A sexy story in collaboration with Emma… You ($name1), are Emma’s boss, and she’s desperate to keep her job… This is part of one of an office romance series.
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Emma paced back and forth in front of her phone, nervously checking the time for the seventh time in as many minutes. She’d received a text message from $name1, her boss, requesting to see her in his office the moment she arrived at work.
It was 8:45 AM – fifteen minutes early. Had he even been there yet? Was this the moment she learned her fate regarding her probation period? She couldn’t help but feel a knot grow progressively tighter in her stomach with each passing minute.
She’d barely slept, considering the circumstances.
Emma had been on a three-month probationary period for her new role at the company, and today was the day she would find out if she had secured a permanent position.
$name1 hadn’t been the most vocal during her tenure, but that’s how he was – direct and concise. Even though he gave the impression of being rigid, she had enjoyed working for him – well, as much as one could under the constant threat of being let go.
$name1 would often give her friendly smiles when she worked late, recognizing her dedication to catch up. He was in his late thirties, fit, with short black hair and a keen sense of the company’s vision. His office radiated a sense of authority and success.
The sound of her phone buzzing broke Emma out of her thoughts. A message from $name1:
“I’m in the office now. See you in five minutes.”
She took a deep breath and made her way to the floor where $name1’s office was located.
The hallway seemed longer than usual, and she could hear the murmurs of colleagues from their cubicles. As she approached the door, she couldn’t help but recall the encounters she’d had with $name1 over the past three months.
He had this uncanny ability to put her at ease during their interactions, making the rigid formalities of their professional relationship somewhat blurred. Emma hesitated, wiping her sweaty palms on her pants before knocking on his door.
“Come in,” $name1 called out, his deep baritone voice immediately familiar to her.
Emma slowly turned the doorknob, poking her head in first with a smile.
“You wanted to see me?” she asked, her words hesitant and cautious.
“Yes, please, have a seat,” $name1 said, half-rising from his plush, leather chair. Without taking his attention away from her, he closed the laptop on his desk with a soft click. The sound echoing in Emma’s ears and reverberating against the walls of the room.
She closed the door behind her and, with a shaky step, approached the chair that $name1 had motioned for her to sit in. The sight of his leather swivel chair made her think of the other times they had sat together discussing work, and her palms began to, once again, grow damp.
The room was modestly cluttered with stacks of papers, a mahogany desk, a framed photograph of $name1 with a smiling family, and a computer screen displaying mathematical equations and charts.
$name1 leaned back into his chair, his eyes never straying from Emma while she gathered her thoughts.
“You seem nervous, Emma. Nothing to worry about; it’s simply a regular check-in, I assure you,” $name1 said warmly, as if attempting to read her frightened demeanor.
Being close to him in this space unnerved Emma. She had a sneaking suspicion that he saw through her forced smile and relaxed posture.
Emma nodded eagerly, agreeing with $name1’s assessment. She could feel the weight of her job’s future press down on her shoulders, weighing heavily like the weight of the world. “Yes, $name1, I understand. I’ll do whatever it takes to improve,” she said, her voice wavering slightly, but her determination burned bright and fierce inside of her.
$name1 leaned back in his leather swivel chair, taking a moment to scrutinize Emma intently. His eyes pierced into hers like daggers, stripping her bare of all pretense.
Emma took a moment, then returned her gaze to $name1 putting on a smile and a look of resilience.
Her mind, though, started spinning in so many directions with thoughts of him and her. She had been dreaming of $name1, his tight body, and masculine charisma at night.
After all the tension-filled afternoons spent in those same four walls, $name1 had become more than just her boss.
He was her fantasy; the man who had possessed her late-night hours with lustful dreams. In her longing and desperation to keep this job, Emma realized she started developing feelings for him.
The way he looked at her, the casual glances, his confident presence… everything about him made her heart flutter.
It was as if the words he spoke and the actions he took were a direct connection to her senses, his dominance filling her thoughts and desires.
“I’ve thought about your potential, Emma,” $name1 started, leaning forward in his chair.
“You have the qualities necessary to become an asset here.”
Emma let out a sigh of relief, stars twinkling in her eyes as hope bloomed in her chest.
“But, there’s obvious room for improvement,” $name1 continued, a fiery passion burning deep within his eyes. “You have the ability, but I need you to show me more.”
“I can do it!” Emma protested, raising her hands in surrender, but $name1 simply smiled, shaking his head at her ignorance.
She could feel her heart racing, wondering what this “hands-on training” meant.
“I’ve been watching you, Emma, and I see you’ve been working hard for this role,” $name1 said, the words rolling off his tongue like he was reciting a prepared speech. “And if I can help it, I’m more than happy to guide you the rest of the way.”
She swallowed hard, anticipating his every move, unsure of what was about to happen next. She’d heard rumors about him from colleagues who’d been under his wing.
Whispers of his rough temper and hidden desires. The more he spoke, the more she felt a strange mix of fear and arousal, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
“I want more from you, Emma,” he said, his gaze flickering over her, a predatory glint in his eyes. She gulped, feeling her legs starting to tremble. “You have the potential to give me what I want, and I want to give you what you need.”
He leaned back, rolling his chair away from his desk, eyes locked onto her body.
Almost instinctively, bending to the will of his gaze, Emma slumped back into the chair parting her legs.
A hint of embarrassment washed over her face as her knees faced the open portal to $name1’s office, keeping the door between them like some invisible line. But her nerves began to dissipate as the curiosities bubbling beneath her skin demanded satisfaction, her subconscious pleading to see just how far things would go.
He placed his forearms on the desk, gripping the edges tightly in preparation, his chest rolls undulating in and out, while his dark iconic eyes traced the contours of her flawless skin.
Emma gripped her breath, her heartbeat roaring in her ears like a train speeding through a tunnel.
“Tell me, Emma, does this job mean enough to you to do whatever it takes?” His voice husky and low, oozing a primal, unearthly dominance as he commanded her gaze.
Her arms quivered, her breasts heaving out of her dress, desperately attempting to alleviate her racing pulse. “More than anything,” she breathed, voice barely audible.
“Good.” $name1 said firmly, leaning back in his own chair undoing his belt buckle.
Emma’s breath hitched in her throat as the jangling sounds of metal freeing itself from its confines sent a shiver down her spine. She leaned back in response, her legs spreading wider as a silent offering to him.
She let out a gasp as $name1’s fingers made their way down his trousers, pulling his length into the open, veins standing out prominently as blood surged through them.
The sight of his erection, hard and thick, was almost too much for Emma to process. She was taken aback by her body’s response to him.
$name1 sat there, slowly starting to stroke his cock, his gaze unwavering from Emma.
“Show me more.” he demanded.
His command sent a shiver down Emma’s spine, and she felt a wave of desire course through her veins. She had never been one to shy away from a challenge, and this was no exception.
Without uttering another word, Emma reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her breasts to $name1.
Emma caressed her perky nipples with her palms, pinching them softly to elicit the full response of her craving body. The sight of her bare chest elicited a salacious grin from $name1. She leaned back a little more in the chair, allowing him to view her perfect figure.
“Touch yourself,” $name1 commanded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Show me what you’re hiding, Emma.”
Complying with his order, Emma slipped her right hand between her thighs. Her wet folds cried out for her touch, and she obliged willingly.
$name1 sat there, furiously stroking his cock over the sight before him.
Emma, like a lioness in heat, gripped her breasts and fingered herself. Her palms, slick with sweat, slid over her sensitive nipples as she moaned softly.
“More,” he growled, disrupting the quiet stillness that surrounded them. “I need more.”
$name1 could hardly contain himself any longer.
Watching her, like this, made his cock throb feverishly. The fire in his loins threatened to ignite and consume the cold composure he had worked so hard to fine-tune over the years.
His gaze narrowed, captivated by the way Emma teased herself. She ground her hips, rolling from one side to the other as her fingers expertly explored the delicate space between her thighs.
“Does this feel good, Emma?” $name1 murmured, his voice full of gravel and dark desire.
She moaned softly, her body falling further under his spell as he continued to watch her pleasure herself. He leaned back in his chair, biceps bulging and neck straining as he took in the sight before him.
Taking a deep breath, Emma slipped her hand between her legs, pressing her sex against her fingers.
$name1 felt a throbbing surge in his balls as she did this, making every fiber of his being taut and hard. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted her. His cock pounded like a raging river, desperate for release.
Shuddering, $name1 gave in to the need to release.
With a low roar, he gripped his cock tightly, pulling it free from his trousers and pulsing a warm, sticky liquid onto his desk. It landed with a loud plop, the hot glob capturing the attention of Emma, who was unable to look away.
She confessed, “I never imagined things would go here, $name1.” Her voice was soft and breathy. “But, I always wondered what it would be like to be with you.”
$name1 quickly composed himself.
“Good. I’m glad we can be honest,” he said, wiping the evidence of his release from his desk with a tissue.
Emma watched his every move, and despite the erotic show, she couldn’t help but still feel a little embarrassed. “Does this mean you’ll let me keep my job?” she asked meekly.
In response, $name1 leaned forward, reopening his laptop. “Yes, but with one condition,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes…