Sleeping With My Boss

by Wood, Vivian

  “Okay, okay,” I say, holding up a hand. “I get it. A client asked you a question that was vaguely out of line. Maybe.”

  Luna looks at me sharply. “I didn’t ask you for your opinion about it, did I? You asked me to come down here.”

  I sigh. “True enough.” My eyes wander over to the nightstand. “Do you want to have a glass of whiskey? That’s all I’ve got for you.”

  Her lips turn up at the corners. “Sure.”

  Pushing myself off the wall, I sit on the bed. I start to open the nightstand when the boat lurches oddly.

  I brace myself, seeing as how the boat does that sometimes. But Luna isn’t prepared and so she comes spilling into my lap, making an upset noise.

  “Whoa,” I say, steadying her.

  She looks up, flipping her blonde hair out of her face. Her eyes are wide. “Is that supposed to happen?”

  I slide my hands down her arms a couple of inches, clearing my throat. “It happens.”

  Warmth flows between us. It’s only then that I realize that our thighs are touching; our faces are a few inches apart.

  My gaze leaves her beautiful blue eyes and wanders down to her mouth. She wets her lips, enticing me with that quick dart of her tongue over her lips.

  The energy between us swells. Before I know it, I’m lowering my head, zeroing in on her lips, giving in to my desire. Like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn in to her bright, hot little world.

  From the second my lips touch hers, my body tenses and hardens. Her lips are soft and warm, her mouth opening, inviting me in. Clutching her by the waist, I growl low in my chest. That same energy seems to reverberate in her as she cups my jaw and slides her hand around into my hair.

  I groan and pull her body closer. Already my mind is racing, my pulse sky rocketing, thinking of what to do next.

  I want more. I want to feel her soft skin against mine. I want her naked beneath me, now.

  When she sighs and pulls back, looking me in the eye as she unzips her coat, I realize that she wants it too. I rip at her clothes, my mouth seeking hers.

  Her fingers stumble as they try to remove my coat and pull my shirt up over my head. There is no time for worrying about the niceties just now. Soon we are shedding the last of our garments.

  Luna isn’t shy about her body. She shares it with me eagerly, not seeming timid one bit when I drink in her breasts and her bare pussy with my eyes.

  “Damn,” I curse, fisting my weighty cock in one hand.

  She reaches for me and I’m only too willing to come.

  Soon I am pushing myself on top of her, finding her collarbone with my mouth. She rakes her nails all the way up my back, drawing a ragged noise from me. I grind my cock into her belly and thighs, aching to feel her pussy.

  When I kiss my way down to the pink tip of her breast, I push her thighs apart with my hand. Moaning, she shifts, forcing me to lay on my side.

  When her clever fingers first find my cock, I exhale all the breath in my lungs. I close my eyes and move my touch down between her thighs. She spreads her legs wide for me and I find her wet for me at the merest brush of my fingers up and down her lower lips.

  Kissing and nibbling my way over up to her neck, my hand finds her hot little clit. She encircles my cock with her hand and moans at my touch.

  It’s been too long for me since I even jerked off. So I can’t even let Luna give me a hand job, not if I plan on finishing what I started.

  Pulling her hands away from my cock, I force her onto her back again and spread her thighs wide. I place a kiss on her lips, exploring her pussy with a fevered touch. I circle her clit and seal my mouth over her earlobe.

  She moans so loudly and so suddenly that I feel the need to hush her. “Shhh,” I whisper into her ear. “You have to be very, very quiet.”

  Luna nods, pulling at my body. “Please, Gabe. I need you inside me.”

  I pause. “Do you have protection?”

  Her eyes open, pinning me in place. “No. Have you been tested?”

  My lips quirk up. “There’s been no one since you.”

  That apparently surprises her. “Oh. Well… I’ve been tested recently. I’m clean and on the pill.”

  That’s all that I need to hear. I kiss her lips again, shifting my weight so that the heavy head of my fisted cock settles right against her hot center.

  Her hands land on my shoulders; she bites her lip and urges me forward with a flick of her hips. Her legs encircle me as I sink into her pussy, inch by slow inch. I grit my teeth, willing myself to move slow.

  “Oh god,” she whispers, spearing me with her aqua gaze. “Gabe, it feels so good. Don’t stop…”

  I won’t. I can’t. Closing my eyes again, I have to be extremely deliberate with each and every movement. Because if I start thinking about how her tits bounce or how to make her scream my name, I will be done for a matter of a minute.

  So I just try not to think about the slick push and pull of fucking her, or the soft slapping where our bodies meet.

  I try to go as slow as possible, as deep as I can. All while being as quiet as I know how to be.

  After a minute, I shift my pose to create so more room between my body and hers. I can feel her focus on me as I use two fingers to probe her clit.

  She sucks in air, writhing against me. “Gabe, I… I’m close,” she whispers. “Go faster…”

  I’m not sure whether she means that I should fuck her faster or move my hand faster, so I do both. Her pussy feels so good, hot and wet and tight. She immediately responds by bucking her hips against mine and hissing.

  When she comes, she convulses against me, her pussy clenching around me tightly.

  She closes her eyes and presses her knuckles against her mouth. I take that as my cue to focus putting her calves on my arms and fucking her until I am about to come, slamming into her again and again with shallow thrusts.

  I look down at her as I come, hissing her name. “Luna! God damn it…”

  I pump my seed into her, feeling myself empty with each thrust. At the end I have to close my eyes again for a moment.

  I know that I waited too long to fuck someone, but for the life of me, I can’t be worried about it just now.

  Instead I shift onto my side, pulling out. I grab Luna and bring her to rest comfortably by my side. Her eyes are closed, a faraway smile on her mouth.

  I’m still struggling for breath, my skin still dampened with sweat. When she opens her eyes just a crack and presses close to me for kiss, I am more than happy to comply.

  “That was…” she starts, then trails off, blushing. “My trigger was a little more sensitive than normal, I think.”

  Grinning at her, I nod. “Same. Usually my control is a lot tighter. I guess we both need to fuck.”

  She puts her hand on my back, her fingers caressing my bare skin in a rhythmic way that I find pleasing. “We both definitely needed something…”

  “If you wait a few minutes, I’ll be good to go again,” I say. “I can last a lot longer than that, I swear.”

  Luna bites her lip, her gaze sliding away. “Do you think we should? I mean, if anyone gets wind of this, it probably wouldn’t look good for either of us.”

  I laugh, which startles her. “I think that the harm is done, whether we go another round now or not.”

  When she looks back at me, her gaze seems to go right fucking through me. She arches a brow. “Are you saying that you are attracted to me, then?”

  Shaking my head and rolling my eyes, I can’t help but chuckle. “Yes, I would say that’s a safe bet.”

  Her lips tip upward. “You’re in a good mood.”

  I kiss her again, slowly and with passion. When I pull away, I rest my forehead against hers. She is a little breathless from my kiss.

  “So? What do you think? I promise to make you scream into a pillow this time…”

  Before I resort to begging, she laughs and kisses me. “Just once more, then…”

  Laughing lowly, I pull her o
n top of my body and take her mouth with my own.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Luna

  At four am the next morning, I suddenly sit up, almost banging my head on the bunk bed above me. For a second I don’t recognize my surroundings. Looking left and right, I squint into the darkness.

  That’s when I remember what exactly happened. Why I’m here and not curled up, warm and cozy on top of Gabriel.

  Damn my big mouth. I casually, jokingly asked if he hooked up with his employees a lot…

  And he got really, really upset. Angry enough to ask me to leave.

  I was totally just kidding. I mean, if I do the math, I’m the only person he’s been with aside from his ex. It’s easy enough to figure out that he absolutely doesn’t fuck people he sails with.

  Or anyone else, pretty much.

  Since I’m already up, I slip out of my bunk and get ready for the day. Figuring I can catch Gabe alone before he starts the yacht up for another day of sailing, I stealthily head upstairs.

  But Gabe isn’t the one that I find in the pilothouse when I knock on the window. Instead, Malkia turns her head, a frown fixed on her mouth.

  She motions for me to open the door. I let myself in, sliding my gaze around.

  “Where’s your brother?” I ask, trying to keep it as casual as possible.

  Malkia shoots me a glare and then turns back to the instrument panel, flipping switches that turn on various screens.

  “He said he drank too much last night and needed to sleep in.” She shakes her head. “It is not like him. Completely out of character. I thought that it was a secret code for hooking up with an employee. But you’re here, so…”

  She shrugs, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. “I don’t know what it means now.”

  I flush. “Do you happen to know when he’s supposed to be up here?”

  Malkia starts the engines then sighs. “I am not in charge of anything, if that much is not obvious. Please, leave me to start the boat in peace, okay?”

  “Of course.” I bow, feeling awkward.

  Turning and letting myself out of the pilothouse, I curse silently. I had planned to apologize to Gabe for putting my foot in my mouth… but now is not the time, I guess.

  I get sucked into the daily flow of life on the boat. Luke, who is technically the second mate, has a bunch of stuff for me to do. Iron what feels like a metric ton of bedsheets, help Sam prepare breakfast, tidy the linen closet downstairs.

  That’s what I need, I guess. I have plenty to think about.

  The way Gabe made me feel for hours the day before. Cherished, protected… but also naked and raw and very vulnerable before him.

  How angry I made him last night.

  God, if that pissed him off, just wait until he finds out that I’ve been bribed to steal his regatta map. Because I have no doubt that he will find out…

  Once I make myself man up and actually steal the plans, that is.

  I am so busy folding and thinking that I’m a little startled when the boat’s motors cut off. I look at Emma, who is neck deep in the linen closet right alongside me.

  She gives me a comforting smile. “Don’t worry. We are just stopped here for the afternoon. I think that you will want to head upstairs, though. The medical attendant follows the clients, right?”

  I puff out my cheeks and exhale. “Yeah. That’s the idea.”

  Hurrying down the hall to grab my medical bag from my room, I hurry toward the stairs.

  “Luna!” Gabe’s voice calls from the top of the stairwell. “Come on! Get moving!”

  I step into the stair landing. For a second, I see Gabe. Dark, brooding, handsome as ever. He shoots me a glare and then turns away.

  God, I don’t want to be trapped with Gabe when he’s angry, I know that.

  “Come on, everyone!” he yells, clapping his hands a few times.

  As I hustle up the stairs and pull my uniform jacket on, I’m surprised to see that the yacht is stopped in a small marina. Following the slope of the land up from the docks, I see a small town splayed out, the buildings reminiscent of those in an Old English village. The buildings are all different sizes but each has white walls and brown support beams.

  “Luna,” Gabe says, gesturing for me to hurry. “Seriously, this is the last time I’ll ask.”

  I pale and scurry down the gangplank, trying to catch up with the handful of guests that are just ahead. Malkia is leading the march toward the village. It’s actually pretty nice today. The sun is high is the early morning sky, and it’s probably almost seventy degrees outside.

  Behind me, Luke and Carlos are tossing bundles of laundry to the dock.

  Gabe is right behind me, but every time I glance at him, the brooding look on his face makes me sweat a little. I swallow and haul my medical bag up to the spot where the guests pool in the middle of an open town square area.

  “Okay, everyone!” Malkia calls. “There are three different activities to do here. The first is there is a nice little tea shop to our right. There is also a tavern for those that might be thirsty. And then there is my favorite thing here… we can go pet some reindeer.”

  The guests break out into chatter about who wants to do which event. After a minute, Gabe calls out instructions.

  “Anybody who wants to go to the tea shop or the tavern, Mal is going to lead you over there. For everybody else, follow me around the side on these buildings here…”

  Which way should I go? I watch as a few of the older people follow Mal. The bulk of the group follow Gabe though, so I follow them.

  We walk around the right side of the village, following a small wood chip path. I see a dark building of what I would guess are stables and several areas that are fenced in. A few reindeer pause, chewing. The children squeal and run ahead to the fence, which makes the reindeer back away suspiciously.

  A reindeer petting zoo. It’s novel, I guess… Wrinkling my nose, I find a spot to relax against the stables as a young man lets the clients inside the fence. Gabe joins me silently, standing a few feet away from me and leaning against the wall.

  He is silent as we watch the clients petting the reindeer. His big frame is tensed even when he’s resting.

  I have to know what he’s thinking… because there is a ninety percent chance it’s about me.

  “Gabe,” I say, trying to keep my voice down.

  He swings his head my way, spearing me with his blue-green gaze. He doesn’t look happy.

  “What?”

  I look past him to the clients, then motion for him to move further down the wall with me. I see him look at the clients. He’s making some sort of decision. He follows me a few feet away, crossing his arms over his wide chest.

  Then he just stares down at me, his gaze so direct that it makes me squirm a little.

  “Listen,” I say, coloring. “About last night…”

  Gabe shakes his head and glances away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Listen, I was trying to be playful. I definitely didn’t mean to imply that you— “

  He grimaces. “Stop talking.”

  I blow out a breath. “I’m sorry. That’s what I’m trying to say.”

  “There’s nothing to be sorry for. It was… it was a mistake to involve myself with an employee.” His expression grows pained. “It’s my fault for getting sucked into the situation.”

  His mouth settles in a scowl. I bite my lip.

  “Do you really mean that? I enjoyed our time together, to say the least…”

  A huff of laughter leaves him. “It was weakness, okay? I made a promise to myself that I would mourn my fiancée for a full year. And I broke that promise three months in, when we were in Vegas.”

  I freeze for a second, trying to add that to what I know about his situation. That’s surprising, to say the least. “But no one is holding you to that, Gabe.”

  He looks at me as if I were a poisonous snake. “I am, Luna. Me. If I can’t even hold myself to that period of time
…” He trails off, his expression bitter. “No one thought that Michelle was any good for me. And when she… she passed…”

  He clamps his mouth shut, swallowing hard.

  I can’t help it. Reaching out a hand to touch his arm, I try to comfort him. “Gabe…”

  He jerks away from my fingers with a hiss. “Don’t touch me, Luna. Just don’t. Can’t you see that I’m all mixed up already without adding you to the brew? I’m bad news. And not just for you… I don’t want to bring anyone else into this fucking mess right now. Got it?”

  Gabe looks up at me, rage and self-hatred and a thousand other nameless things in his eyes.

  I try again, without attempting to touch him this time. “It’s just that— “

  He cuts me off by pushing off the stables wall and walking away. I sigh, crossing my arms.

  Am I really longing for some guy who is all tangled up in his past?

  The rest of the morning goes by pretty fast. I follow the clients around from the petting zoo into the tea shop, eventually finding a seat by the window with a cup of matcha. When Mal comes over I smile up at her.

  She nods to the seat across from me. “Do you mind?”

  “Not at all,” I say.

  She sits down, looking at me with a tight smile. After checking to make sure that no one is listening, she fixes me with her gaze.

  “What exactly did you do to make my brother so mad?” She drums her fingers on the chipped wooden table, arching a brow.

  My eyebrows draw up. My cheeks color. “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. Why is Gabriel being such a whiny little baby after talking to you?”

  I look at her, taking a moment to sip my tea. “Did you ask him?”

  “Yep.” She leans back in her chair. “And he was no help. That’s why I’m talking to you now.”

  Frowning, I set my teacup down. “I think he deserves some privacy, don’t you?”

  “Do I?” Malkia gives a dry laugh. “I am not about to stop poking into his affairs, Luna. I am worried about him. I have been worried about him for a long time. But I am his sister, so if I have to, I will gladly be worried about him every minute of every day for the rest of our lives.”