Bossed: A Steamy Office Romance

by Kate Gilead

  I’m shaking my head, and laughing ironically. Relief…sweet, minty-fresh relief washes through me like a waterfall, cleaning away all that shitty worry about my… “rival”!

  My “competition”!

  Oh my frigging God! I’m wondering now if I really am some class of an idiot, but at the same time, I’m laughing, giddy.

  “I…don’t even…haha!” I gasp, leaning back to look at him sheepishly. “Listen, if I tell you…no! Never mind! I can’t!” Now I’m laughing at his expression, which is smiling but also getting more and more confused.

  “What, Jennifer? What’s so funny?” Chortling, I push my face into his neck. He tightens his arms around me and speaks into my hair. “What? Come on, you gotta tell me. Angel’s name isn’t that funny.”

  “Wait, wait…first, tell me this, just to make sure: Do you know anyone else named Angel?”

  “What? No. Why? What’s this about?”

  Oh God. I guess I better ‘fess up.

  “Alright, alright. Um…lemme go inside and pack an overnight bag. Then, yes, I’ll come to your hotel room. I’ll tell you what’s so funny on the way.”

  In the house, all is quiet. The door on the spare bedroom is closed, as is the door to my mother’s room. They’re both asleep, or nearly so.

  I tiptoe into my room and pack a few things, quiet as a mouse.

  Back in the truck, he says, “Okay, let’s hear it,” before he even gets the vehicle on the road towards the hotel.

  Smiling nervously, hoping he’ll find it funny, I tell him what I overheard that night at his parents’ place.

  Restlessly, I fiddle with my hands as I relate to him how it anguished me; how I struggled to control myself and understand the situation; and even, the strange way it tipped my emotional scales from feeling overwhelmed to feeling determined to hang on.

  He listens, eyes wide, face somber and grim. Finished, I fall silent, stealing glances at him, awaiting my fate but ready to be defend myself if need be.

  I’m not sure he’s serious, but it’s still a big relief when his eyes crinkle at the corners and a grin curls his lips.

  “Okay, holy shit. I…I don’t even know what to say! You…eavesdropper, you! Listening in like that,” he says, laughing softly. He adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, sits forward, sits back again, then looks at me before looking back at the road. Shaking his head, he chortles, and licks his lips before looking askance at me again.

  I shrug and show him my teeth in a wide, insincere smile. “I didn’t mean to…”

  He holds up a hand. Seeing my discomfort, his smile widens. I can plainly see in his face and hear in his voice that he’s warming up to the potential to tease the living shit out of me about this.

  “Hang on, hang on now,” he says, his delighted mirth growing, “let me get this straight. You….eavesdropped…on my private conversation….”

  “Yes but I didn’t mean to!’ I yell, laughing sheepishly. “I couldn’t help it! I was just outside the bathroom door, and…and…”

  “And you kept listening even though you didn’t have to!” He grabs my hand, brings it to his mouth and kisses it, barely keeping his eyes on the road. “You are such a bad girl. Bad, bad girl, Jenny.”

  “Yes! Yes, dammit. I am.” But I’m smiling for real now, embarrassed but relieved, glancing at him and then glancing away, no idea what to do with myself.

  “I’ll be damned. Ha!” He slaps the steering wheel. “That’s why you were so weird when you left…hah! Jenny, you are…something special, I swear to God.”

  “Thank you?” I say, hopefully.

  “Hah! Yeah, you’re what Angel would call a ‘blast’.” He thinks for a moment, grinning. “That’s right, you were so weird, running out on me on our first date! And, and then, you were weird when I picked you up on the side of the road, too…and when we were at your place with your mom….” He shakes his head, his smile dwindling. “I thought something was up but couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out what.” Now his expression grows serious. “But…if you thought there was another woman…why did you have sex with me at work?”

  I look at the window, for what I don’t know. “Well…that was when…I…I…decided not to just give up and let her have you, basically. I decided that I would fight for you, by…um…”

  “Fucking me in the office?” His twinkling eyes and wicked grin clearly show how very, very much he is enjoying my discomfort.

  “Dammit, Blake. Yes! Well, no, I mean…not exactly. By…just by being with you, because, see….you’re here, and I’m here too. Right? And, and…she’s out West ….which means, I had the chance to make you forget about her…” I stop and rub my nose, just to give myself something to do other than stutter and squirm with embarrassment. “Yeah. You know what? Forget it. It all sounded so much better in my head.” I glance at him guardedly, suddenly super-aware of how stupid the whole thing sounds.

  His handsome face, bathed in the mellow dashboard glow, lights up with mirth as he throws his head back and lets out a peal of sexy, boyish laughter.

  It’s the warmest, most welcome laughter I think I’ve ever heard.

  “Ahhh….Jenny!” He purses his lips, sits up straight, widens his eyes and, in a high, falsetto voice, says: “Yes dear, I decided to fight for you––against my completely imaginary foe––by fucking you in the office.”

  “Hey! I don’t sound like that!” I say, giving his arm a smack.

  “Yes you do,” he laughs, grabbing my hand before I can smack him again. “Jennifer? If that’s not the weirdest thing I’ve ever had a woman say to me…” He keeps shaking his head, his grin about reaching his earlobes now. “I….ahhhh, Jesus!” He laughs and wipes at his eye before sitting up straighter in his seat. “But, I gotta say…that was some awesome office-fucking. I’m sure glad you like me enough to fight my cousin Angel for my love. Wait ’till he hears about this!”

  “Oh no, no no no! You can never, ever tell him! Or anyone!” I turn to face him, so that he can see and hear how serious I am.

  He looks at me with warm affection, and my heart blazes with that quiet song it’s been singing since I walked into Blake’s office and looked into those amazing hazel eyes of his for the first time.

  Now, his eyes are a little too bright; his grin still a little too… curly and self-satisfied for my comfort. “Blake? You have to promise not to tell your cousin. Please! He’ll get the wrong impression! I’ll never live it down!” I make sure he sees and hears how serious I am.

  He glances at me devilishly, another series of delighted chuckles escaping his chest. “Alright, alright. Fair enough, baby.” He pats my leg. “I’ll save that one for down the road, when he knows you better. How’s that?”

  I say nothing, simply purse my lips and gaze back at him.

  “Okay, okay. Look…trust me. When you get to know Angel, you’re going to tell him about this yourself. He’s that kind of guy, Jennifer. You’ll like him, I promise.” I open my mouth to protest. “But…but…until then, my lips are sealed. Okay?” He laughs and slaps the steering wheel again. “Ahhh, Jenny girl!”

  “Oh, thank God,” I breathe, slumping a little. “Well, thank you, too. I guess!”

  “Ahhhh, shit. I can’t wait to get you into that hotel room.”

  Twenty minutes later.

  Blake, holding my hand, leads me down the hotel corridor and uses the key-card on the door. It opens onto a neatly-made-up room with two double beds and a door leading to the connecting suite. Wordlessly, he makes sure both doors are locked and then turns to me.

  Putting both hands on my waist, he leans down towards me, clear hazel eyes blazing with fire.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Blake

  When I look at this beautiful girl who stands before me, all extraneous thoughts slip away.

  She’s so funny and dear. She amazes me, entertains me, melts me and makes me hard, sometimes, all at once.

  And right now, all I can think about is watching her mouth f
all open as I make her lips quiver and moan in pleasure.

  I want to bury my face in her fragrant pussy, plunge my tongue into her pink depths and lick every drop of delicious juice her pussy creams…for me.

  My cock is hard, pushing against the inside of my jeans, straining in painful anticipation.

  Looking into those liquid blue eyes of hers, I wanna make them roll back in ecstasy, making her moan and shudder and cry out my name.

  She’s so sweet and vulnerable. Angel! Hah! She thought Angel was another woman. Man! This stunning, gorgeous, luscious, rare girl thought I was keeping her as an option only. A plaything.

  Her! An option!

  I can hardly believe she’s so guileless…so naïve…about her own worth; her own desirability.

  Could she really be so clueless as to how I feel about her?

  Or…maybe she’s starting to understand. Right now. Tonight.

  Maybe that’s why the silence between us right now feels so comfortable, yet so heavy with meaning.

  So full, and alive with unspoken emotion.

  Maybe she can feel it, too.

  I think so. I hope so. I’m not good with words, so I gotta make her understand me with my hands, my lips and tongue, my body, my heart.

  Her hands go to my face and holds it between them as she kisses me, as she devours my lips like a wild woman.

  Fuck yeah! My cock’s so hard it feels like it’s about to burst through my pants.

  A moan escapes me, but words…? No words come out.

  What I feel right now is too deep, too profound, too… sacred to express in words.

  Even if I had the words to tell her, I don’t know if I could…I don’t know if I’d dare.

  I don’t know if I can make myself so vulnerable to her…yet.

  Yet.

  I want to but…well, it takes a lot for a man to let his guard down to a woman.

  And I don’t know if women truly understand how vulnerable we men are to them…how vulnerable, how fragile, how badly and permanently broken we can be, if we give our hearts to the wrong woman.

  How long it can take for a man’s heart to mend. If it ever really does.

  Because the truth is, I have not given a single thought to another woman since the day I met her.

  Since that day, it’s always been her. Jennifer.

  Just Jennifer.

  Jennifer Jane Gordon.

  She’s the one.

  She’s the one who brings out a bone-deep desire, no, need…need to be with her, to protect and provide for her, and to keep her by my side, safe and loved, until the day my spirit must pass from my body.

  I know she’s the one because she’s all I think about. She’s all I dream about.

  A future without her is not worth contemplating.

  I know because I’ve tried…tried to imagine it. And it fucking hurts. It sucks! The future without Jenny is like an empty, dusty hell. Nope. No way. A future without her is no future at all.

  Because…she’s the one. Finally, after all these years.

  I found her.

  For so many reasons, I know it. My heart knows. My soul knows. Not least, my body knows. Because the loveliness of her self, her being, her voice, her laugh, her hair, her body, her mouth, entices my manhood like no other woman I have ever met.

  Right now, I can’t wait to push my aching cock into her irresistible depths, be swallowed in her tight heat, and pound her, hammer her, fuck her like an animal until tears of ecstasy flow from her eyes and she promises to be mine, forever.

  Mine, to have and to hold. To love, to put my seed into and bear fruit with, however many children she wants.

  I hope it’s a lot.

  I need to claim her. Forever.

  Mine.

  I push her towards the bed and kiss those plump, ripe lips of hers back. She tastes like berries of some kind, with a faint under taste of booze. She’s not drunk, so she didn’t have much. But whatever she drank, it sure tastes good on her lips.

  I kiss her again. Mmmm. Wait…. is that…cherries? Yeah, cherries.

  Fucking delicious! Now, her hand is grasping my hardness and ah, god…now she’s pressing her palm against it, rubbing it firmly through my pants…sending waves of pleasure through me.

  One of my hands searches for that heavenly place between her legs, and when I find it, and cup it, it’s warm and welcoming. I squeeze and rub it, pushing the length of one finger hard against the place where I know her pleasure center is hiding.

  She moans, and writhes against my hand, making my cock jump.

  Gently, I push her backwards, aiming towards the bed, but she resists. She holds me away from herself and falls to her knees before me, looking up at me with shining eyes.

  Ahh, Jesus!

  Smiling softly, eyes intent, she licks her lips as her fingers fumble with my fly.

  Fuck! Does she have any idea what it does to a man, to have a beautiful woman kneel before him like this?

  If I’m not careful, I’m gonna blow as soon as she touches me.

  I close my eyes and stroke her hair as she pushes my pants down first, then my boxers. My dick springs free, hard, straining upwards, the tip wet with precum.

  Her hand grasps my shaft firmly and squeezes, bringing an involuntary moan from my throat. My eyes close as she strokes me, stopping short of that most sensitive ridge just where my glans starts.

  “Mmmm,” she whispers, and I open my eyes just in time to see the tip of her tongue peek out from between her lips and touch the very tip of my dick.

  Ahhh, fuck yeah!

  Now, she squirms that naughty tongue between the tiny folds of my urethra, sparking off shocks of pleasure that race down my rod and make my balls tremble. The hand she’s using to grip my shaft strokes restlessly, up and then down, up and then down, and then…on the downstroke…she envelopes the head of my cock with those ruby, cherry-tasting lips, sucking hard, tongue swirling.

  “Hhhnnnngg,” comes from the depth of my lungs in a burst of air as my lips pull back from my teeth. My heart races as I struggle not to blast my load straight down her throat.

  She pulls back, edging her teeth over my ridge, her tongue flicking and licking, making my balls contract and my cock swell, hardening even more in her mouth.

  My hips pump helplessly, and she opens wide and takes my cock halfway down her throat, moaning so temptingly, her glorious eyes looking up in supplication, her hair so silky under my hands, her breasts and belly warm and firm against my thighs and knees.

  Jesus fucking Christ I’m gonna blow her head off with my load…God damn! It feels so fucking good!

  I gotta hold off though..gotta hold off so I can fuck her, worship her pussy with my cock like she deserves to be worshipped.

  I put my hands on either side of her head and try to ease her away.

  But one of her hands goes to my ass, leveraging herself so she can push her hot, tight mouth further down my cock, while the other hand maintains its grip on the base of my shaft. Her mouth and throat enclose my glans and the top of my rod in ecstatic sensation, while her hand strokes upwards in tandem, building intense and inescapable pleasure.

  My cock surges and my balls press themselves firmly against the bottom of my shaft, my orgasm close, so close, I know I can’t hold off any longer.

  Quickly, insistently, I withdraw myself from her tantalizing attentions and pull her to her feet. My cock jumps as she lets go of it, a string of precum breaking off and dangling from her mouth as she stands. Her tongue slips out and licks it up, so hot and dirty that it makes my cock spasm again.

  “Goddamn! You are so fucking hot,” I mutter, and now, I’m pulling her yoga pants down with a hungry growl, followed by her panties. She’s pulling her shirt over her head at the same time, and somehow her panties tangle in her long legs as she tries to step out of them. She topples backwards onto the bed, laughing, and flashing her glistening folds, pretty in pink and begging to be fucked.

  Her top and bra come all the way of
f, letting her bountiful tits bounce free. Smiling, she grabs them with both hands and lifts one to her mouth, letting that naughty pink tongue slip out to reach for her own nipple. Her boobs are so lush and large that she can almost reach it.

  But it’s the thought that counts, and the thought that she’s doing this for me, being dirty for me, to please me, this beautiful, gorgeous, demure-in-public but dirty-for-me girl…the thought and knowledge that it’s all for me makes me crazy with lust, crazy to get at that tight slippery pussy of hers, that hot, secret place that gives us both so much pleasure and joy.

  I lower myself face-first, intending to tongue-fuck, suck and lick her luscious cleft until she floods my face with her come like a typhoon in springtime.

  But she has other ideas.

  “No, no, c’mere…c’mere,” she whispers, her voice urgent with lust. “Yeah, I want you to fuck me, Blake,” she pants, “just fuck me as hard as you can, yes, yes…” She grabs my cock and pulls me towards her, her eyes-half closed with lust. “Fuck me, own me, make me come with that fat cock of yours.” She licks her lips and spreads her legs, plunging a finger into herself to show me how soaked she is, how bad she needs me.

  I cannot believe how bad I ache for this woman.

  My eyes drink in her nakedness greedily. Her breasts are soft, symmetrical globes on either side of her chest, tipped with her deep pink nipples, now pebbled and hard. Her firm, round bubble-butt adds dimension around her hips, giving her prone body such a generous, exquisite, sexy and fuckable contour, not to mention, so much fetching jiggle, I nearly come all over her belly just looking at her.

  Somehow I contain it long enough to position myself between her trembling legs.

  I spread her lips with the tip of my dick and then, with one swift move, I impale her.

  “Uhh!” she cries, and thrusts her hips upwards to push me even further inside herself.

  For a long moment, I have to close my eyes and think about work. It’s a struggle to prevent myself from ejaculating.

  I can feel sweat beading on my temples.

  Being inside Jenny is like sinking into a warm, pulsating, heaven.