I knock on the door and exhale heavily as my heart races faster.

The door opens in a rush and there he stands. All 6ft 3inches of gorgeous man. He smiles sexily when he sees me in my outfit, and I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Hello, Mr. Masters. I believe you wanted to see me, sir.”

He smirks. “I did. Please, come in.”

I roll my lips to hide my smile and walk past him into the room. He closes the door behind me.

I turn to him as I continue in my role. “Please don’t fire me, sir. I promise I won’t do it again.”

He lifts his chin, his eyes alight with mischief. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t. Disobedient secretaries need to be punished.”

“Please, no,” I beg. “I’ll do anything to keep my job.”

He licks his lips as his hungry eyes drop to my breasts. “Define anything.”

I move closer to him. “There must be something I can do for you, sir,” I whisper in his ear.

“I’m not that kind of man,” he says calmly.

I lean forward and grab his hard dick in my hand, pushing him back against the wall. “But I’m that kind of woman.” I drop to my knees and undo his belt,

sliding his pants down swiftly. That beautiful, big cock springs free, and I take it into my mouth.

He inhales sharply, his hands moving to the back of my head.

I look up and smile at him. He frowns down at me, obviously surprised and confused. He was not expecting this, I can tell.

“Fuck my mouth. Punish me, Mr. Masters,” I beg around his cock.

He closes his eyes, lost somewhere between pleasure and disbelief, and then he grabs my hands in his hair as he begins to slide in and out of my mouth.

I look up with wide eyes, watching him come undone.

“Fuck,” he moans. I bare my teeth and he hisses, “Fuck.”

This is hot—stupid hot—and I know I’m meant to be doing this for him, but it’s turning me on big time.

His suit pants drop to his knees, and I get a rush of moisture in my sex. He’s lost control.

I stop at once and stand, and all he can do is pant as he watches me, breathless and confused.

“Tell me my job is safe and you can have more.” His eyes darken.

“Your job is safe.”

I unbutton his shirt and slide it over his shoulders. I take off his pants, and then his jocks before I push him back onto the bed. He’s submissive and naked, his cock lying up against his stomach. I stand on the bed over him, making sure he’s watching me intently. I slowly begin to take my shirt off, throwing it onto the floor, and then I slide my skirt down my legs and dramatically kick it off.

He’s on his back looking up at me with fire dancing deep in his eyes and his stomach. He reaches out for me, but I move away so he can’t touch me.

I take off my bra and my panties, so I’m wearing nothing more than his blue tie, my suspender belt, and my stockings.

“What do you want, Judge Masters?” I whisper as I run my fingers over my nipples.

“Get on me,” he growls.

I kneel beside him and take his cock into my mouth again. “Not so fast,” I breathe on the upstroke.” I turn my behind towards him as I bend over, allowing his two fingers to slide inside me.

He moans and his legs open automatically.

I go up onto my knees and circle my hips to ride his fingers. I play with my nipples, and my eyes hold his. “Oh, you feel so good,” I whisper. “I need you,” I moan. “You can’t ever tell my husband about this.”

His fingers pump me aggressively. I can tell he’s losing control and it makes me smile down on him. “You’re a very naughty boy, Judge Masters. Do you like fucking other men’s wives?” I whisper as I roll my hips.

Oh, man, I feel like I’m in a bad porno here, but who cares? He seems to love it.

“I need a real man to fill me up. A man with a big hard cock,” I moan as I arch my back onto his fingers. Perspiration beads on his forehead. His mouth is hanging open as he watches me, completely in awe.

He’s about to lose it.

I glance at the door suddenly. “I didn’t lock the door, sir. Somebody could walk in here any moment and see us on your desk.”

He closes his eyes and I smile, knowing he’s losing his shit.

“Get on me now,” he growls.

I hop up from the bed and go to my handbag to grab one of his condoms that I stole from his bathroom cabinet. I open it and slowly roll it onto him.

I bend and take his cock into my mouth and I moan around it.

“I want a pay rise,” I whisper.

Arousal dances in his eyes. He likes this game. “How much?”

I lick his balls, and he drops his head back in pleasure. “Ten thousand extra, plus a company car.”

“I don’t have the power to authorize that.” He plays along.

I sit up, acting offended, and then I smile darkly as a new idea comes to me. I look him straight in the eyes. “Twenty thousand and you can take the condom off.”

His eyes darken with an intensity I’ve never seen on any man before. A heavy silence hangs between us.

“Do you want to blow inside me, Judge Masters? Do you want to fill another man’s wife with your load?”

His body convulses. He’s so close to coming. “Fucking hell, Bree,” he cries as he loses the last of his control. “Get the fuck on me… now!”

I smile as I lower myself onto him, wiggling from side to side to try and loosen myself up. He’s so big.

We struggle for a moment until my body opens up and he slides in deep.

“Oh… fuck,” he moans, grabbing my hips.

I ride him, deep and hard. I sit up so that he can fully see me, and I hold the tie between my fingers.

His body rises to meet mine and I know he’s completely in the zone.

God, he’s beautiful…

“Give it to me,” I moan. “Fuck me.”

He grabs my behind and starts to fuck me hard. His tie hangs down in his face and my breasts are bouncing up and down.

“Oh God, this is so good,” I pant as I bounce. “You’re so deep,” I whimper. “So, so deep.”

His face creases together, and he cries out as he comes, the jerking inside of me setting me off, making me climax, too. We move together slowly as we begin to come down, his hands softly running up and down my back.

Our eyes are locked.

He’s quiet, shocked into silence I think. I lay down on his chest and he holds me close. His heart beats hard next to mine as we rest together for a moment.

“I’m glad you’re not my secretary for real.” He smirks against my forehead.

“I kind of am.” I giggle.

“No, don’t remind me that you work for me.”

I smile. “Don’t remind me that you’re my boss.”

He pulls out, removes his condom, and drags me back down over him. His fingers trail up and down my arm, and I can practically hear his thoughts bouncing around.

I stay silent and can’t help but feel he’s different to how he was the other day with me. He seems warmer.

“I’ve got to get going,” I whisper.

“What?” His face falls and his arms tighten around me. “No. Why?”

“Willow has golf this afternoon. I promised her I’d take her.”

“I’ve arranged for my mother to pick up the kids. She’s happy to take them to their activities,” he says.

“No.” I sit up as I pull out of his grip. “I promised Will that I would take her.”

“But… but we… I haven’t spent any time with you yet,” he stammers.

I smile and kiss his lips. "You've fucked me. That's all that you wanted me here for, isn't it?"

He frowns, obviously annoyed by me stating the obvious. “I haven’t fucked you enough.” “Another time, maybe.” I smile.