(A/N-Special thanks to Bekki for beta reading this. And special thanks to those who read, review, follow, fav this.)
A month passed for Regina being the new secretary for Robin Locksley, it had been a month where she had learned a lot about her job. One of the most important things she had learned was that she had the hots for her boss. Every time she caught sight of him, something connected inside her stomach, making her joints ache and her breasts tighten. Also making her pubic area yearn for Robin.
She had also half convinced herself that he had intentionally looked at her. He had perfect teeth, sculpted lips, high cheekbones, and he hadn't just smiled at her, he had beamed at her. But surely, it was just her imagination working over drive. Because men like this did not beam at her.
Right now she was going through his mail for him, when she came across a request from an event for charity that requested that Robin be one in their calendar of most wanted bachelors in the city. Regina got up from her desk and went to his office, knocking as she slowly walked in. Robin looked up from his desk and waved her on.
"Come in, Regina," Robin said as he gave her his full attention. Damn, he even had taken off some reading glasses he had, and had them between his teeth barely as he looked at her. What she wouldn't give to give those teeth of his something else to munch on.
Mainly...her!
"I have something, you might be interested in doing," Regina said as she handed him the invitation.
"I'm not sure I love the camera," Robin said.
She had to drag her eyes away from the V of his tanned skin at the base of his neck, where he had loosened his shirt, his jacket was on the back of his chair. She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue before she said, "I think the camera will love you." Regina quickly averted her gaze as his looked up at her.
"Still, it is for a good cause," Robin said as Regina looked back at him, he hadn't shaved this morning, so a slight stubble shadowed his well formed jaw and around his beautiful mouth.
She wondered what it would feel like on her neck, under her lips. Between her thighs... She looked at his hands as he continued to read the letter, they were as lean and strong as the rest of him.
Just then he looked up and smiled at her, and the pulse of desire that ripped through her was so strong that she nearly gasped from the intensity of it.
"I'm going to do it, get with them and set up the time and place for me," Robin said as he handed her the papers back to her, his fingers brushed against hers sending desire shooting throughout her body again. She smiled and turned and walked out of his office.
As she shut the door behind her, she did gasp, as her body temperature went from overheated to overdrive.
"Oh crap," she said.
She wanted him, wanted him with an intensity that she had never experienced before.
Robin, on the other hand was going through similar problems. Because he'd barely been able to keep his hands off her. His first instinct when he'd seen her walk into his office this morning had been to sweep her into his arms and plant an enormous kiss on those red lips of hers. Then he would plant her on his desk, standing between her spread thighs as they were around his hips, easing that skirt of hers up, up, up until he could touch her core. And that mouth of hers, he had almost lost it upon seeing that tip of her tongue come out of her mouth.
It was attraction, and it was also a primitive urge to grab this woman and mark her as his, because he wanted her to be his, as he wanted to be hers.
She'd been wearing another long grey skirt and a blazer, and it had been pretty modest, conservative in cut. It was probably designed to minimize her femininity, but Robin wasn't fooled by it. He'd looked closely enough to see the slender curve of her waist under her blazer, the wave of her hips under her skirt, the slight bounce of her breasts under her silky top.
And the graceful line of her neck, and the delicacy of her wrists, slim and throbbing with warmth under his palm when he had touched her. And her shoes. Her suit had been nondescript, but her shoes had been red, high heeled, and had made her legs go on forever.
He had caught a small glimpse of a lacy bra underneath. He pictured what it would look like on her. Black lace on that porcelain skin. Black satin hugging the curves of her buttocks. That black lace pushing up her sweet breasts, barely covering her nipples.
His blood felt like it all rushed to his crotch and he was sporting a hard on of epic proportions. If he didn't stop thinking of Regina wearing fancy underwear, or worst yet modeling just for him, he was going to have difficulty standing up and going home today.
An hour later he was still plagued with thoughts of Regina in her underwear, laying on his desk waiting for him. But he also remembered he had a huge client coming later that he had to be ready for. He was partially focused while he met with the man who was suing his former employee for breach of contract.
Damn, this was going to be a battle for him, to keep his wits around her and act professional.
When all he wanted to do was fuck her on his desk...nice Locksley, really nice.
A week later he was in a studio, one day after work, having his photo session for Angels for Animals, the fundraiser calendar he had agreed to do. They were raising money for local animal shelters, and Robin being a huge dog lover felt like this was something he wanted to do.
"Mr. Locksley, I want you to give me your most heated look," the photographer said.
Robin tried his best to not think of Regina too much, for fear of how his body would react to those thoughts. He thought he had it under control...
Until...Regina had walked in. His heart rate had sped up, partly with anxiety, but mostly with excitement. His blood pounded through his body and heated his limbs and he was trying his best to keep his erection from becoming too obvious.
Standing here in his three piece suit, modeling for a photographer and he shifted his stance, indiscreetly adjusting the fit of his trousers.
"That's it, that's the look, keep that up," the photographer said.
Robin didn't move or breathe as he watched Regina bend over to pick up a piece of paper. The fantasy he was having as he thought of how it would feel to have Regina's smooth, bare skin against his. How her breasts and hips would feel under his hands, the sounds she would make as he pleasured her. The weight of her legs twined around his as they lay together. A soft sigh in his ear, her mouth, soft as petals touching his skin. Her little hands stroking up his back, digging those nails into his back. He wanted her totally naked, but those red heels of her on. And the wet, tight heat inside her.
He couldn't stop the groan from escaping his mouth.
"Are you alright, Mr. Locksley?" the photographer asked.
Robin had to swallow hard as he finally spoke, "I'm fine, I just need a drink of water."
The photographer nodded as Robin walked over and took a bottle of water, Regina walked over to him. "Are you okay?" She asked.
"I'm fine," Robin answered.
"How is the photoshoot going?" Regina asked.
"It's going good," Robin answered, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see if you needed anything," Regina answered.
"No, once I'm finished with this, I'm heading home," Robin said.
"I want to thank you myself for doing this for the shelter," Regina said.
"I take it you love animals?" Robin asked.
"Oh yes, I love animals, dogs in particular," Regina answered as Robin nodded, "Alright, if you're sure you don't need me then," Regina said.
Yes, he needed her, but not in the way she was thinking. He needed her like he needed air, he needed her like he needed food. He needed her under him, on top of him.
"I'm fine," Robin said as Regina nodded and left the studio.
Two hours later, he was home in his house, he had just finished dinner and was going to take a shower. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the water, letting it heat up. He removed his clothes and placed it in the bin, he then walked into the shower and let the water slide off his body.
He leaned one hand on the tile as his thoughts turned towards one person, Regina. Damn, he was going to have to do something about this obsession he was having about her. If he had to call up one of his former girlfriends for a quickie to release the tension. But, he knew that none of them would be able to satisfy this hunger he was having for Regina.
He knew what he had to do...
He grabbed his already hard cock in his hands and closed his eyes as he pictured Regina, as he imagined kissing her soft belly down to her, more than likely groomed mound where she would open her legs inviting him in to either dine on her sweetness or go all the way in and pound her, while her legs were wrapped around his waist. Gods! His mind was on fire and his cock was raging hard thinking about her.
He thought of her taking him in her mouth, her red lips around the head of him as she sucked him further into her mouth. Her small hands wrapped around him as he started to thrust in and out of her mouth. The slurping sounds so loud it was another turn on for him.
He then thought of her wrapped around his hips, her back against the wall as he pounded into her, her moaning for him to, "Harder, Robin, fuck me harder. I need you so bad."
His hand was now a blur as he wanked his cock faster and faster - the precum making the action smooth and sexy - suddenly his butt thrust forward, his balls tightened and his cock jerked as an almighty orgasm burst forth. Hot creamy cum erupted from his cock as he continued to wank it vigorously, he moaned out her name as he came hard.
As much as he needed this, it was only a temporarily fix. This fantasy he had of Regina was not going to go away. She was his secretary, meaning he was going to be seeing her every day through the week. Thinking of her, dreaming of her. How many times would he end up in this shower like this because of her?
He finished his shower and got ready for bed, he closed his eyes but as soon as he did, his thoughts were again on Regina. Along with another part of his body.
"Great!" Robin said as he became hard again.
"This has got to stop," Robin said as he tried to think of anything to make his erection go away.
Robin had no such luck and knew what he had to do.
His thoughts were that he was glad he was ambidextrous...