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That Night with My Boss

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by J. S. Cooper


  "But I'm sure you're not forgettable."

  "Are we talking about me or are we talking about the movie?" I asked softly, my face reddening.

  "Both," he said with a smile. "It's not often I get to flirt with a hot girl at a NASCAR bar."

  "NASCAR?" I looked around and groaned out loud. "This is a country bar, huh? No wonder Mike invited me to meet him here."

  "Yeah," Scott nodded. "I was supposed to meet my brother Chett here for some drinks, but he got stuck at work."

  "Oh, that sucks," I said.

  "Not really." He laughed. "I'd much rather save a hot girl from a creep than have to listen to my brother talking about Gordon and The King."

  "I'm guessing Gordon is Jeff Gordon, but who is The King?"

  "Richard Petty, of course." He laughed. "Do you follow racing?"

  "Not really." I shook my head. "My best friend used to have a crush on Jimmie Johnson, so I know him, but not much else."

  "Good," he laughed. "I don't follow it either. My brother Aiden and my sister, Liv, always joke that my brother Chett must have been adopted because he's the only one that cares anything about the sport."

  "Sounds like you have a big family," I said, wanting to pinch myself for my good luck. How was I so lucky that I’d gone on a crappy Internet date and met this hunk? The same hunk I'd been salivating to Lacey on the phone over a couple of nights before. What would he think if he knew that I already kinda knew who he was? Would he be freaked out? I so wanted to tell him that I'd been hired to surprise him, but knew I couldn’t spoil it.

  "Yeah pretty big, we're all pretty close." He nodded. "But enough about them, tell me more about you, Eliza."

  "What do you want to know?" I asked him softly as I flicked my hair back.

  "What you want to drink?" he said as he leaned towards me. "And what is a good-looking girl like you doing meeting weirdo’s at bars?"

  "I'll have a Malibu Sprite and are you calling yourself a weirdo?" I lowered my voice to sound as seductive as I could and he laughed as he stared at my lips.

  "I can be whatever you want me to be." He leaned closer and I could feel his breath on my lips. “I can be a race car driver, a football player—shit, I can even be a cowboy if you want.”

  “You’ll say ‘yeehaw’ for me?” I teased him as I batted my eyelashes up at him.

  “I’ll say ‘yeehaw’ and ‘giddy up’ and show you how to catch a hog with a piece of string if that’s what you want,” he said as he reached over and wiped something off of the side of my face. I wasn’t sure if there was really something there or if he just wanted a reason to touch me.

  “Quite forward, aren’t you?” My skin was tingling from the feel of his warm fingers and I wondered just how far he was willing to take this flirtation. Not only that, I wondered just how far I was willing to take it. Especially seeing as I knew that come Monday morning, I’d be in his office as his new assistant.

  “When I see someone I like.”

  “Like, or want?” I said breathlessly, not knowing where my bravado was coming from, but feeling quite proud of myself.

  “Would it be rude of me to say both?” His mouth shifted to my ear and he blew in it gently. “Would it be rude of me to tell you that I’d love to take you right here and now, on the bar?”

  I gasped and pulled away from him, my eyes flashing as I gazed at his laughing face.

  “I’m taking that as a yes,” he said as he sat back down and took a swig of his beer. “It doesn’t hurt to ask, does it?”

  “I’m starting to think you’re as bad as Mike.”

  “You mean Bubba?” he asked me with a grin.

  “You’re horrible, but yes.” I laughed.

  “I might be as bad, but at least I come in a nicer package, right?” He winked at me and then looked down at the front of his pants. “If you know what I mean.”

  I wasn’t sure how to answer him. All I could do was stop myself from looking down at his package as well.

  "Have I offended you?" Scott said quickly, making an apologetic face. "I'm sorry if I did. My sister says I can be a bit out of control sometimes."

  "Only sometimes?" I asked him with a small smile, looking into his eyes, but still feeling an urge to look south.

  "Well, she thinks it's only sometimes." He laughed. "But she's one to talk, since she and her best friend, Alice, are super inappropriate."

  "Sounds like me and my best friend, Lacey," I said with a smile, knowing that Lacey was most probably staring at her phone right now, wondering what was happening on my date.

  "Oh, you like to be inappropriate too?"

  "You could say that," I said with a small smile, wondering what I was playing at. I felt like I was playing a game that I shouldn't be playing. It just didn't seem fair that I would meet and be attracted to Scott, just days before I was about to become his fake assistant for a week and give him an office lap dance. I squirmed in my seat as I thought about giving him the lap dance. That wasn't going to be hard at all. In fact, it was going to be a fun experience. The only problem was I didn't know if I'd be able to keep my hands off of Scott until then. Not that that was a problem, of course. At least it wasn't to me.

  Chapter Three

  "Another drink?" Scott asked me with a lazy smile as we sat at the bar talking about movies.

  "No, I should get going," I said, though I didn't really want to go. I was really into Scott, both physically and mentally, and I really just wanted to spend the next few hours talking to him, but I didn't want to look too eager.

  "Aw, do you have to work tomorrow?" he asked as he gazed into my eyes, his right hand on my knee.

  "No," I said softly and I could feel my skin tingling as he ran his hand up my thigh. "No work tomorrow."

  "Oh, that's good." His hand felt warm as it moved farther up my thigh and I was about to slap it away when he lowered it back to my kneecap. "What do you do, by the way?"

  "I'm an actress," I said softly, hoping he didn't ask too many questions. I didn't want to talk about either of our jobs. I didn't want it to get messy.

  "Oh?" He looked surprised.

  "I know this isn't Hollywood, but there are a lot of jobs here," I explained.

  "Well, that's good," he said as he put his arm around my shoulders. "Want to leave this joint and check out my apartment?"

  "To see your etchings?" I asked him lightly and I was surprised when he burst out laughing.

  "Something like that. Too forward again?" His expression looked worried as he stared at me and I did something next that shocked both of us. I leaned forward and lightly pressed my lips against his and kissed him. I wasn't sure what had come over me and was about to pull back when he deepened the kiss and pulled me towards him. I felt his hand at the back of my head running through my hair and tugging it slightly roughly. He groaned against my lips before slipping his tongue inside of my mouth. He tongue tasted like a pecan-flavored pear and I kissed him back eagerly, throwing all caution to the wind. A voice in the back of my head was cheering me on, as my own body couldn't even believe that I was making out with a strange guy in a bar. I moaned slightly as Scott stood up and pulled away from me. I looked up at him with hazy eyes and pouted.

  "Don't pout, beautiful," he said as he grabbed my hands and pulled me off of my stool and into his arms.

  "I'm not beautiful," I mumbled, but the top of my ears were burning in joy as I stood there.

  "And modest too." He grinned and pulled me towards him even more, so that my body was pressed firmly against his. "You sure wore a sexy outfit to a blind date," he said as his hands slid to my ass.

  "What are you doing?" I gasped as he squeezed my butt cheeks.

  "Feeling up on your butt," he said huskily, his eyes burning into mine.

  "Don't you think that's inappropriate?" I said and then gasped even louder as he pushed my butt, so that I was pressed up against his hardness.

  "This is inappropriate," he said as he turned me around so that my back was against the bar. He gra
bbed my legs and lifted me up slightly. "Put your arms around my neck," he whispered into my ear.

  "No," I said, but my arms didn't listen as they curled around his neck and played with his hair.

  "Good girl." He pushed himself into me. "Wrap your legs around my waist."

  "Yeah, right." I laughed and pushed him away. I could feel his heart beating from his chest and he stepped back with a wry smile on his face.

  "Aww. I was hoping this would be my lucky day." He winked at me and then leaned down and gave me another long and lingering kiss. "But maybe it already has been," he said as his fingers played with my hair.

  "You're a flirt." I shook my head and smiled up at him lazily. I felt like I was in some sort of romance movie and I loved it.

  “So are you.” He stroked my hair. “So what do you say? Want to go back to my place?”

  “Hmmm, but I barely know you.”

  “My name is Scott Taylor. I’m single. I think you’re cute,” he said with an impish smile. “I’d like to have my wicked way with you.”

  “I can’t believe you just said that!”

  “What can I say?” He winked. “I’m honest as well.”

  “I don’t know what to say to that.” I bit my lower lip. “I’m not really a one-night-stand kinda girl.”

  “Neither am I.” His eyes glowed. “But then again, I’m not a girl, either.”

  “That’s good.” I laughed, my heart racing as we just stood there staring at each other, waiting to see what the other person was going to do next.

  “You don’t have to come home with me,” he said finally. “I mean, you can also come and we don’t have to have sex.”

  “We’ll just watch movies?”

  “Yeah, or play board games. I have Twister.” He grinned.

  “Naked Twister, right?”

  “I could be persuaded,” he said, his voice husky as his fingers played with mine. “So what do you say, Eliza Doolittle? Are you going to come home with me for a night of debauchery?”

  “I shouldn’t.” I shook my head, my heart pumping rapidly.

  “Do you always do things you should do?”

  “I don’t know you.”

  “You said that already.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. “And you know me a little bit.”

  “I’m not that kind of girl,” I said again, being repetitive in my words and thoughts.

  “I’m that kind of guy.” He grinned and then ran his fingers down the side of my body. “Spend the night with me, Eliza Doolittle. Get to know me. Let me get to know you. You might find that we like each other.”

  “There’s something I should tell you,” I said and took a big breath. “Something you should know—”

  “Unless it’s you telling me you’re married or in a relationship, then there is nothing I need to know.” He shook his head and kissed my lips hard before pulling back. “The only other thing I need to know is if you like it slow or hard.”

  “Oh,” I said, feeling my face going red as I gazed back at him in shock. I didn’t know what else to say. In fact, I remained silent as he dropped some cash on the bar and led me out of the restaurant and to his car. I knew I was being incredibly stupid by going with a strange man, but in that moment I didn’t care. In that moment all I wanted to know was just how fast was fast and just how slow was slow.

  Chapter Four

  I felt like a giddy schoolgirl as I entered Scott’s house. I looked inside eagerly and was surprised to see that it was clean and tidy. In fact, it was in immaculate condition and I wondered at how a guy could be cleaner than me.

  “Welcome to my humble abode,” he said with a grin as he closed the door behind me. “Would you like another drink?”

  “No, thanks,” I said and stared at the photos on the mantelpiece. “Are these your brothers and sisters?”

  “Yes.” He nodded. “That’s the entire clan: Chett, Aiden, and Liz.”

  “Who’s the other girl?” I asked, slightly jealous as I wondered if that was Scott’s girlfriend.

  “That’s my sister’s best friend, Alice. She’s like my sister and may very well be one day.”

  “Oh?”

  “She and my brother have a thing for each other.” He walked over to his big white couch and sat down. “If they ever figure it out, that is.”

  “They don’t know?”

  “My brother is waiting for her to grow up or something before he makes a move.” Scott rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t know how to just go for what he wants.”

  “Unlike you, right?” I grinned and walked over to the couch and sat next to him.

  “I go for what I want.” He nodded and undid his tie. “What’s the point in wasting time?”

  “So what do you want?”

  “A hot blonde in my bed tonight,” he said and started to unbutton his shirt.

  “Does she have to be a natural blonde?” I reached over and undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt. I wanted to text Lacey and tell her how forward I was being. I knew she wouldn’t believe that it was actually me here on this couch.

  “Depends,” he said and he grabbed my fingers and ran them down his hard abs.

  “On what?” I asked breathlessly.

  “Depends on if you’re one or not.”

  “Oh,” I said and scratched my fingernails across his nipples.

  “Oh, you’re Catwoman, huh?” He licked his lips and I felt his fingers rubbing against my stomach as he pulled my halter-top up.

  “Not really,” I said and leaned down and took his nipple in my mouth and sucked it. I heard and felt his intake of breath and grinned. “Ooh,” I said as I felt his hands pulling me onto his lap and sliding up my ass. “What are you doing?”

  “You’re not the only one who can be a tease.” He sucked on my earlobe as his hands pulled my skirt up. I could feel his hands molding my butt cheeks as his fingers slipped inside of my panties. I groaned inwardly as I remembered I was wearing boy shorts as opposed to a sexy thong.

  “No, I’m not,” I said as I reached down and rubbed the front of his pants. He felt thick and hard beneath my fingers and I swallowed hard.

  “Like what you feel?” he said with a grin and it was then that I realized that he was as cocky as he was hot.

  “Perhaps.”

  “Only perhaps?” He raised an eyebrow and jumped up. I watched in amusement as he pulled his pants and boxers down in one fell swoop. I stared at his naked cock and swallowed hard again as it flopped around in front of me. It was magnificent and I was slightly overwhelmed as I stared at it.

  “What do you think now?” he said and grabbed my hand and pulled it towards his manhood. I placed my fingers around it gently and ran my fingers up and down his shaft.

  “It’s not bad,” I said silkily and he laughed as he sat back down next to me.

  “Not bad, huh?”

  “That’s what I said.” My fingers clasped his cock tighter and he groaned as he leaned back against the couch.

  “Lie down,” he said in a commanding voice and pushed me back. “Lie on your back.”

  “Why?” I asked huskily as I lay back.

  “You’ll see,” he said as he stared down at me, completely naked. “Put your hands up,” he said and I did as he told me. He pulled my halter top off and I watched as he bent down and pushed my naked breasts together, his fingers gently rubbing against my nipples. I groaned as I felt him slide his cock between my breasts and the tip of his manhood brushed up against my chin and lips as he moved back and forth. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said and I watched as he grabbed the length of his cock and rubbed the tip of it against my mouth. “Suck me,” he said and I opened my mouth slightly. I sat up a little as he pushed his cock into my mouth. It tasted salty and felt hard as I sucked on it and he groaned loudly as I took him in farther and farther. I couldn’t believe that I was sucking on his hardness already and enjoying it. Everything was going so quickly, but I didn’t care. It felt good and it felt right. Things seemed to go by in
a blur and I felt high on power when he pulled his cock out of my mouth and exploded on my chest, his hot sperm spewing all over my breasts.

  “Come with me,” he said softly as he grabbed my hands and pulled me on some stairs with him. I followed him into his bedroom and he picked me up and threw me down on his bed. I looked up at him and he was grinning down at me as he reached down and pulled my skirt and panties off in one. “Let me see.” He groaned as he leaned down and got onto the bed.

  “See what?” I whispered as my naked body shivered slightly.

  “Let me see if you taste as good as you look.” He winked and then I felt him spreading my legs before burying his face in my pussy.

  “Oh, Scott,” I cried out, not knowing what to say aside from his name as I squirmed on the bed. “Scott!” I screamed as his tongue entered me, sliding in and out of me so delicately and powerfully that it felt better than any dildo I’d ever used. I felt myself close to orgasm, when he suddenly pulled out of me. “Don’t stop,” I moaned and he grinned down at me. I watched him reach out to his night table and heard the ripping of a wrapper. I knew he was putting a condom on. I knew he was about to fuck me. I was about to have sex with a man I barely knew and I didn’t care. My body felt feverish. I felt high on lust and pleasure and all I wanted was to feel him inside of me.

  “Is this what you want?” He grunted as he pulled my legs up over his shoulders and positioned himself at my entrance. “Is this what you want, Elizabeth?” The tip of his cock rubbed against my clit and I squirmed against him. “Tell me what you want,” he growled down at me.

  “You—I want you!” I screamed, unable to take it anymore. And that was when he thrust into me, so hard and steady. His cock slid into me smoothly and seemed to fill me up completely. He moved in and out of me skillfully and I felt so much pleasure that I didn’t know which way was up and which way was down.

  “Come for me, Elizabeth,” he growled as he continued to move in and out of me, his fingers rubbing my clit aggressively as my breasts jiggled. His eyes were intense as he looked down at me and he growled in satisfaction as I climaxed hard and fast on his bed. It was only then that he pushed me back up on the bed and collapsed down on top of me and fucked me harder and faster. I knew then that he’d been waiting on me to come before he would allow himself to release. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slammed into me and I felt like a queen as I felt his body jerking as he came inside of me. I watched as he rolled over, pulled the condom off and lay back next to me, panting.

 

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