out. To