Rick POV
When I dismiss Michonne from my office all I can think about is the things I want to do to her, how I want to know every inch of her. Shit, I can't work like this. I'm as hard as a rock and have little miss perfect tits- McQueen, to thank.
I call Carol and I have her send Lori up; I've not been with her in a few months. She will be eager to please and gives one hell of a blow job. I can just close my eyes and imagine its Michonne.
"You needed to see me, sir?" Lori says, knocking on my open door.
"Come in and close the door," I lean on the edge of my desk and motion for her to come to me.
"How can I please you, sir?" she purrs when she approaches, her hand instantly goes to my cock and I let my eyes close.
"Suck my dick, I need a good blow job and you're the best," I tell her without opening my eyes.
She's such a slut, she drops to her knees the second she hears 'suck'. I rest my hands on the edge of the desk and let my head drop back while Lori unzips my pants and pulls my cock out, another second passes and she has me deep in her throat, she's gagging around me.
I thread my hands through her hair and grip her tightly, I start to move her head up and down my shaft, not caring at all when she gags on my length, her eyes are watering and again, I don't give a fuck. I close my eyes again, trying to imagine Michonne's full pouty lips wrapped around me, but I can hear Lori's raspy smoker's voice moaning around my cock and it disgusts me. How this scrawny whore ever caught my eye I will never know.
I push her mouth off of me with enough force for her to fall on her ass and I put my now soft cock away. She actually turned me off, how the fuck does that happen? How does a dick go limp when a chick is sucking on it?
"Get out," I growl. She scrambles to her feet and wipes her eyes and mouth. She doesn't need to be told twice thankfully.
I somehow get through the rest of the day, leaving earlier than normal. I stop dead in my tracks when I see a hot pink 60' Cadillac Coupe Deville convertible. Who the fuck does that belong to? I know I would've seen it before. I know which of my guys own classics and who has newer models. I just stand and stare for a good five minutes, hoping the owner will come out, hell maybe it belongs to a client. I want to get inside; I want to see what's under the hood. Holy-shit, this is a gorgeous car. Just my luck, I see Michonne making her way to the exit, so I take off toward my own classic beauty.
At home, I'm sitting in my favorite recliner when Michonne's face pops into my head. You guessed it, instantly hard. What do I do about it? I get up and grab the lotion, pull my shirt off and sit back in my chair. When my hand wraps around my dick I close my eyes and imagine it's Michonne. I picture she's using both of her pretty hands to grip me tightly and pump me. I can hear her soft moans, and her chest heaving as I get closer and closer to release.
It's when I have a flashback of her nipples tightening under my thumbs that I lose it and cum all over my stomach. It's a sad day when I would rather jack off than get a blow job from an expert.
I take a shower, crawl into bed and spend the rest of the night tossing and turning thinking about Michonne. She fucking pisses me off; I shouldn't want her this bad. And although she tries, she can't deny it either. I know what I'm feeling from her. She wants – no, needs me as much as I need her.
I need to talk to her; I have no idea what I plan to say I just know I need to talk to her. I cannot go on like this… I cannot lose sleep and give up random blow jobs because a feisty, mysterious woman with a beautiful face and body decided to barge in my meeting in the most humorous way and then proceed to burrow her way into my head.
The next morning, I go to her desk and find her logging into her computer while Eugene gives her a list of duties for the day.
"I need to talk to you," I cut Eugene off mid-sentence and really don't give a flying fuck about it.
"I just got here," she offers, not looking up from her computer. Eugene quietly walks away.
"And?" I arch an eyebrow at her, even though she can't see it because she's still peering into her computer.
I lean down so we're eye level. "I said, I need to talk to you, don't make me tell you again," I growl. This sexy little thing is going to make me lose my shit.
"Fine," she locks her computer and slams her purse into her desk drawer. I wait until she stands to walk away, if she knows what's good for her, she'll follow without much more argument.
She does...Good girl.
When we reach the elevator, she turns to me. "What do you want? I've been here five minutes, I haven't seen you, I've not interrupted you so what could you possibly need to talk to me about?"
I ignore her; I refuse to have this conversation where someone can overhear us. We step off of the elevator and she follows behind me as I walk to my office, I'm irritated so I naturally take longer strides than normal.
Michonne practically running behind me doesn't phase me one bit. I ignore the good morning I get from my assistant Carol and unlock my office door, Michonne seething behind me.
Again, I don't give a fuck.
"Sit down," I tell her.
"I'm fine standing thank you," she crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the door.
"Close the door."
She rolls her eyes, but does as I ask; she closes the door and to my surprise locks it without me having to tell her.
I wonder what that's all about.
She comes to stand in the middle of the room, next to the guest chairs. She's staring out the window and still refusing to look at me.
"You have me here, what do you want?"
I don't answer her, I simply stare at her. I can't figure it out, yes, she's fucking hot but I've had hot women like her before. She's feisty, definitely more trouble than she's worth especially since won't be putting out any time soon. I still don't know if I believe that whole no sex in ten years stuff, but with her anything is possible.
I come to stand in front of her, slowly bringing my hands up to cup her face. I need to see her eyes, the fire she has behind them is such a fucking turn on, and I know that fire and desire burn for me...Only me. She can deny it all she wants but I can see the truth in her eyes, those deep dark beautiful eyes that threaten to rip my soul out every time they meet mine.
"Did you do it, Michonne?" I whisper, never taking my eyes off of hers. "Was is my name you called out when you came all over your naughty little fingers last night?" Her doe eyes widen and I'm so fucking relieved at the same time, everything she's putting me through, she feels it too.
"Good."
I can't look away from her even if I wanted to; she has me glued to my spot. My hands begin to wander, one moves to her hair, which she's left down today. The other moves down to her neck, I let my thumb rub over her pulse which is pounding away, her heart is racing just as fast as mine is. Never, ever have I been this drawn to someone, I've never been affected like this by someone. I hate it and love it all at the same time; it makes me feel alive but scares the shit out of me. Michonne McQueen has flipped my world upside down and I don't know if she realizes it.
My whole body stiffens when without warning she stands on tiptoe and crashes her lips to mine, her arms come to rest on my waist. I'm even more shocked when I feel her tongue peek out and lick the seam of my lips prompting me to open to her. I surrender completely. The grip I have on her hair tightens when our tongues touch the first time, holy fuck she tastes just as good as she smells. As our tongues dance together, I let my other hand drift down her body, making sure to rub my thumb over her nipple causing her to moan into my mouth. Her hands are clawing at my back when I reach her lower back and pull her closer letting her feel exactly what she does to me. She tries to pull away, I don't care if it's to breathe or if she's just ready to break the kiss – it's not happening. The hand I have is gripped tightly at the back of her head, making sure she can only move where I guide her. I move my other hand to her ass, gripping and caressing as I pull her to me more tightly.
Fuck...! If kissing her is this good, I can't even imagine how incredible sex with her is.
I start to grind my hard-on into her stomach; she's still moaning and now panting into my mouth, turning me on even more. Her ass feels so good under my hand, so full, round, tight. God, she's fucking amazing. I need to breathe, so does she, so I release her lips and begin to trail wet open-mouthed kisses down her jaw to her neck. I feel her shiver when I lick a line from her neck to her ear.
"Can you feel what you do to me, Michonne?" I ask giving a soft thrust of my hips. "This is what kept me up all night, yearning for your touch… ask me, Michonne. Ask me if it was your name I called out when I brought myself to orgasm?"
She's silent, her breathing labored, eyes closed. The feel of her breath washing over my neck is sending shivers through my body. I still have her head cradled in one hand, stroking the crease of her ass with the other. She's pulled her hands from my back and is holding tightly onto my waist.
"Ask me, Michonne," I groan in her ear, flicking my tongue out to taste the skin of her neck. She gives a soft sigh at the contact, but gently shakes her head ─ well she shakes it as much as she can with the grip, I have on her.
"Let me go, Rick," she pleads. I know I should listen to her because I want more. I don't want to let her go ─ ever.
"I can't."
"Please," she says against my lips when I turn my face to kiss her again. "Please, I can't do this. This isn't who I am."
It is now, she just won't admit it. I reluctantly let her pull away from me and as expected she runs from my office.
What the fuck was that? I've never felt anything so… erotic, and fucking perfect.
Michonne POV
How in the hell did that just happen? I kissed him ─ a lot. I know I started it...my plan, to shut him down, beat him at his own game if you will, but what possessed me to continue? My brain said stop, but my body obviously didn't want to listen to me. Then I had a chance to stop it and I looked into his baby blue eyes and I got so lost, I needed this just as much as he did.
I've had my fair share of kisses, but Rick Grimes's mouth and tongue are the sweetest, most dangerous thing I've ever encountered, his hands holding me to him came in a close second. God his hands, the way he cradled me ─ shit one of his hands covers my whole ass cheek. I shouldn't know that! He's my boss, well my boss's, boss's, boss.
It took everything in me to pull myself away from him at that moment. I was afraid of what I wanted to do next...I wanted to taste more than his lips.
"Is everything okay, Michonne?" Eugene asks when I reach my desk.
"Yeah, he just had a few questions for me, thanks for asking," I smile and unlock my computer so I can check my email.
Low and behold. The newest email I have is from Mr. Rick Grimes, his name followed by a ridiculous number of C's and O's and shit.
From: Rick Grimes
To: Michonne McQueen
Subject: Open at 10
See you then ;)
...
I absolutely will not subject myself to any more alone time with him. I can't if only to salvage my own sanity and my fucking panties.
Now, the real question is, do I reply? Just ignore him? Actually, show up at ten? Hell, I don't know. What I do know is that anyway I go I'll be seeing him at ten. If I decline or ignore him, he'll show up. If I say fuck it and go up to his office, who knows what will happen? Shit, the way I'm going I'll be having sex on his desk by the end of the week.
Damn him, damn Rick Grimes and his massive amounts of sexy, and those eyes, lips, and hands…I hate him.
I decide against going to see him, I'm not his puppet. If he has something to say to me, he can email me or come to me himself. As suspected, just after ten I see a seething Rick stalking to my desk, what do I do you ask? I give him a sly grin; I'm genuinely amused at the irritated look on his face.
"Hello, Mr. Grimes," I smile up at him, resting my arms on my desk.
"I thought I said to be in my office at ten? According to my watch its five minutes after," he leans down so no one overhears him in passing.
"I apologize, Mr. Grimes, but I have a job to do. I'm sure you don't pay me to sit around shooting the breeze with you," I tell him, the smile never leaving my face.
"I pay you, Miss McQueen, to be where I tell you to be when I tell you to be there."
"Mr. Grimes, we're gaining an audience, do you really want to continue this conversation? I'm sure you don't want your adoring masses to hear me shut you down and put you firmly in your place," I lower my voice. "I suggest you let me do my job in peace; embarrassing you will not be an issue for me."
I look back at my computer, ignoring the glacial stare down I'm getting from him. "This isn't over, Miss McQueen," he says and stomps away like a two-year-old.
I really do have a shit load of work to get done, so I was actually telling the truth when I told Rick I wasn't free. I let Eugene know I'm going to take my work into the conference room down the hall so I can have more room to work, I've figured out in my short time here that the room is rarely used. I place all my files on the desk and begin to organize them by file number.
"Ah, she really is busy," I hear Rick's voice and the door to the conference room close. Shit. "At least I know my money isn't being wasted on you."
"Not now, Mr. Grimes, as you can see, I have a lot of work to get done," I say motioning to the piles upon piles of folders laid out on the table all around me.
"I think you can take a break," he smirks, locking the door behind him. Ugh, I hate his sexy fucking voice and what it does to me.
"No, I want to get this done by the time I go home today," I avoid looking at him go back to filing and highlighting.
I hear him move around and I can see him out of my peripheral vision, but I'm still shocked frozen when he grips my shoulders and begins to rub. Of course, I try to shrug him off but he's not having it; he starts to rub-down the front of my shoulders and up my neck, I hate to admit that it feels amazing and I let my head relax forward a little. Suddenly he holds my head in place and brings my head back. If I'm being honest, the way he's holding me is a complete turn-on ─ he knows this. He brings his lips to my ear, licking and sucking on my earlobe.
"Why do you have to be such a naughty girl, Miss McQueen?" he says, just above a whisper. "I don't think you realize your little power trips turn me on just as much as they piss me off."
I can't stop the whimper that escapes my mouth when my lips part and I begin panting a little, Rick decides he wants to taste me further and starts licking and kissing from the spot just behind my ear. My word, he has an amazing tongue, but I'd figured that out already.
"Damn, you taste so amazing, he growls into my ear, one hand still on my neck, the other stroking my chest. "Come here," his hand comes up to grip my chin and turn my head towards him a little more. "I want your mouth."
I gasp when his lips meet mine in a frantic, brutal kiss, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth ─ his sweet, soft tongue. He has a way of tasting every corner of my mouth so thoroughly and so passionately I start to get lost in the kiss. My hands have come up to rest on him, holding his waist again. Hell, I didn't even realize he has me turned toward him; he's standing between my parted legs, holding my face to his making sure I have absolutely no chance to pull away. The hand that was in my hair is stroking down my arm, moving to my side and around my back as he gently pulls me to a standing position. Dear Lord, why am I so submissive to him? His hands and mouth seem to pull all reason from me and I become putty in his very, very capable hands.
Once I'm standing both of his hands manage to land firmly on my ass, again, he's rubbing and caressing my cheeks until they slide down to the backs of my thighs and he lifts me onto the table, our lips only parting for each of us to take a deep, much-needed breath. His hands come around to rest on my upper thigh, his thumbs stroking the insides of my thighs dangerously close to my sex. I say dangerously close because if he moves his hands up anymore, he'll be able to feel how hot and wet he makes me through my slacks. He gradually moves his hands around to my ass and slides me forward so my center is pressed against his very firm erection. It doesn't seem possible, but the kiss intensifies, we're both moaning into each other's mouths. Rick's hands slide up my thighs so he can help me wrap my legs around his waist, I hook my ankles together, resting them on his ass and he starts to kiss down my chin and jaw, pretty much anywhere he can.
"Fuck, girl," he growls into my ear when his hands come up to cup my breasts through my blouse. "It's going to feel so good when I get to suck on these as I slide into you."
I'm lost to him at this moment, I don't protest like I normally would, instead I fucking whimper. We both freeze, Rick's hands gripping my tits. My legs and arms wrapped around him, and we hear the door handle jiggle.
"Goddamnit," he grumbles to himself, his lips are pressed against the crease where my neck and shoulder meet. "Stay…" he commands and reluctantly pulls from me to open the door a little, not letting whoever is there see me, which I'm thankful for.
"Hi sir, I saw you walk in alone and was hoping to have a little more one-on-one time."
I hear Lori from accounting say.
"Hell no," he outright hissed at her, "was me kicking you out of my office earlier not a good enough clue that I want absolutely nothing to do with you?"
"But sir..."
The door shuts and locks again before Rick comes back to me. "Where were we?" he whispers as he cups my face.
"Stop," I say firmly.
"Why?" He had the nerve to look honestly shocked.
"Not after that, I can only imagine what she was doing in your office. I know what you've tried on me, and she's a whole hell of a lot more willing and eager than I am." He needs to know I won't be that girl. "I won't be one of your whores, Rick, I don't want you like that and this little… mishap won't be happening again." I push him back so I can hop down.
I'm walking to the door when I'm stopped. Rick grabs my waist; his hands pull back and rest on my hips as he presses his hard-on into my ass. "You'll be whatever I want you to be… remember that," he licks my neck from the base up to my jaw, kisses my cheek, and releases me so he can leave the room.