Unbuttoning Liam's shirt after working hours in my office was not part of my agenda, but I guess I could squeeze that into my schedule, I could make it work.

After undoing the last bottom, I don't stop there, instead–Sliding off his lap, I stand up as I eye his goddess figure, goodness gracious–I know I'm about to do unspeakable things to Chopard if I don't focus on what I'm doing right now.

Tearing my eyes away from him, I focus on my pants, I untuck my shirt from it as I unbutton and unzip them, pulling them down my legs and letting them drop to the floor–Stepping out of them.

As I stand there, only wearing my underwear, shirt and my tie, my jacket is long gone, not knowing where it went and to be honest, I don't care.

Liam doesn't say anything as he just stares at me, his eyes moving to my shirt then down my legs, moving quickly to look me in the eyes again. Swallowing dryly as his mouth hangs open.

I smile as the next few words fly out of my mouth, "Take off your pants" I said, without giving any further words to him, I couldn't help it, I simply couldn't.

What have I become? I would ask myself but at this moment, I'm not trying to find out. Maybe later in my nonexistent free time.

After my very clear instructions to Chopard went on deaf ears, I waited as I thought he was just slow and hasn't progressed anything that's happening right now at this moment.

And to be honest, neither have I but hey–At this point, I'm just going with the flow.

As Liam continues to stare at me with a dumbfounded look, blinking every minute as he still doesn't say anything, I sigh as I get impatient.

It must have been a full minute, that's how impatient I am currently.

I take action as I bend over, reaching for his pants, conveniently getting on the floor to give me more of a lead way, my hands grab onto his belt as I undo it. The sound must have caught Liam's ear as he suddenly looked down, I then stopped my action of undoing the rest of his belt.

Just in case he doesn't want to take it this far, then I won't force him too.

Instead of stopping me or giving me the go to continue, he still doesn't say anything as his hands reach for my shirt, trying to undo the bottom on it, my hands quickly leave his belt as I grab his hands, stopping him.

Instead of letting him take off my shirt, I slowly move his hand, and place it on my boobs, Chopard is shocked by this action as he stares at his and my hand, he squeezes them like a stress ball.

Taking his eyes off his hand, now occupied with my boobs, he stares down at me as he scans my face as he is confused. 

Justicing this action, I stated, "There's not that much time, someone might walk in on us"

Which is true, most of the workers here know that I voluntarily stay overtime, and they've come to accept this, but also use this to their advantage to get ahead of other coworkers. So some people stay late as well, and sometimes, if I feel like it, they would come in and talk to me about something important.

This day is one of those occasions, where someone could walk in and ask me about something, like paperwork or whatnot and instead of seeing me working away at my desk, they are going to see me on the floor, undoing my assasiant's belt and pants.

So it's best not to do unnecessary things right now, plus the bottoms on the shirt are ridiculously long to do.

"Oh" Liam exhales as he nodded, still looking between my breasts and my face. He squeezed my boobs some more as he took one of his hands off, undoing the rest of the belt, swiftly pulling it out of the pant loops and throwing it behind me.

I don't know where it went, I didn't keep track of that, and being frank–I don't care.

He then lays back against the couch as his hand fully leaves my boob, resting his hands at his side as he lets me do the rest.

Now that his belt is out of the way, I started to unbutton his pants, popping open the bottom as I slowly dragged down the zipper, making sure it's grazing his boner.

I got a reaction out of that as he slightly groaned, adjusted his legs as one of them was bouncing with either emancipation or nervousness, I don't know, I can't really tell.

But I continued, grabbing his pants with both my hands as I dragged down his pants, letting out drop to his ankles. I did the same for his boxers as I pulled them down as well.

Standing back up as my knees started to ache and throb with pain, I couldn't say the same for the center in between my thighs as it's throbbing with wetness and anticipation as I make sure I take my time looking at Liam.

Anyone else would be reacting the same way if they were to see Liam in this state.

Currently standing up, I position myself between his legs as he lets me, his shirt is fully unbuttoned, clearly displaying his muscular physique.

His pants and underwear are resting around his ankles as it lays there, ready to pull up at any moment.

And of course, the most eye dropping thing is his cock, as it sticks perfectly straight up, displaying his perfect color, as the tip of it is a tinted red.

As I stared at it, the most out of pocket thought just ran through my head, I thought suddenly, Daphne would love that color for a lipstick.

Realizing what I thought and remembering what I'm currently doing and staring at, I snickered quietly under my breath, thinking that I can't take this whole moment seriously.

I mean, how can I? This is the first time one of my employees is sitting on my couch, with his pants and underwear down, with his shirt unbuttoned and with his cock sticking straight up at me, oh and of course, Liam is looking at me curiously, like he's waiting for my next move.

I haven't noticed that look before, usually he has a cheeky smile or a dark look when his eyes dilate, but here–it's different, like he's almost pleading with me to do something about his boner.

This...will not be good for me, I thought, in fact I think it won't be good for me because I would get used to this.

I've come to the realization that I am fully in control, instead of fifty-fifty, no–I'm the one who decides what gets to happen in the next few seconds. Having so much control over one person, it's thrilling to me.

Not in the toxic or crazy, psycho way, of course, just enough power and control to sacrifice me.

The power dynamics in the room are really showing now.

Impatient with standing over him, I started to climb onto his lap as I accidentally brush against his cock, Liam groans and gasps as he watches my every move, resting in his lap–I rest my full body weight on him.

Running my hands across his chest, Liam closes his eyes as I start to drag my nails, then suddenly I stop as I grab his face to gain his attention as if he's in a state of illusions. This does the trick as he breathes in, fully opening his eyes as he seems to question what I'm doing.

I ask him to clarify, "Are you sure you want this, Chopard?" I further state, "It's not too late to turn back"

Letting go of his face and putting my hands on the back of the couch behind his head, I wait for his answers as I mentally prepare myself for either option.

He could answer this in two ways, one is that he wants this and we can move on to doing we want to do or two, he backs out last minute, upon relaxing that this is wrong and this is inappropriate and doesn't want anything to do with me and never wanting to look me in the face ever again and–

Hailey, you're overthinking, I reminded myself as I persuade myself to believe whatever answer Chopard gives me, I would be more than happy to let him choose what happens next.

And I guess that is a lot of pressure on Chopard, considering that I'm his boss and he's my employee, and that dynamics don't usually work in real life.

Besides from what movies or tv shows tell the audiences.

And plus, even if he says no, I just know that I will be thinking about this moment for the longest of time, probably till my death bed, so I can only pray that he wants to continue, as much as me.

I breathe as I prepare for his answer.

But instead of answering, Liam slightly thrust his hips up as his cock dug slightly more against my cloth crotch than ever before. The action surprised me as I felt a rush of heat in between my legs.

I managed to keep my surprise at a minimum as I reacted with my smirk, compared to his expression as pleading and almost desperate, like if I don't do something, then he might as well cumbled to the ground.

His hands immediately go to my hips as he holds me there, preventing me from moving at all. Even his hold is giving off desperation as he squeezes my hips, hard–But not hard enough to leave a bruise.

He still hasn't say anything as the only thing he said, or it might as well be a whispering tone is,

"Please"

That is the only response I needed as I grab his hands, slowly making him let go of my hips as I placed them down on the couch on either side of his body, telling him, "Keep them here Liam" Further instructing him, "And don't make any noise, you don't want anyone to hear now, do you?"

He nodded enthusiastically as he smiled from ear to ear, gasping as I started to move on top of him, grabbing the bottom of my underwear and instead of pulling it off completely, to save the energy and time, I swiftly pulled it to the side, exposing my cunt to the cold air.

Well, it might as well be hot air, because of how much I'm heating up at the moment.

The moment where I align the wet opening of my cunt to his cock is the moment I begin to lose my mind, literally and metaphorically.

As I began to slide my way down his cock, I stopped halfway as I moaned quietly to myself, closing my eyes as I felt his cock penetrating me, spreading me deep. Luckily, I was wet enough to enjoy the feeling of something big slipping inside.

Liam, in fact, did not keep quiet as I first started sliding down, he let out a big moan, loud enough for it to echo in the quiet office. I quickly opened my eyes as he quickly covered his mouth as he whimpered into his hand.

He apologized with his eyes as he begged me to keep going, hoping that I would continue.

And he's lucky that I'm too horny to turn back now.

As my body relaxes to the size of Liam, I continue, sliding down his cock until I'm practically sitting in his lap. I groan, his cock filling up the void inside me. At that moment, I felt so full that it's starting to become so addicting.

He moans inside his mouth as his cock twitches inside me, I half-closed my eyes as I sit carefully in his lap, careful not to move yet in case he's not prepared. But I guess wrong as his hand leaves his mouth, paired with the hand resting on the couch–Both of his hands came quickly settled on my hips.

As he keeps me steady, he hangs his head back against the couch as he bit his bottom lip to keep himself quiet.

I rested my hands on his shoulder and the back of the couch as I slowly began to lift myself up again, using the strength of my knees to push against the couch, sliding up until I'm almost at the tip of his cock, then fastly slamming myself down.

I groan again as I deck my head, landing myself against Chopard forehead. Liam had a similar reaction as he moaned quietly, his hands squeezing my hips even more, no matter how hard he was holding them, I can't get over how intoxing this feeling is.

I think I'm starting to realize that I love this feeling.

Doing it again, this time–Liam supports me as he helps me up his cock and slamming me down, I feel his hard cock hitting my cervix, making me gasp and grip the couch even more.

We did it again and again until we found out rhythm, I'm practically bouncing up and down as the sound of skin hitting each other loudly echoes throughout the room, and considering that there is a possibly that someone could be hearing this–

I don't think I care anymore, especially not when a cock this big is inside me.

But we both did try to keep our moans and groans to a minimum.

As I smile as the thrill of doing it in my office intensities, I lean into his ear as I whispered, "What a good boy you are"

This seems to do something to his brain, because he grips my hips even more, this time to the point of where it might actually leave a bruise this time, as he grip intensities, he thrust his hips up, making me meet in the middle of my bouncing.

I gasp as he goes faster and faster, my head goes back as I stare up at the ceiling, the only thought in my head is not wanting this feeling to end.

As I look back at Liam as I catch him cursing under his breath, he then loses control of himself for a moment, his hips losing the momentum as he strutters, one of his hands grabs the back of my neck as he swiftly pulls me in.

He moans in my mouth as I do the same, not even trying to suppress my moans anymore, he continues his odd, and uneven rhythm of thrusting as he gets louder, gasping into my ear.

He moans loud as the sounds pass my mouth and into the open air, echoing in the room.

                                            *

As the driver patiently waited for the red light to turn green, I sat in the back of the car, of course, as I thought about everything that happened half an hour ago.

The light turns green as the driver takes off. But I'm too distracted to know how far I am from my house.

I smiled to myself as I kept replaying everything over and over again. I just know I'm going to sleep well tonight because of how much energy I used. I laughed to myself, not wanting the driver to be curious on why his boss is laughing to herself like the joker.

Now thinking about it and finally admitting it to myself, maybe things have changed between me and Liam, and it might end badly in the future, but right now–I don't have the slightest worry for that, right now, I'm just enjoying this while it lasts.

I sigh to myself as I conventionally look down and notice that a few of my bottoms are undone, but seeing the sweat beads on my chest, I decided not to do anything about it.

Normally I would fix it immediately and scold myself for the lack of professionalism around my workers, because I don't want to leave a weird message to them.

As I left it alone, all I could do was stare out the window, rolling it slightly down as I let the cool air cool off my forehead as I rested my face on my hand, watching the cars go by.

I think Hailey needs a cold shower, lol.

-Summer Roe