Under My Boss's Direction: Office Romance Collection With New Novel by Jamie Knight (most recommended books .TXT) 📗

beside him on the spare office chair and Ryan punched up the zoom call, several windows coming up all at once.

“I apologize for interrupting the important work of the day,” he started, oozing charisma, “but there is announcement we’d like to make.”

We, he had said ‘we.’ It was the first time I heard us referred to in the collective. I was a little strange but also incredible.

“We?” asked Jim Briers, the Deputy Mayor.

“Candide and I,” he said, squeezing my hand, “we have been dating for a long time and, well, we have decided to make it official.”

I held up my hand showing the ring, striking the assembled number quite silent. No one said anything for a good while, no doubt trying to process the new information. Particularly if the would-be blackmailer had already told them what she saw.

It would be an interesting bit of mental arithmetic, more than likely concluding that she was just out of the loop or saw something she shouldn’t have, putting the onus more on the tattle-tale than us. There was a sudden flurry of congratulations, everyone speaking almost at once.

Ryan squeezed my hand and kissed me bold and proud. It felt great to be out in the open, even though we hadn’t really been hiding before, except perhaps from each other.

Accepting the praise graciously, Ryan said his goodbyes and ended the meeting, any potential crisis well and truly averted.

“You don’t regret it, do you?” I asked.

“What’s that, my darling?”

“Being with me, inviting me up here, the whole thing?”

He gently titled my head back with a finger under my chin, forcing me to look him on the eyes.

“Absolutely not. I know you would ever ask me to, but I would give up my office in a heartbeat if it meant I could be with you. There are lots of ways to make a difference.”

“You’re not though, right? Giving up your office I mean?”

“It could well be a moot point come Election Day, but no, I’m not going to give up before I’m voted out. Not when there’s no good reason to.”

“Good.”

He was lifting me up onto his lap, so we were at equal height and kissed me tenderly. Sweet affections which I returned in kind, savoring his warmth, his scent, everything about him. It was already clear that I could get his hard just by being near, but it was becoming I really evident that he had a similar effect on me.

“I’m famished, how about you?”

“Um, sure,” I said, taken off-guard by the question, “what were you thinking?”

“Well, Belgian waffles are always nice, particularly with whipped cream. Maybe with some bacon and fresh squeezed orange juice. Then, for dessert, I would love a taste of your sweet little pussy. Sound good?”

“Absolutely!”

We walked hand in hand to the kitchen, looking forward to dessert as much as what would precede it, no matter how hungry we were. I’d actually considered suggesting we skip the waffles a bacon but even the thought of them made my tummy rumble.

With the help of Ryan's modern waffle iron, the food was quick and coming, the bacon frying as the waffles cooked. I don’t think I ever ate so fast before, the needs of my belly satisfied quickly in my need to sate the raging hunger lower down.

Without a word, Ryan gathered the dishes and put them in the sink, leaving me at a bit of a loss as to what I was meant to do. I was just standing up to join him at the sink when he returned. Turning me around he unzipped the back of my dress and pulled it up over my head like a sweater.

“Beautiful,” he said, his eyes gliding over my naked form.

Lifting me gingerly form the floor, Ryan sat me down on the table where his plate had once been, laying me down across the varnished wood surface, bending my legs back to my chest, giving him full access to my pussy. A position I held by crossing my arms under my knees.

I didn’t recognize the sound at first, not entirely. It was familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It wasn’t until the first cool whack of whipped cream touched my most sensitive spot that I realized what he was doing. Ryan really was planning to have me for dessert.

“Oh!” I moan as his tongue first touched my pussy, pressing hard to make its way through the whipped cream.

It was far from the first new experience I’d had with him, but was certainly one of the most pleasant.

“How does it taste?” I asked, on a whim.

“Delicious,” he enthused, going back down for more.

When the first application had run out, Ryan’s wonderful tongue licking me squeaky clean, he put more on, going in for a second helping. A decision which couldn’t have made me happier. My beloved, between my thighs, enjoying a treat himself as he licked me to a wonderful orgasm.

Getting me perfectly clean once again, but only after another massive orgasm, Ryan, unzipped his jeans, unleashing his throbbing cock, clearly happy to be freed from its denim prison.

Stroking the warm head against my pussy, making sure it was welcome, Ryan’s cock entered me, my lips tightening around its thickness, giving it a warm welcome.

Starting off slow and easy at first, pumping my pussy at an almost leisurely pace, Ryan soon picked up speed, increasing my pleasure with each change of gear. Each one of them slow enough as to not shock me. Using this easy and steady approach to fucking, he got to the point he was absolutely slamming me, the table shaking so hard, the can of whipped cream, which had helped add such a tasty new dimension to his pussy licking, bounced along beside me before finally jumping to the floor, like a base