Dr. Boss

by Ivy Blake

  My dick grew hard as I scribbled on my clipboard. I was glad to wear a coat, which hid it completely. There were so many things I could do to her gorgeous, little body, and I wanted to take my time with her. I would kiss every inch of her and make her scream my name. I would eat her out right before I thrust my cock into her hot pussy, and I would bang her until she couldn’t stand it anymore. I could easily imagine giving her all those mind-blowing orgasms as I fucked her brains out.

  Jesus. I fisted my hand, surprised with the intensity of my desire. She was turning me into a beast with no control. This had never happened to me before. This was the first time ever that I was thinking about some woman when I was with a patient, and I wasn’t sure what to think of it.

  This spelled trouble, that was for sure, but I had no strength in me to stop it. Whether that was a good thing or not, I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to act indifferent in front of her much longer.

  And that alone made my cock even harder.

  4

  Chloe

  I shifted on my chair for the umpteenth time this hour, looking at Bryce through the glass of his office. He was typing something on his computer, his eyebrows drown together, completely unaware of my gaze. A strand of his dark hair fell across his forehead when he titled his head to the side, and I imagined pushing it aside before I ran my fingers through his hair.

  “Calm down, Chloe. You’re too obvious,” I muttered to myself.

  I dragged my eyes back to the computer screen and continued working on the document he was waiting for. My eyes searched for him too often, feeding on his alluring appearance, while my mind kept coming back to the moment two hours ago, when he threw on his white lab coat and rushed out of the office to save a life, becoming my object of admiration then and there.

  I never knew something like that could leave me hot and bothered, but here I was—captivated by the man who was sexy, smart, compassionate, and kind-hearted, saving the lives of so many patients, and what was hotter than that?

  I’d never had a type of man. I always went with the flow, enjoying the moment, so all my exes were pretty diverse when it came to looks and characteristics. But if someone asked me about my favorite type now, that would definitely be Bryce Evander.

  Somehow, all other guys looked pale compared to him. Also, I had never felt this kind of attraction before—the one that helped me forget about the whole world but him, and it didn’t matter that he was my boss.

  I was already in deep.

  I glanced at him as I stretched my arms and found him reclined in his chair with his hands behind his head, his eyes closed. He looked tired, as if the intervention had drained him off, and I conjured up an idea. Checking up my appearance in my compact mirror, I stood up and fixed creases on my skirt before I headed to his office.

  He snapped his eyes open when I entered his office, a seductive smile appearing on his face. “Yes?”

  I told myself to stay calm and collected, but my increased pulse betrayed me. His nearness and scent that spread through the room were more than enough to make me dazzled.

  “You’re tired, and you look like you could eat something. If you want, I can run out and get you some dinner.”

  His smile was gorgeous, making my insides warm. “You’re an angel, Chloe.” An angel. The warmth crept up my face. “I hit the jackpot with you. You’re the first assistant that paid that much attention to my personal needs.”

  I pulled my lower lip between my teeth. “Well, I have to make sure that you have everything you need.”

  He didn’t respond anything immediately, his smile wiped off his face as he lowered his eyes to my breasts for a fleeting moment. I swallowed the lump in my throat, too self-conscious. A hint of lust darkened his eyes, making breathing impossible, and I waited for his next words impatiently...

  “I’ll tell you what, why don’t we stay here and order in? We should make plans for our trip before tomorrow morning, so we can do it now. What do you say?”

  My body grew hotter, and I fought to maintain a neutral expression on my face. We would be all alone in his office for the rest of the evening. All alone... He and I...

  All kinds of scenarios crossed my mind, enticing me to accept right away.

  “Sure. I’d like that.”

  We ordered Chinese food and moved to the couch after it arrived. The rest of the office was already dark and deserted, providing us privacy. I was too aware of his body next to mine on the couch, his knee almost brushing mine whenever he leaned toward the coffee table to take more food from the containers. He acted normally, talking about our trip, but I paid little attention to his words as I tried to calm down my breathing and erratic thoughts.

  The evening had passed quickly, but with each passing hour, the air between us grew more charged.

  “So what do you think?” he asked me suddenly.

  “Huh?”

  I chided myself for the lack of attention and tried to remember what he’d been talking about during the last minute, but I came up short.

  “I asked you about the airline company. Which one do you think we should use?”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. My mind wandered off for a moment.”

  I looked at the choices, having little to no experience with the most of them. I was actually afraid of flying, which was one of the reasons why I rarely went abroad. Whenever I took a flight, I was nervous, experiencing nausea and profuse sweating with no one by my side to comfort me.

  For a second, I toyed with the idea of asking him to change his plan and use a car instead of flying, but I didn’t want to come out as demanding and difficult to work with. After all, this was my job, so I had to grab the bull by the horns and overcome my issue.

  “I think we should use that one.” I pointed at the name on the paper in his lap. “I heard that they are reliable and have a great service.”

  “Okay. So, you’ll call the company and reserve our seats as soon as we’re done here. Look for the early morning flights.”

  “Of course, sir.”

  He wrote something down on the paper, seemingly not noticing his thigh that was now pressed against mine. I bit into my lip, twirling my pen nervously in my hand as I studied a to-do-list in my notebook, telling myself to take even breaths. From the corner of my eye, I noticed him looking at me, and I pretended to study the contents on the paper.

  My skin prickled the more his gaze remained on me, my breathing labored and heavy.

  “How about the restaurants?” he asked me, his eyes still on me.

  Breathe, Chloe. You’re a professional, so start acting like one.

  “What about them?”

  I met his gaze, the evident desire on his face stealing my breath away. His tongue darted out to meet his lower lip, sliding across it sensually, and my nipples puckered.

  “Do you have any specific requirements? I ask to know which places to have you reserve.”

  Did I imagine it, or his voice had become deeper?

  I gripped my pen, forcing my attention away from my pulsating mound. “Umm, everything is okay.” I went over my list, not able to look him in the eyes. “I can reserve any place you want.”

  “Any place?” his question came out as a whisper, his breath caressing my earlobe, and I gasped when I realized how close he was now.

  “Yes.”

  I was gripping my pen too hard, my heart pounding so loud that I was sure he could hear it. Seconds passed, and he still didn’t move, and my body went haywire.

  What was he thinking? What was he going to do next?

  “And how about a hotel?”

  “A-a hotel?” I sounded like a squeaking mouse, staring at one spot in my notebook intently. If I moved even an inch closer to him, his lips would be on my skin, but as much as I wanted it to happen, I didn’t dare to move.

  He leaned away, but his thigh was still pressed against mine, his hand close to my leg. I wanted that hand to touch me. I wanted that hand to do many things to me.

  “Yes, I have a
couple travel cards of course. Choose whichever one you want to book.”

  “Of course.” I giggled, pretending I was unfazed by him, and finally managed to gather enough courage to look at him.

  I was rendered speechless when our gazes connected, our conversation replaced with silence that grew more intense by second. His eyes were devouring me, his sensual mouth soft and inviting.

  “What kind of hotel rooms do you want me to book?”

  At the mention of a hotel room, blood rushed through my veins, my pussy throbbing even faster.

  Breathe. Just breathe.

  “I suggest we share a room.” He looked at my lips, his face taut with desire. “So you can be there for my every need.”

  Oh my. I was breathing even faster now. I was sure that he could ask me anything now and I would say yes.

  “Yes,” I said huskily, seconds away from putting my hands on his broad chest.

  He lowered his head, nearing my lips, and I closed my eyes... “Do you want me, Chloe?”

  Yes! “Yes... I want you.”

  His lips still didn’t make any contact with mine, his warm breath on my skin taunting me. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

  “Yes.”

  I opened my eyes and let a small moan out when I found him watching me intently. “You know, it’s late, and we should wake up early to catch our flight... So, I’ll understand if you want to go now.”

  He was giving me the last opportunity to change my mind, but I didn’t want to. I desired those lips on me more than anything.

  “I don’t want to go. I want to be here, with you,” I said shamelessly, ready for about anything to get him inside of me.

  His forefinger traced my cheekbones on its way to my chin and neck, leaving tingles everywhere it touched.

  “I completely agree.”

  With that, he kissed me, slamming his lips against mine. At the same time, his hands slid down my waist and reached my ass, cupping me before he lifted me up and made me straddle him. Our tongues stroked each other fervently, and heat spread through my stomach, pure lust guiding my lips and hands.

  I ground against him roughly, moaning when the friction of his hard dick against my pussy brought me sweet pleasure, which only spurred me to move faster on him. I wanted more.

  He broke our kiss to leave several wet kisses along my jaw and neck, and I threw my head back to give him better access.

  “You smell amazing, sweetheart,” he muttered into my skin, his hands cupping my breasts. “There are so many things I want to do to you, but I’ll leave them for the next time.”

  He picked me up and took me to his desk. He reached with one hand to his drawer and grabbed a condom, all the while kissing my neck and collarbones. I moved my panties aside as he raised my skirt up, positioning himself in between my legs, and a few seconds later, he was inside of me, moving fast.

  “Bryce! Oh...”

  I grabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me, which send his cock deeper into me. Never breaking our eye contact, he held me in place as he rammed me, the urgency of his thrusts building a powerful orgasm in me.

  “So tight. So wet.”

  I arched my back and moaned, beside myself with pleasure. “I’m going to come, Bryce...”

  “Yeah? Me too.”

  He brought his lips back to mine and kissed the hell out of me, speeding up, and I couldn’t think anymore... Everything tightened in me...

  “Ah!” I screamed, almost there...

  “Yes!” He slammed into me one more time and began ejaculating, which triggered my own release, and everything turned into a bliss.

  5

  Bryce

  I was seriously losing my mind with Chloe. What happened last night was on a constant repeat in my head, and I couldn’t sleep. After a long, wakeful night, I finally gave up sleeping at 4am and decided to take a shower to get energized.

  However, that proved to be a mistake since all I could think about was the way Chloe’s pussy felt.

  Holy shit. She looked so hot during her orgasm that I desperately wanted to see that expression again. Just thinking about her moans and screams turned me hard as rock, not to mention her warm, wet pussy.

  I couldn’t believe how tight she was. I’d never felt the way I did with her, each thrust bringing me too quickly to my orgasm, and when I came, it was hands down one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.

  It was so good that my cock remained hard, but I managed to separate myself from her before I took her again and again on my desk, floor, or any other imaginable or unimaginable surface in my office.

  Tilting my head backward to meet the current of hot water, I grabbed my rigid cock and started stroking it slowly, allowing myself one quick fantasy with Chloe before I dried myself off and got ready for the flight.

  Fuck, the things I was going to do to her... My whole body was anticipating it, and I couldn’t wait to stay alone with her and take my time exploring each inch of her gorgeous body...

  The last night I just couldn’t handle it anymore, giving in to the powerful attraction that was telling me to claim her—to hell with the consequences. And when I finally got closer to her, observing her face that was revealing so much to me, perfectly exposing her inner struggle with her own lust, I reached the point of no return. I decided to have her right there.

  I climaxed with the memory of her convulsing pussy around my cock, shouting her name. If I’d thought the last night sex was going to help me get her out of my system, I’d been seriously wrong.

  Half an hour later, I was fully dressed and on my way to Chloe’s place to pick her up before we headed to the airport. I hummed along with the melody that was playing on the radio, in a good mood despite spending the sleepless night. I couldn’t complain, though, since sex with Chloe was totally worth it.

  She was already waiting for me in front of her building when I arrived.

  “Good morning,” she said with a smile on her face when I approached her to help her with her suitcase. “I hope I didn’t overpack.”

  Barely registering her words, I let my eyes roam over her body, and my dick twitched in my pants. She was wearing a short red coat, tight black jeans, and black boots, which looked amazing on her. I tore my gaze from her to her suitcase with difficulty, noticing the big difference in its size compared to mine.

  “Not at all. I’ve seen women pack a lot more for only a couple of days—my mother being one of them.”

  I leaned in and brushed my lips against her, unable to resist myself. I felt her shudder right before she opened her mouth to allow my tongue entrance, and my body responded right away. I wrapped my arms around her and continued kissing her, deepening our kiss.

  “You taste so sweet,” I told her when I separated from her to take her suitcase, wondering how her pussy tasted like. “Come on. Let’s get rolling.”

  Our trip to the airport seemed much longer than it actually was, since the car was thick with sexual tension, and I could barely keep my thoughts away from the fact that she was too close to me and wanted me as much as I wanted her. We were both hyperaware of our nearness, barely talking as our reason gave way to lust.

  I occupied my mind with the future plans and projects—with anything that could help me stop thinking about a raging hard-on in my pants, which wouldn’t go away until I buried myself deep into her. It didn’t matter anymore that she was my employee. We had crossed that line last night, and I didn’t feel even a particle of remorse. All my reason had gone out of the window, and all that was left was this increasing hunger.

  Soon, I noticed the change in Chloe’s behavior, especially when it was time for us to get on the plane. She became jittery and much more silent than during our car drive, her face ashen.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her when we took our seats. She nodded, not even looking at me as she fidgeted with her fingers. I spotted a few droplets of sweat on her temple. “Are you hot?”

  “No,” she mumbled, her eyes
downcast, and took a deep breath.

  And then it came to me. She was afraid to fly.

  I covered her hand with mine and offered her a smile. “It’s going to be okay, Chloe. I’m here, so I want you to know that you can rely on me for anything you need.”

  She snapped her eyes up to look at me, her cheeks pink. “Am I that obvious?”

  I nodded, chuckling. “Well, you can’t quite hide something like that. Why didn’t you tell me you’re afraid to fly?”

  She glanced away, pink on her cheeks ebbing into dark red. “I didn’t want to bother you. After all, as your assistant I’m supposed to make things easier for you, not make them worse.”

  I couldn’t respond to her right away, shocked at how sweet and innocent she was. She was so cute as she leaned toward me and rested her head against my shoulder, letting me comfort her.

  “Thank you, Bryce. This means a lot to me,” she said barely audibly, and my heart contracted with an unknown emotion, my arm wrapping around her waist to keep her closer to me.

  “Is there any particular reason for your fear?”

  “No. It’s not like something happened to me and now I’m afraid. It’s just that I don’t like heights, and being closed in one big can with no ways of escaping isn’t very comforting.”

  My smile transformed into laughter. “Well, if you put it that way... It does sound a bit scary, but there is nothing you should worry about when I’m here.”

  “Right. Because if we start falling down, you’ll turn into Superman and prevent this plane from crashing.”

  “Exactly. How did you know? I’m even wearing my superhero suit beneath this suit.”

  She breathed deeply and laughed, which put me at ease. She was already looking a bit better.

  As her boss I wasn’t supposed to care or go out of my way to make her feel comfortable and safe, but now that I finally saw a glimpse of real her—the real Chloe behind the strong, self-sufficient woman she presented to the world—I had an urge to treat her as a princess. Instead of letting her take care of all my needs, I wanted to be the one to take care of her needs.