My Millionaire Lover Pt. 01

If you had told me, on my first day at Penfield Media, that nine months from now I would be straddling my millionaire married boss, I would have said:

What took me so long?

Because I had set my sights on Liam Ashburn, handsome media executive, long before I even interviewed at one of the largest growing companies in the Northern Hemisphere. Liam was known as a voracious flirt amongst my circle, though he was happily married. I had no desire to disrupt his marriage. All I wanted was to find someone to pay off some of my crushing debt.

Getting wined and dined by a millionaire ten years older than me was just an added perk.

***

I had toiled under Liam's junior colleague for six months. Liam had kept the same assistant for four years, a young woman who I had quickly befriended. She liked working under Liam, though she always dreamed of moving overseas and getting to practice the French she studied in college.

When a position at Penfield Paris opened up, you can believe I was the first to email her the listing. A month later, Liam's former assistant was swiping Duolingo on a one-way flight to Paris, and I had parlayed my excellent track record into a position under Liam.

Liam had a reputation prior to his marriage. A self-made man and admitted player, he'd cleaned up his boyish ways and married a respectable young woman. Interesting that she happened to be the granddaughter of the founder of Penfield Media, and a billionaire in her own right.

Interesting that we never call men gold diggers.

They had a white wedding featured in the Style section, and thousands of women punched their pillows in anger over another good one snapped up.

But I'd found that the wedding ring wasn't always the barrier women thought it was. After all, I wasn't looking for marriage, or even for love. I was looking for money, fun, and sex — in that order.

So at the Christmas office party, I painted my lips cherry red, wore my most hip-hugging wrap dress, and made sure everyone was having fun. Tonight would be a big night, I decided.

***

"Anything I can do for you before the party gets started, Mr. Ashburn?" I asked politely as I knocked on his open office door.

Liam looked up from his desk. "Is it six already?"

"It sure is." I said with a sing-song as I took a step into his office. "The caterers have arrived and are setting up downstairs."

"I can't believe we're having this party in the office. I know we have to tighten our belts but...." He grumbled, trailing off.

"I understand." I said. "I've heard rumors about past parties at Penfield. Were they really that glamorous as people make it sound?"

"Oh, you have no idea. Towers of champagne. We had strippers once. I mean, not that I approve." Liam coughed, remembering that he was speaking to not just a woman but his assistant. "That was demeaning. It was wild that we used to spend like that, but it was a lot of fun. And everyone was allowed a plus one. Not like now. Still, I suppose things have to change."

"Well, the office looks very festive. I'm not sure if you noticed what the party planning committee just came by to put up." I tapped the bough of mistletoe over his office door.

"A lawsuit waiting to happen." Liam got to his feet and walked towards the door. Despite being ten years older than me, he was a handsome man. Dark hair, fleck with gray, and mischievous ocean-slate eyes.

"I could take it down." I said, stretching upwards to give him a good look down my cleavage. He paused, looking at me, before stepping past me. His thighs brushing mine.

"Leave it for now." He said, tapping his lower lip. "It's festive."

Perhaps the Penfield Christmas party wasn't the glamorous downtown event it had once been, but that didn't stop the staff from getting wild. A few hours in and the prosecco was flowing. People were dancing in the conference room and making out in the bathroom. But I kept a calculated distance from Liam, who was jovial and completely professional the entire night.

When I saw him check his watch and start making goodbyes, I hurried upstairs to my desk outside of his office. It was dark and quiet on the executive floor. Nobody would be bothering us. I slipped into my seat and started my computer up, spread a few post-it notes on my desk, and made it look like I'd been working for the last forty minutes.

I heard his footsteps first as he rounded the corner.

"Audrey." Liam said, stopping. "I wish I were more surprised to find you hard at work."

"Just checking on a few more things." I said, standing up. "I'll get back to the party. Are you taking off?"

He looked at me for a long moment. "In a few. Why don't you join me for a drink as I get ready to go?"

I nodded my head and followed him into his office, closing the door firmly behind me. He pulled a half-finished bottle of champagne from his coat jacket and two plastic glasses.

"You're a hard worker. You of all people deserve to celebrate." He said, pouring the flutes full. "Relax for a moment."

"Thank you, Mr. Ashburn."

"Liam, Audrey. Please call me Liam."

"Of course. Old habits."

"I can't believe Simon made you call him Mr. Williams." Liam said, snorting. "What a douche."

He covered his mouth. "Sorry. Shouldn't speak badly of colleagues."

"I can't, but you can." I said slyly, sipping my champagne.

He chuckled. "And sorry about this fake champagne. Like I said, tightening the belts."

"I don't mind. This place is about more than just champagne." I said.

"Oh? And what do you think Penfield Media is about?"

I smiled lightly. "It's about the future. The work we do here.... I know I'm only a small part of it. But I'd rather be a small part here than a big part anywhere else."

He nodded. "I felt the same way when I started. I've seen your work. Your attention to detail, your writing portfolio."

"You've read my writing?"

"Of course. I check all my assistant's writing. You've got talent. In a few years, you'll have a much bigger role here."

"You think?" I asked, naïvely.

"Absolutely. You're smart. Unafraid of hard work. And you're good with people."

I looked down. "I try. It's hard, you know. To want things and to know that it all takes time, but not wanting to wait."

"You're like me. Eager. Hungry." Liam said. "I recognized it in you."

I looked up, locking my gaze with his. His eyes were intense, almost blazing. I bit my lower lip as I watched his eyes travel down from my face to my breasts.

"Does the hunger ever go away?" I asked softly.

He didn't blink.

"I haven't found out yet."

It was a long, tense silence before he coughed and finished his glass. "I should go." He said, as if remembering that he had a wife at home waiting for him.

I nodded. "Good night, Mr. Ashburn."

He gestured towards the door and I walked out first, then paused and flicked my eyes up to the mistletoe.

"Merry Christmas." I said, standing on my toes to kiss him on the cheek. My lips pressed against his face, which was rough with the beginnings of stubble. As I withdrew, slowly, our eyes fell on each other again.

I let him make the move. He pressed his mouth against mine, his full lips soft and firm against my own. I forced myself to hesitate, letting him think that this was his idea, before melting into him.

We parted only to kiss again, still slow and tentative but our lips now open against each other. When his hands dropped around my waist, I wrapped mine around his neck, draping my painted nails against his throat. The kiss deepened, and his hands grabbed me more tightly.

I had kissed enough married men to know that we were approaching the moment — the moment where he realized what he was doing, and either pulled away or dove further in. What would be more dominant: his lust or his regret?

I wanted it to be his lust. I dove deeper into his mouth, unspooling my tongue into his, thrusting my breasts harder against his chest. His hands dropped from my waist to my hips, steering me into him, then further down into the curve of my ass. He squeezed me against him as we kissed, our tongues wrapped in each other's mouths.

And for a moment, I forgot that it was part of my plan. That I had slipped my way into working for him, waited here for him here, had done everything I could to draw him into me. For a moment, it was just a kiss between two people who wanted each other.

I forgot that he was married as I pressed my hand against his warm chest, feeling his heartbeat through his impeccably tailored button-down. I flicked my tongue against his as the kiss got faster, hotter.

Hungrier.

He groped my ass, his hand demanding and firm. I pulled him tighter, feeling my flesh heat as we kissed longer, and longer. I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to have him here, on the floor of his office. His tongue surged against mine as his hands caressed my ass, tracing deep, warm circles across my body.

The jolt of his phone ringing broke us apart. His hands pulled away from my body and everything came back. My plan, my job, his wife.

"It's home." He said, his voice low and hoarse in his throat.

"You should go." I whispered.

He nodded, his cheeks reddened. I resisted the urge to press my hand to my own face, to see if I was burning just like he was.

But I wasn't about to let him vanish into the night. Let him pretend like this kiss had never happened, like our moment hadn't happened. I had a plan. I couldn't lose sight of it now, regardless of my attraction to him.

I stepped forward, slipping my foot between his legs, and kissed him lightly on the mouth. He returned my kiss. We broke slowly, a trail of saliva hanging between us.

"Have a good night, Audrey." Liam said.

I nodded and smiled as I took my coat from my desk. I imagined Liam running home to his shower, scrubbing my scent off of his neck, dreaming of my breasts as he lay next to his wife.

"I will." I murmured back.

***

Liam was out that Friday and when he returned on Monday, he was as brisk and efficient as ever. It didn't throw me: it was what I expected. When he asked me to step into his office at 4pm, I had already prepared how it would go.

"Thanks Audrey. I just wanted us to clear the air." He said, emerging from behind his desk and taking one of his seats.

"Of course." I said, sitting down beside him. "You know how much I value our work relationship."

"Good. Yes, I agree. Obviously, we got caught up that night. It was unprofessional of me, and I apologize for it."

"No apology necessary. I was just as responsible for our slip-up as you." I said firmly. "I think we just got confused."

"Yes. Confusion. Exactly."

"I think that maybe I've had these feelings for longer than I realized, and when we were talking .... Maybe they just took over. The moment."

"Feelings?" He said, pausing.

I needed to be careful here. But I always trusted my instincts.

"Just that we have ... a connection, I suppose." I said. "We're similar. It's why I enjoy working with you."

"But ... this connection. You've felt this way for a while?"

"I...." I looked down, then met his eyes. "Yes. I think I have."

Liam stood up, and I did too. For a moment, I thought I'd gone too far.

And then in the next moment, he was kissing me again. Open-mouthed, deep, passionate, sloppy, his tongue rolling against mine, his hands again grabbing at my ass. I put both hands on his face, angling him deeper into my mouth, lapping my tongue against his. He was all I wanted.

"Hold on." He said, and crossed the room to the door. I was afraid he was going to walk out but instead he locked it before returning to my mouth.

I was making out with my boss. Again. He pushed me against his desk, our mouths open and yearning for the other, as his hands slid up to my top.

It was earlier than I had anticipated, but I wasn't one to mess with timing. He filled his hands with my breasts, caressing me gently with his fingers. I reached up to undo my top two buttons and he immediately grabbed my breasts, his mouth still glued to mine. His lips moved downwards, to my chin, then my neck. His fingers were clumsy against my buttons as he peeled my top off, tossing it to the floor and then slipping his hands into my lacy bra. His palms were warm and soft against my tits. I sighed, then covered my mouth with my hands. He pulled back to look at me.

"Sorry. I'll be quiet."

He grinned and bit my lower lip as I rolled his jacket off of him. I didn't bother with his shirt buttons though. My focus was below his hips, which were grinding into me as I slid my ass onto the desk.

I leaned back and pulled my skirt up, wrapping my legs around Liam's thighs. He pushed harder against me, swiveling his hips harder into mine. I didn't realize he'd unclasped my bra until my breasts spilled forward and his tongue wrapped around my nipples. I moaned into his shoulder as he kissed and licked my tits, sucking my skin and nibbling it. I shivered under him, his touch sending waves of pleasure up my body.

"You are incredibly sexy." He murmured, in between kissing my breasts.

"I'm glad you approve." I whispered back, pulling him back up to my mouth. We exchanged another long, deep kiss as I reached for his waist.

He rubbed his groin and leaned into my ear. "Do you want this?"

"Please." I whimpered into his ear.

Liam reached for my hand and brought it to his hard cock. It was hot and thick under his pants. "It feels good, doesn't it?" He said quietly.

I nodded, bringing my other hand to caress my breasts. "It does." I whispered back. "Do you want to check to see how wet I am?"

He knelt below me and reached up my skirt. I lifted my hips as he slowly pulled my panties down past my ankles. To my surprise, Liam brought them to his nose and inhaled them, deeply, before sliding a hand between my thighs.

"How do I smell?" I whispered.

"Delicious." Liam said, as he rolled my skirt high up my hips. He pressed his mouth against my pussy, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. His mouth was soft and gentle as his tongue flicked against my vulva. "And you taste even better."

He kissed me there or a few moments, his lips soft and warm against my pussy. I resisted the urge to moan, aware that just because it was late in the workday didn't mean the floor was empty. I hadn't expected him to make this movement — I'd assumed a man as powerful as Liam was only concerned with his own orgasm. But no. He wanted me to lust after him too. Wanted me drunk on his sex. I would have to cum before he took claim over me.

And after a few moments, I realized I wasn't going to have to fake it.

I gyrated my hips against his mouth as he flipped his tongue up and down against my clit. "I like that." I whispered. "Keep going."

He slipped a finger into my pussy as he licked me. His lips had been hard and demanding in our kiss, but now they were impossibly sweet. Tantalizingly soft. I sunk my hands into his hair as he churned his tongue against me.

In my experience with men, married or single, they usually wanted to get you off. I had only been with a few men who were truly self-centered. It's just that they often couldn't be bothered to learn the specifics, especially if there were a lot of them. It was easier to fake it and coo over their supremacy. If they had doubts when you told them that they were the best you'd ever had, they vanished the moment you sunk to your knees and took their manhood between your lips.

I felt pressure rise between my legs, the sign that I was about to cum. I tried to keep my legs relaxed, even as they started to tense and spasm around him. I leaned further back against the desk, tilting my chest up to the ceiling as my body clenched and loosened. My hips rocked against him as I twisted into his mouth. I wasn't in control anymore.

He was.

And he could send how much I needed to scream in pleasure. With the hand that wasn't inside of me, he reached up and pressed it against my mouth as I cried out. I felt my chest swell, my heart pound harder. My hips seized as I came, hard, into his mouth and hands. I mewled into his fist as he lapped at my wetness.

Liam got to his feet, his smile curved and wicked. He thumbed my cum off his lips, and thrust it into my mouth.

"Taste yourself." He sneered.

I did, closing my eyes. He kissed my neck, his lips wet with my pleasure.

"Do you want my cock now?" He said into my ear. I nodded, blinking my eyes open as he stood up.

With mischief in his gray-blue eyes, Liam unbuttoned his pants and slipped his cock out, already glistening with cum. I tilted my hips upward as he rubbed his hard cock against me.

"I'm dripping." I whispered. He bent over me, giving me a long, luscious kiss. I ran my hand through my hair, tossing it around my shoulders, as he slowly inserted his cock into me. He didn't bother to ask me about a condom. He didn't even pause to think about his wife at home.

He wanted me, and I wanted him, and we weren't going to stop for anything.

He kissed me again as he thrust into me. He was slow and deep with his movements, and I felt my breath flutter with each one.

"It's just as good as I imagined." Liam said, his voice smug in my ear. "You're so fucking tight."

"I've been waiting for you."

"Good." He growled. "I know every man here looks at you. But I have you now."

We kissed deeper as he fucked me against the desk. He ran his hands up and down my back, then up to my breasts again. He pinched my nipples and I bit his shoulder, trying to keep myself from moaning too loudly.

"I want to scream." I whispered. "I know I can't, but I want to scream."

"Give me your mouth." He said, grabbing my face tightly. With his fingers grasping my cheeks and chin, he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue, the smell of his salivia filling my nose

I wasn't the seducer. I was powerless to resist him. Whatever plan I had devised to have him .... That was gone. He was in control. And as I dissolved into him, his pace accelerated. His thrusts shook the desk.

"Careful." I hissed at him. "We're getting loud."

He responded by pulling me deeper onto him. I could feel his cock in my stomach, pounding against me relentlessly. I clung to him, our lips still locked together, our tongues wrestling back and forth as his pace accelerated.

"I'm going to cum in you." He muttered into my ear. It wasn't a question. "Be a good girl, and take my cum."

"I will." I whimpered. "I will."

His thighs thumped against me as he went faster, and faster. My nails dug into his back. I could smell sweat in the air, but I wasn't sure whose it was.

In a hot, searing flash he finished inside of me. His chest collapsed over me, and he grabbed my hair as he steered my mouth into one more soft kiss.

"Fuck." He said, his chest shaking as he kissed me again. Our lips clung together, both of us too exhausted to even finish a proper kiss. I straightened up from my position against the desk and looked into his eyes. The self-satisfaction on his face slowly slid off, replaced by something more honest. Something more tender.

"You really are beautiful." He said softly, touching my cheek.

"Thank you."

"I've seen how the rest of the men in this office look at you. I didn't want to be like them. But it's been hard to keep myself off of you."

"I wish you hadn't waited so long." I said. He pulled me into another long, sensual kiss. "I've never looked at anyone else in this place. Only you."

"Good." Liam said firmly. "I'm not going to share you. I know I can't ask this of you. But I'm not done with you yet."

"I'm not done with you either." I said softly. He pressed me into a kiss again.

"It can't leave this building. This room."

"I understand. I don't need it to."

"And you can't tell anyone."

I smiled coyly at my boss. I had him right where I wanted him but I didn't expect it would feel this good.