Bossed: A Steamy Office Romance

by Kate Gilead

  And by the end of the third week, Mom and Angel’s road trip is confirmed. Their route is planned; sights to see and places to visit; hotel rooms booked. Blake helps them get the car serviced and made ready to go.

  D-Day for the road trip is two weeks time.

  When they get to Angel’s house in Venice, they’ll stay there while they decide on a timeline for putting the house up for sale and returning to Ohio. My mother is providing what Angel needs for family and companionship, which makes selling his LA property low-priority for now.

  In the meantime, they take it easy and enjoy getting to know each other.

  Blake and I decide to to follow their example and postpone selling his LA home as well. Now, with Mom and Angel going away, Blake and I will have the house to ourselves and a similar opportunity to get to know each other in peace and privacy as well.

  With how quickly everything has happened, and how hectic things have been, we both welcome the chance to chill out, relax, and let things take a slower pace.

  It’s the beginning of the fourth week since Blake and Angel moved in with Mom and me.

  Blake and I are not keeping our relationship secret at work anymore. Now that we’re aware of Delcroft’s plans for us, there’s no more reason to worry or care what management thinks.

  One morning, we decide to walk in the front door holding hands and see if anyone cares.

  Flora smirks, rolls her eyes, and says “Please don’t fuck on the lunch room table, mmkay?”

  If anyone cares, they’re not showing it. Maybe they’re counting the days until Blake’s contract is up anyway. So I’ve decided to keep my job, collect the pay and benefits. We’ll both do our jobs and behave as though we’re oblivious to their scheme.

  For his part, Blake thought that having the financial burden of the house eased from my shoulders would make me change my mind about quitting Delcroft with him.

  But it didn’t. And Blake isn’t too happy about that.

  His wishes matter to me, but all things considered, I just don’t want to quit my job right now. I’m really getting the hang of it, becoming more competent by the day. My probationary period is over, I’ve got benefits now and I’m making contacts and gaining valuable knowledge and experience.

  Blake and I had dinner with Nick and Amanda last week. They anticipate having employment at Bennett Contracting for both of us in the future, if we so desire. But until they’re ready to hire, I don’t see why I should walk away from my job while it’s still a good paycheck and learning opportunity.

  Unable to convince me to leave Delcroft, Blake reluctantly decided to stay on as well, and continue to collect the contract money.

  He says it’s because he likes that we get to spend our work days together; he just wants to be with me as much as possible.

  And, I know he means it and I believe him…but.

  I know there’s more to it than he’s saying. I think he’s still protecting me. I think this is his way of making sure he has my back.

  He doesn’t like what’s going on at Delcroft and isn’t sure whether it may even be dangerous. So even though he’s doing his best to take my needs into account, he’s going to do it his way.

  As pushy and stubborn as he is sometimes, I’m starting to have trust and faith in his way.

  It’s really not so bad.

  Friday morning at dawn, six weeks after the Cameron men moved in with us Gordon women, Mom and Angel leave for their road trip adventure to the West coast. Blake and I see them off and then enjoy a leisurely breakfast before heading off to work.

  We’ll miss them, but, at the same time, we are so looking forward to having the house to ourselves!

  The day’s a quiet workday, a much-appreciated wind down from the craziness of the last few weeks.

  At lunchtime, Flora volunteers to go out and get lunch for the three of us, bringing it back to eat with us in my office.

  “So how’s things going on the sites lately?” she asks, munching on a french fry. “Any more counterfeit hooks showing up?”

  “Now…just how the hell do you know about that, Flora?” Blake says, eyes intense.

  “Don’t look at me!” I say, holding my hands up.

  “I heard it on the grapevine,” Flora says. “Bad ju-ju, fake hooks! Someone could get killed.”

  “That’s right,” Blake says. “But no, I haven’t seen or heard about any fake stuff for a while now.”

  “Maybe it’s the calm before the storm,” I say. “And we’ll start seeing increased activity again.”

  “Who knows, maybe,” Blake agrees.

  “Or maybe some scumbags have gone into hiding, trying to escape their fate.” Flora says, cheerfully.

  “And why would you say that?” Blake says

  “Oh, no reason. Just a guess,” Flora says. “I just mean, maybe the people moving the counterfeit goods are laying low. Maybe there’s some…what do they call it in the movies…heat! Yeah, maybe there’s heat, from, like, the Feds. Or something. And they’re, you know…laying low.” She smiles and stuffs her face with another handful of fries.

  Blake grins, shaking his head.

  She blinks at him. “What? I watch cop movies, you know. Plus, I’m the receptionist, Blake. I know everything that happens around here. I got my ear to the ground.” She grins.

  “You mean, you’re nosy as hell?” Blake says, his rudeness belied by a grin of his own.

  “That, too,” Flora laughs.

  “Well, let’s enjoy the lull while we can. They won’t leave all that nice, illicit money on the table for long.” I say, sipping my coffee. “Even if they are laying low, they’ll be back. Or, someone else will come along to take their place.”

  “True,” Flora says, sighing. “I guess I just like to think that sometimes, justice can get done. I dunno.”

  “You’re such a dreamer,” I tease her. “Justice in this world seems like a pipe dream anymore.”

  “Well, maybe…but your dream came true,” she says, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You and Blake are together. Just like I always said! So, don’t gimme this “pipe dream” stuff. Maybe the FBI or um, somebody…is on the case as we speak.”

  Blake laughs. “Maybe,” he says. “But I had a hard time even getting labor officials interested in listening to me about this…and that’s their job. So I’m not holding my breath that the Feds give much of a shit.”

  Flora regards him soberly. “Well, one can always hope. Anyhow, so, tell me the truth…have you guys ever had sex in here or what?”

  “Flora!” I admonish her while Blake guffaws. “What the hell?”

  “What? Don’t tell me you never fantasize about it? Come on, having sex in the office is a common fantasy!” She stops, suddenly narrowing her eyes at me. “Hey! You’re blushing, Jennifer! Oh my God! Don’t tell me you actually….eww! Icky! Yucky!” She pushes her chair back and stands up. “Aww, man! I was only kidding!” She’s spazzing out, hands wringing, laughing and squirming. “Eww eww eww, where did you do it, right here on this desk where we’re eating?”

  “No, no, Flora…Jesus Christ…” I look over at Blake and damned if he isn’t blushing too!

  Blake Cameron, blushing! It’s too much. I dissolve into laughter.

  Naturally, Flora goes to town with it now, hooting with laughter, calling our relationship “older-man, younger-woman, sizzling, taboo monkey-love” and teasing us until we good-naturedly kick her out of my office.

  Later that night. Much later.

  The house is quiet. Blake and I are laying in bed, dozing, some show or other playing on Netflix in the background.

  We’re both tired. Blake went to the gym after work, and I followed a home work-out program that Blake recommended. It’s a tough but satisfying work-out, one that I plan to follow…more or less.

  But my man doesn’t like stick-thin women, thank God!

  When Blake got home, we showered, then ate, and then collapsed on my bed in our bathrobes.

  I’m snuggled into hi
s chest, one of his arms around me, his soft, regular breathing lulling me into a light doze.

  He stirs, and I find myself being laid down on my back. I open my eyes to see him smiling down at me. One of his hands opens my bathrobe and cups a breast.

  His lips take my nipple between them and with a flick of the tongue and a few nibbles, my flesh hardens in his mouth; the sensation traveling to my pussy, which twitches and moistens in response.

  He pushes my bathrobe all the way open and uses his fingers on the other nipple, making that one harden and stand at attention as well.

  He mouths and plays with both of my breasts until I can barely take it anymore. I reach down and grasp his cock, squeezing it firmly, finding it hot and hard and dripping with precum.

  “Oh fuck,” he hisses, his hips pumping a little. “That feels awesome. But first… I want my dessert,” he says, and in one swift movement, he takes both my wrists in one hand and holds them above my head.

  He kisses my mouth urgently, passionately, one hand smoothing the curves of my breasts, my waist, and going around to my ass, squeezing and caressing and making me feel all relaxed and soft and very, very horny.

  That’s when he begins kissing his way down my body.

  When he gets to my hips, he pushes my legs apart with his knees. He grabs a pillow in each hand and gestures with his head for me to lift my butt. I do so, and he slides the two pillow under it, making sure I’m nice and comfy.

  “Yeah, show me that tender, delicious pussy of yours, baby,” he says, his eyes devouring my naked flesh, spread out before him, his voice deep with desire.

  He lowers his head and goes straight for my…inner thighs, making me groan and writhe, and laugh with frustration.

  He takes tiny bites all the way up one thigh, blows some hot breath on my pussy as he goes past it, and then licks and kisses all the way down my other thigh.

  “Mmmm,” I moan, and wriggle my hips, pushing my pussy towards his mouth.

  A few more minutes of teasing and he has me begging.

  “Oh yeah, look how wet you are,” he murmurs, running one of his fingers between my labia. My juices make tiny noises as he inserts his middle finger and then turns it slowly, moving it back and forth, finding that hot G-spot of pleasure.

  “Ahhh, oh my gosh,” I say, my eyes closing and my head beginning to turn from side to side.

  It feels so incredibly good!

  “Look how hard your clit is,” he whispers, and, his finger still buried inside me, he lowers his head and flicks my nub with his tongue.

  The pleasure is electric, making my hips jump.

  I remember that we’re alone in the house, and let myself moan, as loudly and as freely as I want.

  “Oh yeah Jenny girl….raise the roof! It’s just you and me now, baby.”

  He goes back to snacking on my dripping pussy, taking his finger out of me, licking it dry, and then tongue-fucking me until my juices run down my ass, making my hands scrabble at the sheets, making me moan and pump my pelvis in time with his lashing tongue.

  Inserting his finger again, he takes my clit between his lips and slurps it into his mouth, sucking and flicking, his finger pressing and circling my G-spot on the inside.

  The first tight, hard pulse of impending orgasm blossoms, making my walls contract around his finger, then loosen again….then his flicking tongue strokes a golden streak of pleasure across my clit as his finger does the same on the inside.

  “Oh yeah,” I pant, “oh god…oh yeah…yeah, I’m gonna come, babe…ahhh….ahhh! I’m coming!” My hips are pumping, and his tongue and finger maintain what they’re doing, they keep their rhythmic motions going perfectly. My hands cover my face as I come, my hips writhing like mad.

  Quickly now, moving fast, he positions himself on his knees and thrusts his cock deep inside my pulsating tunnel.

  “Fuck Jenny, you feel so fucking good in there!” he groans, and he pushes himself into me as far as he can go. His bottom lip grabs his teeth as he tries to hold off, his sculpted hips pumping his swollen cock inside me, first, hard and fast and straight on, and then, side to side, grinding me with pleasure.

  The contractions, instead of dying away, build up again, in my clit and in my tunnel both, building so quickly and intensely, they take me by surprise.

  And ohhhh….god…. oh….shit….…ohhhh I’m coming again, and I look at him and I see that he’s coming too, his eye squeezed shut, his teeth gritting with effort, his strong, muscled arms holding me by my legs, holding me up and in place so he can drive his cock into me…so fucking hot and sexy!

  The last thing I see before I come for a second time, all over his thick, meaty dick, is his sexy face, grimacing in orgasm, as spurt after spurt of his pleasure spends itself inside me.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Blake

  I’m nervous as a teenager about to ask his crush out for a first date.

  No, way more nervous than that. This isn’t a date, this is… life.

  I know she loves me. I know she wants to marry me.

  I know she’ll say yes.

  But somehow, my knees are still knocking.

  Jenny went for a long walk with Brenda and her dogs, so I’m taking the opportunity to have a secret Skype session with Angel and Elaine.

  I’m telling myself it’s just to show off the ring I bought.

  But really…? I could use the moral support and encouragement, too.

  The Skype call connects and their relaxed, tanned faces show up on the cam.

  “Hey, kid!” Angel says. “How’s it going? You miss us yet? You can’t wait for us to come back?”

  “Fine…no….and, no.” I grin. “You’ve only been in LA for what… a month? Jenny misses her mom, but it’s been nice and peaceful without you here, drinking all my beer and stinking up the place.”

  “Eeeee hee hee, you’re an asshole, Blakey. Never let anyone tell ya different.”

  “Hello, Blake, it’s nice to see you! ” Elaine interjects, smiling sweetly. “We went to check on your place again last night. Everything’s still good. The housekeeping service hasn’t stolen anything.”

  “Awesome!” I laugh. “Thanks.”

  “Still playing it by ear? No plans to sell it or buy something in Maple Mills yet?”

  “Well, yes, there are plans now. I asked Jenny not to mention anything until they’re finalized. But that’s why I’m calling, to fill you two in. First off…I got her a ring.”

  “Oh my gosh!” Elaine clasps her hands to her chest. “Do you have it with you? Can I see it?”

  “Yes! I have it right here.” I open the lid of the velvet box and hold it close to the cam, steadying it until the picture focuses.

  “Oooh, nice rock,” Angel says. “How much did that run ya?”

  “Angel!” Elaine says. “What a nosy question! What does it matter, for heaven’s sake? Never mind, Blake,” she says, turning back to the camera. “It’s beautiful. That’s all that matters.”

  Elaine’s voice is sweet and full of mirth but Angel and I both know he’s been told. Angel’s he’s got a smile as wide as a mile on his face. He loves that about Elaine.

  No question where Jenny gets it from.

  Besides, he knows I’m gonna tell him how much I paid for the ring later, anyway.

  The more Angel and I get to know our girls, the more we realize how alike––and how uncommonly special–– they really are.

  “It matters ‘cuz I gotta know how much to spend on yours, Lainey. You think I’m gonna let Blake outshine me? No fucking way!” He winks at me and sits back, smiling, watching her.

  “Oh? Is that right? So…let me get this straight…to you, marriage is…what? A pissing contest? Great! Good to know.” She’s laughing. Elaine has Angel’s number by now and gives back as good as she gets.

  Angel’s never been more in love. And it shows. With Elaine’s strict but patient care, he’s fully recovered. His voice is back to normal. His wobbliness is gone, the left-side paral
ysis resolved. He’s gained weight and muscle mass and he’s full of piss and vinegar.

  Life is good.

  “So when are you popping the question?” Elaine asks.

  “Friday night. I booked a private booth at Carmel’s. She says she’s never been there, so it should be a nice time. I’m about shitting my pants though!” I rub my hands over my face. “By this time, two nights from now, I’ll be engaged to be married. Jesus!”

  “You’ll be fine,” Angel says. “I been married twice, myself. Ain’t no thang.” He cuts his eyes to Elaine, grinning.

  Elaine rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling too. “Yes, you’ll be fine. So what’s next? Where do you plan to live? Not in my house?”

  “No. For now, we’re doing what you’re doing, keeping the house in LA. Jennifer wants to go see the coast someday too. If I can convince her to leave Delcroft with me at the end of this month, we could take a couple months off and live there for a while, like you two. Enjoy the weather, give her the West Coast experience. The mortgage is paid on it, it’s only the cost of upkeep to worry about.”

  “But she still doesn’t want to quit her job?” Angel asks.

  “No, not so far. She says she’s enjoying it too much now.”

  “Funny,” Elaine says. “At one time, all Jennifer wanted was to get married and have kids. I don’t think she ever expected to, you know, find herself in a professional sense. I’m glad she did, but….well, I get the feeling that, once she’s married, she’ll want to start her family.” She grabs Angel’s hand and squeezes it. “At least, I hope so! Grand babies! I need lots of grand babies, Blake!”

  “I intend to do my best, Elaine.” We grin at each other. “So…about the, uh, marital home. We’re going to have it custom built. We checked out property lots in Johnstown and Jenny fell in love with a five-acre, wooded lot, with a stream going through it. Kind of like my childhood home.”

  “Oh, Johnstown is lovely,” she says. “Very ‘country’ but still close enough to the city. Are you going to put an offer on it?”