CONTENT WARNING: Contains a scene with period sex. Look out for @$$@$$@$$ if you want to skip the scene. Thank you.
*****
Chapter 1
(Present day)
My inner muscles contract reflexively from my orgasm. "Uh, yes..." Liam hisses. I feel a gush of heat as he finishes inside me, without a condom, as is his preference. Liam squeezes my ass once before pulling out and hands me a box of tissues from one of the drawers. I take a couple and press them to my pussy, catching the semen before it runs down my thighs or worse, stain the carpet. Liam tends to come a lot and my pussy can't always contain them.
I toss the soiled tissues into the wastebasket and reach down to pull up my underwear, which is still hanging from my right ankle. I straighten my skirt and make sure I am properly covered. I look up to see Liam has already cleaned up and his pants and shirt are in place. He runs a hand through his hair once and smirks at me.
"Thank you for that, Ms. Keating," he says.
I gather the documents from the table and give him a smile. "You're welcome, Mr. Christensen." I walk out of the office, closing the door gently behind me.
My name is Jessica Keating and I work as a secretary to Liam Christensen, CEO of Contrast & Camouflage Incorporated, a company that produces and markets its' own line of mid to high-range fashion along with its' own makeup and perfume line.
Yes, you heard that right. I had sex with my boss and have been doing so for the past nine months. The circumstance that led to this was as cliché as they come: I was just divorced and my self-esteem was in the gutter at that time. My then-husband had left me for a younger woman and there I was, thirty-four years old and suddenly single. I was extremely insecure and anxious, having to live by myself and doing things by myself for the first time in ten years. I had even forgotten how to balance my checks properly and to pay my bills on time. The only thing I have is my career, which I enjoy immensely, thank God. There are perks working in a fashion house, after all. Oh yeah, and I get to keep the apartment in Brooklyn; the bastard could leech off that bitch for all I care. And now, almost a year later, I have gotten used to cooking dinner for one and sleeping alone.
My boss, Liam, is forty-two and extremely hot. I have been working with him for five years and he is a great boss. He fills out a suit very nicely and although his dark hair is graying at the temples, he is not bothered by it, and it only adds to his sexual appeal. A lot of the women and some of the gay men working in the same building had a crush on him at some point or another and they are very intrigued by him, especially with his sex life.
Being Liam's secretary, I have always been discreet wherever it concerns him. Even when he was fucking the fashion designer in his room, never once had I ever gossiped about him.
Fiona Lee-Gates was one of the in-house fashion designers, who also happened to be Liam's girlfriend until very recently.
Yes, you heard that right, too. I had sex with my boss who, at the same time, was in an exclusive relationship with another woman. I guess I was not much better than the bitch who had stolen my husband.
But where was I? Oh, yes, I was talking about the 'circumstance' that started all this, nine months ago...
*****
We were having a small pre-Christmas celebration in the office for the staff working on the administrative floor. We had a little cocktail party and by eleven, the people were dispersing. The stragglers, including me, were finishing off the wine and champagne and singing Christmas songs merrily. I was in a melancholy mood, having finalized my divorce three months ago and facing the prospect of celebrating the holidays alone. I thought bitterly of my ex and if he was still with his little whore. God, I'd hoped he had her pregnant by now and he'd be celebrating his Christmas buying baby things and getting weird food for his woman at all hours instead of out partying like we used to do before. Well, he could go to hell now. I took a hearty gulp of my champagne.
I stood to get more champagne from the table. The quick movement, coupled with my near-intoxicated state, caused me to wobble slightly on my feet. A hand caught my arm before I fell.
"Whoa, there, Jessica," Liam said. "You okay?"
I looked up at him with a smile and tried to downplay my embarrassment for my drunkenness. "I'm fine, Liam. Thanks for that. I just felt dizzy for a moment."
He raised an eyebrow. "I think I will have to cut you off. You have been drinking non-stop for the past two hours."
Oh, was he paying attention to me?
"Take a rest in my office," he continued in that tone of voice that he always used when he wanted something done.
I felt my cheeks burned with embarrassment that he would talk to me like that in front of all our colleagues. We were not working, damn it! I glared at him for a moment before my gaze swept around the room; everybody else was either singing or talking amongst themselves. Nobody was taking notice of us and I would draw unnecessary attention if I started arguing with Liam. So, like a meek little mouse, I nodded and took off to the direction of his office.
I closed the door behind me and walked slowly towards the L-shaped couch that Liam used for casual meetings and entertaining guests. Slowly, I sank into the white leather cushions with a groan. My head was killing me; maybe sleeping it off wouldn't be such a bad idea, even if it was for a few minutes.
I opened the compartment beneath the couch and pulled out a couple of pillows. Liam hardly ever used them so they were always clean and fresh. Toeing off my four-inch heels, I laid down, resting my head on the pillows. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Something brushed against my cheek, jolting me awake. Liam was sitting next to me on the couch, looking down at me with his hand still on my cheek.
"Hi, I didn't mean to wake you," he said in a low voice. My breath caught in my throat by his close proximity and I was extremely conscious of his thumb near my mouth. As if my thoughts drew his attention, his gaze fell to my lips and I felt his thumb brushing against it. "You look so beautiful."
My heart stuttered at his unexpected compliment and I cleared my throat and asked the first thing that came to my mind. "Um, how's the party?"
Liam chuckled at my question as if he knew the effect he had on me. "Everybody's gone, Jessica. It's just you and me here."
"What? How long have I been asleep?" I tried to sit up but he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me.
"Relax," he said and I plopped obediently back down on the couch. "You've only been sleeping for like an hour. The party's ended ten minutes ago."
"Oh, my God, it's late," I muttered, running a hand across my forehead. "I have to go."
"How are you going home?" he asked. "You're not thinking of driving, are you?"
"Um, maybe I'll take a cab," I replied, wondering if I could even get one at this time of night.
Liam sighed and shook his head slowly. "It's dangerous to get a cab this late. Let me see you home. And I'll get someone to get your car for you so you don't have to worry about it."
I blinked, surprised by his offer. "Oh, uh, thank you for that. I appreciate it. Let me go get ready."
His hand returned to cradle my face. "I said I'll take you home. There's no rush to leave." His hand slid down my throat to the top button of my blouse.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked and I felt the button came undone. It hit me then that my boss was seducing me. My head spun, making the situation seemed surreal. His face came down and I felt the first touch of his lips against mine. I should have stopped him then. He had a girlfriend, for God's sake! I shouldn't let him kiss me, let alone touch me. Somehow, maybe the divorce had left me feeling rejected and I felt humiliated by my ex's cheating or maybe I was just a slut, plain and simple, I didn't stop Liam. He kept kissing me and his hands were busy undoing the rest of the buttons on my shirt and I just let him do it.
I let out a sigh when Liam unclasped my bra and my breasts were exposed. My nipples puckered when they came into contact with the cool air. He immediately teased a hardened tip with his tongue before sucking it. My hands slid to the buttons of his shirt. I needed him naked, too. He reared back to take off his shirt before he returned to kiss me. He pushed my skirt up to my waist and with a few quick pulls, got my underwear off. I knew I was wet even before he slid a finger inside me. I opened my legs wider and raised my hips slightly. Soon, I was quivering and screamed his name when I climaxed.
"Liam, please fuck me, Liam," I pleaded shamelessly.
"With pleasure, Ms. Keating," he said as he guided his erection to my pussy and pushed in. I didn't even realize he had taken off his pants. My inner muscles parted easily for his entrance. I let out my breath with a whoosh. I hadn't had the chance to see his cock, but I could tell he was extremely well-endowed from the fullness within me. He stretched me to the point of pain, but I was feeling extremely horny and the slight bite only added fuel to my libido.
Liam didn't wait for me to adjust to his size. He immediately started to pull out before pushing back in, stretching me again. He picked up the pace, rutting against me as I lay helplessly beneath him. He guided my legs around his waist and continued to fuck me ruthlessly until I was screaming with every thrust of his hips. I didn't know how many times I came; it felt like they rolled and merged with one another, forming a never-ending wave of pleasure. Sweat formed on Liam's forehead and he grunted with every breath.
"You like this, Jessica?" he asked.
"Yes, it's so good," I moaned.
"Who is fucking you, Jessica?" he asked.
I struggled to answer for a moment as I felt that tightening again. "You, Liam," I gasped. "You are fucking me." I was becoming delirious from my orgasms. "Oh, God, Liam, please..." I was pleading for him to hurry at this point. I didn't think I could handle another orgasm.
