Mack
The day I had been planning for the past month was finally here, and although it didn’t go into motion until a month ago, I had imagined it happening since November. I’d dropped a pretty penny to make my vision become a reality, and with the help of Portia and my mother, Kelsey would be in awe and left speechless, and hopefully even more full of joy than she already was.
I buttoned my light blue dress shirt while I stared at my sun kissed face in the mirror, still wondering if the past year had been a dream. It was on this day a year ago that I took the chance and closed the space between us in my office, opening a whole new world that neither of us expected to unravel. I was still just as hungry for her now as I was then, but now, I couldn’t live without her, and I was ready to take the final step to becoming fully committed.Kelsey came behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting his head between my shoulder blades. &ldquoSeven Months LaterKelsey“Mrs. Craft, you’re glowing today!” Ms. Carmichael greeted, standing from her seat. She paced around her desk, taking me in from head to toe.I hadn’t been in the office in over a month due to the doctor’s orders. After our dash of a wedding with only a handful of people in attendance, bedrest was requested, and sitting around the apartment was causing me to go stir crazy.Ms. Carmichael crinkled her nose. “Does Mr. Craft know you’re coming to visit?”Holding up a container, I said, “No, I thought I’d bring him some lunch.” She chewed on her bottom lip, and I laughed. “Don’t worry, if he’s grumpy it’ll be geared towards me, not you.”She laughed, but the tension around her eyes proved she was timid toward calling him. I’d help with that. His eight months pregnant wife could interrupt his work.When I came in, the
The telltale sound of his zipper sent a shiver down my back. He blew air through his nose, and I knew he was stroking himself. I wanted to spin around and help him, but he kept a firm hand on my hip, then skidded it to the front of my thigh, urging me to sit back on him. Both his arms stabilized me now, steadying me while I hovered over his shaft.The tip of his cock brushed against my clit and I shifted backward, engulfing his length between my folds. I found a rhythm that rubbed the sensitive bud perfectly.“That’s it baby, move how you like,” he murmured, keeping himself from driving into me, but encouraged the gyration of my hips with his palms.My hands were set on his desk, leaning as far forward as I could, giving me the leverage I needed to keep a steady pace.He groaned, palming my belly. I covered his hand, feeling a bond between the four of us. If I were out of the moment or trying to explain it to someone, they wouldn’t get it,
“Kelsey, don’t forget Mr. Craft takes his coffee black.”I offered a pleasant nod toward the intern who’s been here for only six weeks. She threw a wink and tossed her pin straight blonde hair my way, then swayed her nearly six-foot perfect frame toward the conference room.My smile quickly flipped to a frown, holding in my eye roll to the best of my ability. I had been in this reception chair for almost two years, way longer than I’d planned. Knowing how my thick-head of a boss takes his coffee was a given.Another few interns my age pranced after her, their clothing precise and professional to fit their well-kept bodies. My brand new shift dress didn’t quite have the same effect when walking past any warm blooded males like theirs did. Maybe I was stuck behind the reception desk because my confidence wasn’t like theirs, or because Mr. Craft had a particular eye for his interns.Who all happened to be tall, thin, and beautiful.I was lucky to be chosen for the program at the most su
“That was terrible. Thank God no one else saw.”She held in her giggle. “I would have helped you before I started laughing.”“At least you would have responded. Mr. Craft barely noticed me sprawled out on the floor, let alone offered to help.”“Hence, he’s an asshole. He even glared at Gary when he didn’t call him by his last name. I don’t know how they became business partners.”I’d made that mistake before. Talk about if looks could kill. I was only complimenting him on his marketing strategy. Now, I leave my opinions to myself unless he asks for them. Which was rare, and hardly ever taken seriously.She snickered before she spoke. “Although, if I were in a power house marketing position, I probably wouldn’t like to be called Mackenzie either.”“Well, the one time I called him by his first name, I said Mack. Maybe he got so pissed off because I didn’t use the full version.”“I think Mack is a pretty masculine name,” Timothy offered. He wasn’t one to gossip or talk negatively about a
Craft didn’t take his attention away from his screen. “Thanks, Leslie. You can head home for the day.” His dismissal was curt, and the young intern attempted not to look crushed. She looked well put-together, but that still didn’t mean anything. I’d seen many girls leave his office still in one piece, but sporting the glow one can only get from an orgasm.Leslie waited for Mr. Craft to turn and acknowledge her leaving, but he never took his focus from his screen. She lifted her chin as she walked by me, her emerald green eyes sparkling as if she was in a higher place than I was. I gave her as pleasant of a smile as I could in passing.Craft rolled in his chair to a stack of papers, thumbing through them while I stood like a moron in the threshold of his office.“Are you ready to go over the presentation for tomorrow?” I finally asked, stepping into his room and directly across from his shiny black desk. His jacket was off and draped over his chair. One hand was on his forehead while
Oh my God, was there really a spider on me? The gentle pressure became more firm, and a lump formed in my throat. He most definitely was touching me, and a quiver settled in my stomach. The air was thick, the gentle hum of the laptop mixed with my increased breathing. Did he realize what he was doing? Surely he wasn’t intentionally touching me. “What are your thoughts,” He murmured, his hand slowly moving to my hip. “I’d like to get your honest opinion.” I licked my suddenly dry lips, unsure if I opened my mouth that a coherent word would escape or not. “I’m, um, I’m not really sure.” He sighed, the heat of his breath tickling my cheek. I was hyper aware of his body now, sure he’d at any moment disengage and turn into the giant asshole he normally was. “I want to know how this should end,” he whispered, his hand moving from my hip back to my lower back. “I need to know if the ending I’m envisioning will match the slides.” Was he referring to me as the presentation? Is that what
His hands quickly latched onto my thighs, grasping underneath the hem of my dress. My breath whooshed from my chest in a rush, my hands still clinging to his hair as he lifted me onto the desk, knocking the laptop to the ground in the process. He spread my legs apart and hiked my dress to my hips, nestling his groin comfortably between them. My eyes went wide. His arousal was pressed to the thin panty covering my mound. My hips bucked forward against my will, begging for friction. I shouldn’t have wanted him so badly, and I most definitely shouldn’t have given into the sensation, but the quick pulse below my waist begged to differ. It was filled with a need, aching for the longing burst of release it hadn’t had in too long of a time.Craft’s lip twitched in satisfaction, his own hips grinding. The palm of his hand snaked to my lower back, holding me in place. “Don’t pretend we don’t have the same thoughts about each other,” he breathed across my cheek. “Don’t deny this.”My eyes roll
“No, no, no,” I said out of breath. “Why did you stop?”He unlatched my hand from around his neck and planted it on the bulge of his pants. The blues of his irises were as calm as a still lake on an early morning. “Because I want my cock to feel you come, not my fingers.”I blinked. Not expecting him to be so blunt yet show such vulnerability. I cautiously stroked his dick over top of his pants, contemplating if I should follow my conscience or my hormones. He had to be huge. Mindy and I had talked about it before. There would be days where his tailored suits would fit him just right, and when he’d stand a certain way, you could see the infamous dick print. Now I had my hand wrapped around it.He guided my hand to his belt, running his thumb along the clasp. It was obvious he wanted me to make the decision to undo his zipper.I decided to give in, needing to tame the pent-up sexual tension I apparently had acquired for my boss.My hands were frantic now, hastily unbuckling his belt,