Sucker for the Boss

by Blue Sky Books

  “Good” is all he said. He still maintained his distance from her, but she could feel that his eyes were focused on her, he was probably trying to figure her out.

  “Let me know if you guys need anything. Just give me a call or send me a text. I’ll pick it up on the way home”, she nodded her head in response, not willing to lift her head up to meet his eyes. He was being as generous and kind as always, the perfect father, the perfect host…the perfect gentleman.

  “I’ll get back to work then Eden” he said and she finally looked up and nodded again. She was completely dumbstruck. She noticed how the cardigan still lay on the floor, she was too embarrassed to pick it up, to draw any attention to it.

  He turned on his heels to walk out of the kitchen, but stopped in his tracks.

  “I’ll be home by ten. Do you think you’ll be awake still?” he asked, looking at her sideways.

  “I guess I will be. I’ll be getting some studying done and I don’t usually sleep before midnight” she said too quickly, too surprised by his question and her own enthusiastic response.

  “Good” he said again and walked out of the kitchen. She heard the front door open and shut and she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although that didn’t last for very long. As she bent forward to pick up the cardigan off the floor, she wondered why he wanted to know why she would be awake when he returned. What could he possibly want with her that late at night?

  She didn’t want to imagine that he wanted the same thing as her. He was too faithful, too respectable and too much of a gentleman to follow his animal instincts, she knew that. Was he about to give her a piece of his mind instead? Give her a speech of watching boundaries?

  *****

  When Eden heard Mr. Anderson’s car pull into the driveway, it was already past ten. She was lying on her stomach on the double bed of the guest room. Mrs. Anderson had left her a note letting her know that she should make herself comfortable there.

  She shut the book she had been trying to study from and straightened herself up. She hadn’t got any studying done and was too nervous to even make notes. The thought of him returning home, yelling at her for behaving so miserably and taking liberties; were all jumbled together in her brain, not allowing her a moment’s peace. She regretted ever having chanced upon his cardigan, of having picked it up.

  She pulled down and straightened her knee length black lycra skirt and adjusted her baggy t-shirt so that she looked presentable. She was just about to look for her brush and try and get her hair to look more decent when she heard a sharp knock on the door.

  She didn’t get a chance to respond before Mr. Anderson opened the door and took a few steps in.

  “Good. You’re awake Eden” he said and she tried to smile, a little taken aback by his suddenness.

  “How are your studies going?” he asked and dug his hands into his pockets again. He had taken off his jacket now and rolled up the sleeves of his blue shirt. By now he had a greenish shadow on his jaw, which contrasted against the pale pinkish skin on his face. Eden didn’t want to think about how delicious he looked.

  “Not too bad” she lied and sat back on the bed, her back against the bed-head.

  “That’s good to hear” he said and they were quiet for a few moments. Eden didn’t know where to look. She knew he was trying to figure out a way to say something, she could tell that he had something important to say. She wished he wouldn’t. She was too embarrassed and ashamed to be able to face the words that might come out of his mouth.

  He ran his fingers through his wavy chestnut hair, which was beginning to gray around his temples.

  “Look…Eden” he began and she looked away from him again.

  “Mr. Anderson, I’m sorry” she blurted out.

  “First of all, why do you still call me that? We’ve known each other for more than ten years now, Eden. Call me Marco, please” he had taken a few more steps into the room and she turned drooping eyelids towards him, still unwilling to look him directly in the face.

  “And secondly, what are you sorry for?”, she bit down on her lip. She didn’t want it to have come to this stage where she would have to spell out the words. She couldn’t believe that he was making her say it.

  “I’m sorry for what you saw in the kitchen. It was a weird weak moment and I…” she couldn’t go on and she covered her face with her hands. She was surprised to find that he had come towards her and reached out for her hands. He was pulling them off her face.

  “Don’t be so ashamed Eden. It’s natural” his soft voice calmed her down and she turned her gaze to him, she was struggling hard to keep the tears back.

  “No it’s not Mr. Anderson…Marco. It was wrong and I’m ashamed” she was struggling with her words. He sat down beside her on the bed, her hands were still in his, held tightly.

  “Trust me, it’s not as weird as you think. We have spent a lot of time together. You’re a grown up woman now and I’m a man. We have a connection and a bond” he was stroking her hands gently and Eden felt like her heart would burst and shatter into pieces. As always, he was there for her. He understood her and didn’t judge her. She wanted to throw her arms around his neck and bury her face in his chest.

  “I’m still sorry Marco. You shouldn’t have seen it. It can’t be easy for you to deal with, especially since our families are so closely connected” she said the words without looking at him directly.

  “You’re right. It isn’t easy. But only because it now makes it even harder for me to resist you” he said, nearly whispered. Eden was too shocked to not jerk her head up to look at him. He laughed a little when he saw the surprise on her face. He held out his hand and grazed her chin lightly with his thumb.

  “You’re very naive to think that I haven’t thought about it either Eden. You’re a beautiful young girl who is blooming into a gorgeous young woman. I’d be blind to not notice you, not notice what you’re becoming” he was still whispering. She could smell him even more strongly now and her breathing became ragged. She couldn’t believe all this was happening, that she was actually hearing him say the words. Was he being polite still? Trying to make her feel at ease?

  “I can see that you don’t believe me” he said. “If you could see yourself through my eyes, you’d know what I mean” he leaned in closer to her. She remained where she was, now she wanted to touch him, to actually feel his skin beneath the tips of her fingers.

  “You are beautiful Eden. And now you have made it even more difficult for me to keep myself in check”.

  Eden couldn’t control herself any longer. He was too close to resist. She lunged forward and pressed her lips on his. It was a short quick kiss before she pulled herself away from him, but enough to intoxicate her to want more immediately. She could see that he was as surprised by her as she was by her own actions. He touched his lips with his fingers, slowly feeling the skin, before he pulled her by the neck and kissed her again.

  *****

  His kiss was long and she could feel his tongue pushing her lips apart while his hands clutched the sides of her torso. Eden’s eyes were shut tightly, she just wanted to enjoy the moment before Marco stopped this from continuing. That was her biggest fear at that moment, that he would pull away from her, embarrassed. But he didn’t.

  Instead, when he did pull away, he climbed up on the bed properly and grabbed her by the neck again. Eden’s lips were throbbing from the pressure of being kissed so violently. She could already feel herself growing wet between the legs.

  With one hand behind her neck, Marco started unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes remained focused on her, concentrating on her face. He wanted to watch her while he undressed. It was the hottest thing Eden had ever experienced and she drew in a deep breath. When his shirt came off, Eden couldn’t help but gawk at him. His shoulders were broad, his chest wide and she gingerly touched the coarse dark hair on his chest. He smiled when he touched it and she was encouraged to run her fingers through it.

  He tugged at her t-shirt and she
immediately lifted up her body and wiggled it out over her head. It was only when a shiver ran down her bare spine that she realized she was in nothing else except her bra and her panties. He had slipped her skirt off her at some point and she hadn’t even realized. He was looking at her intently, Mr. Anderson, the man of her dreams was watching her naked. He didn’t make a move or say anything for a long time, just sat staring at her. His eyes traveled from her breasts to the small triangle between her thighs which she was trying to hide by pressing her legs together.

  Eden blushed brightly. He was gorgeous and she could see him burning up with desire. She could see his dick growing in his pants, and yet his eyes were as gentle as ever. He finally reached for her and she was surprised to find that his hands immediately fell on her breasts. His palms were the right size and they covered her breasts as he squeezed them and then started pulling at her bra.

  Eden blushed again, but he didn’t wait for her to recover this time. He simply pulled her bra away and then bent forward to kiss her bare dark nipples.

  “They taste like chocolate” he said with a giggle and Eden laughed too, for lack of any other way to react.

  He licked them this time and she felt a soft tingling feeling at the soles of her feet. Eventually, he settled on her left breast and began sucking it wildly. Eden had never experienced this before and the sight of a grown man, Marco Anderson, sucking on her breast was enough to send her flying over the moon. She bent her head back and shut her eyes tight. The feeling of his mouth on her nipple, sucking it strongly like his life depended on it, was too much to bear. She felt a tightening sensation between her legs, she wanted him inside her.

  When she moaned loudly, he looked up at her and smiled.

  “Someone’s growing impatient” he said gruffly and started undoing his pants. Eden pouted her lips instinctually. She wanted to see him, wanted him to be infused with her.

  When he pulled down his pants and flipped them over on the floor, Eden reached forward to help him out of his boxers. His dick popped out and it was huge. She hadn’t seen anything like it before. Pale, nearly pink, throbbing and pointing straight at her. She pressed her legs together tighter, the feeling was growing uncontrollably. She moaned again, and this time he pulled her by her hips towards him.

  Her instinct was to arch her hips up towards him. He was on bent knees, his hands clutching her sides.

  “Now Eden. Are you ready for this?” he asked. His eyes were narrowed and she doubted if it was a serious question. She nodded her head in response anyway.

  “I want to be gentle, but you’re making it very difficult for me to hold back” he said and she smiled. For the first time, she didn’t want him to be his usual self. She wanted him to lose all his self-control.

  He did. Without warning, he had thrust himself inside her and she moaned. She hadn’t expected it to be painful, but it hurt in the kind of way that she wanted more. She dug her nails into the flesh of his arms and he slowly started sliding in, pushing himself inside her inch by inch.

  Eden continued to moan and when he was completely inside her, he started sliding out again.

  “No” she screamed out and he laughed.

  “It’s coming back, don’t worry” he said through his laughs and he was right, he thrust himself inside her again, this time with more force. He developed a rhythm now, he thrust himself hard into her and pulled out slowly. She was going over the edge with every push. Her mouth hung open and she licked her lips. He was watching her, following the motion of her bouncing breasts with his eyes.

  It was only when she saw him close his eyes and let out a grunt that she realized he wasn’t going to control himself much longer. Eden could feel the tightness start to unravel, her control over it was weakening. She watched his eyes roll and his body shake as he started to empty himself inside her. The knowledge that he didn’t have any self-control with her was enough, she shook against him, while he remained inside her. Her toes quivered and she screamed loudly. The sensation didn’t stop for several seconds. Eden continued to shake and scream.

  It was only when Marco started pulling out and she realized that his dick was not the size and shape as it had been a few minutes ago, that Eden knew it was over. She didn’t want to face the facts, she didn’t want to look into his eyes again; even though he had just been sucking on her nipples not longer than fifteen minutes ago.

  *****

  The first few minutes after he had pulled out of her, passed in silence. They lay on the bed, side by side and didn’t say a word. Eden could hear the heavy breathing on her side, but she nearly held her breath. She didn’t want to interrupt the moment. She wasn’t sure what he wanted now, to be left alone or have her arms around him.

  Eventually, he sat up straight and swung his legs off the bed in one quick motion. She began to sit up herself, pulling at the covers to wrap it around her naked body. Marco stood on the carpeted floor of the room and began looking for his clothes, all in silence. Eden was getting the creeping saddening feeling, that this was not going to be as happy an ending as she was hoping for.

  After he had pulled up his pants and stuffed in his half-buttoned shirt, he cleared his throat, but still avoided looking her directly in the eye. Eden steadied her gaze on him with her lips downturned.

  “Eden. I’m sorry for what just happened” he said, staring at the floor. She took in a deep breath.

  “Please don’t apologize Marco” she said, holding the covers tightly against her neck.

  “This should never have happened. You’re my daughter’s best friend” he said softly. She could see that he was struggling with his emotions. His face had turned red and his eyes looked crazed. She was almost afraid of him, she’d never seen this side of him before.

  “It was as much your fault as it was mine. Please don’t apologize. You have nothing to be sorry about” she wanted to hold him, wanted him to hold her. It was too soon and too hurried to have this conversation.

  “This can never happen again” he said bluntly, after a few more seconds of silence. “And nobody should know about this. It could ruin my life, as much as yours”

  Eden remained quiet. The happiness she had felt when he was inside her, when he held her tightly against her, was slipping away. She had no intention of ratting on him to anybody, and she was more distressed by the fact that he would expect her to.

  “I won’t tell anyone” she finally said and he jerked his head up to look at her, relieved.

  “Tell me what you need Eden. I’ll make sure you and your family are comfortable. I just don’t want my family to find out” he came towards her and bent down on the carpet, his arms on the bed beside her.

  “You’ve done enough for us Marco. I don’t want anything else” she looked away from him and shut her eyes tight. She felt grief, embarrassment, sadness and pity, all at the same time. When on the other hand, she should have been feeling the way a woman should feel after she’d had great sex, great sex for the first time.

  “Okay, but please remember that I’m there for you and your family. I hope nothing has changed” he stood up and started walking towards the door. Eden looked at him leaving. She didn’t want to be alone, she wanted to be held. She wanted to tell him that she wouldn’t tell anybody, that she will treat him the same way as before, if only he would stay with her a while longer and hold her in his arms. But he didn’t stop till he reached the door, opened it and stepped outside.

  He turned to look at her, and she could see that he was sad too. She knew that they were sad for the opposite reasons. She wanted him to stay with her, spend the night hugging and caressing; while he was sad because he lost control, upset with his own actions.

  “Again, Eden I’m sorry” he said as quietly as possible, “I hope this doesn’t change anything between Becca and you”; with that he walked away and didn’t wait for a response.

  The door shut behind him and Eden fell forward on to the bed. She could feel the tears coming and she wanted to burst out howling. In su
ch a situation, she would want to talk to Becca immediately, tell her what she was feeling. Becca would know what to say to make it all seem sensible. This however, she knew she could never share with her, Becca would never forgive her and their relationship would never be the same again.

  Eden could hear him walking around in the empty house. She heard him open and close the door to Lily’s room. He was checking on her before he went to his own room. She had a sudden urge to knock on his door, force herself inside and seduce him. If it happened a second time, he wouldn’t be able to deny the fact that there was a serious something going on between them. Eden felt desperate, she wanted him in the room again, to feel his hands on her, his mouth on her nipple, his chest against her shoulders.

  She muffled her cries with two pillows and sobbed into the night. As if her life wasn’t hard enough, she had no idea how she would ever get over the feelings she felt for Marco, Mr. Anderson. She knew she always had feelings for him, which she kept suppressed. Now they had overflowed. Now there was no stopping the wave of emotions she felt towards him. But he was gone, he had put his foot down and said that it would never happen again. Eden couldn’t bear it.

  *****

  The next day, Eden skipped college and stayed at the Anderson house till it was time to pick up Lily from Kindergarten. She had spent the day in the master bedroom, opening his closet and smelling his clothes. He had left for office without a word to her or even Lily and she felt a mixture of pain and anger. She wasn’t sure what she would do next. She was afraid of coming to terms with her desperation and what it might lead her to do.

  In the evening after she had fed Lily and given her a bath, Eden was sitting on the floor playing with Lily’s barbie doll, which Lily was dressing up. When her phone buzzed she reached for it with a start. She knew it couldn’t possibly be Marco, Mr. Anderson, but she couldn’t stop her heart from hoping that it was.