Free Come Back To Me by C.D. Taylor

nice neutral
start here, and I already had captain ass hat as a boss. Fuck me running.
    The day was fairly uneventful, I
answered the phone, took some memos for Mr. Ass Hat, and my laptop
was delivered. Around 4:30 I heard my bosses’ office door swing
open and a loud curse come from within.
    I wanted to hide under my desk until
the storm passed, but I wanted to see what the ruckus was. I stood
from my chair, and peeked around the door frame into his
office.
    “Is everything alright sir?”
    “Fuck no everything is not alright!” He
shouted.
    “Is there anything I can help you with
sir?”
    “Unless you are capable of doing a
fucking deposition in fifteen minutes then NO!” He
yelled.
    This man would be lucky if I didn’t
slip arsenic into his coffee one day. “Actually sir, I do have
experience taking depositions.”
    His expression softened. “You
do?”
    “Yes, if you will just let me read the
case summary, and have the list of questions, I would be glad to do
it.”
    He shoved the documents across his
desk. “They will be in the conference room at 4:45.”
    “No problem sir.”
    He eyed me with doubt, but I was going
to make certain this ass clown didn’t see me as just a bimbo
secretary. I swiftly ran over the summary, and had five minutes to
spare before the meeting time. I hurried to the ladies room to
freshen up.
    You can do this!
    Straitening my skirt, I made
my way to the conference room, and swung the door open. Holy shit!
    I was startled to see Grant sitting at
one end of the large oval table. He caught my eyes, and the edges
of his mouth turned up into a slight smile.
    What I failed to notice was
that while reading over the paperwork, it was his investment firm
being sued. Shit, damn, crap! All I knew was some poor older lady was being
swindled out of her retirement, and our firm was representing
her.
    I pushed my shoulders back,
and tried to look as confident as possible, even though I didn’t
feel it. I lay the tape recorder in the center of the table, and
began to question Grant about his involvement in the ordeal. Each
time he answered a question, I saw a hint of playfulness in his
eyes. He was being sued for 3.6 million dollars, and I didn’t see
the playful side of it. It was serious, very serious.
    As uncomfortable as the situation made
me feel, I was still physically attracted to him, and could feel my
nipples strain against the fabric of my blouse. I clenched my
thighs together to try and stop the throb that had begun, but it
wasn’t helping.
    I finally reached the end of
the deposition, shook everyone’s hand, and quickly left the room. I
was stopped part way down the hall by a hand at the small of my
back. Grant .
    “Hey doll, great job in
there.”
    “Thanks.”
    “So how about a drink after work, my
treat?”
    “Thanks for the offer but that’s not a
good idea.”
    “And why not?” he ran his hand over my
backside.
    “Well for starters, our firm is helping
this woman sue the pants off you.”
    “Doll, the only person who could get my
pants off right now is you.” He teased.
    “Pretty sure of yourself
huh?”
    “I see the way you look at me, I know
those panties you have on are soaking wet with the thought of my
cock deep inside you.”
    “Grant it’s just not the best
idea…”
    He grabbed my arm and yanked me into a
vacant office, then shut and locked the door.
    “What the hell are you
doing?”
    I felt his lips crash onto mine in a
bone melting kiss. The tango of our tongues was the most sensual
thing I’d ever felt. He reached around me and grabbed my ass with
is large hands, and squeezed hard. He pressed his erection against
my front and the fire that spread through me was not just a small
camp fire, it was a full blown forest blaze. I wanted him right
there in that office.
    He worked his hand up under my skirt,
feeling my shaking thighs as it traveled. Pushing my panties aside,
he moaned when he felt the moisture collected at the entrance of my
pussy. He pressed