My Calendar Men Boxed Set by Dahlia Rose

shoulders and pulled her to her feet. The tablet fell from her lap onto the plush carpet. She didn’t have time to even protest when his mouth descended and took hers in a blazing kiss. Holy shit, is this really happening! Daye eyes widened and that was her last thought before she succumbed to the expertise of his mouth on hers. She moaned and held on to his broad shoulders as he decimated her senses with his kiss. She opened her mouth willingly to his tongue. He took and tasted, with a low moan that reverberated through his chest. Morgan’s arms left her shoulders and pulled her closer to him, molding her hips against his. She could feel the obvious bulge in his pants.  Unable to resist, she reached down and stroked his hardening cock beneath the rough material of his jeans. Morgan moaned in response before he pulled away.
    Her breathing was harsh as she stared at him. She put her fingers against her mouth that still tingled from his kisses. “Is what’s happening actually happening or am I just at my desk sleeping? Because it felt like you kissed me and I felt a whole lot more.” She shook her head. “Does any of that make sense?”
    “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” Morgan pulled her back into his arms. “From the first time you walked through my door, efficient and knowing your stuff. Every answer was on point but there you stood in a business suit and your hair in pigtails.  I wanted you from then on.”
    “But why wait all these years/”  Daye asked softly.
    “Because as time went by you became my right arm here in the office,” Morgan explained. “While I wanted to lick your skin at the company softball game and when you wore those shorts and showed off those cocoa colored legs, I knew I could never replace you so it was best to keep my feelings secret. But trust me, most nights I go to bed and the image of your face wakes me up with a hard cock. Then something else formed. Feelings. I care for you more than you would know and I want to see where this could go.”
    She laughed. “I still think I’m dreaming.”
    Morgan pulled her close and kissed her hard. “Does this feel like a dream? I’ve always wanted to take you over my knee and spank you. I wanted to feel my hands against that smooth, sexy skin of yours.”
    Daye lifted her gaze and looked at him. “Well, why don’t you?
    She gave in to the want. Daye thought her fantasies were only hers. Who knew he felt the same way all this time? She watched his eyes darken with desire before he crossed the room in a few strides to his chair. Morgan sat and laced his fingers together, a move she had seen him do more than once when dealing with high powered men in the middle of negotiations. He was dominant and powerful.  An excited thrill raced through her body, knowing she would be under his command.
    “Take your clothes off and come to me,” Morgan ordered.
    Excitement made her fingers tremble as she pulled the sweater off. Her pigtails slapped against her back when the sweater came over her head and she threw it to the floor. Daye unhooked the clasp of her bra and her breasts spilled free from the confining garment. His eyes never left hers while she shimmied out of her jeans and panties. She stood gloriously naked in front of him before he beckoned her over with a finger.
    “You are magnificent.” His voice was husky as she stood before him. “I could just fuck you right here but first…”
    “First what?” she whispered.
    He pushed his chair away from the desk and patted his lap. “Time for a spanking. I think you have been a very naughty girl.”
    Daye put her hand on her hip and raised her head a few inches. “How so, Mr. March?”
    “Hmm, where have you been naughty? The attitude for one, the sharp tongue from earlier and a few others things from over the years.” He nodded. “Admit it, you have been very disobedient.”
    “Yes, I have.” Daye felt her pussy moistened and coat the inside of her thighs.
    “Then come get