Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 23

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He pressed his lips against my ear, sucking the skin. “He wouldn’t like that, would he?” When I didn’t say a word, he curled his hand around my neck and pulled me toward him. “Would he?”

“No,” I breathed out, my heart pounding in my chest.

I gazed out the door window, watching people walk by in the halls. No, there wasn’t a class in here after… but people loved to study in the empty classrooms. And … I had no doubt that someone would glance into this one, hoping to find an empty classroom but finding Mr. Williams thrusting his fingers into my tight, wet pussy instead.

“We have to stop,” I breathed out. “We… we can’t …”

“Do you want your father finding out?” he asked in my ear. “About everything?”

I furrowed my brows and shook my head, heart racing in my chest. “No.”

“No, you don’t.” He tugged on my hair, fingers still moving fast inside of me. “That’s why you’re going to take off your pants, sit on this desk, and spread your legs wide for me.”

After pulling his hand out of my pants and releasing my hair, he stepped back and stared at me. “Now.”

I took a deep breath, peeking back at the window again, and pulled down my pants. “Please, Mr. Williams, make it quick.”

“You deserve more than just a quickie,” he said. When I took off my pants and stood awkwardly in front of him, he gestured to the table. “Sit and spread your legs.”

My heart raced in my chest at the thought of being caught, but I hopped up onto the desk, my button-up shirt falling open just a bit. And then I reluctantly spread my legs.

He stared at my wet pussy, his eyes darkening. “Wider.”

I spread my legs wider, placing my feet on the desk. He sauntered over to me, tugged my hips closer to the edge of the desk, and placed his hands on the backs of my thighs, holding them up into the air.

He unbuttoned his pants and pressed his hard cock against my entrance, teasing it.

“Mr. Williams,” I breathed out, staring up at him. “Mr. Williams, I don’t think-”

He plunged his cock inside of me, and my pussy immediately tightened around him. A wave of pleasure rolled through my body.

“Hold your legs,” he said.

I curled my arms under my thighs, spreading them further for him.

God, this was so wrong.

He rubbed his fingers against my clit in rough, rhythmic circles. The sheer pressure of his cock inside of me was already driving me crazy.

Every time he pumped it in and out of me, the pleasure rose in my core. I grasped his arms, my legs falling onto his shoulders. He grasped my waist, squeezing tightly and using my body to thrust harder and deeper into my tight pussy.

He trailed one hand up my body and wrapped it around the front of my neck. “How does it feel, Mila?” he asked me. I drew my brows together, lips parting, and let out a small moan. “To feel absolutely powerless?”

His fingers continued to move in small, torturous circles. I clenched hard on his cock, and he squeezed my neck. I grabbed his wrist, pulling on it gently but not enough to actually pull it off.

“It… it feels…”

His fingers moved faster, and my legs began to tremble against his shoulders.

“How does it feel?” he asked, staring directly at me. He thrust harder into me as my pussy pulsed over and over on him. “Like you want to scream for

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I furrowed my brows together, tingles running up and down my entire body. The orgasm didn’t stop. It continued for nearly an entire minute. Wave after wave of pleasure was running to my core.

I parted my lips to moan, my back arching hard, and screamed his name instead.

He slowed his pace until he stilled inside of me, eyes closing when I clenched hard on him. Then, he pulled out of me and came on my pussy lips. Claiming my pussy as his.

My breath caught in my throat, and I hopped off of the desk, hurrying to get my pants on because someone definitely heard me scream and they would be in here to ask us about it within the next few minutes.

When I dressed myself, reluctantly pulling my underwear up my thighs and ruining them with Mr. Williams’s cum, he cleared his throat.

“I talked to Professor Reynolds,” Mr. Williams said.

I huffed deeply through my nose, trying to cool my flushed cheeks. “What did you tell him? That I should fail for the semester for not giving you my full attention during your stupid lecture?”

“For every hour you spend interning under me at CloseNet Engineering, he’ll give you half a point extra credit on your final exam.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, eyes flickering down my body. “And by your exam scores, you need it.”

My jaw nearly fell open. A half a point extra credit? I could finally get an A on one of his exams and bring my grade up enough to not have Dad question if I was spending too much time with Everett instead of studying for class.

He held his hand up before I could nod my head. “You start on Monday. Six a. m. Every minute you’re late, you stay an hour later.”

“I didn’t even agree.”

“You don’t have to agree. I’ve made the decision for you. If you decide to disobey me”-his lips curled into a smirk-“you know what will happen.” He stepped closer and leaned toward me, his lips against my ear. “And when Monday morning comes around and you’re searching your closet for clothes to wear… skip the panties. You’re not going to need them, if I find out you wear any panties, I will tear them off you until you have none left”

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It was Friday night, one week into my internship under Mr. Williams, and it was not what I was expecting. I expected him to sneak me into his office between every meeting and have his way with me, not give me piles upon piles of work to do.

“You’re not finished with your hours for today, Mila,” Mr. Williams said to me just as I said good-bye to him to leave for the weekend.

He gestured to the door, and I shut it behind me and stared at the great CEO behind the desk. He cocked one finger in my direction and patted the desk next to him. “Come here.”

After blowing out a deep breath and trying to ease the ache between my legs that wouldn’t go away all week, I sauntered over to the side of his desk and gazed down at him. “What do you need help with, Mr. Williams?” I asked, trying to keep this as professional as I could. He hadn’t touched me all week.

He hadn’t flirted with me all week. He had barely looked at me all week. But today … today, I could see that he needed to be relieved and that he was going to blackmail me into that too.

Standing up from his seat, he walked behind me and placed one hand on my waist and leaned closer to me until his mouth was near my ear. “I have a meeting with your father in five minutes.” He flipped me around, so he was pressing against my front side, his hard cock just teasing my aching pussy. “You’re going to join us.”

My dad chuckled and brushed it off as if it was nothing because that’s what it was. To him, Mr. Williams and I were just that-boss and employee. Nothing more and definitely nothing less. He was to show me how to run a company, and I was to get my shitty-ass grade up.

Someone’s phone buzzed on the desk, and Dad stood. “Let me take this,” he said. “It’ll be a moment.”

The office door closed, and Mr. Williams pushed out his seat to stare down at me.

He leaned down slightly and pushed his hand into my skirt. “How’re you doing down there?” he asked, fingers thrusting up into my pussy. “Being a good girl for me. Sucking me off. Getting your pussy sopping wet for me.” A rush of heat warmed my core, and I nodded. “I need you,” I whispered. “I’ve been waiting all week for you to pull me into your office.”

Mr. Williams’s gaze flickered from my eyes to my lips and back. “God, Mila, if I could, you’d be in my office every day like this.”

He crashed his lips hard onto mine and gave me a taste of him-one simple taste-and I wanted more. When he pulled away from me, he massaged my G-spot with his fingers.

“You’re going to continue finger-fucking this pussy of yours. No matter how quiet it gets, no matter how loud and wet that pussy becomes. You don’t stop until your father walks right out of this room for the night,” he said, staring me right in the eyes and thrusting his fingers up into me. He grasped my chin hard in his hand. ” Do you understand me?”

The pressure rose in my core with every thrust, and I felt like I was about to tip over the edge already. When I let out a small whimper and nodded, he stuffed his wet fingers into my mouth. “Show me.”

I pushed two fingers into my pussy and stared up at him through my lashes. His dick must’ve been throbbing because he grasped it in his hand and stroked it under the desk.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, tugging on one of my nipples. A wave of pleasure shot through me. “I guess I don’t have to show your father your pretty pictures tonight.”

Furrowing my eyebrows together, I let out a small moan at the mere thought of him having so much power over me, him blackmailing me to do anything for him. It was so damn wrong, so wrong… but it felt so good.

The door opened, and Mr. Williams returned to his businessman self-as if his fingers weren’t still sticky with my juices.

Dad walked back into the room. “I have to take this. The wife has a problem.”

Mr. Williams nodded. “All right, I’ll see you Monday then. Bright and early.”

“Monday,” Dad said. “Have a good weekend, Jonathan.”

As soon as the door closed, Mr. Williams tugged me to my feet, bent me over his desk, and pulled down my soaked panties, as if he couldn’t wait one more minute. “Spread your legs for me, Mila.”

I wrapped my fingers around the edges of the desk and spread my legs. Mr. Williams wrapped the tie three times around his hand and pulled me closer to him by it, so I couldn’t go anywhere.

“Wider.”

I spread my legs even further apart and arched my back. He rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy and pushed it inside of me, filling me up. Wrapping one large hand around my mouth, he pulled me closer to him. “Shh, shh, shh, your father hasn’t left yet,” he said. “He’s probably still in the office, right next door.”

He rammed himself harder inside of me, making me moan out into his hand. “If you’re not quiet, he’s going to hear you moaning my name. He’s going to find out about us, and I’m sure you don’t want that happening, do you?”

I shook my head, my core tightening around him. He pumped into me harder and faster, thrusting me against

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So close… I was so close to coming when he stopped all of a sudden.