Samuel Lockheart - the distinguished, older gentleman - is a senior partner at the law firm and Dawn's boss. He's also the man of her dreams, even though he is her boss, as old as her father! When Dawn learns Mr. Lockheart has feelings for her, she decides to risk it all and show him just how badly she wants him!
Warning! This Adults Only story is 4300 words of oral sex, creampies, and a gentleman's passion!
Mr. Lockheart mouthed “Thanks” silently as I put the folder on his broad, empty desk. He liked keeping his desk clean, and I always admired the organizational skill it took to avoid any clutter. I smiled, and waited to see if he wanted anything else. He smiled back at me, and then spoke. “That’s great. I’ll have Dawn get to work on the opening gala. We’ll get things started with a big fundraiser.” I realized that they must have been talking about one of Mr. Lockheart’s new charities. His voice renewed my crush every time I heard it – Mr. Lockheart was born in Scotland originally, and although he’d lived in the United States for most of his life, his deep, rich voice still had a touch of a Scottish brogue, and it was unbelievably sexy.
“Dawn? That your new secretary?” Mr. Baker asked.
“That’s her,” Mr. Lockheart replied, smiling at me again.
“You’re a lucky son of a bitch, Sam,” Mr. Baker said. “Damn, what I wouldn’t give to just bend her over my desk and fuck the hell out of –“ Mr. Lockheart started in his chair.
“Okay, Joe, that’s –“ he tried to speak over Mr. Baker, but his friend pushed on through, not even pausing.
“And you know that she’s a fantastic cocksucker with those pouty lips.”
“I’ll talk to you later, Joe.” He spoke loudly and quickly, hitting the disconnect button on the phone. He was very flustered, more so than I had ever seen him, I think. I was just trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. I mean, Mr. Baker wasn’t wrong – I like to think that I know how to suck cock pretty damn well. “I’m very sorry, Dawn, that wasn’t appropriate.” He seemed nervous, something that I had never seen in Mr. Lockheart before. I rushed to reassure him.
“No, sir, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind, really.”
“There are things that just shouldn’t be said in front of a beautiful young lady such as yourself,” he continued. I paused, holding my breath. Did he really just call me beautiful? I flushed as he continued. “Joseph never thought as much as he ought to have before opening his mouth.” He must have noticed that I hadn’t said anything, because his flustered look became one of concern as he knotted his white brows together. “Are you okay, Dawn?”
“You, you called me beautiful,” I stammered. My heart pounded in my chest. Did he feel the same way about me as I did about him? He stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of me. Even in my high heels, he still had at least six inches on me. He was blushing, his weathered cheeks ruddy against his tanned and clean-shaven face.
“Well, you are,” he began, before halting. Even though he probably felt very awkward mentioning this, he was still charming. He stood before me, a respectable, appropriate distance between us. I stepped forward, bringing his body closer to mine. I swallowed hard, and felt my pussy flood. This might be the worst idea I had ever had, but I needed him to know how I felt about him.
“Mr. Baker is right, you know,” I said quietly, gazing into his eyes. “I am a very good cocksucker.” Now it was his turn to swallow hard.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said huskily. “I’m your boss, and you’re younger than my daughter. This isn’t right…” He trailed off, but he didn’t step away. I reached up, and touched his arm.
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Published March 29, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.