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  Her Forbidden Fantasy

  (A Taboo Short Story)

  By:

  Michelle Dare

  Her Forbidden Fantasy

  Michelle Dare

  Published by Michelle Dare

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  Her Forbidden Fantasy

  No one should go to work feeling nervous. It should be about doing your job and nothing else. You go in, do what you were hired to do, and leave. I wish that were the case for me. Instead, I approach each day with butterflies in my stomach and wet panties.

  Just seeing my boss, Jackson Solt, causes a current of lust to run straight to my core. He’s the Founder and CEO of Solt Industries. Broad shoulders, jet black hair, clean shaven and a square jaw, fuck that man does me in every single time I see him. It doesn’t help that I’m his personal assistant. I do anything he asks. Anything.

  I type letters, make calls, pick up his dry cleaning, take his SUV to be serviced. Anything you can think of I’ve done it, with the exception of what I really want him to ask me to do. Blow him, ride him, let him have his way with me. Those requests haven’t come. Yet.

  I think the reason why is that I’m the twenty year old daughter of his fiancé. Yup, you heard that right. My mother had me when she was eighteen. We look more like sisters than mother and daughter. Luckily, I inherited her good looks. Long, wavy hair, green eyes, small frame, and decent sized breasts. The only difference between us is that her hair is blonde and mine is brown.

  She said I got that from my father. I’ve never met him, but have seen pictures. He split when my mother told him she was pregnant with me. Whatever. I used to long to meet him, but he made it clear he had no desire to ever know me.

  I glance up and look over my cubicle wall to see Jackson sitting at his desk, moving his pen in between his fingers. His office door lines up perfectly with my desk. He stares at his computer unaware that I am watching him. My eyes focus in on his hand and those long fingers.

  I’ve fantasized many times about what they would feel like inside of me, slowly bringing me to climax. I sink down in my chair and close my eyes letting my mind wander. No, work is not the place to fantasize about my boss, but I can’t help it.

  My mind is left wondering if his hands are smooth or on the rougher side. Would he know to hook them forward inside of me to help me find the utmost pleasure? My thighs squeeze together at the thought.

  The vibrator I keep in my bedside table at home gets quite a workout thanks to such fantasies. I’m completely lost in my head when the sound of a throat clearing causes my eyes to fly open. Standing before my cubicle is Jackson.

  His eyes shift to my chest and I realize that my right hand is partially into my v-neck sweater. Shit! I remove it as fast as possible and on a shaky voice say, “Is there something I can help you with?”

  “Celeste, could you please come into my office when you have a minute? I have something I’d like to go over with you.”

  I slowly drag my bottom lip in between my teeth, wondering if I’ll be in trouble for the way he caught me at my desk. My eyes were shut. It could have looked like I was sleeping on the job.

  Looking at him, I notice his gaze is on my mouth as I continue to chew my lip in worry. This job is too important to me. I couldn’t make this kind of money anywhere else with the experience I have. The only reason I got the job is because of my mother. I’m sure of it.

  When he makes eye contact again I can’t move. The steel blue color of his eyes draws me in and I’m unable to think of anything, but how much I want him.

  The hand that he’d been resting on my cubicle wall moves out of sight and I watch as he shifts a little. Why though? Do I have an effect on him, too? Could he have been adjusting himself? I need to get ahold of myself. He might have just had an itch.

  “Celeste?”

  Shit, he asked me a question. “Oh, of…course,” I say, stumbling over my words. “I’ll be right in. I just need to grab my notepad and a pen.”

  He nods and turns to go inside his office. I grab my pad and pen with a sweaty hand and stand. My other hand brushes down my black skirt to work out any creases. I also straighten my sweater before walking inside.

  When I get to his door I enter making sure to add a little extra sway to my hips. Jackson looks up and I notice he’s drawn right to them. So he does notice me in that way, but would he ever act on it? That’s the question. I must be feeling bold, because a plan slowly surfaces and I decide to find the answer.

  Taking a seat in front of his desk, I cross my legs making sure my skirt rides up a little on my thigh. He uses his finger to slightly loosen the tie around his neck. The expensive, tailored black suit he wears is a huge turn-on for me. Pen at the ready, I look right into his eyes, silently urging him to speak.

  “I need help with something, but this is more…personal. As you know, your mother’s birthday is coming up and I want to get her something she’ll really like.”

  I smirk and say, “Like a bag full of money?” My hand quickly flies to my mouth. Shit, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Slowly I bring my hand back down to my lap.

  He stares at me and I see the corner of his mouth quirk up. I lick my lips in response. I can’t look at his mouth without wicked things entering my mind.

  “While that is an interesting suggestion, I was thinking more along the lines of jewelry.”

  “That works. She loves when you give her gifts. I’m sure
whatever it is she’ll like it.”

  “I went to the local jeweler’s website and found some pieces that are possibilities. I wanted to get your opinion.”

  He motions toward the computer screen and I get up to walk around his desk. The smell of his cologne drifts to me, infiltrating my body. The scent makes my knees weak as I stand by his side. He looks up at me from his chair and I smile. I don’t want him to see the effect he has on me, not yet anyway.

  As he leans forward to use the keyboard his hand brushes against mine causing a jolt of electricity to run through me. He stills for a second, but then starts typing. Gorgeous diamond necklaces appear on the screen. These aren’t the kind you see every woman wearing. These are the big, expensive kind that not all can afford. My mother will fall at his feet if he gives her one of them.

  “Wow, those are really nice,” I say. “I know she will love any of them.”

  Turning, he smiles up at me. I can’t help but stare at his mouth and a sigh escapes me. His smile falters slightly and I watch as his eyes move lower, all the way down my body. I decide to make my move and solidify what I already know.

  Pretending like I’m going to lean forward to get a closer look, I drag my high heel on the carpet, making myself stumble forward. He moves quickly to catch me and I end up on the edge of his lap with our faces only inches apart.

  He sucks in a breath at our nearness. I can’t believe I’m so close to Jackson, my boss, and also the man that will soon be my stepdad. This is all so wrong, but I can’t change how I feel. I can’t change how my body reacts to him.

  Shifting a little, I become fully seated on him. His hand now rests on my upper thigh. “Thank you for catching me,” I say.

  My hand slowly begins to rub up and down this arm. I can feel his fingers flex on my thigh, making my legs part as if on instinct. I watch as his other hand comes up to my face to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

  With a rough voice he says, “You are very beautiful, Celeste.”

  Heat rushes to my face and I know my cheeks have tinged pink. His hand is smooth when it cups my cheek. Ever so slowly he drags his thumb across my lower lip. I decide to move this along and bend my head down to take it into my mouth.

  As soon as my tongue finds the soft pad of his finger, I glance up to see his eyes close and a moan escapes him. Shifting slightly on his lap, I can feel him harden beneath me. Luckily, I remembered to close the door when I entered his office. No one can see us.

  Releasing his thumb from my mouth, I lean forward and capture his lips with mine. He doesn’t move at first, but after my tongue sweeps the seam of his lips he grants me entrance. His mouth tastes of mint as our tongues dance inside.

  The kiss intensifies and he pulls me into his chest before suddenly pulling back, uncertainty clear on his face. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Your mother and I are getting married in a few months.”

  “I can’t help the way I feel, Jackson. My body reacts at every sight of you. I want you.”

  “You have no idea how badly I want you. I see you touch that pen of yours to your lip or absently play with your hair. It turns me on more than you know, but it’s wrong. I’m going to be your stepfather. This isn’t a relationship we can have.”

  I bring my mouth to his ear and whisper, “No one has to know. It can be our secret. We see each other almost every day at work. This can be our time.”

  I don’t give him a chance to react. Placing kisses along his neck, I trail my way down to his chest. I remove his tie and slowly unbutton his shirt. When I gently take his nipple between my teeth his hand starts moving up my skirt.

  Fortunately, it’s summer and my legs are bare leaving only my thong beneath my skirt. Trailing my lips over to his other nipple, I bring my hand down to his slacks. I undo his belt, button and zipper, and reach my hand in to grab his length. In one swift movement his dick is free from its confines.

  He’s much larger than I imagined. Now I have doubts if he will really fit inside of me. He’s so thick and long. Fuck, this man is massive.

  I enjoy the feel of him in my hand and begin to work him up and down. Pre-cum beads at the tip. I use my thumb to collect it and spread it over the head. His low moan only pushes me further.

  My mouth finds his again, but this time it’s not a slow, sensual kiss. It’s hungry and urgent. His hand finds my silky underwear and quickly pushes them aside. The moment his finger goes between my folds I shiver. He is spreading my wetness up to my swollen clit and begins rubbing it in small circles.

  His hands, his tongue, I need more. I release his dick and lift my sweater over my head. After tossing it to the floor I unhook my bra. He uses his free hand to cup one of my breasts and bring it to his mouth.

  When his tongue flicks my nipple I cry out. I need to have him inside of me. We’ve gone this far, now I want to go all of the way. Standing up, I remove the rest of my clothing and sit on his desk directly in front of him. Placing my feet on the armrests of the chair, I spread my legs wide to give him a full picture of what I’m offering.

  “I want you inside of me, Jackson.”

  I can see the heat in his stare. “I can’t resist you any longer. You’ve been prancing around my office for months in tight shirts and short skirts. And that mouth of yours,” he growls. “I’ve been wondering what your lips would feel like against mine. Now that I’ve had a taste I want more.”

  He stands and walks to the door, turning the lock. When he returns he strips off his shirt and pushes his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. I’ve wanted this for so long, but is my body ready to take all of him? His cock is right in front of me and I start to whimper. I can only hope he doesn’t rip me apart when he enters me.

  Seeming to know what I’m thinking, he says, “Don’t worry about that, baby. I’ll be nice and gentle, but once I’m inside of you I’m going to fuck you hard. This has been a long time coming.”

  He reaches into his top desk drawer and pulls out a condom. I don’t have time to ponder why he keeps condoms in there. Once he’s fully sheathed he pushes me gently back onto the desk and pulls my ass to the edge. He positions himself at my entrance and oh so slowly pushes inside.

  Surprisingly, my body welcomes his size with little resistance. I can feel myself stretching, but I’m so turned on that my wetness is really helping ease him in.

  “You’re so tight,” he growls. “Fuck, you feel good. Are you ready for me to move?”

  “Yes, please. I need you.”

  He doesn’t hesitate. Holding onto the outside of my thighs with my legs hanging over his arms, he begins to move. The muscles in his chest and abdomen tighten as he powers into me. Sex with him is better than I could have ever imagined.

  The office is quiet with the exception of his body meeting mine on every thrust. I’m moaning and using my fingers to twist and pull at my nipples.

  “I’m so close. Fuck me harder,” I beg.

  “Damn, baby, I’m barely hanging on myself.”

  He picks up the pace and after a couple more thrusts I’m soaring. I have to bite my lower lip to keep from screaming out. I’m not sure how sound proof the walls are and don’t want the whole office knowing what we are doing.

  As soon as I start to come down, he slams into me one last time and finds his own release. We are both left panting and slick with sweat.

  Pulling out, he removes the condom, knots it, and throws it in the trash. He doesn’t bother to dress before collapsing into his chair. I prop myself up on my elbows to look at him. I can see the weight of what just happened settle on him.

  Before he has a chance to speak I sit up and move to his lap. “That was amazing,” I say. “Better than any of the times I’ve fantasized about you.”

  He looks a little surprised by my statement. “You’ve fantasized about me?”

  I smile. “Every night before I go to sleep.”

  “I don’t know what we’re going to do. I don’t feel right marrying your mother now. Knowing that you’ve been t
hinking of me as I have of you makes me hard all over again.”

  I know my mom really well and need to ease his mind a little. “Don’t marry her. She doesn’t truly love you. I know she only wants you for your money. Call it off. Let’s not stop this thing between us.” He shakes his head. I can see he’s torn. “Jackson, look at me. Do you really love her? Honestly, deep in your heart?”

  “No, I don’t. Shit. I can’t believe I just said that. I did love her in the beginning, but things have changed between us lately. Sex has been minimal and she really doesn’t seem interested anymore.”

  This is the part that might hurt him and while I don’t want to do that, he needs to know the truth. “That’s because she’s been sleeping with the guy next door. Has been for years. I thought she stopped when you two met, but then I caught her sneaking back home in the middle of the night last week. She doesn’t know I saw her and I doubt she was over there borrowing flour.”

  “That makes the decision easy then. I’ll talk to her tonight.”

  A thought occurs to me and I began to panic. “Does this mean I’ll lose my job? I know you only hired me because of her.”

  He smiles and kisses me. “No, your job is secure. I’m not letting you go anywhere. In fact, I just thought of a new reward program for you. One that I think you will enjoy very much. I know I will,” he says with a wink.

  He lifts me so I’m back on his desk. I’m not quite sure what he’s doing until he drops to his knees in front of me. “This is only one of the many ways I plan on showing you how much I appreciate your help around the office.”

  His mouth finds my clit and I cry out in surprise. Pleasure courses through me as he alternates between licking and sucking on me. Oh yeah, I can definitely get used to this kind of program.