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Temptation (Sigtryggr x Reader) Part 2

Summary: When you were hired as the new secretary, you had no idea your boss was the embodiment of a sex god. And by then, it was too late to quit. Can you keep your relationship strictly professional or will the temptation become too much?

Here's the second part for my contribution to @punkrocknpearls trope challenge! I hope you like it!

Warnings: mild sexual content, siblings being the worst, sexual tension

Words: 4500

Catch up with Part 1

Weeks passed into months and before you realized it, the one year anniversary of your employment was just around the corner.

All that time though, neither you nor your dreamboat boss brought up the kiss you shared at the holiday party. It remained unacknowledged yet unforgotten like a painting on a wall that you've passed by too many times to really notice anymore. Instead the both of you seamlessly returned to work like nothing had happened.

Eventually you came to terms with that. Your crush on him had only grown as time passed but you only allowed it to leak out when you were home alone. You valued him too much as a boss and respected him as a person to try and seduce him or whatever it was your raging libido begged for. He was your friend, and you were alright with that. Even if his god-like sex appeal still knocked you to your knees on occassion.

Besides, if he was even remotely interested in you, would he not have said something already? The kiss was the perfect opportunity. This only confirmed to you, he would never see you in a romantic light.

*****

You grabbed the stack of papers faxed over, making sure to straighten them neatly. With a smile to the receptionist situated in the small lobby, you headed back to Sigtryggr's office. The door was open but you still did a brief rap to announce your presence. He had told you long ago it was unnecessary, that if his door was open then you were free to enter. It felt unprofessional for you to just waltz into his office, so you compromised.

Sitting behind his dark wood desk, he looked up from his open laptop. His Thor's hammer necklace dangled over his blue tie, matching the shade of blue of his eyes causing them to pop in a riveting way. The all black suit underneath enhanced his muscular frame and the slightly dangerous aura that clung to his shadow. The man looked like he had just stepped out of a GQ magazine every day, but today in particular, he appeared ready to dominate the world.

He could dominate you any way that he wanted….

Seeing you in the doorway, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. "Come in."

Smiling back, you monkey-stomped any thoughts of him dominating you. That ship had sailed long ago and was clearly never returning to shore. He was your boss and your friend. That was all the 'relationship' you would ever experience with him. So you resigned yourself to admiring what was on the menu but knowing you would never be allowed to order off of it.

"I've got the forms that Uhtred's office faxed over." You stated as you walked over to set the stack on his desk. "I've double checked them but I think it'd be prudent for Wolland to look over the second to last page before you sign them off. He knows the exact numbers needed for the project."

He nodded solemnly, moving the stack of forms beside his laptop. "I'll let Wolland know." Then those vibrant blue eyes met yours again, but with a glimmer of teasing in them. "Any flirtatious notes I should be aware of?"

"That was one time!"

"I do not think I will ever look at Finan the same."

You shook your head, even as a huge grin lit up your face. Uhtred had been in your life for many years as a family friend, and because of that, you had known Finan for just as long. The two for them were a packaged deal, not just in business but in their personal lives. There was a brotherhood that bound the two of them, something you had thought only comparable to friendships in books and movies.

And while you had come to see Uhtred as an adopted uncle….Finan was his flavor of something special. Although there was nothing romantic between you and Finan, it did not stop him from flirting with you. Of course, you fought fire with fire. Your flirtatious banter and teasing had become a running joke for the past several years.

After you were hired by Sigtryggr, somehow Finan learned you were the one to typically go through the faxes sent by Uhtred's office. You still had yet to discover how he learned this information. Thus Finan put it upon himself to sneak in random, flirty messages amongst the many forms. Normally you made a point to go through the forms, confirming you received everything you were expecting, but also slipping out the additional paper with Finan's humorous message.

Unfortunately, one time you were otherwise distracted and did not go through the forms as thoroughly as you typically did. Sigtryggr found it, tucked between some important forms, and consequently, it happened to be one of Finan's more risqué pick up lines.

The memory of Sigtryggr standing beside your desk, with a stoic face, a single eyebrow raised and holding up the form for you to read, would forever be burned into your memory. After the initial mortification, you burst into riotous laughter. Eventually, you explained the situation to your boss, who oddly seemed relieved to hear it was only meant to make each other laugh.

You leaned your hip against the side of his desk. "Also, I did get in touch with Constantin's secretary and he is able to meet in two weeks, either that Wednesday or Friday. But he is demanding to meet in person at the location. He wishes to view the land he would be purchasing as the two of you work out a bargain. At least that's how his assistant described it."

Sigtryggr hummed, running a hand over his chin. "I would expect nothing less from the Scot. He seems a good man. I will personally return the call."

"If you're certain. I thought you were supposed to be leaving early today. Wolland put in the calendar that you had plans?"

"Yes, but it can wait."

"I don't mind–"

But your response was cut off when you heard the receptionist shout from down the hallway, "you can't go back there, sir!"

Before you could even blink, Sigtryggr's hand latched around your wrist and tugged you back behind him in the same fluid motion as he rose from his chair. He stared at the doorway, his solid, immobile frame shielding you from the unknown. At any other time you would have swooned, but the panic dripping like faucet in your blood prevented that. Your free hand gripped his hand, it now sandwiched between both of yours. A childish action bore from fear but he only gripped onto you tighter.

Rushed, stomping footfalls could be heard coming down the short hallway followed by the hasty, almost stumbling clip-clip of the main receptionist's high heels following the invader.

Then a voice echoed in the hallway along with the incoming footsteps. "Siggy! Siggy! Siggyyyyyy!!!"

What tension humming in his body immediately drained, like a plug being pulled. Releasing a deep sigh, his head tipped back to stare up at the ceiling as he mumbled, "oh, for the love of Odin."

"Sigtryggr." You whispered. The concern and slight panic still sloshed around in your chest. Your boss had gone from relaxed to abruptly protective and on edge to now to some kind of resigned languid. The emotional whiplash left you clinging to him and your gaze darting from him to the door and back.

In response, he rubbed his thumb gently over the back of your hand. Of course, your heart chose to skip a beat at the simple action. "It's fine." He murmured reassuringly, yet never let go of you.

Seconds later, a man strutted through the open doorway in a pair of dirty jeans with a t-shirt and a wrinkled suit jacket over the top. With long brown hair and a day or two's worth of stubble on his face, 'disheveled' was the first adjective your mind thought of. Once his eyes locked on Sigtryggr, his whole face brightened and he threw his arms wide, almost knocking over a plaque hanging on the wall. "Siggy!"

The receptionist rounded the corner with a scowl on her face. Her gaze jumped from the intruder to her boss and back, seemingly taking a moment to debate the best course of action. Then making her decision, she placed one of her hands on her hips and opened her mouth, about to unleash upon the unexpected guest, when Sigtryggr spoke up.

"Kristin, I can handle it. Thank you." Sigtryggr soothed the obviously ruffled woman.

"Yes, sir." The woman huffed, side-eyeing the invader. "Let me know if I need to call security to escort him out."

The stranger dramatically blew an air kiss at her before plopping himself into a cushioned chair against a wall, like he owned the place.

The receptionist startled, as if physically struck by the air kiss. After a sharp inhale, she spun on her heel and stormed away, the sound of her heels retreating down the hallway.

Sigtryggr finally released your hand, giving it a brief, reassuring squeeze first. Leaning forward, he placed both hands on the desk as if to ground himself. The silence in the room was stifling and you could not help but fidget awkwardly. Should you leave? Should you stay? Who was this man that sat watching your boss with an amused grin on his face, twirling a pen around his fingers like a rockstar with drumsticks.

After a long moment, your boss tapped his desk with three short raps before lifting his gaze to the man. "Valdi, what are you doing here?"

"I came to get you!" The man exclaimed, his sudden burst of enthusiasm making you jump, especially after the tense, silent moment preceding it. The man leaned forward, placing his hands on his knees, his long hair falling over his shoulders. "You didn't forget already? No, no! You couldn't! Wolland said he put it in your schedule. The Jolly Boys of Eoferwic are going out tonight to celebrate!"

Sigtryggr sighed, running a hand through his hair. "No, I did not forget. I said I would be there at six."

"Andddd….I think that's too long. Haesten is already waiting for us, and we can pick up Wolland on the way! Please, please, brother. You promised!" He clasped his hands together as if in prayer, his eyes wide and beseeching.

"Freyja's tits." Sigtryggr groaned. "Fine."

"Ah, yes! That's why you're my favorite brother!"

"I'm your only brother."

"Still my favorite." He shrugged, his eyes drifting over to you. "And who's this? Is she coming?"

Sigtryggr sighed, tapping the desk again before making the introductions. "Valdi, this is my personal secretary. Y/n, this is my younger brother, Rognvaldr."

So this was the infamous brother you had heard stories of, from both your boss and Wolland. Seeing him now, you understood their grievances and amusement a bit better. "It's a pleasure to meet you." You replied, granting him a small smile.

He beamed back at you. "Oh believe me, the pleasure is mine to meet such a beautiful woman as yourself." He winked but in the next instant, his smile dropped and his eyes widened. His gaze rapidly jumped from you to Sigtryggr and back, an almost manic gleam shining in his eyes. "Y/n! Oh! OH! This is her? The one you talk about all the time?"

…and all your functioning brain power skidded to an abrupt halt.

Huh?

Your brain sluggishly tried to make sense of Rognvaldr's rambling but it felt like mist slipping through your fingers. Slowly, you turned your head, looking to your boss for direction or confirmation. Something to understand what was going on.

Rather you bore witness to Sigtryggr with a hand over his mouth, eyes narrowed at his brother, and mumbling 'fuck' on repeat.

Clearly Rognvaldr was missing a few social cues, or was just unaware of the rising tension in the room. Instead he seemed to get more excited, practically bouncing in his seat as he proceeded to spew his verbal diarrhea of gathered knowledge.

"I still don't understand why you haven't let me meet her before. She's very pretty. Wolland said your first kiss was at the holiday party while Haesten thinks it was earlier than that, but Wolland said with how dazed and giddy you were the rest of the evening, that it was certainly your first kiss with her but Haesten said it wasn't really a kiss since there wasn't tongue. Oh! Now I can tell father I met her first! You know he wants to meet her because you talk about her so much. Have you humped yet? Holy hell, did you do it in here? I know I'm not one for being the most hygienic person but even that is disgusting. Well, you probably know this already but Siggy's bed is massive and soft. He let me crash last week when I was drunk, which I don't do anymore since I'm reformed! But tonight the Jolly Boys are going out so I'll probably….no, definitely get drunk. Will you be at Siggy's place tonight? Oh, the couch folds out! I can sleep there or crash with Wolland. Don't let Haesten take me again, last time he shaved my–"

"ENOUGH!"

Rognvaldr's mouth audibly snapped shut, followed by a sheepish expression on his boyish face.

Hands fisted on the desk and jaw clenched, Sigtryggr glared at his younger brother for several long seconds. The atmosphere in the room was heavy and thick, the same feeling as just before a thunderstorm hits. You bit your bottom lip, eyes focused on your boss and friend, wondering what would happen next. Finally, the storm passed over when he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, dropping his gaze to his desk.

"Siggy, I–"

"Valdi," Sigtryggr interrupted with a sound nothing short of long-suffering, "just….just go."

"But–"

"I will meet you at the pub shortly."

"Good. I'll order your nasty drink for you." Rognvaldr rose, tugging on the sleeves of his wrinkled suit jacket. He took a step towards the door then swiftly turned to face you, still half-hidden behind his brother. "Oh, if you ever get bored of my brother, I'll be more than happy to–"

"Rognvaldr!"

"Alright, alright." The younger brother stepped backwards with his hands raised in surrender, the smug smirk lessened the authenticity of the action. With a bounce in his step, he headed out into the hallway. Not a moment later you could hear the shout of "THE JOLLY BOYS OF EOFERWIC HAVE RETURNED!", immediately followed by the shrill shriek of the receptionist.

A painful silence clouded the office. Neither you nor your boss said anything for several agonizing seconds. From the corner of your eye, you could see him tapping his desk with a fist, his unseeing gaze situated on his desktop. Personally, you were frozen. The carpet under your feet held you firmly in place, refusing to release you from its bonds. Your conflicting thoughts swirled and somersaulted and spontaneously combusted, leaving you whirling in confusion with all that had just happened

Finally, Sigtryggr straightened and turned around to face you fully. "I'm terribly sorry–"

"Do you think our kiss wasn't a real kiss?"

That…that was definitely not what you meant to blurt out, but now your question hung in the air, silently demanding an answer.

Sigtryggr blinked, mouth slightly open as he stared at you.

"I mean," you began sputtering, trying to backtrack and save yourself from your own self-created humiliation, "I know it was quick and all but I…I guess I thought it counted as you know…as a kiss." You finished, your voice dropping to just above a whisper.

At his continued silence, your stomach plummeted to your feet. What had you been thinking to ask that stupid question? What had you hoped it would achieve? It had been months and neither of you had said a word about it. Most likely he had forgotten all about the encounter. Yet even as you internally reprimanded yourself, your mind reminded you of what Rognvaldr had said about how Sigtryggr talked about you…

Without a word, you took a step towards the door, unable to stand the excruciating silence and your own embarrassment.

For the second time that day, his hand latched onto your wrist, this time preventing you from walking away.

"I counted it as a real kiss, as you say."

At his quiet statement, your head jerked up, meeting his intense gaze. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Oh, okay, good….um, glad we got that cleared up."

You figured now the two of you would have a laugh and go back to work, well, you returning to work and him leaving for the pub where he was expected. Your shared kiss had been acknowledged but what more could happen? Honestly, you were surprised he still recalled it.

Then to your utter bewilderment, Sigtryggr tugged you closer.

Moving slowly, he guided you to stand in front of him, yet providing you ample time to pull away. You followed his direction without question, for how could you ever deny the man anything within your power? Your skin tingled under his touch as you attempted to keep your breathing steady, refusing to let him see how easily he affected you.

With a swift lick of his lips, a torturous action for you to witness, he gently, almost hesitantly spoke. "Truthfully….it's all I've been able to think of…."

What little air your lungs contained, dissolved at his statement. Your heart sped up even as your mind crawled to a standstill.

"I have…admired you for a long time now. But that kiss…."

He closed his eyes, taking a shuddering breath, his grip on you tightening fractionally. When he opened them again, your knees weakened and your womb quivered at the naked want and longing in his eyes. Something you had never expected to see directed at you. Under his smoldering gaze, fire licked your nerve endings, making a delicious heat coat your body as it soaked in the borderline desperation in his eyes.

Shifting closer, he backed you against the edge of the desk, his body easily blanketing yours with the shared proximity.

"That kiss burned down every wall I had created to contain my growing admiration for you." With one hand still latched around your wrist, his other hand glided like water over your skin to cup the back of your neck, refusing to let your eyes waver from his for even a moment.

"I promised myself I would never put you in that position, causing you to think I would ever take advantage of you because I am your boss and have power over you. So I have kept silent. But instead of my affections waning, they have only amplified." As if sensing your unbelief, he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss on your knuckles, even as his gaze never released yours from its hold. "You have become someone that I cannot imagine no longer having in my life. In whatever capacity you deem me worthy."

A silence filled in the space between his words. You were utterly dazed staring up at him. At this Adonis who was professing his adoration for you. Something your mind was struggling to comprehend.

"Say something, please." He quietly said, a hint of pleading in his voice.

"I'm debating if I should drop down on my knees for you," you automatically replied without thinking, "damn the potential carpet burn."

His own countenance lit up as he laughed and the sound left you breathless. Could he please stop being perfect for five seconds?

"I admit, your offer is tempting." He leaned forward to whisper into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "But I would never take without giving in kind. And while I like my desk, it is not here where I imagined having your thighs wrapped around my head."

"Sigtryggr." You whimpered.

His mouth descended on yours, and you were certain you had died and gone to heaven. His taste and touch seeped into your blood, an addiction blossoming forth. But instead of feeling like sin, it tasted like the ambrosia of the gods, something mere mortals should never chance or it would burn them. Whatever you had imagined kissing him would be like, no fantasy could ever come to terms with the heightened pleasure and perfection inflicted onto you. As he kissed you, with lips and tongue, you melted against him like ice cream on a hot day. For how could you not burn under his glorious touch? How could you not fully surrender to the lusty pleasure erupting in you because of him?

Finally your mouths unglued, a desperation for air evident. As you panted for breath, his mouth trailed down your neck, never stopping his ministrations. His hands squeezed your thighs locked around his own, while his tongue danced across your skin. For a fleeting moment of awareness, you wondered when you had jumped up on the desk behind you. All you could remember was him backing you against him and then helplessly drowning under the glory of his affections.

"I've waited so long to do this." He breathed out against your skin, in-between kisses and lazy strokes of his tongue.

"Me too. I never thought…ah, never thought you'd be interested in someone like me." You whispered, mind drunk with lust and awe of the sudden turn of events. "I've struggled to not jump your bones ever since the first day we met. I've spent months fantasizing about you."

"Fuck." He groaned, hands tightening on your body. "Do you know what hearing that does to me?"

"I can guess."

With a rumbling chuckle that sent sparks shooting through your body, he drew back, but as soon as a whimper formed on your lips, it dashed away as he pressed his forehead to yours. Your combined ragged breathing blanketed the air between you. His hands loosely held your thighs while his body stood between them, so close and yet not close enough. The fire awakened still burned, waiting to be further flamed into an all-consuming inferno.

"Go on a date with me. Tonight."

You leaned back, just enough to meet his eyes. "Tonight?"

"Yes, I know….I understand it is old-fashioned but I wish for you to understand, for me this is more than just a one-night stand. I wish to know you more than just a lover."

You blinked rapidly, mind whirling at everything that had happened. "I'd like that." And realized you meant it. However much you definitely wanted to get into his pants, because there was NO DOUBT you wanted in his pants. Besides you now had a good idea what the man was packing below the belt and hot damn, your core involuntarily clenched just thinking about it. He had a very good reason to be proud. But with his piercing eyes focused on you, waiting for your response, you realized it was more than just an itch you needed to scratch. Over all the time knowing him, you had grown quite fond of him, even if you thought he would never be interested in you romantically. How wrong you were. Now you found yourself wanting the date and all it implied afterwards.

Then like an unexpected ice cube down the back of your shirt, you squirmed when a new thought hit you. "You're supposed to be meeting your brother and Wolland tonight."

"Yes, but they can wait." When you opened your mouth to argue, he pressed a swift peck to your lips, effectively silencing you. "For how long Wolland has been teasing me about you, he will most likely buy a round for the whole pub if he heard." He finished with a roll of his eyes.

You snickered at the thought. "If you say so….and then, well, after the date?"

A wicked gleam grew in his eyes as a sinful smirk decorated his mouth. "Perhaps I'll take you up on your earlier offer….and we can test out some of your fantasies you alluded to."

Your mouth dried out, even as your heart rate sped up in response. Not from nerves. Oh no. But from a combination of excitement and thrill. The anticipation sent a shockwave through your body and your fingers automatically clutched onto him tighter.

"It might take all night." You whispered coyishly. A sense of accomplishment filled your being as you watched his pupils blow wide at your words. With this newfound power over him, you dragged your thumb down his jawline to trace his bottom lip. "I'd just hate to be exhausted at work tomorrow and not live up to the standard set by my boss."

His hands guided upward, now squeezing your hips deliciously and drawing you closer to his immaculate form."It is a good thing your boss is a generous man. I am certain he would be willing for you to take tomorrow off of work to recover."

"You think so?"

"I am certain of it, since he has no plans for you to stray far from his bed until the only name you can recall is his."

A breathy gasp slipped out at his statement, particularly how the words seemed to roll off his tongue in a dark purr that made your core clench and quiver in want. In this moment you knew without question, if you said 'yes', if you gave in, there was no turning back. For his prowess would obscure any other man's before or after him, like a supernova in comparison to a white dwarf star. More than that, his kind heart and chivalry would ruin you for any future relationships. He was a danger to your libido and heart. Yet your answer rolled off your tongue without a second thought. Never had you been more certain of anything in your entire life.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

He flashed you a crooked smile before he dove in for one more fierce, passionate kiss that left you boneless and whimpering his name. Chest rising and falling rapidly, he stepped back, although his intense gaze never wavered from you. A heated, predatory look saturated in dark promises and divine desire watched you. Silently, he held out his hand, an invitation, a beckoning, a calling to dive into the flames of his supernova. Immediately, you put your hand in his and allowed him to help guide you off his desk, answering his call without hesitation or question.

You followed him out of his office, your hands clasped together and fingers entwined. Later you could worry about the repercussions, about where this would lead, about these feelings you had been harboring for some time and apparently he had been too. If it was love tying the strings around your hearts or something else entirely.

Now all you knew was that you needed him, and he needed you. That these flames building between you both had finally escaped the fireplace and now burned freely. And the both of you were answering its summoning.

However, you did choose to ignore how cliché it was that you fell in love with your boss.

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