The best thing about being a workaholic is that your spouse never questions why you’re coming home late. Sure, there are plenty of times I need to stay to see a project through to completion, but more often than not my late arrival home can be attributed to my assistant, Hunter.

Hunter is meticulous in everything he does. He approaches each task with a youthful exuberance that’s refreshing. Some might even say Hunter works too hard. But he’ll do anything necessary to keep me at the top of my game — and I do mean anything. It’s how we enjoyed our first sexual encounter.

One evening, he entered my office while I was embroiled in a serious conference call. I wasn’t speaking, so much as intently listening to my fellow executives.

But Hunter found me so wound up that my shoulders practically sat up near my earlobes. When he quietly offered to ease my tension, I thought he had a back rub in mind. Imagine my surprise when instead Hunter crawled under my desk, knelt at my feet and draped my thighs over his strong, capable shoulders.

My finger tapped the phone’s mute button just in time as Hunter dove beneath my skirt and noisily attack my flimsy thong. A guttural growl rumbled in his throat as he tore the thin lace with an animalistic hunger. Finally, nothing stood in his way.

With my hot, pulsing pussy exposed, Hunter’s mouth descended on me. He repeatedly swept the flat of his tongue over my plump pussy folds. Once he’d taken a tour of my slit, he swooped up to my clit and circled the sensitive button with his tongue, teasing me with the suggestion of what was to come.

It was such a simple motion, yet already I was melting due to Hunter’s oral expertise. I relaxed and sank into the leather seat as I tilted my pelvis up in offering. After a few minutes, Hunter pushed back my chair and rose to his feet. He pulled me up and spun me around. My horny hunk bent me over the desk with a grace reserved for only the most practiced of players. The gesture put me face-to-face with a photo of my husband, Barry. Barry’s encouraging smile told me I’d made the right choice to remain at the office that evening. My clueless hubby would hold down the home front, while I tended to more pressing matters — like the sturdy erection insistently nudging my ass.

I’d expected Hunter to start fucking me hard and fast, but the man was full of surprises. There I stood, with my legs parted and my ass in the air, and he was taking his sweet time skimming his hands over my torso. His palms skated under and over my tits. Every caress of his fingers made my erect nipples ache and my pussy throb a little more.

That’s when my inner executive took over. It’s my office. I’m in charge. If I wanted Hunter to eat my box, goddammit — he would!

Pushing my husband’s trusting smile far from my mind, I spun to face Hunter and showed Barry’s photo my back. Without delay, I reached out, gripping Hunter’s shoulders and urging him back onto his knees.

I tsked at my normally exacting assistant.

“Be a good worker bee and finish what you started,” I chided.

One of my favorite things about Hunter is how well he takes direction. Armed with clear and concise instructions, he is unstoppable, and that night was no exception.

Hunter kissed my mound, then he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked on it with the intensity of a man presented with a particularly delectable morsel of candy. As he growled and nuzzled my slit, his stubbly cheeks scraped my thighs. My skin prickled from the rough texture of his face, but my clit positively ached for a different sensation — demanded it even.

“Lick my clit, Hunter,” I insisted on a moan. “Lick it now!”

I knew I didn’t have to tell him twice, but I wanted to. Hunter needed to know how his actions affected me. How he’d riled me up.

My talented assistant swept the flat of his tongue over my gash and landed on my clit. He grazed the nub with his teeth, then he soothed it with a passionate suck that made me wail. His tongue undulated against me, while two enterprising digits slipped inside my slippery slit. He curled them in a come-hither motion, pressing against my G-spot in the process.

I cried out his name. My voice sounded more desperate than if I were shouting to grab my assistant’s attention during the workday. But fortunately no one else was around in the office to realize my cries were inspired by two of Hunter’s fingers nestled deep inside my pussy.

“That’s it, give it to me!” I demanded.

I bounced up and down, skewering myself on Hunter’s digits over and over again.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard a man call my name: “Vivian?”

A quick look down confirmed that Hunter’s mouth was busy. It wasn’t my assistant speaking.

“Vivian, do you agree?” asked the vice president of marketing. He was in an office across the country with the other people on the call. But his voice boomed over the phone’s speaker so loudly it was like he was sitting right next to us.

I’d agree to anything if it meant Hunter could keep doing that wild, twisty thing with his tongue. But determined not to raise suspicion among my colleagues, I rushed to unmute my phone and toss out a quick response.

“Of course, I agree,” I said in my most authoritative tone. “Please proceed with the plan.”

I muted my phone once more and returned my attention to handsome Hunter. He had my throbbing clit trapped between his puckered lips. He applied the perfect amount of pressure to my overly sensitive bud. I let out a climactic howl, the excitement of nearly getting caught pushing me over the edge.

“Oh fuck! Yes!” I moaned. “Hunter! Oh, Hunter.”

My assistant lapped greedily at my juicy folds. Nectar trickled from my pussy and coated his chin, leaving us both slick and smelling of sex.

I was vaguely aware that the meeting had continued without any added input from me. For once, work wasn’t at the forefront of my mind. All that mattered was me and Hunter. I rested my hand on his head and stroked his silky hair.

“Thank God I hired you,” I sighed, my voice dripping with gratitude.

Hunter looked up at me with his puppy-dog eyes sparkling. He pinned me with a mischievous smile and said, “You think I’m finished?”

He rose to his full height and planted his palms on the desk, caging me in.

“As your assistant, it’s my job to make you look good,” Hunter said.

He turned his head to look in the mirror on the wall beside my desk. I turned as well, and our eyes met in our reflection. He combed his fingers through my hair and tilted my head back. His free hand glided up my torso, tracing a path between my breasts to the base of my neck.

“And I think you look really good bent over this desk,” he added.

Moving at a glacial pace, his fingertips trailed up my neck and briefly cradled my cheek. My skin prickled under his touch, somehow feeling hot and cold at the same time. All the while, his lips hovered over mine, taunting me with the suggestion of a kiss.

Then the tease spun me around and draped me over the desk again. His palms skated along my thighs until he bumped up against my skirt. The garment was already somewhat rumpled from our earlier play. He captured its hem in his fists, raised it over my shapely hips and exposed my ass.

Though Hunter had torn the crotch of my thong, its elastic back string still sat nestled between my ass cheeks. He hooked the strand with his finger and tugged it free. He parted my cheeks and swept his lips over my asshole. As I gasped and groaned, he circled the puckered flesh with his tongue, sending me into a frenzied state. My husband rarely pays any attention to my backdoor, so I’d nearly forgotten how good anal play felt.

Next, Hunter pressed the pad of his thumb hard against my asshole. My opening was wet enough with his spit that he sank inside easily. With little more than a quick wiggle, he was seated comfortably inside me. Then he bent and brushed his lips against my face.

“You don’t mind if I ride bareback, do you?” he asked in a ragged whisper, his warm breath fanning over my cheek.

“Go ahead. Just fuck me, Hunter!” I demanded.

My assistant removed his thumb from my ass, then swiped his silken cockhead over my sex and plunged deep inside my pussy.

“Let’s work out that tension,” he said.

His hand slipped around to cover my mound. Two fingers snuck between my thighs, worrying my clit as his cock pistoned in and out of my pussy. The combined sensation of his fingertips and his reaming rod left me a moaning, quivering mess. I spiraled into another earth-shattering orgasm in record time.

Hunter followed close behind. He pulled out on a groan, and seconds later, hot come splattered my ass. He grabbed some tissues from the box on my desk and hastily mopped up his mess.

The meeting finished the same time we did. I heard the callers wrapping up, so I reached out and slapped the mute button one last time to deliver my final message to the team: “Thank you, everyone, for doing a bang-up job.”

I smiled at Hunter as those last words fell from my lips, making it clear the praise was meant for him.

That night marked the first of many evenings Hunter and I spent together in my office, and Barry was none the wiser.