Page 86 of Damaged Beast
“Seriously Prime, what are you doing here? You haven’t been in the office on a Friday since I started working.”
“That can’t be true.” He rubs a hand over his face. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
“Yeah? You love work now?”
“No.” He looks at me, the humor gone. “I love you, and you’re here.”
I laugh, but he’s not smiling. “Prime, it’s okay. You know I’m safe here.”
“Are you sure?” He pulls me off the desk. I yelp as I land in his lap. He drags me to his mouth and kisses me deeply.
I wiggle my ass against his dick. “Actually, I’m veryunsafewhen you’re treating me like that. Don’t you know about workplace harassment?”
“I’ve seen the HR videos but I can’t ever concentrate.”
“Why not? They’re very important.”
“The actress they hired to give the talk has enormous tits. They’re way too distracting.”
“Prime! You can’t make jokes like that about a sexual harassment seminar!”
“I can and I did.” He pinches my ass and cups one of my breasts. “But speaking of wonderful bodies and attractive women?—“
“Noooo, no, no, no, no way.” I try to escape his grasp but he holds me tightly. “I am not rewarding your poor behavior.”
“Why not! I’m in the office and I’m working so hard! I need an outlet, Deanna, and your pretty mouth is perfect. Or maybe your pretty pussy? Or maybe I can fill your tight, virginal ass, stretch you wide and fuck you bloody until you’re screaming and I fill you with my cum. Does that work better?”
“Jesus fucking hell,” I mutter, cheeks turning pink. “You want to have anal sex with me?”
“I want to fuck every hole, lick every inch, and drink every drop of you, Deanna. Yes, I want to fuck your ass, and I want to fill your pussy with a toy while I do it and your mouth too. I want you to gag and scream as every hole is fucked and dripping.”
I bite my tongue to keep from moaning. That honestly sounds really good, but I can’t let him know that, or else I’m going to end up lying on his desk stuffed to the brim.
Then again, that’s not the worst use of an afternoon….
There’s a knock at his office door. I jump up, and swat him away when he tries to drag me back. “Stop, someone’s here.”
“Let them watch. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Let the whole office see what a dirty slut you are for me?—“
I throw a stapler at his chest and stride to the door. The front receptionist is waiting in the hall looking flustered. “Melanie? What’s the matter?” I ask.
“Ah, there’s a man here, and he’s being very pushy, says he has a meeting with Mr. Spadaro?”
I shake my head and check my phone. “There’s nothing on his calendar.”
“Clear my schedule!” Prime calls from behind me. “I have a very important task I need to perform!”
I flip him off behind my back so Melanie can’t see it. “Who’s waiting?”
“He says his name is Mr. Carbone?” She wrings her hands nervously. “He was being really insistent. Should I call security?”
My feet go cold. My heart pounds and I look back at Prime. His smile is gone and the shadow’s back. He half stands, rage etched in the tension in his shoulders.
“Send him back,” I tell Melanie. “Thank you for coming to us.”
“Right away.” She hurries off.
“That mother fucker,” Prime snarls viciously. “He’s coming to my fuckingofficenow? Uninvited like this and demanding to see me? That piece of shit, slimy mother?—“
