It was a Friday and it was expected that everyone was definitely going to be busy. Everyone was running around to every floor, trying to get everything finalized, signed and printed before everyone enjoyed their well-deserved weekend.
On the other hand, I was trying to get every meeting pushed back as per what the boss had said. He was complaining about how shit is fucking exhausting and he can’t hold up with it, in his own words.
I’ve noticed how he’s been not his usual self, he was usually seen interacting with the employees just before everyone started working. He was sharing jokes with them, stories and whatever they all could talk about while I was admiring him from afar… how his dimples would pop out while he smiled and laughed and oh, sweet heavens… his laughter made everyone laugh, visibly contagious. The way his eyes would shine against the sunlight illuminating his office windows. All of those were the bits and pieces of what I adore about him. But deep down, everytime I saw him walking on the hallways, I’d notice his tight slacks… outlining the good package he has and merely thinking about it gets my cheeks flushed red.
It was hard not to notice that… mostly if he’s sitting down on his swiveling chair, sitting comfortably with his arms crossed while watching someone explain the company’s earnings for the month and whatnots.
I’ve had some gossiping with some other employees and we all agreed that he was literally a walking statue of Adonis. He had everything, he was good looking, much more than just good looking… he seemed to be in good shape, but by the looks of it, he has this dad bod type and I will never complain about that and he was an intellectual, he knew how to adapt to a new environment and around new people, which is admirable since I was always shy when he was around and he always tried to get me smiling or chuckling at least. He also never showed vulnerability to us, it may be for professionalism but it was rare seeing him so upset over something so this was pretty alarming.
Fast forward to today, Friday. He’s been off and basically locking himself inside his office. Everyone’s been forcing me to go check up on him but the last time someone offered him a cup of coffee, he started shouting and making the employee leave his office. Leaving the employee completely stricken.
“Quinn, you got to go check up on him… you’re his favorite, I swear.” A co-worker says, teasing me with a chuckle. I shook my head and shrugged, “I don’t want to.” My voice sluggish and whiny, “How can you even tell I’m his favorite? He’s been dropping calls from my telephone to his office, he doesn’t even look at me when I ask what he wants for lunch and decides to eat his ham and cheese sandwich form the cafeteria.” I ran my fingers through my fingers, rubbing my eyes as I look at my wrist watch. “Where are you guys off to after work?” I ask them, trying to fill the empty air between all of us as we waited for a signal from our boss before we do anything else. “Clubbing… there’s a new club just a few blocks away from here… we all need a good night of clubbing, don’t we?” Everyone answers yes in unison.
We all continued talking to each other, helping with computing spreadsheets, printing papers to sign and present to the boss all while trying not to stress ourselves when the telephone on my desk rang, everyone’s eyes landing on me. “Oh, you little shits, can you give me a break?” I groaned at them, clearing my throat as I held the phone but before I could even say anything, his voice fills the dead air from his line saying, “Can you come in to my office, Quinn? Please?” He says, his voice soft. I look at everyone with a puzzled look on my face. He never called me Quinn… I mean, he used to but he refrained from doing so when some snobby and stuck up bitches at the creative department started insulting me for being an attention seeker to him. I shook my head and said, “I’ll be right there, sir… is there anything you want me to bring over? Food? Coffee?” I ask him and he mumbles a soft no, “Just… come over, please.” He repeats and hangs up.
“What did he say?” They ask. “He asked for me to come down to his office and that’s it.” I say while nibbling on my lip, fixing my hair as I stood up, straightening my skirt as I look at them. “Are you going to be staying long there?” Someone asks and I shrug, “I’m not so sure… if I stay in there until closing time… you probably all go and I’ll lock up after.” It took me a few minutes before ending the conversation I had with my co-workers as I finally head up to the top floor, the elevator going up and the door opened as the automated voice said top floor. I walk up to the big brown oak door, “Come in, Quinn.” The voice from the inside says, pushing on the handle as I opened the door.
He had his back turned to me as I walked inside and say, “Good evening, sir.” I mumbled, standing a few meters away from his desk. He lets out a chuckle, “Oh, Quinn… what have I told you about being too polite inside my office?” He says and I felt myself start panicking. He always said that I could call him by his name everytime it was just him and I inside his office. “I’m sorry, Robert.” I say, a small playful smile crossing my lips. “Now, that’s much better.” He turns around and his strong, chiseled jaw comes into view as he stood under the lights of his spacious office. “Uh… why did you call me to your office?” I ask, feeling my hands getting clammy as I felt his burning and intimidating gaze on me. “I just wanted to talk to you about some… very important matters.” He smiles, his pearly whites showing. “Please, take a seat, Quinn.” He gestures on the chair in front of his desk, I oblige with a nod and walked up to the chair, sitting down on it.
He walks up to the front, leaning his behind against the egde of his desk. He looks down at me and crosses his arms, “You’ve been my best employee, Quinn.” He states, a smile forming on his plump lips. “The best that firing you never crossed my mind… I feel like firing you would be the worst thing I can do.” He adds, now keeping eye contact with him. His eyes were dark yet they had a glint of something… something I couldn’t understand. “And I’ve grown to like you.” He says and my heart drops on the floor… what did he mean by that? He stands in front of me and brings his thumb and index finger to my chin, cupping on it as he makes me look up at him. “I’ve grown to like you that I couldn’t stand not letting a day pass by without seeing your beautiful smile and your… oh so radiant eyes sparkling at me or over whatever joke I’ve said.”
With that, the smile he was talking about shows up, my cheeks were as red as an apple. “Ah, there we go… one of the things I love about you.” He whispers, rubbing on my cheek as he lets go of my chin and drops his hand to his side. “You’re intelligent, you’re kind, you care about the people around you so much… you know how to work on complicated stuff, you love being challenged.” He rasps, his voice getting slightly deeper. “You’re hardworking… you’re a literal gem and my heart aches looking at you.” He says, nibbling on his lip. “And I’ve fucking gathered the audacity to tell you that… that’s why I’ve been so frustrated, I’ve been off from everyone lately… it’s because of you.” He chuckles at my furrowed eyebrows, shaking his head. “Not in a bad way, sweetheart… you overwhelm me, you make me want to be better… you make me want to man up and… hoped that you were noticing that I’m trying.” He ends his little speech by exhaling which was hopefully in relief, looking down on the floor as he runs his fingers through his hair.
“I… I love you, Quinn.” He mumbles under his breath, his eyes had a light sheen from tears wanting to roll down to his cheeks. I quickly stood up and went up to him, his arms immediately wrapping around my waist and nuzzles his head against my shoulder. He had tall stature so he had to lean down a bit, my hand crawling up to his back, comfortingly rubbing up and down.
He took a good few minutes nestled against my shoulder before looking at me with a relieved smile but he pouts as he says, “I… I know it’s all sudden and I’m not expecting you to say it back right away but will you consider it?” I felt his hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I bit on my lip and nodded, “Of course and… I… uhm… I appreciate you having the courage to tell that to me… because I know how-” I was cut off by him leaning down to kiss my lips, he probably knew I was going to say a lot so he just straight up cuts me off. I give in by kissing him back, our heads moving in sync as he presses his lips deeper against mine, feeling how soft and plump his lips were firsthand. I could feel his hand going down to my ass over my skirt, he cups on it and squeezes it with his large hand.
He pulls away but keeps his forehead pressing against mine, as he stares into my eyes, lifting his head up as he presses a kiss on my forehead. My arms around his body, pressing my chest against his. “Will… will you let me make love to you here, Quinn?” He whispers directly into my ear, feeling his teeth nibbling on my earlobe, his lips pressing kisses behind my ear. Upon saying that sentence, adrenaline courses through my body. “Please?” I whisper back and he grabs me by the waist, resting my body against the edge of his desk. “Whatever my kitten says, goes.” He smirks, licking his lips.
He started hungrily kissing down on my neck, his free hand slipping underneath my skirt, rubbing up and down on my bare thighs. I whimpered, resting my head against his shoulder as I started placing kisses on his neck with my right hand cupping the other side of his neck.
I wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him closer into my hips. “Very eager, are we?” He chuckles, looking at my blushing cheeks as he presses a soft peck on my lips. He continues kissing his way down to my neck, his hands going to the buttons of my blouse. “Can I take it off?” He asks and my heart just flutters, I didn’t know why but for some reason consent and trust has been a big issue for me years back. I nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. He bites on his lips as his able fingers slowly unbuttons my buttons, my eyes watching the movement his fingers did. I lean back a little, he steps back and lets me take off my blouse only to reveal the black laced bra underneath, it had a little bow in the middle and I blush out of embarassment. “Hm… your undergarments are very cute too.” He remarks and I nibbled on my lip.
He resumes from kissing my neck, his lips kissing down to the valley of my breasts, just right on the cleavage. I look down at him and bring my hand around to my back, unclapsing the hooks of my bra and letting the straps fall down to my shoulders. His eyes darkening even more upon seeing my bare breasts. They weren’t big yet not too small, quite the good handful and his hands cup both of my perky breasts, his thumb and index fingers circling on my bristling nipples, making me moan softly as I gripped on his arms. “Does that feel good, baby girl?” He asks, his deep voice driving me insane. I nod and my eyes rolled to the back of my head slightly, making me close my eyes, not wanting to look into his eyes because doing so only brought immense pleasure to me. “Baby… open your eyes.” He says in a sing-song tone, followed with a soft chuckle. I bit my lip and he leans forward, kissing on my lips.
I was blinded by pleasure and… love? He knew what he was doing, surely. He knew how to make a woman start moaning over him. I finally opened my eyes, my soft brown eyes meeting his electric blue ones. Boy, it made me moan. They were full of love and list and it only felt good. “Do you like it when I touch your perky breasts like this, baby girl?” He whispers, cupping my round breasts and squeezing on them. “Would you like it if I sucked on your taunt nipples, hm?” He asks, my eyes focusedly watching his lips latched around my dark nipple. I moaned and the more he did wonders all over my body, the more I felt myself aching for him.
He contines sucking and twirling his tongue on my nipples, giving attention to both very generously. But I felt his hand sliding underneath my skirt once more, his fingerstips brushing against my core over my cotton panties. His index finger now rubbing my clit as he latched onto my nipple and was I living the dream now? This wasn’t exactly how I imagined my Friday to go but… I surely wasn’t going to complain.
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This is my first erotica and forgive me all if I have errors and such… I’m willing to learn more into writing eroticas better.
I may have also written this because how I give importance to men being vulnerable at times too and that you are all valid and understod and heard. We all have emotions and we should also give significance to men’s emotional health. You’re amazing and do not ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mjaylm/friday_nights_part_1f4mbosssecretary_to_lovers
Nice writing! Keep it up!
OMG I loved it so excited for part 2!!