Author: Lindsay
Category: AU M/L
Rating: ADULT Smut
Disclaimer: The characters of Roswell belong to The WB, Melinda Metz, and UPN.
Summary: Max Evans is a powerful executive. Liz Parker is his sassy secretary. When she is called in to be fired, her vivacious attitude prompts Max to take a different route... leading towards pleasure.
Author’s note: I'm reposting this one from way back when. Um... it's just a one-parter, and pure PWP (porn-without-plot). Hope you guys enjoy!
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“Miss Parker? Come to my office, please,” an ominous voice sounded over the desk speaker.
“Uh oh, Liz,” Maria stated, whistling sympathetically. “Sounds like the Boss Man found out about the you-know-what!”
Liz rolled her eyes. “Or else he just wants to make my life a living hell like every other day,” she mumbled acidly. She slowly stood up, brushing her fingers down her short black skirt as she squared her shoulders, her perky breasts jutting out against her creamy silk blouse.
“Good luck, girl!” the other secretary called as she made her way through the immaculate office towards the massive, intimidating oak door.
The words, MAXWELL P. EVANS, CEO stared back at her as she raised her hand to knock against the solid wood. Before her fist even made contact, a sharp voice resonated through the door.
“Enter, Miss Parker.”
Liz bit back a bitter reply, before turning the brass knob and opening the door. The arousing scent of pure maleness surrounded her, along with the masculine features of the spacious office.
Abstract paintings adorned the gray walls, black leather furniture was placed systematically along the plush carpet. A colossal-sized window replaced one of the walls, revealing their lofty location on the thirtieth floor.
In the far right sat a giant mahogany desk, as daunting and impressive as the man who sat behind it, his back towards her as he talked on a cell phone.
A suit jacket hung over the back of his chair, he was clad in a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to mid-elbow.
His well-tailored slacks pulled taut against his muscled thighs as he crossed his legs on top of the desk.
Short, raven hair tousled against his forehead, probably due to fingers running through it constantly.
“I said I want it finished by Thursday, Michael. Don’t tell me you can’t get that through that mullet-head of yours,” his annoyed voice snapped.
What an asshole, Liz thought to herself, despite the fact that her eyes hungrily roamed over his sleek form.
“I don’t want any excuses, just have the damn thing ready by then!” he bellowed, angrily disconnecting and tossing the phone across the room, where it landed with a plop against the supple leather couch. He sighed and as predicted, ran his long fingers through his silky tresses.
Tired of being ignored, Liz cleared her throat. The desk chair spun around and she swallowed the gasp that always threatened to escape her lips when her boss looked her straight on.
His angular cheekbones led to soft, supple lips. Lips perfect for nibbling on… lips that advertised the pleasure they could provide. His jaw was hard and determined, mirroring the fierce competitiveness that had gotten him to this point in his life. And his eyes… golden and piercing like a lion. They had the ability to practically look through you, she thought with a shiver.
“Miss Parker,” he drawled, clasping his hands together as he regarded her intensely.
Liz forced herself not to respond to his obvious taunting. “You wanted to see me, sir?”
He merely raised a dark eyebrow, lending an even more imposing air to his personality. “I’ve heard some… interesting things about you these last few days.”
“All good I hope, Mr. Evans,” she replied, managing to retain eye contact as his sharp gaze studied her.
He was silent for a moment, then leaned back casually against the huge desk chair. “What’s this about you telling my associate Miss Harding that you were not going to be told what to do by... A slutty gerbil in designer clothes, I believe it was?”
She stiffened. Damn that woman, I should have known she’d run straight to her little lover. “I’m sorry, Mr. Evans. I was under a lot of stress, and that day Miss Harding was being completely out of line.”
Another raised eyebrow. “Oh really? Because it seems to me, the only one out of line was you, Miss Parker. Or is that how we treat our superiors in this office?”
Liz's mouth dropped open indignantly. “Excuse me?”
He stood, his powerful frame silhouetted against the gleaming window. “I do not stutter, Miss Parker. If I am correct, your job here at Evans & Co. consists of a menial desk job. Am I wrong in this assumption?”
“No, sir,” she gritted out, her fingers forming tight fists due to the anger coursing through her petite body.
“So would you care to explain to me why you decided to speak to Miss Harding in such a way that completely disregards your station here?” he continued in a deceptively bland tone.
“She upset me,” Liz finally blurted out. “She was hovering all day, telling me and the other secretaries everything we were doing wrong. We couldn’t get any work done!”
His amber gaze persisted. “I see. So you took it upon yourself to speak out against a woman who owns part of this company?”
Liz raised her own eyebrows defiantly. “I don’t work for her, Mr. Evans. She had no right-“
“No,” he interrupted coolly, his calm voice contradicting the fire in his eyes. “You work for me, and therefore every stupid thing you say or do is a direct reflection on me.”
Liz bit her tongue again, forcing the incensed words back down her throat.
Stay cool, Parker, she thought. You can’t afford to lose this damn job. No matter how much of a prick your boss is.
After a moment of imperturbable consideration, Max turned back towards his desk, loosening his necktie. “Well, Miss Parker. I’m afraid there’s only one thing to be done about this… situation.”
Liz felt a stirring of trepidation at his calm words. “Wha.. what’s that?”
He turned back around, his eyes glittering. “Miss Parker, you’re fired.”
Liz gaped in shock. “What?! You… you can’t be serious!”
“I am very serious,” he replied unfazed. “This rebellious attitude of yours has annoyed me since the day you came to work here. And since Tess has demanded that I punish you, this seems to fit both bills.”
“But… I’m the best secretary you have here!” she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest mutinously.
“You’re not so special we can’t replace you,” he responded. “Now, let’s discuss severance packages.”
“Absolutely not!” Liz cried out. “I haven’t put the past five years of my life into this job to be cast aside like yesterday’s fucking garbage!”
A flash shot through those impenetrable eyes. “Watch that smart mouth of yours, Miss Parker. You are no longer an employee here… I could have you escorted out of this building with a snap of my fingers.”
“Then why don’t you?” she replied icily. She stared up at him boldly, her brown eyes daring him to act.
He raised both eyebrows and licked his lips slowly. “Don’t test me, Liz.”
A slight pang of surprise shot through her at his use of her first name. Never in the entire five years she’d worked at Evans & Co. had her volatile boss referred to her by her first name.
He cocked his head, an unreadable emotion surging through his eyes. “Perhaps I’m going about this all wrong…” he murmured to himself.
“What are you talking about?” she snapped, feeling a bit unsteady at the dramatic change in his demeanor.
“How bad do you want this job, Miss Parker?” he asked, trailing his gaze up and down her body.
Liz’s eyes widened as his gaze lingered on the curves of her breasts. Heat began to unfurl within her as he studied her. “What… why do you ask?”
“I have a proposition for you,” he replied, snapping his gaze back to her face. She took a deep breath at the way his eyes had darkened.
“What kind of proposition?” she whispered, her nipples tightening to sharp peaks against her lacy bra.
“You want to keep your job… and I want to fuck you.”
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Liz’s mouth fell open, her arms dropping to her side as she stared at her boss. “Pardon me?”
He slid his tie off and it fell to the floor with a soft plop. “You’re quite the energetic little firecracker,” he drawled, keeping his heated gaze directly on her face. “I can only imagine what that energy could be used for if it were put to good use.”
Despite the desire streaming through her body due to his words, she held her ground. “And what makes you think I would use it on you?” she demanded breathlessly.
A slow smile crept upon his sensual lips. “Because you want me just as badly as I want you.”
Her mouth dropped again, her cheeks stained red in indignation. “How dare you presume to tell me-“
Her words died as he began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing golden, rippling muscle to her greedy eyes.
The shirt joined the discarded necktie on the floor, and he crossed his arms across his bare chest, causing his impressive pecs to bulge outward.
“Are you quite done, Miss Parker?” he demanded, his hard voice laced with irritation and desire.
Liz threw all caution to the wind as he began teasing the zipper of his slacks downward. “And if I agree to this offer? What happens to me?”
“I’ll make sure you come harder than you ever have before,” he responded silkily.
Well, that’s enough persuasion for me.
“One more thing, I thought you and Tess were together?” she raised an eyebrow, licking her lips.
“And I told you, thinking has never been your strong suit,” he answered. “Now stop talking and do what I tell you.”
The authority booming in his voice sent an unexpected thrill through her.
“Come here,” he crooked a finger. When she didn’t move, his voice rumbled louder. “Now!”
She scampered over to the desk, feeling like a reprimanded schoolchild. When she stood a few feet from him, he merely lifted the corner of his mouth, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.
“Good girl, now take your blouse off,” he ordered, his voice soft and seductive, yet commanding.
Liz fought against a retort, instead opting to let her fingers flutter to the row of tiny buttons decorating her shirt. One by one, she slowly popped them open, watching with pleasure as Max stared at her eagerly. As she reached for the next one, midway through, he placed a hand on hers, stilling her progress.
“That’s enough of that,” he rasped, then he used both hands to rip the garment apart, sending buttons scattering across the room.
“Oh my…” Liz gasped as she felt the air hit her lace-covered chest. Her nipples strained against the fabric as she felt Max’s gaze centering on her pert tips.
He ran both hands down her arms, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. His eyes glittering, he drifted to the front clasp of her bra. Without any formalities, he unhooked the hook and eye, allowing Liz’s full breasts to spill out.
“That’s better,” he growled, licking his lips as his eyes drank in her swollen, flushed flesh.
“God… Max…” she shuddered, jutting her chest out towards his fingers. “Please…”
He roughly lifted her against him, her nipples level with his hot mouth. There was no finesse in him, no patience. His lips closed brusquely over her sweet puckered nubs. He laved, suckled her as she clawed and arched further into him.
“Oh, God!” she exclaimed, tossing her head back with abandon. “Shit, that feels soo good…”
He tore his mouth away from her, nipping her slightly with his teeth, earning a surrogated moan from her.
“Sit,” he commanded, shoving her against the desk, knocking several heavy books to the floor.
A hesitant knock sounded on the door. “Mr. Evans… is everything all right?”
Liz’s eyes opened at the sound of Maria’s meek voice. She glanced at Max who was clenching his jaw.
“Yes, Miss DeLuca. Now leave me the hell alone.”
Liz frowned at his brisk behavior, and opened her mouth to speak. “You know, you don’t always have to be such a dick!”
“Shut up and lie back,” he responded, his eyes snapping back towards her, glittering with need.
Liz swallowed and complied. He was staring at her with a predatory and completely provocative expression. “Now what, sir?” she asked, meaning to sound sarcastic, but it came out breathless.
He stepped between her thighs, running his hands up her legs, disappearing under the hem of her skirt.
She gasped and wriggled when his fingers came into contact with her panties. She let out a long groan as he hooked a finger in either side and began sliding them down deliberately.
“You’re so hot for me,” he stated, licking his lips readily. “So, so hot…”
With that, he yanked her panties down her legs and tossed them over his shoulder, then shoved her skirt up so that her dripping core was exposed to his gaze. She let out a small squeal, turned on by his behavior. God, what’s wrong with me, she wondered, as she began writhing shamelessly on the cool counter.
He parted her legs further, tracing her juicy lips with his thumbs, watching as her glistening dew trickled down her shapely legs.
“Stay just like that,” he warned her, kneeling to the floor. Liz watched with glazed eyes as he brought her calves around his head, burying his face between her legs. Red-hot sensation pulsed through her bloodstream as he fastened his hot mouth around her hooded clitoris.
“Ah fuck!” she gasped, squeezing her legs firmly around him as he held her against the desk, suckling and laving her with absorbed attention. She bucked uncontrollably against his face, moaning with inhibition. He drew back for a split second, and she glanced down to see his chin shiny with her wetness.
“You taste fucking amazing,” he licked his lips and Liz responded with a sultry moan, which transformed into a whimper of need as he suddenly jammed three fingers up her tight passage.
She bowed off the desk, her brown curls nestled against Max’s face as he went back to his task of eating her sopping wet pussy, all the while constantly moving his fingers inside her, stroking her inner walls. Just as she felt her womb tighten in anticipation of her climax, he stood up, withdrawing his fingers as he wiped his lower face.
“What the… what are you doing?” she stared in disbelief, her eyes unseeing with passion.
“Stand up and go to the window,” he replied severely, the only sign that he was struggling to restrain himself was the tightness of his jaw, the cloud of desire in his eyes.
And the enormous bulge of his rock-hard erection wrenching against his slacks.
Liz stared at his huge arousal, her eyes widening in anticipation and apprehension.
No way is that thing going to fit inside me!
A low chuckle sounded and she snapped her gaze up to find Max eyeing her, one brow raised.
“Surely, you’re not surprised,” he intoned, his breath coming in slow, aroused pants. “I told you I wanted you, didn’t I?”
“Uh… yeah,” she stammered, biting her lip at the thought of him ramming inside her. “I was just…”
“Checking out the goods?” he drawled and she felt her face heat up at his palpable comment. “Don’t worry, baby… my cock will fit inside your hot pussy perfectly.”
Liz moaned, his crude words sending a wave of yearning throughout her body, sending her even closer to the edge than she already was.
“Now go to the window,” he repeated, the authoritative inflection back in his husky voice.
She walked over and stared out the glass, seeing nothing but blue sky and smaller buildings below the towering skyscraper.
She felt him come up behind her, and let out a sound of surprise, but he didn’t give her time to recover before bringing her hips back roughly against his own.
Liz moaned as she realized he’d removed his pants. His erection was now nestled against the small of her back.
“Max… anyone can see…” she said, desperately trying to hold onto one ounce of sanity.
“I beg to differ,” he retorted. “We’re thirty-plus floors up.”
At that, he pushed her up against the cool pane, causing her breasts to flatten as she gasped. She stared out and realized that due to her position, it almost felt like she was flying.
“Spread your legs,” he murmured in her ear, and Liz shivered as she wantonly complied.
He split her further, parting her sweet creases of engorged flesh as he fit the bulge of his erection against her slick entrance. They both let out a hiss of pleasure as he teasingly rubbed himself against her pussy, rocking his hips up into hers.
His hands came up to the clip holding her russet locks in place and he deftly released the waterfall of hair from its confines, allowing it to cascade across her bare shoulders.
“Wear your hair down,” he rasped, biting his lip as she arched back against him, sending the tip of his arousal inside her tight walls.
“Why?” she whispered, chewing her own lips as waves of pleasure mounted through her. “You… you aren’t my boss anymore, remember?”
“Oh really?” he replied, snaking his hands up her arms to cover hers against the glass. “So what… you like being in control?”
“Ye… yes…” she cried, not sure whether she was relying to his inquiry or to the fact that his cock had just brushed her swollen clit.
“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” he groaned, before thrusting his taut cock deep within her dripping muscles. Liz screamed in pleasure, pressing herself as hard as she could against the window as he rammed her.
Max moved to grasp her hips from behind, placing his thumbs near her glossy opening and parting her so he could watch his cock disappear inside her, reappearing glistening with her juices.
Liz clamped down on her lower lip so hard she thought she might draw blood as she felt him continue to fuck her, his warm sac slapping against her with each sharp thrust.
Max’s sexy grunts filled the air as slid his thumb towards her nubbin, pressing tight circles against her pleasure point, all the while maintaining his steady pace inside her walls.
Just then, a surprised gasp from Liz’s throat caused Max to look up and his own eyes widened as he glimpsed two people watching them from the building across the street, one floor down.
Instead of slowing or pulling away from her, he simply thrust harder, his mouth wide open with pleasure as he watched the people staring back at them.
“Oh my God!” Liz moaned, leaning her forehead against the window. “Don’t stop, Max… your dick feels so good! Let’s give them a show, baby…”
Her words both surprised him and aroused him more, he bit his lip and grunted, pulling back enough to bend her over at the waist.
He shoved her skirt up past her navel, exposing her inflamed pussy more fully to the voyeurs. Then he shoved his cock back inside her, stifling a shout of approval as her inner walls contracted around him pleasurably.
“Oh yes… yes!” she shrieked, arching her butt up against him as he pounded her. Within seconds, she was cumming, her muscles contracting deliciously around him as she writhed and moaned.
He could feel her juices flowing down her legs, filling the air with a musky-sweet scent that did more to send him over the edge than even the best blowjob in the world had ever achieved.
Mixed with the pressure of her walls around him, he felt his body tense with eagerness as his wad shot out, hot and velvety.
“Oh, fuck, Liz!” his voice broke as he desperately drove into her, milking himself fully of his massive load. “Oh baby…”
They collapsed on the floor, Max still buried inside her as they struggled to find their breath.
“So, do I get my job back?” Liz finally asked, her voice satiated with satisfaction and gratification.
He ran his fingers through her long silky hair, pulling a few strands up to his nose. “Hmm… I don’t think so,” he murmured, smiling slightly at the ire most likely coloring her features that very moment.
She pulled away, turning to face him with blazing cheeks. “What do you mean? I agreed to your damn deal, didn’t I? I let you fuck me raw, with people watching no less! And you have the nerve to tell me that you aren’t going to send me back to the office?!”
“That’s right,” he nodded firmly. When she opened her mouth to respond, he added, “I’m promoting you. I want you to be my personal secretary. Which means you’ll be working out of the office adjoining to this one.”
Her mouth closed and she stared at him. “Huh?”
He pulled her up into his lap, groaning as her wet curls brushed against his semi-erection. “I mean, Miss Parker, that I don’t plan on letting you get away from me so easy. This way you’ll be next door whenever… the urge… strikes.”
She raised a perfect eyebrow. “Is that right, Mr. Evans?”
His answer was simple.
“Oh my God… Max… again?”
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