“Sure,” he nodded, “I can use some coffee.” He followed her up the stairs of the old, crumpled building—so different from his own luxurious one on the other side of the neighborhood.
When he shut the door behind him, she had already closed the distance between them and crushed her lips on his, standing on her tiptoes and trying to pull him by the neck toward her to deepen the kiss. But he didn’t respond. His body froze as she laughed against his lips, giving them a soft lick in between.
“You really thought I meant coffee, didn’t you?” She giggled and drew back just enough to look at his confused eyes, parted lips, and the clear desire written all over his features. “How could a man so powerful be so naive? Don’t you know what coffee stands for when you walk a girl home?”
He swallowed hard, but not because he didn’t want her; oh no, he wanted her so fucking much. But she was still his intern; it was a conflict of interest, it was wrong—but at that moment, he didn’t care.
“What do you want, Miss?” he asked. His voice was husky with want that he couldn’t conceal anymore. “Do you want me to be naive and walk away? Or do you want me to stay and fuck you like the good girl you are?”
She drew out a shaky breath, her pupils blown, and she stood on her tiptoes again to lick his lips before getting down on her knees. “Fuck me, sir; I waited long enough,” she said while removing his belt, her eyes not leaving his. She grasped his already-hard cock, making him hiss, and released him from his perfectly tailored trousers.
Her lips parted as she saw how big and thick he was, so warm in her hands—it would never fit—she thought to herself, blushing deeply but getting wetter just by thinking about him filling her up.
His demons awoke. His laugh was cold as he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling and forcing her to meet his eyes again. “Now let’s see who’s naive. Open up, sweetheart, show Daddy who’s a good girl.”
