Filthy Boss: An Office Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  Chapter Twelve

  Silk sheets brushed against my skin. He pulled the fabric tighter around my wrists.

  His lips gently touched the side of my ear. “Tell me you want this.”

  There was no denying what I wanted.

  Hudson had taken me back to the cottage and carried me up to his room. It was even larger and grander than the one I was staying in. There were dark blue satin sheets, covering a California king. A dark leather headboard and matching footboard made it look even larger.

  He laid me down gently on the bed, peppering light kisses down my neck and arm. When he reached my hand, he sucked on my fingers one at a time. I groaned with want.

  I wanted Hudson. I needed him.

  He moved back up to my neck. “I need to tell you something.”

  “Anything.”

  “I relish in control.”

  I wasn’t sure where he was going. But somehow I knew I was going with him.

  He loosened his tie. “Put your arms above your head.”

  I simply nodded, and placed my hands together on the pillow. He wrapped his tie around my wrists, and pulled it tight. He moved down to my capris; I had put them on at the beach after getting out of the water. Hudson had packed an extra set of clothes. He had thought of everything.

  Slowly, he dragged a finger along the top of my pants. He dipped it under the tight fabric occasionally, teasing me.

  “I will have you,” he murmured against my skin. His breath felt hot against my skin.

  “Then take me.” I was willing to be his. I didn’t care how.

  “There are rules. Things you should know.”

  My hands were tied about my head. I knew there had to be some rules. “Tell me.”

  He pushed my tank top up on one side, and allowed his lips to linger on the side of my stomach. “I'm no good for you.”

  “That's not a rule.”

  He looked up at me, and I was drawn into his eyes. “You're right. But it's the truth, and it's something you should know. I don't know how to love someone.”

  “I'm not looking for love.”

  “So, this is enough for you?”

  “If you fulfill my needs, lust will be enough.”

  He smiled at me smugly. He was still in his black suit, but had the top button of his dress shirt undone. He moved his body up, and straddled me. “This isn't just about your needs. You'll be allowed to fulfill yours when I say you can.”

  “I can handle that.”

  He shook his head as the smile continued to play on his lips. “For some reason, I actually believe that you can, Calla.”

  His lips crushed into mine. He bit my lower lip playfully. As his lips moved down my neck and onto my collarbone, I wondered how he would get my tank top off, with my hands tied above my head. That wasn’t a problem for him. I heard the ripping of fabric before I felt the cool air on my body. He had even packed underwear for me. A bright red lace set that was now exposed in the darkness. He pulled down the fabric that covered my right breast, and let his lips settle just above it. He licked my flesh, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body. He smiled at the reaction. He continued to move down my stomach, mumbling as he went. When he reached the top of my capris again, he slowly removed them. He tossed them the side as he took off his jacket, and also threw it to the floor. I rubbed my lips together in anticipation.

  “Don't move.”

  He ran his fingers along my ankle, and up the outside of my leg. He lightly moved them back and forth over the top of my thigh, and danced his pointer finger along my underwear. I shivered with pleasure. His fingers found their way between my legs, and he pulled the fabric aside to rub my mound. I arched my back involuntarily, my body trying to get closer to his. He rubbed harder, only making my want him more. Once again, he straddled me, but kept his hand between my legs, and placed his other hand over my wrists.

  “I said don't move.”

  I nodded. I licked my lips, trying to decide if I was allowed to moan or not. But I could hardly contain the animalistic groan that was growing inside me. He rubbed faster, moving in small circles. I was wet, just the way he wanted me.

  He took his hand away from my body, causing my urges to only grow exponentially. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, taking his time, and watching my hungry eyes take in every inch of him. I wanted to see it all. He had a tank top on underneath the shirt, and he pulled it off using both of his arms, which were sculpted magnificently, just as I had expected them to be. He straddled me, bare chested and exposed. We both were.

  “I won't hurt you.”

  “I know that.”

  He released my wrists. “Take off my belt.”

  I did as I was told, then I unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down his zipper to reveal his hard member.

  “I want to be inside you.”

  I couldn't even speak. But I wanted that too. He got off the bed, and pulled his pants down. He had on a pair of black boxers, which he also removed. He slowly crept back onto the bed, and used his arms to forcibly turn me over so that my ass was up in the air. He kissed the back of my thighs, and up onto the skin just below my underwear. Then I felt the hot sting of a slap. He had spanked me. And I liked it.

  “Again?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He spanked me again, and, this time. he brushed his hand against my pussy after the slap. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

  He put both of his hands on the top of the fabric, and slowly pulled them down, teasing me with every breath against my skin. When he got the underwear down to my feet, I could feel the pressure on the bed as he moved behind me. He put one leg up next to my right leg, and the other down on the bed, as he pushed himself inside me. I flung my head back in ecstasy, and he used his hand to pull my body up against his. He put his hand across my throat, and lifted my head up, so that I was looking at the ceiling.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Yes,” I breathed out. My hair fell down across my shoulder, as he pushed himself in and out of me. I knew that I couldn't last very long.

  “Do you want to come?’

  “Yes.”

  He released me, and then put his hand on my back so that he pushed me down into the pillow. He rammed into me hard, and my moaning became uncontrollable. He pushed one final time before unloading his seed into my wet pussy. I cried out in ecstasy.

  We separated, but only momentarily. He pulled his finger down my spine sending tingles through my body. I felt electrified. He took his hand away and lowered his body so that his lips brushed against my skin.

  “You’re incredible.”

  I sighed.

  “I want to fuck you all night.”

  “Then do it,” I responded.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I could hear the waves crashing in the distance, meeting the shore like old friends. They were intertwined, two pieces of a puzzle the nature put together so long ago. It was so peaceful here, nothing like it was back at home in Boston. Here I didn’t have to worry about money, or school, or even my friends. Here it was just me and Hudson in the beautiful ocean and the sunshine.

  I turned over in bed, expecting to see Hudson sleeping peacefully next to me, but, instead, I was startled to find that his side of the bed was empty. I ran my hand over the satin sheets, and found that they were cold. So he'd been gone for a while. I wrapped the sheet around myself, and got up out of the bed. I shuffled over to the French doors, and opened them so that I could clearly see the ocean. All the windows in his room were already opened, but I just needed to be closer. I needed to feel the salty air my skin. I stood there and waited for him for what felt like hours, but I was sure was only minutes. But he didn’t come. So, finally, I wrapped the sheet around myself tighter, toga-style, walked out into the main hallway, and down the stairs.

  The tile felt cold on my feet as I wandered around the main corridor trying to find the kitchen. For some reason, French food didn't seem to fill me up like American food did. I was starving, eve
n though I had a large dinner last night. I heard the clanging of pots and pans, so I made my way into the East wing of the house, where I found the kitchen. I expected to see some sort of cook or maybe even the Butler making some sort of breakfast for us, but instead, I was shocked to find Hudson shirtless, only in his boxers, with a small sauté pan in his hands making eggs.

  “You can cook?”

  He turned around smiling. “Yes, I can cook. Not much. Actually, eggs may be it, but at least it's something. How did you sleep?”

  There was a table in front of bay windows overlooking the garden that had been set for two. There was another white rose sitting in the middle of the table in a small vase. He laid a quick kiss on my cheek, as he walked past me, and put the eggs onto one of the plates.

  “Fine. You?”

  “For the first time in a long time, I slept soundly. I didn't have a single dream.”

  It was funny, but neither had I. “So, which one is mine?”

  He went back over to the stove. I could tell was expensive because it had a hood like many restaurant kitchens’ did. “Yours is one of the eggs already. Ladies first.”

  I beamed at him before shuffling over to my seat. “Got any ketchup?”

  I looked over my shoulder at him, and he was shaking his head. “You don't ask the chef for ketchup.”

  I laughed. “I guess I'm lucky that you're not a chef, aren't I? Sorry, I'm starving. And it's an old habit.”

  He nodded towards a set of cabinets. “It's in the fridge.”

  I looked at all the cabinets, but I couldn't tell which one was the fridge. It had been camouflaged in to match the rest of the cabinetry too well.

  He passed by me, opened the one on the far right, and voilà! There was ketchup sitting on the door.

  “Just like at home,” I said, as he gave it to me.

  “Home. What is home like?”

  I sat at the table and ate my eggs. “Home is busy. It’s just me and Alexis, but that’s enough to keep things going.”

  “No family?”

  “Oh they’re around, just not at school. I grew up in upstate New York. They still live there. Well my stepmom, dad, and my little brother. Dunno where my real mom is these days.”

  “She’s not around?”

  “She’s nomadic. Never in one place for too long.”

  “Do you take after her in that way? You seem to like to travel.”

  I pushed the remaining eggs around of my plate. “I hope not. I don’t really want to be like her. But I can tell in some ways I am. I’m kind of terrible at being an adult.”

  “Being an adult is overrated sometimes.”

  I couldn’t agree more.

  I finished my plate in silence while Hudson whistled behind me and made himself breakfast. It was suddenly like we were a real couple, like those people you see in the movies. I was totally relaxed here, something I wasn't used to feeling.

  Hudson sat down next to me, and scarfed down quadruple the amount of eggs that I did in about half the time. “So, what would you like to do today?”

  “I don't know. Anything. I’d definitely like to go to the beach again. But I'd also like to see some of the sights in town. Go to a bakery maybe?”

  He nodded. “Well, how about we start the day by walking around town, then grab some lunch, and then go to the beach for the afternoon?”

  “That sounds perfect.”

  I finished the last morsels on my plate, and excused myself to go shower. Part of me wanted him to follow me, but the other part of me wanted just a moment of privacy. When I got out of the shower, in my own bathroom, I found a bright yellow dress packed for me with a matching hat. Whoever chose all my clothes certainly had that 1940s classic style down. But, then I thought that maybe that's what people wore when they went to Europe; it wasn't like I had ever been here before. I took my time getting ready. I wanted every hair to be perfectly in place, and when Hudson knocked on my door, I was surprised to see him looking very casual. It was the first time I had seen him out of his suit, and not naked. He stood there in a white polo and navy shorts, looking relaxed, and for the first time, happy.

  “I love that dress.”

  “I was just thinking how much I like your outfit. You look so calm, nothing like before.”

  He cocked his head to the side. “Really, because I've always found myself to be kind of a shorts man.” He had a smirk on his face that told me otherwise. I shook my head at him. He extended his hand, and I daintily gave him mine, allowing him to lead me down the stairs, and out the front door. I expected us to get into a town car again, but instead, there was a baby blue convertible sitting outside.

  “No way!” I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had never ridden in a convertible before, and to go down the streets of France? It was all too unbelievable.

  “You like it?”

  I shook my head in disbelief. “Like it? I love it! This is going to be amazing.”

  “I hope you don't mind, but I had the butler pack your bathing suit and a few other essentials. I also had the cook put together a picnic basket.” I looked in the back seat, and sure enough, there was a bag packed for me for the beach, and there was the picnic basket with a bottle of wine sticking out of it. It was all part of this fantasy he had built, this couldn’t be my real life.

  I walked over to him, and pulled him by the collar into me. Our lips met, and I was suddenly reminded of all the amazing moments from the night before. His lips touching my collarbone, his hands on my thighs; it had all been so in the moment and fantastic. I considered reliving all of it right there on the cobblestones, but I wanted to see more. I knew that Hudson had more to offer, just by demonstrating this little piece of heaven.

  He opened the door for me, and I sat down, feeling white leather under my fingertips. He drove off down the lane, and over a hill, past the ocean to get into town. I hadn't been able to see any of the views this way before, and it was spectacular. All these little buildings all squished together with signs for bread, pastries, and coffee. We drove slowly to the edge of town, and parked near a small garden overlooking the beach.

  “I figured we'd walk from here.”

  I gave him my hand as he led me out of the car. “Sounds good to me.” I reached in the back to grab my bag, but he got there first. He lifted the picnic basket and bag onto his shoulder, and we started to walk through the town. He tried to keep me on his arm, but I couldn't contain my excitement, pointing out different things and popping into shops when he wasn't paying attention. But he seemed to revel in my excitement. When I would mispronounce something, or not understand what they were saying, he would translate without even thinking about it. He didn't like to watch me struggle; it bothered him. I could tell by the look on his face. Something about him wanted to protect me, constantly. But what it was about me, I still wasn't sure. I still couldn't figure out why he picked me of all the girls in the club. Why was I so special? Nothing about me felt special. But to him, I was.

  We sat on some rocks on the beach with a blanket laid down underneath us. My hair whipped around my face as I reached for a sandwich.

  “What did you make?” I lifted a cloth wrapped snack out of the basket.

  “Chicken salad, but I didn’t make it. It’s safe, I promise.”

  “I love chicken salad.”

  “I know.”

  I was surprised. “How did you know?”

  He laughed. “I did a little research.”

  I took a bite out of the sandwich; it was delicious. “Homemade recipe?” I asked through a full mouth. He smiled again and placed his thumb across my lower lip, wiping the extra Greek yogurt away.

  “Yeah, it was my moms. I mean I'm sure she got it from someone else, but she made it all the time when I was a kid. It was one of my favorites, too.”

  “Your mom? You haven't talked much about your family. Especially not your mother. Why don’t you tell me about her?”

  He sighed. “There's not a lot to say. She was a typical trophy
wife, though she gets along far better with my younger sister than she does with me. My parents were pretty young when they had me; my father was still starting out his career. They didn't have a lot of time for a child.”

  I shook my head. “But they had you. And, so far, you seem to have turned out okay.”

  He reached in the basket, pulled out a bottle of wine, and two glasses. “That's because you don't know me that well yet.”

  I held up the glass as he poured the deep red liquid into it. “What does that mean? If this isn’t who you are, then who are you really?”

  “If I told you that, you wouldn't stay.”

  “You don't get to make that choice. I do. So, tell me. Who do you think you really are?”

  He took a sip from his own glass and then studied me. “Why do you want to know so bad?”

  “I don't like a puzzle. I guess you could call me a little bit of a control freak. I like to know everything about everyone before passing any judgments. But you want me to judge you before I know anything about you. It doesn't really seem fair.”

  He set down his glass. “Fine.” He took a deep breath and looked right into my eyes, daring me to look away. But I wouldn’t cave so easily. “I don't think I have a single friend.”

  “Why's that?” I took another bite of my sandwich, as I thought about all the guys he seemed to pal around with at the club. How could he not consider any one of them a friend of his?

  “I used to have friends. I was the typical party boy when I was at boarding school. But then my father sat me down and told me that if I was going to amount to anything, I needed to become part of the business world, and stop all the fun and games. My friends were too young to understand and kept doing stupid things. Things that were illegal, but they had big fancy lawyers who could get them out of anything. Well, almost anything.” He paused for a moment, and I could feel his history haunting him. “I haven't really met anyone since then that really gets what I'm trying to do in the world.”

  “What are you trying to do?”

  “Make something of myself. Money buys you happiness.”