I'd just locked up the store and was headed toward the stockroom when I heard Chuck call out to me. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was pissed.

Backtracking a few steps in the short hallway, I looked into his office. "Yeah, boss?"

He was sitting at his desk, an invoice in his hand. His eyebrows lifted as he peered at me over his reading glasses. "You screwed up this order, Andrea. Big time."

My heart felt like it was plummeting into my guts. "Which order?" I tugged at my blonde ponytail while shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

In response, Chuck beckoned to me. I took consolation in the fact that he and I were the only ones in the building, so no one else was around to hear him chew me another asshole. Since the business had taken a downturn, he'd cut the hours of the other employees until all but two were forced to quit. I was still working full-time, mostly alongside Chuck, and I couldn't afford to fuck up.

When I approached the desk and took the invoice from him, I immediately knew I had indeed fucked up. Instead of ordering twenty of an inventory item, I'd ordered two hundred.

"Oh shit." I sounded like I'd been punched in the stomach. My late lunch threatened to rise into my throat when I saw how much the error had cost the company. "Can we return the excess?"

Chuck leaned back in his seat. "Yeah, but I gotta pay a twenty-five-percent restocking fee."

I finally grew brave enough to meet his stare. "I'm so sorry."

As we regarded each other, I thought back to when he'd first hired me over five years ago. At that time, I was twenty and living in a shitty apartment with two other roommates. Chuck owned this company, and he'd always been more than fair. Over time, I'd proven myself capable of taking on more and more responsibility, and to his credit, he paid me a wage that other retail workers could only dream of.

He'd been an excellent boss. Up until recently, he was easygoing and had a great sense of humor. I actually enjoyed working for him, crazy as that sounded. But then the recession came, and customers were now tightening the purse strings. I could sense Chuck's anxiety over the finances, that precarious ratio of revenue to expenses. His sandy blond hair now held more gray. Before, he'd been stocky, always saying he needed to lose a few pounds. In the last several months, he'd grown thinner. He appeared tired and rarely smiled.

"We can't afford a mistake like this, Andrea." Chuck's jaw tightened as he leaned forward to snatch the invoice away from me. "I have to watch every penny so I can keep the doors open."

To my horror, my eyes stung with tears. I will NOT cry, I told myself.

In order to avoid breaking down, I resorted to being defensive. "I said, I'm sorry." My tone had a sharp edge. "Now that there are so few of us working here, I've had a lot on my plate."

Chuck's eyes flashed in warning. "I thought you could handle it. I guess I was wrong."

My mouth dropped open. I knew my face was flushed with anger. "I made one mistake! I'm a human being, not a fucking robot."

I understood my outburst could get me fired, but at that moment, I was too distraught to care. Chuck was twenty years my senior, and I'd always looked up to him. In turn, I felt he genuinely cared about me; he was a kind of father figure. So his reprimand cut deeper than it should have.

He now quickly stood so his chair rolled backward. "I've never expected you to be perfect! But if you're gonna make a mistake, it can't be this costly."

"Take it out of my pay then!" I shouted.

Chuck gave me an exasperated look. "And how would you make rent this month if I were to do that?"

"That's not your fucking problem, is it!" I realized I was shaking. I had a terrible fear that I was setting fire to my entire life, yet I couldn't shut up.

"Watch your mouth." Chuck's voice lowered to just above a whisper. "Don't forget I'm your boss."

I drew my shoulders back and placed my hands on my hips. "You know what you need, Chuck?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you're gonna tell me. Go ahead, Andrea. Enlighten me as to what I need."

"You need to get laid!"

My boss's astonished expression would have been hilarious under any other circumstance. He yanked off his glasses and tossed them onto the desk. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me!" I dared to draw closer to him. "Yeah, business is bad right now, and we're all stressed. But you've had a major stick up your ass since you and your wife separated."

Chuck recoiled as if I'd slapped him. Though his personal life was a topic we avoided lately, he'd told me six months ago that his marriage was ending. I had no idea if the divorce was finalized yet, but I was almost certain Chuck wasn't seeing anyone else. I could only guess how long it had been since he'd had sex.

My boss braced his hands on the desk. Briefly, he closed his eyes, then took a deep breath. When he looked at me again, I could tell he was struggling to contain his fury.

"Get out of my office. Right now," he ordered.

I figured I was fired, so I had nothing to lose. Speaking again, I kept my tone gentle, almost pleading. "It's okay, Chuck. Let me help you."

Before he could reply, I grabbed the hem of my work shirt and pulled it over my head.

He gasped at the sight of me standing there in my bra. It was pale blue and lacy. Not too shabby considering I hadn't set out to seduce my boss when I'd chosen the undergarment that morning.

Chuck no longer looked angry. Now, his face showed something like alarm. But I noticed his stare was fixed to my breasts.

"Andrea, what are you doing?" His voice was soft. "Put your shirt back on."

I let the shirt drop to the floor, then started to unbutton my slacks. The job took longer than it should have because I was still shaking. 

"I know what you need," I said while my head was lowered. "It's okay. I need it, too."

I managed to strip out of my shoes and socks, and then my pants, without making a complete fool of myself. Finally, I stood half naked in panties that matched my bra. 

Lifting my head, I noticed Chuck's gaze sweep over me. I could sense his resistance splintering.

"Baby, we can't," he said.

Baby. That affectionate term convinced me that we definitely could. 

Instead of arguing, I moved toward him, my bare feet soundless against the faded tile.

Chuck released an almost inaudible moan. Still, he held up a hand to stop me.

"Leah called earlier," he said. "She mentioned she might swing by to pick up her check a little later this evening. She wanted to make sure I'd be here."

The idea of being discovered like this by one of my coworkers was unsettling, to say the least. But I knew I had to go through with my plan. Now that I'd made my advance, I'd be damned if I retreated. 

And my God, I could see the bulge in Chuck's pants. His mind might have been offering protests, but his body was more than ready.

I did my best to give him a casual shrug. "If you're expecting Leah at any time, then we'd better be quick."

Again, he opened his mouth to dissuade me, but I closed the distance between us. Simultaneously, I pressed my lips to his and slid a hand down to his crotch. A jolt went through him at that first illicit caress.

I let out a squeal, muffled by our kiss, when my boss grabbed me. As his hands roamed over my body, his mouth grew hungrier. By the time our tongues met, my panties were soaked. 

Reluctantly, he withdrew, but his grasp on my hips remained firm. Searching my face, he said, "I can't. I'm your boss."

"You can," I insisted. My fingers traced the outline of his erection through his pants. "The clock is ticking. You'd best fuck me before Leah shows up."

Chuck released me just long enough to sweep some papers on his desk aside. After clearing a space, he lifted me off my feet and set me on the desktop. The cool surface made me shiver.

I'd never seen him so determined, so eager, as he tugged at my panties. I'd fantasized about it on occasion, always feeling guilty afterward because he was my boss, and he was married.

Now that my naughty fantasy was becoming reality, I figured I should go all in and get completely naked. Reaching behind me, I unhooked my bra.

Chuck slid his palms along my bare legs, his eyes wild as he watched me expose my tits. The moment they were free of my bra, he cupped them in his hands. His thumbs grazed my nipples until my flesh was painfully hard and I whined with need.

Then he dipped his head and sucked fiercely at my left breast. My groans grew louder as I ran my fingers through his hair and held him close. 

"God, I want you so much," he confessed. "You're so damn gorgeous, Andrea."

Those words sent a thrill through me. "I'm all yours." Making an invitation of myself, I spread my legs even wider.

Chuck's mouth claimed mine for another kiss while his fingers explored my pussy. The instant he massaged my clit, I bucked my hips in an attempt to grind against his touch.

My desperation made him laugh. Straightening back up, he moved to unbuckle his belt.

With my hands planted behind me on the desk, I shamelessly watched my boss lower his pants and underwear. His pubes were unruly, which confirmed my suspicion that he hadn't been laid in a good while. And his cock was more than impressive; I guessed it was well over seven inches. I hadn't been as generous with his size in my masturbatory fantasies. Sometimes, the real thing proved better than a horny woman's imagination!

With his dick in hand, he suddenly looked chagrined. "Uh, I don't have anything. I certainly wasn't expecting..."

"It's okay," I assured him. "I'm on the pill."

Chuck's shoulders actually slackened with relief. Once he'd positioned himself between my legs, all his restraint seemed to vanish. With a firm touch, he seized my hips and pulled my ass even closer to the desk's edge. I thought he'd fuck me right then, but he instead toyed with my pussy. A tremor surged along my thighs when he rubbed my clit. 

"I love how wet you are." Chuck studied my face as his fingers moved faster. Whatever he saw in my expression made him grin. "God, I've dreamed about this!"

I jutted out my chin in a challenge. "Do it. Fuck my pussy!"

Those words spurred him on, for he rushed to place his cockhead right at my entrance. I felt the pressure of him opening me wide; I had to bite my lip to subdue a groan.

My past sexual partners had been no more than average in size, so I wasn't used to the twinge of pain that accompanied my boss penetrating me. The thought of him pushing inside, forcing my flesh to yield, was exciting rather than intimidating.

"Ooh, fuck!" I shrieked. Unable to stop myself, I looked between my thighs to witness him inching deeper.

"Need me to slow down, sweetheart?" He was now motionless, only halfway inside me.

I shook my head. "No, keep going!"

Chuck didn't need any more encouragement before giving a hard thrust. 

"Christ, your pussy feels like heaven!" he said.

Though my cunt was still throbbing from the intrusion, I giggled at the effect it had on my boss. Already, this fuck had chased all the worry from his eyes; he was now focused only on giving us both pleasure.

My eyes widened when he seized my ponytail. His grip was powerful but didn't cause me pain. He drew my head back, exposing my neck so he could trace his lips along its length. I felt the hot sweep of his tongue.

Then he began fucking me with shallow pumps. Our mouths again met, and as we kissed, he released a groan. 

I let him ease me back so that I lay flat on the desk. Immediately, I started playing with my tits. The sight of me pinching and tugging at my nipples prompted him to thrust deeper into my pussy.

"Such a dirty girl, letting me have you like this." He looked from my face to my cunt, which his dick was now pounding.

"I'm sooo bad," I said in a taunting voice. I wanted to be punished. At this point, my tits were jiggling from the force of our lovemaking. I breathed in the scent of sweat and sex. Chuck's shirt was damp, clinging to his skin. Every so often, his expression grew pained. It made me wonder if he was struggling to last.

"Fuck me with that big dick!" I cried.

As Chuck gave me what I craved, he used the pad of his thumb to torment my clit. All at once, the sensation became excruciating, and I wriggled on the desk. 

But his cock, and his free hand, had me pinned. I started shuddering, lingering at that precipice.

"Come for me!" he demanded. "I won't stop till you do."

The pressure of his touch, and the relentless movement of that thick cock, sent my body into a wave of contractions. My back arched until my torso was drawn off the desk. Only when a short scream escaped my throat did Chuck take his thumb from my clit. His grin was triumphant, his own need momentarily forgotten.

"Oh, fuck yes!" he shouted. "You're gripping my cock so hard!"

I slumped back against the desk, weak as a rag doll. Staring up at him, I managed just one word: "Please."

"I'm close!" he warned. "I should... pull out..." As he spoke, his hips kept pumping away.

I shook my head, then wrapped my fingers around his forearm. "Come," I mouthed.

Chuck roared from the force of his own orgasm. My pussy was tender, fucked raw, but I still managed to clench my muscles around his dick. He kept thrusting throughout the climax, as if he couldn't bear to stop.

Only after leaving me stretched and filled with cum did he withdraw. Despite the rough sex, he was careful about pulling out. 

Just as carefully, he drew me into an embrace while catching his breath. Though my skin was flushed, I nestled into his warmth. Again, I inhaled deeply to bask in his scent. I felt his lips against my hair.

"Thank you for that." His strong hands slid over my back.

"I should thank you for the best fuck of my life!"

That made him laugh. I could tell he was pleased by my words. Tilting my head back, I returned his smile.

"I'm sorry I was an asshole earlier," he said.

"It's okay." Brushing his hair back from his damp forehead, I added, "Just remember, we're a team. Things are tough right now, but we'll keep the doors open."

Chuck nodded, eager to believe me. After we shared another kiss, he eased me off the desk. "We'd better get dressed before Leah arrives."

I gave his now-flaccid dick one last caress. "I'm not expecting a raise any time soon," I said with a playful grin, "but I do feel I'm entitled to this particular fringe benefit."

Chuck moaned as my fingers danced over his sensitive tip. "Any time you want, baby. I promise I'll do my best to keep my most valuable employee happy."