ALYSSA {MATURE CONTENT}

Andrew, as promised, had sorted out my flight to Spain, and I flew out in the early hours of Thursday morning with both him and Ella at my side and the both of them stayed with my parents for two days before flying back home—Andrew had managed to convince Rebecca that he should be allowed some more time with Ella, and had sought her permission to take her on holiday, which Rebecca begrudgingly granted.

My mother had loved seeing Ella, mostly because Rebecca hadn't even told her that she had a granddaughter, and she had showered her with love which, obviously, Ella loved and she didn't stop smiling for the entire two days that she was there. I loved that she was happy, and carefree, and that she didn't have to worry about anything other than what my mother was going to do for her next. Even my father was happy to know that he had a granddaughter, but he was somewhat quieter with his love for her, and he only told her once every so often that he loved her.

My father was exactly as I remembered him. He was quiet, reserved, and he still kept himself to himself, but that was one of the many things which I had come to love about him as I was growing up and even Andrew loved that he was quiet, but the two of them had managed to have a conversation with each other, and my father even seemed to approve of the two of us being together; he wanted me to be happy and he could see that Andrew made me happy.

My mother, however, was the one I actually spoke to about Andrew and she was the one who made me see what it was that I needed to do. She was the one who always knew what to do, even if she was the one who talked me into being with Dean in the first place, but I knew that she came to regret that decision when she discovered what he had done to me and how he had broken me—now she wanted me to be happy, and she wanted me to live life for myself, which is why she told me that I should go after Andrew and I should make him mine before anyone else could claim him.

I was under the promise that I would phone her once it was done and, as much as I did want to tell her, I knew that I would give it a couple of weeks before actually telling her that I had gone for it as she told me do so. I didn't want her going on in my ear about how I have wasted so much of my life, not when I had already had that lecture from her while I was in Spain, but I am sure Rebecca was going to get it worse when she finally bothered to contact our parents and tell them that they had a granddaughter.

I was now stood outside of Andrew's office, wondering how the hell I was going to do this, despite having it all planned out in my mind, I still didn't know how to tell him that I wanted him so that no one else could have him. I couldn't even remember the last time I had been this nervous, and that was probably because no man had ever made me this nervous before, they had simply got what they wanted and then vanished again.

There was just something about Andrew though. He was determined not to give up, which is part of the reason he came to Spain with me was so that he could show my parents he was the right man for me, and that was also how I knew that he would go to the ends of the Earth to make sure no one else had me. I was his and, in the two days we had been in Spain, he made sure that I knew I was his and that no one else could get their hands on me while he was still alive—I even had to stop us from having sex more than once because I feared that my parents would walk in on the two of us.

"Alyssa? My god. I thought that you were on holiday," Jenni squealed in my ear as she embraced me in one hell of a hug. I would assume that she had missed me, but that was only because she had had no one to annoy and there had been no one to take her out for lunch either, so I can only imagine how bored she must have been without me around to make her days more interesting.

"I wouldn't call it a holiday, not when I was forced to take it," I shrugged. I was grateful for the week off though because it had given me some time which I desperately needed, and it also gave me time to think about everything which had happened recently, from falling for Andrew to how I was going to take Ella away from the life which she hated and give her a life which she wanted.

"It has been quiet, and boring, without you around here," Jenni complained with her best pout, just to show me how upset she actually was, but all it did was make me laugh at her immaturity. "So? You and Mr Collins then?"

"What about us?" I asked, pretending that I didn't know what the hell she was talking about, because I don't know how the hell she found out that there was something between Andrew and myself. I was going to tell her, right after I had asked about her and Danny, but I was going to tell her and I was going to see if she could help me by reassuring me that I was making the right choice.

"I heard that the both of you were fucking," I could have choked on the air which I was breathing as the words left her mouth, but all I could do was stare at her in disbelief, the words on the tip of my tongue refusing to go anywhere other than back in my mouth, because there was nothing which could be said back to her bluntness, "I shall take you silence of confirmation of the fact that you and Mr Collins are, indeed, fucking each other."

"You can wipe that smug bloody look off your face, and you can do it now," I couldn't bring myself to look at her, or to even admit to her that it was true, because I was embarrassed at the way in which she had worded it, but the reason that I was here was to tell Andrew that I was tired of the games and that I just wanted him. But I suppose speaking with Andrew couple wait for another couple of minutes, given that I wasn't actually meant to be here in the first place, and I was meant to be at my place rather than in the office because I was, technically, still on holiday for another two days.

"How long has this been going on for, and why the hell am I only just finding out about it now?"

"There is nothing going on between us. We slept together and that's all there is to it," I wasn't lying, I couldn't tell her that there was something going on, when I didn't even know what the hell was going on with the two of us. Andrew and I had fucked each other twice, and they were two of the most amazing moments of my life, but I didn't know what was going on until I spoke to him—all I knew is that I didn't want to be another fling which he has on the side, we were either exclusively together, or we were nothing, that's the only options there were in this situation.

"Twice. You slept together twice, and I bet they were—" Jenni smirked but I punched her in the arm before she could even finish what she wanted to say. She rubbed her arm, flinching every couple of seconds whenever she touched the mark which I had left behind, much to my satisfaction, "—that hurt, bitch."

"That was the point," I laughed, only to freeze when Andrew's office door opened, and one pissed off Rebecca stormed out, ensuring that she slammed the door closed behind her as she headed towards the elevator. I had my fingers cross that she wouldn't see me, that she would simply get in the elevator and leave without confrontation, but that would have been too simple and she had to spot me.

She completely forgot that she was on her way out of the building and she marched over to me, and started screaming her head off in my face, which was something which did little to impress me. I hated it when people got in my face, and I hated it when people started screaming a whole load of bullshit about me, but I was already pissed with her after discovering that she was fucking Ben and I was even more pissed with her after Andrew told me what she had told my niece about me—I had decided that I was going to let that slip and pretend that she had not said anything about me, but now I was just tired of her games, because they were childish and pathetic.

She was supposed to be a mother, but she acted more like a three old than her own daughter did, which was something that happened to displease myself and it also only provided me with more reasons to hate my own sister. She was messing with her own daughter's happiness and, though I may not have been a mother, I knew that Ella needed stability and happiness, neither of which she was currently getting from living with her mother and Ben.

"One thing, Alyssa, one fucking thing. And you couldn't even do that," Rebecca seethed, the red tinge to her cheeks giving me an indication of just how pissed off with me was, "but, then again, you always have been the stupid one."

"Coming from you, that's almost a compliment," I smirked.

"Ella was better off without him in her life, and she happier when you weren't filling her head with crap. She was happy and now, now she simply more confused than ever," Rebecca shouted at me, and it made me laugh that she actually thought her daughter was happy with her, because I knew different and I knew that Ella wasn't happy with her mother.

"Really? It seemed to me that she was pretty damn happy when Andrew was kissing her, and when he hugged her, and told her that he loved her, and even when he spent the entir—"

"It wasn't your fucking place to tell her. I didn't want her knowing that Andrew was her father, because Andrew's not—" I knew what she was going to say, I didn't even need her to finish that sentence, especially after Andrea had told me of her suspicions about who Ella's real father was, but Andrew was the one who showed her love and Andrew was the one who had been a father to her over the course of the five days which he spent with her.

Ben had had plenty of opportunities to be a father to Ella but, instead, he hid like a coward and decided that he was going to treat her like she didn't even matter. He took the decision to shout at her, even over the smallest things he would shout at her and send her to her room, and it was his fault that Ella didn't want anything to do with him. As far as she was concerned, Andrew was her father, and I believe that's the way it should stay because then she will be truly happy.

"I think that someone got out of bed the wrong side this morning," Jenni chuckled from beside me and I could only laugh with her, high fiving her for her comment, but only because it pissed Rebecca off even more. Jenni may have been my best friend, and that's why she was going to defend me, but she also knew just how little I liked my own sister and how much I hated that I was related to the woman in front of me now.

"I don't know who the hell you are, but can keep your fucking mouth shut. This is between me, and my pathetic older sister here," Rebecca retorted.

"Me? Please, accept my apologises, I always forget to introduce myself to new people—" Jenni paused as she took a step forward and extended a hand towards my sister, who simply looked at like she was going to catch something if she were to touch it, "—I am Jenni Sanders. Personal Assistant to both Andrew and Alyssa, and unpaid best friend of your wonderful elder sister. I would say that it is a pleasure, but then I would be lying."

There were many reasons for me to love Jenni, and for her being my best friend, other than the fact that she was only one stupid to actually put up with me and my stupid life when everyone else had buggered off, leaving me on my own. Jenni could make me smile, she could even make me laugh when I didn't want to, and it would usually happen in the most awkward of situations as well.

She knew all the tricks in the book and I was glad that she was my best friend, and she was also the only person in this office who was sane enough to work for Andrew, and to be there for me if I needed an errand running, without stopping to complain about the work either of us were giving her.

"Personal Assistant? My sister is a no one, there is no way in hell that she woul—"

"Before you even continue with that insult, allow me to stop you right there, and ask, do you even know what the hell Alyssa's job here entails?" Jenni raised her eyebrow in my sister's direction, and I knew that Rebecca didn't have a clue about what I did at this place, because everything she heard about me and what I did for this company, she had heard from Ben and he was only passing on what he knew which, honestly, wasn't an awful lot.

"Last I heard she was Andrew's assistant and she was only here to do the work he couldn't be bothered to do," Rebecca shrugged.

"Oh. How out of the loop you are, my dear Rebecca. Alyssa's job is so much more than that, she may as well be joint CEO of this place with the amount of work that she actually does," Jenni corrected her and I don't think I had seen Rebecca's face drop quicker than I did at that moment, the moment where she realised that I was so much more than she ever pegged me to be, and I had exceeded all of her expectations of me as her sister.

I would have laughed, I would have rejoiced in the moment of rubbing my sister's face in the life which I had managed to obtain for myself, had Andrew's authoritative voice not put a stop to the fun which Jenni and I were having.

"I am trying to work in here, but all I can seem to hear is laughter. Would one of you like to explain to me what the hell is so funny?"

"Sorry, Mr Collins, but Rebecca here was just being a bitch to Alyssa, so—"

"Alyssa? She's not back until tomorrow," Andrew furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he looked between Jenni and Rebecca, wanting to know what had really happened rather than the lie which he assumed Jenni had put together as an explanation for her actions.

"I decided that I was going to leave a little earlier than planned, only upon the insistence of my mother, of course. It turns out there was someone I really needed to speak with and she demanded that I do it sooner rather than later," I stepped out from behind Jenni so that I could myself known to him, "and the laughter was only because Jenni was putting my sister in her place and, ironic really, it would seem Rebecca doesn't enjoy it when someone has an answer for all of her snide remarks."

"You have been to see our parents?" Rebecca turned to look at me, her eyes flashing every single shade of green, at the realisation that I had seen our parents while she had remained here, still not having told them for herself that they were grandparents to a beautiful granddaughter—I doubt that they ever would have found out, had Andrew not brought her over for a couple of days to meet some more of her family she didn't even know she had.

"Yeah. You should really try it sometime," I stated sarcastically.

"I have been busy and haven't had the time to take a trip out to Spain," Rebecca defended herself quickly.

"I can only imagine how hard it must be, for you to leave your daughter with me, while you go out and get totally hammered, and then sleep with a couple of guys in the same night," I chuckled humourlessly.

"I am allowed to have a little fun. Being a mother warrants time off occasionally."

"Fun? You think that what you are doing is having fun? You're not fit to be a mother," I laughed humourlessly. I had never thought that I would have the courage to call my own sister out on her shit parenting skills, but there was something about her attitude which set me off, and I had to put her in her place before she said something else which made me want to punch her.

"I spend every single day and night with that child, so don't go making comments about things which you don't even understand. You're not even a mother, and probably never will be either, so I guess that means that you should simply shut your fucking mouth and keep your fucking nose out of things which you haven't got the first clue about," I could see the smirk on her face and, for some reason, her words got to me a whole lot more than they should have done and I found myself aiming a punch in her direction, only to find that someone had dared stop me from doing the one thing I had wanted to do since I found out the truth about her.

"Don't give her the satisfaction, Aly," Andrew muttered as he pulled me into his chest and moved his hand up and down my back, in an attempt to calm me down.

"Yeah, don't punch me, think of Ella and how she would feel if I were to tell her that she will never see you again," I didn't care how childish I was in that moment, I wanted to put my fist in her face, because I couldn't take any more of her constant jibes and hurtful words—especially about how I couldn't have my own children, I had almost been a mother once, after Dean raped me, but I lost the child when I was three months pregnant and no one even knows that I had the chance to be a mother, that I had formed a bond with my own child, only to have it cruelly snatched away from me by some heartless drunken teenagers who thought it was appropriate to beat and mug a pregnant woman.

I don't know what happened to make my own sister hate me as much as she did, or at what point our relationship really deteriorated, but she now treated me like shit and I tired of her being a bitch to me for no damn reason. I was tired of her using Ella as a pawn in her mind games with everyone around her, and I was more than tired of her lying to the girl about who her father was, because she had the right to know whether it was Ben or Andrew.

"Just let me hit her, Andrew. One fucking punch, that's all I want," I wasn't surprised by the level of hatred in my tone, not when she angered me beyond comprehension, and I know that I should have ignored her, acted like she didn't affect me with her words and actions, but I had been doing that for long enough now and it was boring. I wasn't the one in the wrong, and neither was I the one who had used my own daughter against her sister and ex-fiancé, that was all on Rebecca.

"Allow me. It would be my pleasure," Jenni grinned and, with a quick twist of her body, her hand landed across Rebecca's cheek was a sound which reverberated around the empty office. I was impressed with the power which she put behind the slap, and even Rebecca was slightly taken aback, as she fell backwards a couple of steps and glared at Jenni in disbelief.

"It really was wonderful of you to stop by, Rebecca, but some of us actually have work which needs to be done. So, if you would be so kind, please leave the premises and don't disturb us again during office hours," Jenni had her hand on her hip, asserting herself against the bitch who was standing in front of her, while I had turned around so that my back was resting against Andrew and his arms were wrapped around my midriff, his chin on the top of my head as he silently watched what happened.

"Andrew—"

"Leave. And, if I see you in this office again, then I shall be calling the police," Andrew cut her off before she could beg for his help and he squeeze me slightly, moving away from myself, looking between both Jenni and myself. "And you two. My office. Now."

Neither of us even dared to question him, though I knew that he wasn't nearly as pissed as he was portraying himself to be, and I just wanted him in his office alone so that I could tell him what I had discussed with my mother after he had departed with Ella. But, nonetheless, Jenni and I both walked into his office with him behind us, and he slammed the door shut behind him once he had walked in, and he took a seat behind his desk while he unbuttoned the buttons on his blazer.

He looked amazing and, because I had rejected his advances and refused to sleep with him when I had the chance to do so, I had missed his seeing his naked body above mine for the last five days. And, when he had left, his impressive body was the only thing I found myself thinking of when I was either in bed or in the shower, and I had to rely on my own hands to relieve the itch which had formed without him.

"What happened out there?"

"I told you, Mr Collins. Rebecca was being a bitch, and I was simply putting her in her place," Jenni wasn't afraid of Andrew, though I am sure that has something to do with the fact that the pair of them were fucking before she got the job, and therefore knew that he was nothing like the hardass he showed himself to be in the office. I also knew that, while I was around at least, that he wouldn't do anything to upset me, and punishing Jenni was defending me was something which would definitely upset him.

"If she hadn't have slapped her, then you know I would have done," I muttered.

"I know that the both of you dislike her—"

"Actually, I fucking hate her and, if she was to die tomorrow, I would dance on her grave and have a party to celebrate the fact she was dead," I interrupted and, the scary thing is that I wasn't actually joking, and Andrew knew that better than anyone because I had left him to deal with the hate-fuelled text messages which Rebecca had sent me while he had been in Spain with me.

"—but the way in which you both acted out there was totally unprofessional," I remember when there was a time where he would have simply made some cruel, sarcastic comment without listening to my side of the story, which would then have turned into him demanding that I listen to what I have to say or, failing that, he would be shouting at me to explain my actions.

"I apologise for my actions, Mr Collins, but I don't regret what I said or did. She had it coming from the moment she bad-mouthed you, and then it was inevitable when she took to insulting Alyssa. No one upsets my friends while I am around," I smiled as she stood her ground and refused to let Andrew bully her into something which was never going to happen.

"In that case, Jenni, I am glad that Alyssa has a friend like you to watch her back," Andrew's gaze found my own from the corner of his eyes.

"I am so much more than just a pretty face, I have plenty of uses," Jenni grinned smugly.

"No. You are also annoying, loud, ridiculously weird, and I am pretty sure that your ego could give Andrew's a run for its money at times," I smirked, I knew that I didn't need to worry about insulting Jenni, because I had said far worse things to her other than that and I knew that she would take it as a joke rather than an insult. "And you can tell that boyfriend of yours that I don't require his matchmaking skills. James is my friend, and that's all he is ever going to be."

The number of messages which Danny had sent me while I was in Spain, practically begging me to give James a chance, was bloody ridiculous. I didn't need his help arranging a date with someone who worked for him, not when I already had my own attractive CEO waiting for me when I returned from Spain. James was a lovely guy, and he was a great laugh as well, but he was never anything I saw boyfriend material, and I am also sure that he's gay because I have seen him discretely checking out males who come to the bar when he thinks no one is looking.

"We aren't technically together, but—"

"I don't care what you are, Jenni, just tell him that needs to quit trying to set me up with people," I knew that they were going to end up together, if they weren't together right now, it was always going to happen and she was going to end up in his arms where she should have been months ago now. Her days of using other males to have a good time, and to make Danny jealous at the same time, were now over and I couldn't wait to tell her that I told her so.

"Sounds like you have got some serious sexual frustrations which need to be released," Jenni giggled like an immature schoolgirl.

"Good job I know a man who can help me with that," I smirked, her face turning into some disgusting form which I didn't even think was real, because she was truly horrified by what I was implying.

"On that note, I just remembered that I have some meetings which need to be organised. Andrew—" she muttered as she nodded her head in Andrew's direction before she turned to look at me, her face was now showing every shade of red as she attempted to hide her awkwardness, which I found amusing because she could openly talk about sex on a daily basis but, when it came to other doing, she became embarrassed about it and it was hilarious, "—Alyssa."

She closed the door behind her, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing, which seemed to be contagious because Andrew quickly joined in, standing up from behind his desk and walking over to me. His hands came to rest on my hips, gripping at me possessively as he pulled me towards him, and my hands linked at the nape of his neck with my fingers running through his overgrown hair, our eyes meeting with a flash of happiness and joy.

"I missed you, Alyssa," it may have only been three days without him, but I still missed him as he had missed me, because I was constantly worried that he was going to go off with some other female while I wasn't there to give him what he needed.

"You were the one who insisted that I take the holiday and, as your mother keeps reminding you, you should really learn how to use a phone," my eyes moved to his lips and I gradually pulled his head down to my level.

"You have no idea just how much I have missed that smart mouth," he didn't waste any time as his mouth quickly covered my own in a desperate and passionate kiss, his hands moving from my waist to my lower back as he pulled me impossibly closer, and my hands knotted themselves in his hair.

"You know—" he was as breathless as I was when he pulled his lips away from mine and leant his forehead against my own, "—I have always wondered what it would be like to fuck a woman in this office."

"Now may just be an appropriate time to find out," his mouth quickly covered my own again as he turned us around and walked us in the direction of his desk, where my legs hit the wood and I fell backwards onto a pile of paperwork which flew all over the place.

My thoughts about his lack of organisation were cut short when I felt his hand moving up my thigh. I could already feel my arousal, and I was more than ready for him to take me right now, the animalistic moan which came from my throat was proof enough of that. I had never seen my fingers work faster than when they were pulling at the buttons on his shirt, but it still wasn't quick enough to satisfy my desperation for him, and I settled for ripping the last few off instead, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor behind him.

My hands were resting on his bare chest as he towered over me, his erection digging into the side of my leg as he used his knee to prevent me from closing my legs, while his lips expertly moved from my mouth down my jaw, heading in the direction of my now exposed cleavage. He only paused so that he could suck on my sweet spot, sucking hard enough to bring blood to the surface, informing the world that I was taken and I belonged to him.

"Andrew," I hissed in pleasure. His fingers found the edge of my underwear and he thought it amusing to deliberately tease me, rather than give me what we both so desperately craved, which was each other.

"Have I ever told you just how beautiful you really are?" he whispered. His mouth took me by surprise when it latched onto my exposed nipple, his tongue swirling around it so fast that I wasn't sure what the hell was happening to me right now, but I did know that this man could bring me to orgasm and he didn't even have to enter me to be able to do it. His touch alone was more than enough to give me pleasure which I had denied myself for a little too long now.

His free hand moved over my other nipple, pinching it between his thumb and finger, only releasing it when I arched my chest into his large palm. I didn't know what the day of the week it was, let alone remember my own name, because the man above me was fucking amazing and all I could see was white in the corner of my eyes each time I opened them, the pleasure was almost too much for me to be able to handle.

I moved my hands, perhaps a little too eagerly, down his chest and stopped when I reached the button of the slacks which he was wearing, making exceptionally quick work of undoing them and releasing the erection which I had been wanting to see since I first noticed it digging into my back while in the middle of a confrontation with Rebecca.

"What have I told you about patience, my dear?" Andrew chuckled. He moved my thong to the side, sliding two fingers inside my pussy, his other hand still pulling and pinching painfully at my nipple while his mouth covered my own in a possessive kiss, all the moans were swallowed by the man who looked at me like I was the important woman in the world.

My body writhed beneath him, the pleasure becoming too much as he bent his fingers each time he moved them backwards, and I exploded around him, my back arching off the desk and my head thrashing around wildly as I sent more pieces of paper flying to the ground. My juices were covering his fingers and, when I opened my eyes, I found it seriously hot to see that he was licking them clean with a smirk on his face as his eyes bore into mine with an intense lust. I knew that wasn't enough for either of us, it was never going to be enough to sate Andrew's growing hunger for me, and I wasn't surprised when Andrew bent down and placed a trail of wet kisses up the inside of my thigh.

His teeth brushed over my clit, his tongue moving swiftly over my entrance, and his teasing was sexually infuriating because I just wanted him to claim me, I wanted him to make me scream like I never had before and I wanted him to scream my name as we came undone together. I didn't want him to tease me, or to make this any worse than it already was for me, but when Andrew was in control, that was never going to happen and I was just going to have to be as patient as I could when I was more than ready for him to be mine.

"I am going to enjoy this," Andrew chuckled and, before I had the chance to question what he was going to do, his mouth covered my clit and he sucked ferociously, savouring the flavour of the juices which were running into his mouth. My head fell backwards, and I moved my hips, practically forcing myself into Andrew's mouth, and he willingly accepted as is name was the only thing to come out of his mouth once his tongue entered me.

"Oh! Fuck," I cried out as my climax, once again, hit me like a bitch, each breathless gasp being for him and for him alone. The spasms took a couple of minutes to subside as I lay there and enjoyed the pleasure this single man could bring me, as well as the power which he had over my body, and when I opened my eyes that pleasure took hold once again as I could feel my lust for the man between my legs continuing to grow and consume me from the inside, out.

"How about we see if we can make in three?" his hoarse voice whispered as he positioned himself in front of my heated core, his finger pulled hard on my nipples, but that pleasure was wiped out of by the sensation of pushing himself into me, my back immediately arching and welcoming the invasion as a serious of inaudible moan filled the office.

I remember the first time we had slept together, the care and love which he had given me, making sure it was what I wanted and I was going to regret it the following morning, but this time was different. This time was desperate, there was no love or care, and it was just the two of us, needing each other intimately as he thrust aggressively into my body. My hands, digging into his shoulders with my nails releasing blood, and my legs wrapped around him as I encouraged him to go faster with each movement he made.

"Fucking hell, Alyssa," I knew that no man was ever going to be able to match Andrew, and they were never going to be able to make me feel as good as he did, not when Andrew had ruined me and I didn't even give a damn. I was in love with Andrew Collins, there was no denying that anymore, and he was the only man I wanted to make me feel this good.

"Oh, God. Andrew," I called as, for the third time in not even fifteen minutes, I felt the familiar feeling washing over me. The pleasure which he was proving me with each time he pulled out and then forced him back in were indescribable. He left me totally speechless, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way, not when this is the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

"Cum with me, Aly," he hissed painfully and, with one final thrust, he allowed his release to fill me, and I didn't need to be told for a second time as I felt my walls contract around him, my legs remaining around his waist while I rode out the last of my climax before I collapsed beneath Andrew, exhausted from the simple and naughty act of sex in his office.

Andrew slowly pulled out of me, collapsing on the chair behind him, as he pulled me backwards with him. But I didn't have the energy to fight against him, not with how sated I currently was, but I did enjoy how perfectly my almost naked body fit against his totally naked body, his arms wrapping around my tightly in a sort of post-coital bliss. His rapid heartbeat beginning to slow as I rested my head against his sweaty chest, his breathing returning to normal, while I remained in a bliss from which I never wanted to come down from.

"You know—" I paused for a moment as I continued to catch my breath, "—you really ought to tidy that desk up a little."

"I think you have done a pretty good job of it myself," I could hear the smirk in his voice as I looked over at the desk which was now devoid of any paper work and stationary, the only thing which remained was the laptop to the side of the desk, while everything else now covered the floor and his chair, "it already looks much tidier than it did this morning."

"Sex in an office has always been a secret fantasy of mine, but doing it over a desk wasn't my first preference," I muttered. I could feel him twitching beneath me once again, and I am more than certain that he was thinking of other things in this office which he could fuck me over. A thought, which strangely enough, was also occurring to me as I took a subtle look around the place at all the things which we could christen.

I had never been this sexually active before, not even when I was with Darren, and he had a pretty impressive sex drive on him. Darren was also the first person, since Dean, that I had slept with and I wasn't overly excited at the prospect of having sex with him more than twice a week, three if he was lucky. But, with Andrew, I didn't give a damn and I wanted to have sex with him in the strangest of places—I had even wanted him to fuck me in my mother's rose garden, that was the only thought which was on my mind when we walked through it together, but I kept that one to myself because I knew that my mother would never approve and Ella was also with us at the time.

Andrew was my drug and I was never going to be able to get enough of him, not now that I know what he is capable of doing to me, and without even trying most of the time as well.

"I have never tried to the sofa, I believe that's the second most common people have sex in an office, after the desk of course," Andrew's voice sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel myself becoming quickly aroused again at his questionable promise, "or the rug, it feels good beneath the feet, so there is no reason it can't feel good as I fuck you on it. There is my chair, I would love to sit on that chair and always be reminded of you, but I am rather liking this chair right now because it means we don't even have to move."

I felt his hand move down my back and unclasp my bra, removing it properly and throwing it behind the two of us somewhere, quickly pulling my dress over the top of my head so that I was now as naked as he was. My hormones were, once again, deceiving me as they informed me that they were ready for me to fuck Andrew again and that this chair was the perfect place for it to happen.

I turned myself around, my legs either side of his own, my core rubbing his members as I leant in and put my lips over the top of his own, his hands moving to cover my breasts while my own wandered down his body. I slowly wrapped my hand around his cock, using my thumb to wipe away the pre-cum which was already there, before sucking the pad of my thumb between my lips once I pulled away from him, enjoying the taste of him on my tongue as I moved my hand up and down his shaft at an agonisingly slow pace.

His head fell backwards into the chair, a forced hiss escaping his lips as I picked up the pace, a smirk now on my face as I enjoyed the view of his face contorting into different forms of pleasure, my name slipping from his mouth as he released a guttural moan.

"Aly. I am going to—" his sentence was cut short by an incessant knocking on the door and the sweet shrill of Jenni's voice reminding us that we were still in the workplace. "Y—Yes?"

His breath came out in short, forced breaths but that didn't prevent me from having my revenge, nor did it put a stop to my antics as I continued to move my hand up and down his pulsing cock, placing soft kisses between each of his shoulder blades.

"Miss Jamie Parker, a representative from Lloyds and Kent, is here for your meeting," she replied.

"I w—will be wi—ith her in a mom—oment," I would be lying if I said that I wasn't enjoying being in control for once and knowing that I could bring him to his knees, much like he could bring me to mine, and all he needed to do was look at me most of time.

"Are you alright, Mr Collins?" I couldn't help but smirk at her question.

"Yes, Mr Collins. How are you feeling?" I moved off his lap and continued to kiss my way down his chest, "I do hope you feel a whole lot better after this."

"Aly, don—" I didn't listen to him, not when he was this weak and he was in my hands, and I began to take him in my mouth, sliding down inch by inch, the sound of his hitched breathing telling me that I was doing something right. I wasn't going to tell him that was only my second time giving oral to a male, the first time had been with Darren and he gave me a step-by-step guide on how to give the perfect blowjob, so I could only hope that I remembered everything he told me.

I moved down his length, realising that he was bigger than I had ever given him credit for when he was fucking me senseless, before I felt him hit the back of my throat and, with a sudden burst of confidence, I moved my head back and forth as an increased pace while his hands tightened in my hair and he attempted to push me further down to the base of his cock.

"Mr Collins?" Jenni's impatient voice, probably at the lack of response from her boss, came from the other side of the door as she violently knocked in a lame attempt to force Andrew out of his office. But I didn't really care, it was all part of the fun, wondering whether you were going to be caught by someone, or whether you were going to be able to finish just in time, and Andrew was too far gone to be able to give an answer which made any sense.

With each movement, and approving moan from Andrew, I dared to take him a little deeper, grazing my teeth against his length until reached the hilt. The appreciative groan and ragged breathing were the two things which informed me that Andrew was thoroughly enjoying the blowjob which I was giving him, and he didn't even have a clue that this was the second time I had done this to a man.

"Mr Collins. I really must insist that you come—"

And, when that single word left Jenni's mouth, Andrew released himself into my mouth and I proudly swallowed the majority of it, some dribbling down onto my chin and covering my bare chest, but I loved the unfamiliar salty taste against my lips as I stood up in front of him and placed a lingering kiss on his lips, before I went in search of my clothes. The dress was just behind the chair, the bra had landed on the sofa, and I hadn't got a clue where my underwear had gone.

I didn't give it a moment's thought, not really bothered about whether or not I had my underwear when I walked out of here, it would be a nice surprise for whoever happened to find them. I checked my appearance in the mirror beside the door and I smirked when I saw that I had clearly been thoroughly fucked—my cheeks were flushed, my lips were swollen, my hair was dishevelled, and there was no missing the purple bruise which was beginning to appear on my neck or the other one which was appearing at the top of my right breast.

"You should probably get dressed, Mr Collins. As I understand it, you have a meeting which you need to attend," I smirked at Andrew, moving so that I was now leaning against the desk and looking over his limp body, impressed with myself because his breathing was only just returning back to normal.

"I never knew you had something like that in, Alyssa. I always thought you were such a good girl," he chuckled.

"I am full of surprises, Andrew," I grinned, throwing his trousers and underwear at him, as I wandered over to the door with my hand hovering above the handle," perhaps you should come over to my place this evening, and I will show you just how much of a good girl I really."

"Mr Collins, Miss Parker is in the wait—" but her obviously annoyed rant was cut short when she realised that Andrew was naked and she began to back slowly out of the office, her hands covering her eyes, as she muttered about how she saw nothing, "—I, uh, sorry, I guess, uh, bye."

"Shall I see you tonight then?" I turned my attention back to Andrew, finding Jenni's awkwardness hilarious, because she must have known what was going to happen the moment she walked out of this office and closed the door behind her. I would like to think that she wasn't naïve enough to think that we were simply going to sit around and talk to each other, because that was never going to happen when you left Andrew and I alone in a room together.

"Half seven?" Andrew replied. He pulled on his trousers, quickly fastening the buttons, grabbing hold of the shirt which I held out towards him, laughing as he attempted to fasten the bottom buttons, but instead settled for tucking it into his trousers when he realised that I had completely ruined the shirt in my eagerness to see him naked. "This happened to be my favourite shirt, Miss Lopez. You owe me a new one."

"Trust me, Andrew, tonight will more than make up for a couple of ripped buttons on your favourite shirt," I then walked out of the room, only stopping so that I could give Jenni a reassuring pat on the back, silently telling her that we will talk soon and I will tell her everything she wants to know.

"Until this evening, Miss Lopez," Andrew grinned as he pulled his jacket over his shoulders and Jenni rushed to help him fasten his tie for him.

"Until this evening, Mr Collins," I chuckled and then I walked out of the room, but not before I heard the last exchange between Jenni and Andrew;

"How do I look, Jen?"

"As though you have just had the best fuck of your life."

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