"Miss Swan, please come into my office," Mr. McCarty called over the intercom.

I grabbed my file folder from my desk, closed the tabs on my computer, stood up, adjusted my clothes and knocked on Mr. McCarty's door before walking in.

The large, handsome man who was also my boss, sat at his desk, typing on his computer. He wore a suit, his jacket hung up, the sleeves of his light blue dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, the tendons and muscles in his forearms visibly moving and contracting as he typed away.

"Have a seat," he told me without looking up.

I took one of the two seats in front of his desk, making a show of crossing my legs and getting comfortable, not that he noticed because he didn't look up as he finished whatever it was that he was typing away on his computer.

Now Mr. McCarty, also known by Emmett to his family and friends, and some close colleagues, has been my boss for a few years now. I've been his receptionist for one year and then he promoted me to being his personal assistant, which I now have been for two years.

He was the best boss, he payed well, worked well with scheduling me, was very nice and considerate, and not to mention extremely attractive. I've had a crush on him ever since I started working for him and couldn't count how many times I wish he'd fuck me but I figured that would ruin our working relationship and it's not like he ever showed interest in me.

It wasn't until about a week ago that I couldn't take it anymore and decided I would make it my mission to get him to fuck me, my job be damned.

I started wearing skimpier clothing, began making excuses to go into his office, and made sly attempts at tempting him by bending over in my tight skirt or leaning forward to show him my cleavage. Nothing was working so far.

I knew he didn't have a girlfriend and I knew he didn't sleep around. I knew because I was his personal assistant. I had no clue why he wasn't reacting to my advances and questioned to myself if he was gay on almost a daily basis.

"Bella, before we begin with the weekly schedule, I'd like to discuss something with you," Emmett finally turned towards me, giving me his full attention.

Since his eyes were finally on me, I crossed my legs the other way, and then leaned forward, pretending to wait to hear what he had to say. I batted my eyes slyly and toyed with the hem of my skirt. His eyes didn't stray from my own. Dammit.

"I've noticed a change in you this past week. Is there something wrong? Is there something you need to talk about?" he questioned, sympathetically. See? I told you he was nice and considerate.

"Actually there is something I need to talk to you about," I stood up and made my way around his desk and then leaned my butt on his desk, only inches from him. "You see this past week I've made a very important decision. A decision that could ruin a relationship of mine. The thing is, I don't want to ruin that relationship but there's something I really want from that person, something I'm not sure they're interested in."

"Why don't you take what you want from that person? If there really is a relationship, and that person cares and you care back, there should still be a relationship after the thing you need."

He made it sound so easy. I was going to follow his advice though.

"Thank you, Mr. McCarty," I smiled at him. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Good, I'm glad," he smiled back warmly, something flashing in his eyes.

"Emmett, I'd like you to fuck me," I deadpanned.

I was surprised to find he didn't look surprised. In fact, a smug smile graced his face and a wicked glint flashed in his eyes.

"It's about damn time," I thought I heard him mutter. He backed up his chair, still sitting but leaned over to grab me by the waist, pulling me down the desk until I sat in front of him. He started pushing my skirt up, which wasn't very far considering it was already short enough. My skirt sat on my hips, exposing my garter belt and thong. "Hmm, I can already smell you," he hummed. "Are you already wet for me?"

"Yesss," I hissed, gasping when he suddenly tugged my blouse apart, sending buttons flying. He eyed my lacy black bra that matched my thong and garter belt and licked his lips. He fisted my thong in his hand and ripped it off of me, exposing my freshly waxed pussy to him.

He pressed his hand to my stomach, sliding it up my body as he gently pushed me back against the desk. I lay back against the desk, hands at my sides, waiting for the delicious torture to begin. The hand that was pressing against my chest moved back down and then both of his hands were lifting and spreading my legs.

My feet were placed on the arms of his chairs, knees bent at a wide angle, exposing myself completely to him.

His hands rested on my inner thighs and he softly blew against my pussy, causing me to moan. His thumbs spread my lips and then his mouth was on me, sucking, nipping, and licking. I was in pure heaven, moans and groans escaping me. Maybe too loudly.

"Mr. McCarty?" A knock sounded at the door, causing both Emmett and I to freeze.

My ruined shirt lay on the desk, my thong on the floor next to his chair.

"Quick, under the desk," Emmett whispered. He backed up some more, allowing me to slip down off the desk and then get under. I sat on my knees as Emmett came closer, his knees trapping me in. And his tented pants was right in front of me… "Come in," he called.

The door opened, heels clicking to the front of the desk.

Shit! My file still sat in the chair.

"Here are the files you requested," Jessica, Emmett's receptionist, said. "And a Aro Volturi called asking about a meeting. What do you want me to tell him?"

I smirked as an idea suddenly popped into my head. I reached forward, undoing his belt, popping open the button, and pulling down his zipper, doing my best to be as quiet as possible. I reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. His monster cock. The thing was huge and just looking at it made my mouth water.

I leaned forward, first sucking the head into my mouth. Emmett's knees squeezed my sides, in warning, or in pleasure, I wasn't sure but I wasn't about to stop.

"Tell him I'll call him later to set up a meeting," Emmett's voice sounded strained as he responded to her question.

"Alright, I'll let him know. Also your brother called and said, I quote, 'We're going out tonight. You need to get laid,' unquote," Jessica said as I pulled Emmett fully in my mouth, pushing a breath out of my nose in laughter. He wouldn't be needing to go out because he was about to be laid.

"Right," Emmett snorted, a sort of moan added in there. "Thank you Jessica, that's all. Please lock my door on your way out."

"Of course Mr. McCarty," Jessica replied. I hear her heels click, followed by the door locking and closing, my mouth never letting up.

"Fuck Bella," Emmett groaned, his hand coming up to fist the hair at the back of my head. He let me set my own rhythm his hand simply guiding my movements. "God you're such a good little cocksucker."

I moaned around him, sucking harder, and bobbing my head faster as his orgasm grew near. He suddenly rolled away from me, his cock slipping out of my mouth with an audible pop, his cock glistening with my saliva.

"I want to cum in your pussy, not your mouth," he explained, standing up and pushing his pants and boxers down his legs, to his ankles.

I crawled out from under the desk and leaned against it, waiting for him. He came forward, his pants and boxers still around his ankles and spun me around, pressing a hand to my back, and pushing me onto the desk. He nudged my legs apart and rubbed the tip of his cock over my slit.

"Do you want this?" he questioned.

I hummed, pressing back against him, trying to get him to slip inside of me.

"Ah, ah, ah," he warned, pulling his dick away which caused a whine to escape my throat. "I want you to beg for my cock. Tell me how much you want my cock in your tight little cunt."

"Please! Fuck me with your big fat cock!" I begged.

He plunged into my sopping wet pussy with one single thrust, filling me to the hilt with his large cock. I felt so full and already could feel my pussy quiver around his cock.

"Fuck," he grunted. "You're so tight, baby. Your tight little cunt feels so good."

He set a brutal pace, pulling back only to slam back into me, again and again. I cried out, unable to think as his cock did wonderful things to my dripping cunt. His balls began slamming against my clit, a shot of pleasure running through me with every thrust.

"Yes! Yes! Ungg," I moaned loudly as my body quaked along with my orgasm, stars bursting behind my eyelids.

"Shit!" Emmett practically shouted as he spurted into me, filling me with his thick, warm sperm.

He pulled out of me, collapsing back into his desk chair. I stayed collapsed against the desk, attempting to catch my breath. I saw in my peripheral vision as Emmett grabbed a tissue and a second later, he was wiping my still exposed cunt, cleaning me up.

He pulled me onto his lap sideways when he was done.

"So Bella, let's go over our weekly schedule, shall we?" he asked as if nothing happened and I couldn't help but smile, glad this didn't ruin my job.