Webs of Dark Passion

"Amy!"

I gasp at the mention of my name, sit upright and stare at the computer in confusion.

"Were you even listening to me?" He snorts and shakes his head in his usual manner that shows how pathetic he finds me but I always find it amusing.

"Yes, boss." I slur, blinking at him through heavily-lidded eyes.

He looks away, hating it when I try to act cute with him after making a mistake.

He clears his throat and turns back to me. "Do you have everything I dictated down?"

It takes determination to not react at that time because I have nothing down. I have nothing down. Truth is that I haven't been jotting but daydreaming instead.

His voice does that to me. I can't seem to focus anywhere near him and it's frustrating that he doesn't take note of anything except work. He is extremely shy and socially awkward that he doesn't recognize any of the lights I have been shining his way, despite how extremely green they are.

"What do you think of asides work?" He asks, exasperation tinging his voice.

I know he would have terminated my employment if he had the capacity to.

I let a smile spread across my face, slow and seductive, while keeping my gaze on his. I would rather show him what I'm thinking of rather than say it.

"You don't want to know."

He seems to know that I'm up to no good with my response as he clears his throat and moves farther an inch from my desk as if I have the flu.

"Let's go again."

Go? I imagine him going a mile per second, digging deep into my wet cunt with his hard and delicious rod. A moan slips out of my mouth unconsciously and my eyes round in horror as I realize what I have done.

His eyes also go round but not with horror but with annoyance. His eyebrows shoot up, his lips curling with unconcealed exasperation. "What is wrong with you?"

"You," I say without thinking.

"What?" He frowns.

I swallow and decide to go all in. I'm a good worker but I've been the opposite of myself since I met him. I don't think I'm going to last long in the job anyway so it's either I get him out of my system by fucking the hell out of him or get rejected for my brain to reset.

I decide to be bold. "You distract me, Aiden."

Amy and Aiden. I can't count the number of times I have smiled as I playfully joined our names together in my brain.

"What do you mean?"

I want to sigh in frustration that he doesn't get it. "I find you attractive. It's like my brain stops working anytime you are around."

There. I've said it. My heart bangs in my chest as I wait for the epic rejection that is about to come out of his mouth.

Silly me can't help not imagining as well. I wish he will pull me closer and ask why I haven't said anything sooner.

He stares at me for a while and blinks rapidly, as if he struggles to understand what I said. After a while, he clears his throat and runs his palm down his face.

"Is that why you've been messing up at work?" He asks, his eyes betraying nothing of what he now thinks of me.

Feeling encouraged that he hasn't told me to stop being ridiculous, I decide to push my luck one more time. "Because I will rather mess with you."

A blush forms on his face and he lets out a gasp. He gives me a strange look and in that moment, I realize I affect him too.

How good it is to be bold and daring.

He blinks and shakes his head. "I can't listen to this. I will pretend this didn't happen. Let me know when your brain is ready to work and we will go over the dictation again." He says and turns back to his office.

At the door, he pauses and glances back at me. He stares at me for a while, shakes his head and rushes into his office as if he has someone on his tail.

I smile at how cute he is.

If only he knows that I'm not about to back down unless I have him.

I stand up, pull up my already short skirt and head to his office. I smile as the door opens, telling myself that he wants me as much as I want him.

He would have locked the door if he didn't.

I stare in surprise at the sight before me. Aiden has his tie off his neck and his hair ruffled, giving him a more attractive look. One of his hands is below the desk and I don't have to be a genius to know what he is doing.

"What do you want?" He asks, his voice husky.

I smile as I move forward. "The dictation. I brought my notes."

"I thought you didn't hear anything I said."

Knowing how distracted I am in his presence, I have a recorder on my desk so I can listen later to anything he tells me.

I don't tell him that though.

"I told you that you distract me. My brain started working the moment you left."

"Don't," he lets out a groan, looking tortured.

I have never seen him this way asides his usual composed self and I get wetter for him, squeezing my legs together in desire.

His gaze flicks to me, traveling up my bare legs to the skirt barely covering my wet pussy and then to my face. He blushes heavily when he realizes I've been staring at him.

"Leave," he orders, looking away from me.

"You can have me if you want." I say, moving closer.

"Leave," he orders, his voice breaking.

"I will feel better than your hand on your penis." I say.

"Amy," he growls and shoots up, his hand pointing at the door.

My eyes widen as they trail to his stiff penis jutting out of his pants. He has forgotten in his anger that he was blowing himself off.

He realizes his undressed state and rushes to cover himself. I move forward quickly, preventing him from doing that.

"No, don't." I beg, wrapping my hand around his penis as I go down on my knees.

He lets out a groan as my hand makes contact with his skin. "Why do you torture me, Amy? It's bad enough you drive me crazy with those short skirts you wear, why do you have to tell me stuff I barely hear and push me into a frenzy?"

It's a delight to hear him lament gloriously to me.

It's not a surprise he barely gets approached by ladies as he barely sticks around them. I feel good being the unique woman in his life.

"Because I want you." I reply, placing a kiss on his penis and licking off the cum staining it. "Let me make you feel good, boss."

A thrill goes through him. "Don't call me boss. You will make me want to stop."

"Yes, boss." I respond, smiling at him with a naughty look in my eyes.

Before he can tell me he wants me out, which I know is a lie by the evidence of his arousal in my hand, I lean forward and take him in my mouth.

"Fuck," he emits loudly.

I don't ever think of Aiden saying something like that and that turns me on more. I take him fully in my mouth, licking and teasing him at every side. I love how he jumps, his groin swelling till I feel my mouth is about to tear.

He places a hand on my shoulder, hissing as he tries to push me off. "Amy, stop." He groans.

I hold on and fondle his balls, loving the string of curses that leaves his mouth as he jets his seeds into my mouth. I take it all, loving as he fills my mouth and fulfills my long-time fantasy of being with him like this.

I stand up, licking my lips as I stare at him.

He stares back, his chest moving up and down as he tries to catch his breath. "That was amazing." He smiles, his eyes darkening with lust.

"I told you." I grin like a gambler who has won the lottery.

"Your turn." He says, reaching forward for me.

I shake my head and deftly move out of his reach.

"I've always wanted you, Aiden. It's my turn to do all I want with you. You get your turn with me next time."

"Next time?" He asks but doesn't look displeased at the idea.

I kiss him, playing with his penis as I slip my tongue into his mouth. He groans, pulling me closer and running his hands through my hair in a frenzy. He gets harder and I bite him gently on his lower lip, sending him into another heat rush.

He slips his hand below my skirt and I jump as he finds and flicks at my clit through my panties.

"You aren't the only naughty one." He grins against my lips.

I love this side of Aiden. I rock against his hand, shaking slightly on my heels as he fucks me through a thin lace material with his fingers.

"Aiden," I gasp, calling his name just the way I have imagined it a thousand times in my head.

"Fuck, Amy." He groans, his eyes darkening at the sound of his name.

"I intend to do that." I say, stepping back and hissing at the loss of his fingers on my aching bud.

He reaches back for me but I hold a hand slowly in the air, telling him to be patient. I slowly pull up my skirt, remove my heels and pull down my panties, my eyes on him all through the act.

"You horrible tease," he growls, clenching his hands at his sides to keep himself from reaching out for me.

I love his passion. "I tease only you." I confess, meaning it.

"You are going to be the death of me."

"Not at all." I smile, moving forward. "I haven't fucked you yet."

"Amy," he breathes my name again, as if he has lost all vocabularies.

"Sit," I say, pointing at his chair.

He obeys without a word, settling in the chair and looking at me expectantly. His pants pull between his legs and his groin pushes gloriously forward. I stare and relish the sight of him waiting for me, and commit it to memory.

I turn my back to him and settle in gently on his dick, a long hiss erupting from my throat as he fills me completely. I place my hand on the armrests of the chair as he places his hands on my waist, shooting his hips upward.

The angle makes him go deeper into me and I cry out, forgetting momentarily that we are in an office and the door isn't locked.

"You feel so good." I groan, pushing back against his dick and rocking him.

"You... too." He groans.

"I should have seduced you sooner." I bite against my lips to keep myself from crying out as he thrusts into me, sending me over the edge.

"You did. I was the one trying too hard not to succumb. I should have fucked you sooner if I knew it would feel this good."

His words make my heart do funny flips and I hold on tight to the chair as I raise my hips and slam them against his, meeting him thrusts for thrusts.

The scent of our raw passion hangs in the air and I smile as I close my eyes, giving myself fully to the commotion Aiden was doing to my pussy. He fucks me like a starving man. I'm sure I will walk home in a funny manner after work but I don't care.

Coming to work has suddenly gotten interesting because I doubt I can stop teasing my boss.

I want more. I admit as I give in to the orgasm rushing through my veins, hearing Aiden shout with me.

"You have just three months left to live."

I stare at the doctor, wishing that I am deaf and he hasn't just proclaimed a death sentence on me. I fight back the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes, hating how pathetic my life is.

I am just twenty-two, freshly out of college and have a ton of debts on my neck. I have spent years being the best student, trying to prove to the scholarship board that I am worth their sweats. I have worked tons of part-time jobs to make up for what the scholarship couldn't cover. I have missed out on many fun activities, not daring to be as adventurous as my peers are.

Why now?

Why will I have a strange disease and have to die suddenly when it is time for me to enjoy my labors?

Is my life meant to be that hard?

Was I born to suffer and die just like that?

I have no one to ask. My mother had dumped me unceremoniously at the side of the road as a two-month-old baby. There, a good Samaritan had picked me up and taken me to the orphanage. I had survived and started hustling to stay afloat.

How sad all the struggles and faint hopes are about to come to an end.

"Star," the doctor calls to get my attention.

I snort at the ridiculous name I have been given. What is the point of having a fancy name when there is nothing fanciful about my life?

I drag myself out of the mental hole I have crawled into and blink at him.

He stares at me, his eyes clouding with pity. "Are you okay?"

I keep my snort to myself. Would he be fine if he were me? "Am I free to go?"

He nods. "Yes, you can." He says, handing my diagnosis result to me. "But get back soon so we can admit you for treatment."

I walk out like a robot, squeezing and throwing the paper on the floor. If I have just three months to live, I am not going to spend them feeling sorry about myself. Heaven knows I have done enough of that.

I am going to enjoy my life and do all the stuff I haven't allowed myself to experience. I know the first thing I am going to do, and that is to lose the virginity I have treasured like it's the key to the vault of the world bank.

I glance at myself in the mirror later that night, hardly recognizing myself. I have my brown hair in curls, black eyeshadow boldly complementing bold lipstick and my skirt is so short that it would have made the girl I was the previous day cringe in shame.

Not tonight though. I am going all in.

"Helloooo, beauty." Someone drawls behind me as I step into the club.

I feel overwhelmed by the rush of heat and people grinding against one another, and I feel the crazy urge to bolt out of the packed space.

I force myself to stay put.

I flick one gaze at him and know he isn't the one. I want to get laid so bad but I want the memory to be unforgettable. I want my first sexual experience to be part of the memories flicking through my brain as I take my last breath.

I feel tingles on my skin and sense someone watching me. I turn and my heart jumps with awareness, knowing as I set my gaze on him that he is the one. We stare at each other without making a move from where we are. Heat sizzles on my skin as I keep looking, unable to tear my gaze away.

I let out a soft moan, imagining what he can do to me if I am in his arms if he can affect me this much.

His gaze travels down my length and I force myself not to dash to the door, feeling super self-conscious at his perusal.

As if we have decided to, we start moving at the same time. I smirk, doing my best to look sultry as I approach him and hope I am doing a good job of it. The last thing I want to do in my last moments is to embarrass myself. I have enough pitiful memories to contend with.

His gaze is on me as mine is unblinking. We stand before each other, barely glancing at the crowd bumping and humping against one another. Our gazes are locked together, scarcely an inch between us. We can kiss if we want to. We can also make out if we want to at that point.

He breaks eye contact first and a wide grin spreads across his lips as he pulls me closer, wrapping his arm around my waist. I let out a gasp at the possessive way with which he holds me and my heart starts doing crazy flips.

I love ittttttt. I mentally scream out loud in my head.

When have I ever been held by a man like that?

He leans forward, his beard tickling my skin as he nuzzles his mouth close to my ear. "Wanna fuck?"

Heat pools low between my thighs and I have to bite my lips to keep myself from moaning out loud. His words are straight to the point and hit me straight where they should as well.

I don't trust myself not to squeak so I only nod, keeping my gaze on him. He runs his tongue briefly on his lower lip and smiles, indicating that he loves what he sees.

I am the one who actually won the jackpot and love what I see. Standing tall at three inches above me, and looking handsome and rugged, he is everything I dream of in a bad boy. I feel like the universe is trying to make it up to me for the bad hand that it has dealt me.

It better feels sorry for being harsh on poor me.

He grins at my exuberant nod and slides his hand into mine, leading me out of the club to wherever the devil knows. I don't care where he leads me to as long as he fucks me right.

What if he is an assassin? The good girl in me, the one I have purposely buried tonight, stirs and tries to warn me.

I ignore her, reminding her that I am going to die anyway. At least, I am making this choice on how to die.

I would be damned if I let the fear of death talk me out of having the best night of my life.