Undercover Boss: A Dirty Office Romance (Soulmates Series Book 8)

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by Hazel Kelly


  Crushing on Alex was one thing, but l couldn’t let it interfere with my job. Not now. Not when it was the only stable thing I had going for me. I turned my eyes towards the locker room, knowing I couldn’t close up until I got Alex out of the pool.

  Unfortunately, after André called me out, I was more nervous than ever to see Alex so naked. What if he could read me as well as André could? What if he knew the crude things I’d imagined when I saw him dripping wet in the middle of the gym? What if my curiosity about him was written all over my face?

  I rolled my shoulders back and walked towards the locker room with purpose, checking my subtle makeup in the mirror as I passed through to the pool deck. The humid air hit me like a blanket as soon as I opened the door, and I was relieved to see he was swimming laps. After all, he wouldn’t be able to read my expression with his face in the water.

  For a few minutes, I leaned against the turquoise tiled wall and watched his freestyle, admiring the way his powerful arms and back flexed as he moved through the water. He was surprisingly buoyant for someone who should’ve sunk like a rock, and I felt guilty every time I watched his ass pop out on his flip turns.

  For someone who helped kick a perv out earlier, I certainly had some explaining to do.

  Five minutes later, I called his name, but he kept going until I flicked the overhead lights off, making the whole natatorium dark except for the underwater lights, which glowed all the time. When I flipped them back on, he came to a stop at the deep end in front of me and hooked an arm on the deck.

  The sight of him panting made me ache in places I’d forgotten I had. “I didn’t realize you were such a good swimmer.”

  He smiled through his shallow breath and flicked his hair back. “Two years on JV will do that to a person.”

  “I see.”

  “Bullies can only dunk you if they can catch you.”

  “Right.” It was too easy to forget that he’d been picked on as a kid now that he looked like Poseidon.

  “Turn the lights off again and join me,” he said, pushing off the wall and treading in the deep.

  “Not today.”

  “That was the agreement.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “What are you talking about?”

  “You said if I put the Speedo on, you’d join me for a dip.”

  I cocked my head. “You imagined that.”

  “Then make my dreams come true and jump in.”

  “I don’t have a suit.”

  “That excuse is no good today, didn’t you hear?”

  I groaned.

  “Don’t make me beg,” he said. “If you make me beg, you’ll pay for it, I assure you.”

  “Was that a threat?”

  “Don’t make me pretend drown,” he said. “I’ll do it. I’ll sink right to the bottom, and I’ll stay there until you come rescue me.”

  “It’s too late for that. I’ve already seen what a good swimmer you are.”

  “All the more reason to not let me drown. Think of the personal embarrassment.”

  “Dead people have bigger problems than embarrassment.”

  He took a big breath and—

  “Wait!”

  His hands fluttered at his sides, and he lifted an ear in my direction.

  “I really don’t want to get my hair—”

  He dropped under the surface and sank like a stone.

  “Fuck.”

  I shook my head and crossed my arms. Why did he have to be so childish?

  I leaned over the side of the pool.

  He was lying flat on the bottom and no bubbles were coming from his mouth.

  “Of all the pathetic ploys to get mouth to mouth,” I mumbled, smiling at the thought that maybe that’s what he was really after.

  Two minutes later, he still hadn’t surfaced, and my mind began to play tricks on me. I mean, what would my defense be if something really happened? That I stood there and watched him drown? That I didn’t even try to save him?

  I stomped a foot down on the deck like a petulant teenager, enraged that he would insist on playing this silly game when I said I didn’t want to go for swim. In a huff, I flicked the overhead lights off again so I could see to the bottom of the pool better.

  His Y-shaped body looked eerily lifeless.

  “I’m going to kill him,” I said as I pulled my sneakers off. “I’m going to dive down there, bring him up, and kill him myself.”

  The deck was cool on my bare feet as I stared at the clock. What the hell? How long had he been down there? Should I dive in with all my clothes on? It’s not like it was a real emergency, right? He was just playing a cruel trick… right?

  But with every question I asked myself, more time was passing. Too much time.

  My pants had to come off. I couldn’t drive myself home in a towel. Not unless I definitely wanted to die on the way home, ’cause that was the kind of twisted world this was. The shirt, though, was a dime a dozen. I could grab another from the uniform bin in Mary’s office.

  I glanced at the clock and pulled my pants down when I realized it had been nearly five minutes, silently thanking my lucky stars that I hadn’t worn a thong that day.

  Then I aimed my pointed fingertips at his still body and dove straight to the bottom.

  S E V E N T E E N

  - Alex -

  I smiled when I heard the splash, but I didn’t move. Instead, I waited until I felt Gemma’s arms around me, staying limp as she pushed off the bottom of the pool and brought me to the surface.

  The thought crossed my mind that I could pull a Sandlot (which had been one of my favorite movies as a kid) and reveal the fact that I was fine only after she attempted mouth to mouth, but the point was to get her in the damn pool, not piss her off. Unfortunately, by the look on her face when I gasped for breath, I’d clearly managed to do both.

  “Asshole!” she said, swimming towards the stairs.

  “Hey.” I grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

  “Stop it,” she said, kicking me away. “That wasn’t fucking funny.”

  I swam after her as she made her way to the submerged stairs in the corner, noticing out of the corner of my eye that her pants were in a heap on deck beside her shoes.

  She sat down when she reached the stairs, her yellow cotton shirt clinging to her chest.

  “Don’t be mad,” I said, sitting beside her.

  She rubbed the mascara from under her eyes. “Too late.”

  “It makes me feel like you’re disappointed you saved my life.”

  “I didn’t save your life,” she said, pulling her ponytail out and messing her hair with her fingers.

  “No offense,” I said, suddenly conscious of the quiet lapping of the waves we’d made. “But you can’t know that.”

  She glared at me like my flirtation was as unwelcome as it was ill-timed, but her adorable pout only made my Speedo feel even tighter.

  “How did you hold your breath for so long?” she asked. “You must’ve been down there for five minutes.”

  “Took your sweet time coming to rescue me.”

  She scowled. “Seriously.”

  “I took a free diving course a few summers back.”

  “Why on earth would you feel compelled to do that?”

  I shrugged. “I went through an adrenaline junkie phase.”

  She cocked her head.

  “The first time my mom got sick. My head was all over the place.”

  Her expression softened a little.

  “I promise I won’t do anything like that again.”

  “Not good enough,” she said, bringing her knees to her chest and turning sideways on the step.

  “What do I have to do, then?” I asked. “To make it up to you?”

  “Take your Speedo off.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me.”

  “Gemma—”

  “You embarrassed me,” she said. “Seems the least you can do.”

  I was barely keeping my hard-on
quiet as it was. If she so much as glanced at my dick, I’d be too aroused to keep acting casual. “Are you sure?”

  Her eyes told me she wasn’t, but her anger had made her bold.

  “Did I stutter?” she asked. “I think it’s the perfect solution.”

  I scoffed.

  “It’ll give you incentive to keep quiet about this whole thing.”

  I dropped my head back and stared at the high ceiling.

  “Oh come on,” she said. “You’re practically naked anyway. It’s not a big deal.”

  I stood on the bottom step and squared up to her, the water cutting across my hip bones. “I am dying to get out of this thing.”

  “Whenever you’re ready.”

  I stuck my fingers in the top of the suit and bent over as I pulled it down to my ankles. Then I stepped out of it and tossed it on the pool deck.

  When I straightened up, her wide eyes dripped down my body to where the tip of my dick teased the water’s surface, and her cheeks turned a shade of red that told me she was far more embarrassed than I was.

  “Oh god,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”

  I furrowed my brow.

  She looked away and stood up, draping her hands in front of her now transparent underwear. “Apparently it is a big deal.” She glanced at my dick again. “A much bigger deal than I thought anyway.”

  “Gemma—”

  She scurried up the steps onto the deck, and I didn’t know what else to do but chase after her.

  “I don’t know what I was thinking,” she said, bending down to scoop up her clothes. “I’ll leave you to get dressed and—”

  I knocked her clothes from her arms and grabbed the soggy ends of her uniform shirt, keeping my eyes on hers as I pulled her close.

  “Alex, I—”

  “It’s okay.”

  Her eyes fell to my lips, and when my cock swelled against her stomach, her bottom lip quivered with her breath.

  I dropped my forehead against hers. “I want you, too,” I said, sliding my hands over her ass so I could pull her against me and make her see how much I meant it. “All of you.”

  “We can’t,” she said, her lips practically tracing mine.

  I pressed my mouth against hers and twirled her warm tongue around mine until I felt her tension melt away.

  “Not here,” she breathed.

  “Now,” I said, bringing her hand to my dick.

  Her lips fell apart when my cock surged in her hand, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she tightened her grip.

  “I have to have you now.”

  Her shallow breathing only made me harder.

  “In here,” I said, taking her hand and leading her towards the foggy door of the steam room.

  “This is crazy,” she said when the door closed behind her.

  I reached for her shirt and began pulling it up.

  A shy smile bent her lips as she lifted her arms.

  I worked the wet fabric over her head, revealing a bra that had absorbed so much pool water it could barely contain her voluptuous breasts. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, admiring her through the fog as I tossed her shirt on some sweating tiles.

  “This is insane,” she mumbled. “I must be out of my mind.”

  I kissed her again and reached back to unhook her bra, my dick aching with longing as I slid the straps down her arms to free her full breasts.

  She blinked at me and then lowered her gaze, trailing her fingertips down my chest until she reached my hipbones. “I don’t want things to be weird,” she said. “If we do this, I don’t want—”

  “What happens in the sauna stays in the sauna,” I said, pinching her pink nipples until my mouth watered.

  “Is that a thing?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” I said, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “There aren’t words to describe what I’m about to do to you anyway.”

  “What are you about to do?” she asked, her big eyes bouncing between mine.

  “Lie down on that bench and find out.”

  E I G H T E E N

  - Gemma -

  I cast my eyes towards the wide tiled bench to my right.

  “Trust me,” Alex whispered.

  I looked back at his handsome face glistening through the fog.

  “All I want is to make you feel good.”

  My mind was reeling. Between the fact that our naked bodies were shrouded in hot steam and the fact that this was all happening so fast, any attempt I made to cling to reality seemed in vain. But why try so hard? Why not give in to the adventure of it? What was the worst that could happen?

  Alex spread my shirt across the bottom tier of the tiled benches and reached for my hand, pulling me into his lap as he sat down.

  I straddled him, conscious of the ache in my panties, now soaked with more than just pool water as I slid along his thighs, pinning his dick between us.

  He looked up at me sweetly and pushed my hair from my face, as if he were admiring me at a picnic instead of naked in a steam room.

  The burning between my legs intensified when his cock surged against the thin fabric of my underwear, and I leaned into the sensation, letting my head fall back as I imagined what it would be like to have his intimidating girth buried deep inside me.

  His lips found my neck and began sucking at my sweat, vibrating with the subtle moans rumbling up from his throat as he massaged my slippery breasts.

  I wondered what other parts of me he might taste if I let myself go, if I gave myself to this man whose unpredictability had become the fresh air my suffocating life needed so badly.

  His teeth grazed the delicate skin where my pulse felt strongest, and I quivered as his hands slid around to my ass, his fingers squeezing my cheeks so hard I gushed.

  “Alex,” I whispered, closing my eyes to focus on the deliberate way his hands sculpted my curves.

  He cradled my back and laid me down on the warm tiles.

  When I looked up, his body was a Y-shaped silhouette against the light coming through the door, his every glistening muscle more perfect than any I’d ever seen up close.

  He dropped to his knees and kissed me, sliding one hand through the sweat on my stomach until his fingers fell over my slit.

  I moaned in his mouth, wishing he would remove my underwear and touch me there already, but he put pressure on my clit instead, rubbing the fabric in a way that was both a torment and a relief. I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him harder, sucking his tongue deep in my mouth so he would know my hunger as I pressed the small of my back against the tiles, tilting my hips up to invite his fingers to venture further.

  Finally, he slid them under the thin elastic and swept them through my silk, teasing my entrance just enough to feel how wet I was.

  He pulled back from our kiss and brought his fingers to my mouth, laying them on my bottom lip and instructing me with his dark eyes to have a taste.

  I closed my top lip over them and sucked, keeping my eyes on his the whole time.

  “That’s all you get,” he said, pulling them away. “The rest is for me.”

  I swallowed and blinked at him, nervous for what he would do next, and when he stood, I felt my pulse jump with anticipation.

  He reached for my breasts and crushed them together as he straddled me, his thumbs circling my aching nipples as he slid his dick between my sweaty tits.

  I gasped when the thick head of his cock poked out of my cleavage on his first slow thrust and watched him lick his lips as he fucked my tits in slow motion.

  It turned me on to have him mold my body with his large hands like that, to have him rub his cock on me, his firm balls dragging up and down my slippery stomach. Once I relaxed beneath him, I darted my tongue out as a joke, and his jaw hardened, as if the thought of me sucking him was more than he could take.

  When he didn’t come that close again, it made me want to suck him even more. But as I lifted my head to try, he pulled back and released his grip, shifting onto all fours and
crawling backwards until his strong arms were braced over my lower body.

  “Those can’t be comfortable anymore,” he said, sliding my panties down.

  His jaw locked when he exposed me, his eyes on my pussy like I was hiding a juicy steak between my legs.

  I stared over my panting chest as he dragged my panties past my ankles and tossed them to the side, where they disappeared through the mist and splashed on the floor.

  He gripped my ankles and slid his hands up my legs, squeezing my thighs before leaning forward and lowering his face between my legs.

  I tried to grip the tiles beneath my hands, but everything was so slippery I had nothing to hold on to. And then like a burst of steam, I felt his breath on my pussy, and his tongue traced a circle around my sensitive bud.

  Once he’d licked a few laps of my buzzing clit, he picked up the pace, and my breath hitched in my throat as I covered my face, desperate to keep the sensory overload at bay. But it was no use. He coaxed the need from me effortlessly, his tongue splashing against my drenched center as he licked me deeper and deeper.

  The addition of his thick fingers surprised me, but when I jerked, he pinned me down with his free hand, stirring me from within until I was burning up all over. The way he worked me with his mouth and hand was so good—too good—as if he were everywhere all at once. How one man could feel like the best orgy I never had was a mystery, but no matter how much I squirmed with pleasure, he controlled it—controlled me—drip-feeding me the pleasure I was so thirsty for.

  “I’m going to come,” I whimpered, so quietly I didn’t think he heard.

  But he must’ve, because he slurped at me one last time and moved over me like a shadow, his eyes on mine as he fucked me with his fingers.

  My brow furrowed as he brought me to the brink, and as soon as the first wave of pleasure shook me, he pierced my orgasm with his dick, causing me to cry out as my whole body clenched around him.

  On his second thrust, my mouth fell open, but no sound escaped, and my orgasm became so intense I thought I might pass out. But when I closed my eyes, Alex slid a hand under my neck, supporting me as he fucked me deeper and deeper, his plunging thickness forcing me wide open.

 

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