After Hours: Emily works late one evening with her very sex boss Mr. Phillips. Things heat up quickly leaving them both sated and surprised with the turn of events.
Bonus Short Story: The Last Day (Part 1)
Emily sighed at the email she received a few minutes before 5:00pm.
Join me in the conference room at 5:15pm. You will be working late this evening.
Make sure you are prompt,
Emily stared at her computer screen and rubbed her forehead. Of course Friday at five o’clock he tells her she is working late. He doesn’t ask if she has plans or if she would mind. That would be too human of him. Mr. Morgan Phillips never showed emotion. Please and thank you were unnecessary etiquettes he couldn’t be bothered with. Direct and straight to the point, Mr. Phillips seemed more like a robot most of the time. A very attractive, sexy robot, she thought with a snort, but still a robot.
Everyone else would be leaving at five, and then it would just be her and Mr. Phillips. Alone with him and his broad shoulders, thick blonde hair and sculpted ass, he might be a robot but she wasn’t. And she definitely noticed his body.
His mere presence was enough to cause her sex to clench and become wet with desire. She felt his eyes on her at times; his dark amber colored eyes that bored into her. Sometimes she would day dream about him taking her over his desk. She wondered if the robot thought about fucking her on his desk. He wasn’t married and he didn’t have a girlfriend, so maybe, just maybe there was a chance for her… Hopeful thinking.
The rest of her work coworkers started to gather up their coats and Emily realized with a jolt that it was after five. Her heart pounded against her chest. Why was she so nervous? It wasn’t like she’d never been alone with her boss before. Emily often stayed after hours with Mr. Phillips but this was the first time she was staying with him in an empty building. The thought of being completely alone with him set her nerves on fire.
Emily’s hand slowly started to slide down her thigh, teasing close to the hemline of her dress. She wanted to shove her hand up her skirt and into her panties. She was so horny; the thought of rubbing her clitoris until she orgasmed caused her body to flush. Could she give herself relief before she had to meet Mr. Phillips? She shook her head, whispered, “Snap out of it Emily, you cannot do this here.”
“Ms. Spencer, come here.” His deep voice echoed in the empty room.