Against the Glass (Office Liaisons Book 1)
Against the Glass
Office Liaisons Book One
Jessica Ingro
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Jessica Ingro
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For my Mom.
Chapter One
I have a naughty secret. One that brings a smirk to my face whenever I think about it. Especially today.
See, I have an obsession with erotic novels. I can’t seem to put them down, even at work. My Kindle is attached to me at the hip every minute of the day.
So, what’s this secret, you ask?
Well… my books tend to get me all hot and bothered while I’m sitting at my desk or in the breakroom. When that happens, I’ll squirm in my chair with visions of all the dirty things I read about playing in my head.
More often than not the hero in the story morphs into Parker Stone, my boss. With midnight black hair and deep blue eyes, he’s all powerful, lean muscle. Oh and he towers over my five-foot four-inch petite frame. Just the thought of how much larger his body is compared to mine makes me wet. Knowing how easily he could dominate me is a turn on of epic proportions.
So, when I get so turned on I can barely function, I usually sneak into the executive washroom that Parker gave me card access to and I masturbate. I come hard as I imagine he’s eating my pussy or finger-fucking me or hell, even shoving his cock in my ass. It really all depends on what I’ve been reading that day.
When I’m finished, I always feel so naughty. Like such a bad little girl. Especially since I have no one to share my secret with which makes it that much more delicious.
I’ve gotten myself off at work more times than I can count. So what makes today so special?
Well today, I didn’t wash my hands afterward. Instead, I went straight back to Parker’s office and handed him the folders he needed for his three o’clock meeting.
It was a strategic move really. He recently broke things off with his woman after nearly a year together. The same one he began seeing not long after he learned of his now ex-wife’s infidelity. I haven’t set up any “meetings” for him afterhours, so I know his balls are probably a little blue. And well, I was just reading a story about a boss and his secretary where he bound and gagged her, fucking her on his desk while he ran a conference call with his board of directors.
You can see my dilemma, right?
After handing him the files, I leaned over where he sat at his desk, making sure my cleavage was quite visible, and adjusted his tie. My fingers lingered near his jaw line. The same jaw line that tensed as he took in a deep breath. His eyes fixated on my breasts as he leaned into my touch.
At that moment, our eyes locked and I knew I had him. I couldn’t believe it. My imagination started running wild. Would he force me to my knees and make me blow him under his desk? Would he bend me over his desk and fuck me senseless? Would he mark me when it was his turn to come?
In my mind, the sky was the limit, so you can imagine my disappointment when none of those things happened. Hell, nothing sexy happened at all. He simply pulled back and stormed from the room with his folders in hand.
So now, here I am, sitting at my desk, typing away and trying to come up with my next move. You see, when Parker left for that three o’clock meeting, I started reading a new book. One that was even hotter than the last.
Chapter Two
What is a girl to do when the man she so very badly wants to fuck ignores her advances at every turn? That is the question bouncing around my head as I ride the train into Manhattan this Monday morning. Unfortunately, I don’t have the answer.
Parker has successfully deflected every carefully placed sexual advance I’ve lobbed his way. He’s even started having his late night “meetings” again, so I know the escorts are servicing him. That means he doesn’t need my services. The thought makes me frown. I stop myself just shy of stomping my foot.
I really shouldn’t give in to this sick obsession festering inside me. After all, Parker is my boss and, in the six years I’ve worked for Stone, Lundwig and Stone, LLC, I have never dipped my foot in the corporate pool. I mean, I’ve always found him attractive, but it was only after this crazy dream I had about him that I began to wonder what it would be like to actually be with him. That dream was six months ago and ever since, I’ve found my antics getting crazier and crazier. Like touching him with my masturbation hand last week. Even I don’t know what I was thinking there.
Exiting the subway, I jog up the concrete steps and emerge into the fresh air. Taking a deep breath, I exhale slowly and smile up into the sun. Working in the city had been a dream of mine since I was a little girl growing up on Long Island, and I’ve never taken one second of it for granted. I enjoy the hustle and bustle, the crowded sidewalks, the sounds of midtown traffic. Without fail, it always leaves a big smile on my face.
Foot traffic is a bear as I make my way up Lexington Avenue to the glass façade building that houses the architectural firm I work for. I may be an executive assistant now, but with only a year left to go until I have my degree, I’m hoping to transition into a more hands on role within the company and the coveted internship spot next semester. Not only will that position provide me with a great learning experience, it will also give me more time working under Parker. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll finally find myself working under him in an entirely different capacity.
“Good morning, Carlos,” I greet the burly security guard on my way through the turnstile to the bank of elevators.
“Morning, Miss Lancaster,” he returns with a smile before the customary scowl returns to his face as people make their way into the building.
My foot taps lightly on the elevator floor as it rises, continually stopping to let people off. When it arrives at the twenty-eighth floor, I bound out with a little pep in my step. Some people hate Mondays. I happen to love them. There is something refreshing about starting each week with a new slate. You never know what the next seven days will hold, so why not make the most of them?
After stopping to drop my purse at my desk, I grab two cups of coffee from the kitchen before starting the day. My computer is booted and my email loading when Parker arrives. I greet him with a smile and proceed to follow him into his office, reading the messages left on voicemail as I go. Setting the cup of coffee I brought him down on his desk blotter, I look up when I realize he isn’t paying attention to me. He’s lost in thought, his gaze aimed at the New York skyline out t
he window.
“Is something wrong?” I ask when clearing my throat still doesn’t garner his attention.
“What?” He responds absently.
“I asked if something’s wrong.”
I refrain from putting my hand on his muscular bicep and squeezing. It’s a compulsion I constantly work to keep in check whenever he runs his hand through his hair. His beautiful, wavy and, what I imagine as being soft hair.
“My psychopath ex-wife won’t let me see Gracie on Friday.” He lowers his hand from his hair to rub the sexy-as-sin scruff along his jaw. It’s unlike Parker to not shave on a Monday. Fridays when he has nothing scheduled? Sure. But never on a Monday. His ex’s latest stint of withholding their daughter from him is taking its toll. It’s despicable the way she uses that sweet girl as a pawn.
“What’s her angle this time?” I straighten the stack of papers on his desk in an effort to keep myself from physically consoling him.
Parker moves away from the floor-to-ceiling windows and settles in his chair. A heavy sigh leaves him as his ass settles into the buttery soft leather. Leather I’ve fantasized about having my bare ass on, with my feet propped on the desk and Parker’s broad shoulders spreading my legs wide. His mouth latched firmly on my pussy.
Is it suddenly hot in here? I discreetly fan myself with the paper in my hand.
“She wants the house in the Hamptons this summer.” His voice sounds weary and my hand rests on his shoulder of its own accord. He’s warm under my palm and as if it has a mind of its own my hand starts moving down his arm. It’s not until Parker’s eyes track the movement that I’m aware of what I’m doing. I abruptly pull back as if I’ve been burned.
Bad Paige.
“But you got the house in the settlement,” I remind him while taking a few steps back. I begin fixing my pencil skirt and tucking some stray hair back into the messy bun on the back of my head. Anything to keep my hands busy and off the boss.
“It doesn’t matter. She’s a succubus. She takes and takes and takes. One day she’ll completely suck me dry.”
“So compromise. Tell her she can use the house for part of the summer if you can see Gracie.” I shrug. It seems logical to me.
“I tried. She’s saying that since I’ll be at a benefit Friday night, I don’t need her this weekend.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and leans back in his chair, closing his eyes in thought.
“That’s ludicrous. It isn’t like you’ll be out all night. She’s never had an issue bring Gracie over on Saturday morning before.”
“Like I said, she’s a succubus.” After several moments of me staring at him lost in thought while his eyes remain closed, he says, “I know… I have an idea.”
“What’s that?”
“How about you come to my house Friday after work? You can stay with Gracie until I get home.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I shake my head and begin backing towards the door. His daughter is the cutest little six-year old I’ve ever known, but the thought of being in charge of her for any given amount of time is suddenly giving me hives.
“Gracie loves you.”
“I know she does, but can’t you find another babysitter? Someone a little more qualified?” I’m practically to the door now. I glance behind me and plot my escape.
“There’s no one I trust more. Please,” Parker asks. His big blue eyes blink at me and they’re filled with so much hope, I don’t think it’s even physically possible for me to say no to him.
“But—” I try, but then he smiles that beautiful smile and… Aw hell, I’m going to do it.
“Okay.”
“I knew I could count on you.” Parker rounds his desk and walks towards me. I’m momentarily stunned when his hands grip my arms affectionately as he plants a kiss on my lips before walking out the door.
My fingers press against the warmth where his mouth touched mine. Tingles radiate throughout my body; I can barely keep myself upright on my shaky legs.
Did that really just happen?
Shit, I really hope there’s no one in the washroom right now.
Chapter Three
Gracie’s sleeping and I’m pacing like a mad woman. This is bad. So very bad.
It all started when Miranda Stone dropped her daughter off earlier this evening. Her condescending tone and the way she looked down her nose at me, made me want to bitch slap her. Especially when she alluded to the fact that she shouldn’t be leaving Gracie in someone like mine’s company. Thankfully, my sharp retort was silenced when, at that moment, Gracie asked me to play dolls with her.
Then there is the fact that Gracie is the spitting image of her father. Staring at her sweet little face and hugging her tiny little body, made my ovaries go boom. I might be nervous about being in charge of her wellbeing, but that doesn’t mean I’m not fond of her. She is so well-behaved and loving, she makes you want to reproduce with Parker just to get more like her. And we all know how that process goes…
And lastly, I’m pacing like a mad woman because one, the whole damn apartment smells like Parker’s cologne. Two, because when I first laid eyes on his bed, I couldn’t help but run my fingers over the super soft Egyptian cotton sheets and imagine what they would feel like against my naked body. Three, because his nightstand is filled with magnum sized condoms. And four, because maybe, just maybe, a pair of his boxer briefs somehow found their way into my purse.
Do not judge me. You’d do the same if you were in my situation. Pent up lust and free reign over your obsession’s belongings make for a very nosy and very horny babysitter.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, I pick up my Kindle and attempt to read the erotic novel I started at work earlier today. I need something to occupy my mind, although I’m not sure the choice in reading material is wise at this moment.
My clit throbs as the woman in the story takes her lover’s cock in her ass at the same time she fucks herself with a dildo. I drop my Kindle on the sofa next to me and cup my crotch through my pants. God, it would be so easy to get myself off right now. That train of thought makes me feel guilty for thinking it while Parker’s sweet little daughter is sleeping down the hall. Surely it would be morally repugnant and bad judgment to masturbate while babysitting.
I check the clock and breathe a sigh of relief that Parker will be home soon. The town car that will be taking me back to Long Island should be here any minute. Soon enough, I’ll be home and orgasming in no time. Fingers crossed.
I’ve barely finished that thought when the front door opens. I quickly pull my hand from between my legs. I’m not sure, but I think Parker might have seen what I was doing, although he certainly doesn’t acknowledge it. Choosing to believe his silence means he’s oblivious, I tuck my embarrassment away for another day.
“How was she?” He asks while tugging on his bow tie. I watch with drool practically hanging from my mouth as he strips off his coat and drapes it over the chair. And, oh dear lord, why is it so erotic watching him unbutton the top few buttons on his dress shirt?
Do you think if I produce a stack of dollar bills, he’ll finish undressing for me?
“Paige?” Parker asks when I don’t immediately answer.
“Sorry, what?” I shake my head and focus on his words and not his killer body.
“How was Gracie?”
“Oh! Perfect. She went to bed right at eight o’clock. Do you need anything else?” I babble as I stand up quickly, like a rocket being launched. Grabbing my purse, I sprint towards the door. I need to get home now, and I need to work this horniness out of my system before I do something I’ll regret.
“No, I guess not.” His tone is bemused as he eyes me speculatively.
“Okay, then. See you Monday.”
I practically bolt out the door and opt to take the stairs in an effort to avoid Parker questioning me while I wait for the elevator. It isn’t until I’m in the car on the Long Island Expressway that I realize I left my Kindle on Parker’s couch.
Fuck.
It’s seven o’clock on a Saturday night and I’m lurking. It’s not my proudest moment, of that I’m sure.
Last night, with my hand between my legs and Parker’s name on my lips, I received a text from him telling me he hoped I was feeling well and that he would leave my Kindle on my desk at work. Knowing he’s a workaholic who can always be found at his desk on a Saturday morning, I knew I wouldn’t need to wait until Monday for it. But like a coward, I did wait all day to go get it so I wouldn’t have to see him. The less time I spend with him, the better. As last night proved, my restraint is wearing thin where he is concerned.
So now it’s the early evening hours and I am hoping to avoid Parker. Normally, I wouldn’t need to worry about it, but instead of only staying at the office for a few hours with Gracie this morning, the bastard is still sitting at his desk. With a direct line of sight to my own desk where my Kindle sits, waiting for me.
On my hands and knees, I crawl across the floor, hoping I’m going unnoticed. When I reach my desk, I breathe a sigh of relief and slowly reach my hand up to grab the Kindle. When it isn’t in the spot I thought it was, I start patting my hand along the wooden surface looking for it. When I still don’t find it, I risk a chance and poke my head up to locate the device.
That’s when I come face to face with the man I’m trying to avoid.
Parker clears his throat and arches an eyebrow. Amusement and perhaps concern blanket his features.
“Are you looking for this?” He holds up my Kindle and I give an embarrassed smile.
“I thought I dropped a contact,” I lie smoothly.
His eyebrow arches again, this time in disbelief. “You don’t wear contacts.”
My mouth drops open. How does he know that?