Boss Me Forever: Older Man/Younger Woman Workplace Romance

by Cameron Hart

  Declan’s face falls and he rushes towards me, but I bat his hands away, so I can step around him.

  “Luna, what’s—”

  “Take it back!” I sob. “I don’t want your money, I’m not… I’m not your whore!”

  Declan recoils as if I hit him, and I don’t blame him. Where did that thought even come from? I didn’t realize that’s how I felt until it just came tumbling out of my mouth.

  He closes the distance between us and wraps me up in his arms. I try shoving him off of me, but I’m no match for his six-foot three frame and thick muscles.

  “Stop! Let me go!” I cry, stupid tears clogging my throat as I continue to ineffectively pound my fists on his chest.

  “Baby, please, let me explain,” he says in a calming voice.

  “It’s self-explanatory. We had sex and then you paid me a hundred and thirty thousand dollars.” Hearing the words out loud send another punch to my gut, this time the realization knocks all of the air from my lungs.

  “Luna, love, please take a breath. Just breathe for me, sweetheart, you’re going to hyperventilate.”

  “Fuck you,” I choke out, but it’s weak and my voice shakes like the rest of me.

  Declan just holds me and strokes my back while looking me over with such concern, coaxing me to breathe with him. He scoops me up in his arms and walks through his apartment until we reach the couch in front of the fireplace, where he has a large fire going. When he sits down with me in his lap, I instinctively curl up into his chest, my mind and body at war once again. This time, my body wants to seek solace in his strength, while my mind wants to go toe to toe and tell him to back the fuck off.

  Declan squeezes me tightly and kisses the top of my head before nudging me up so I have to look at him.

  “You are not a whore, Luna. You are so precious to me. It hurts so fucking bad that you think I would treat you that way, that I would treat anyone that way. Do you really think that?”

  “Yes. No… I don’t know. No, I don’t really think that about you, I just… I’m so angry. Why would you do this when you know I can’t pay you back?”

  “I care about you. And about Lucas. We’re together now, hummingbird, I thought you and I already established that.”

  I nod, trying to reel in the crazy.

  “What we’ve shared is so much more than sex, Luna. You have to know that. It’s more than physical for me, it always has been.”

  I shrug and look away from him, but Declan cups my chin and brings my face back towards his.

  “I don’t know what sex is normally like, what feelings are supposed to be involved. I didn’t know if I was just romanticizing everything…”

  He kisses my forehead and then rests his there. “All I know is that I’ve never felt anything like this, hummingbird. You consume me. I meant what I said today in my office. You’ve completely ruined me for anyone else. Before you…” he sighs and leans back like he’s trying to gather his thoughts. “Before you, I truly thought some part of me was missing. Defective. Broken. But I liked it that way. It made me successful and cutthroat, which were two traits my dad admired. Then one day you came bursting into my life with your pink and teal and glitter and I’ve never been the same.”

  I’m trying to smile at him, but those tears are back in full force now. At least this time they are happy tears. His confession wipes away my anger, though there are still some lingering fears. Declan wipes away my tears and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking, little Luna.”

  “I… I’m afraid to need you,” I whisper. “I’m afraid you’ll get so wound up in my heart and in my life that I’ll shatter completely when you leave.”

  “I’m not leaving. I promise,” he says, cupping the side of my neck and rubbing his thumb across my jawline.

  “You say that now, but what if you walk out like my dad did? Or what if you die like my mom? What if you get sick? I’ll be all alone, because I’m always alone! I have Lucas, but who knows for how long? And even on the good days… it’s so fucking hard doing all of it, Declan, so exhausting all the time and I feel like I don’t have anything left to give.”

  Declan tucks my head into his chest and rubs my back while I cry. He gives me time to feel my pain, all while sitting right there with me, shouldering the burden if only for a little bit.

  Finally, he peels me off of his chest and cradles my face in his hands. He looks at me with such intensity, his eyes begging me to listen to his every word.

  “I’m not leaving you or Lucas. You’re stuck with me, sweetheart. I’m so goddamn sorry your daddy walked out and left you in more ways than one. But I’m not him. I know there’s nothing I can say right now that will prove that to you, so I’ll just have to keep being here, keep showing up, keep being whatever you need me to be until you trust me. As for the rest? Well, I can’t promise I won’t die one day. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s inevitable. But you can’t let that fear keep you from letting someone in, from letting them love you. If you push me away right now, you’re still going to be alone, and I don’t want that for you. Or for me. I don’t want us to be alone anymore, baby girl. So will you just be here? With me? Let me take care of you, Luna. Let me love you like this,” he pleads, wiping away my tears once again.

  “Declan,” I sniffle.

  “Please, baby, just let me take care of you.”

  His hands slide around my waist, pulling me closer to him, while I loop my arms around his neck. I kiss him with all of my passion, all of my gratitude, all of the words I can’t seem to say. I hold on to him like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to earth, and honestly, he just might be.

  We finally break apart, gasping for air.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

  “Shh, it’s ok, little hummingbird,” he says, tucking me back into his chest. “I’ve got you, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he whispers while stroking my back.

  Chapter 16

  Declan

  I hold Luna tight in my embrace for a long time, loving the fact that she lets me. Looking down on her now, I know without a doubt that there will never be anyone else for me. I almost told her I love her earlier, and while that’s true, she’s not ready to hear it yet. Today was already a big day for us.

  I knew she’d be upset about me paying off her medical bill, but I had no fucking clue the wrath I would incur in the process. When she said she wasn’t my whore, pain like I’ve never experienced lanced through me. I thought I was going to lose her, so I acted on instinct. I wanted to tie her up and make her listen to me, but I opted to wrap my arms around her and wait out the storm.

  She was so fucking broken, so angry and sad and overwhelmed. While I usually love her passion and fight, I don’t so much like when it’s directed at me. Luckily, she decided to let me in, if only a little bit. When we were in my office today, she told me she trusted me. Her surrender of her body and pleasure pleased me greatly. But tonight, she trusted me with so much more. She opened herself up and trusted me with her complete care, trusted me to provide for her, to be there for her, to love her, even if she doesn’t know it yet. I feel more fulfilled right now than I ever have, like I finally have a purpose. I swear I won’t let her down.

  Luna’s stomach grumbles loudly, making her giggle. God, I love the sound of her laugh.

  “I guess I better feed my little hummingbird, huh?”

  “Yes, please,” she grins up at me.

  I smile and kiss her cute little nose, ridiculously happy that she’s showing me this small sign of trust to provide for her basic needs.

  After the dinner of chicken alfredo I prepared for us, Luna carries our dishes over to the sink and begins to fill it up with water. I get an image of spending all of our nights like this; me cooking and Luna cleaning, or vice versa, or maybe Luna just sitting on the couch and putting her feet up while I do everything. I wouldn’t mind that at all. Suddenly, the picture changes to Luna on the couch reading to our daughter whil
e pregnant with our son.

  I never thought I’d want a family of my own, but the thought of Luna pregnant with my kid stirs an unfamiliar longing deep inside of me. I swear I feel tears gathering in my eyes just thinking about it.

  “Declan, are you ok?” Luna asks so sweetly from where she’s standing at the kitchen sink.

  Instead of answering her with words, I get up and slide my arms around her from behind and kiss her neck before resting my head on her shoulder.

  “I’m just happy you’re here with me. Happier than I have any right to be.”

  She spins around in my arms and gives me a quick kiss, placing her hands on my chest. Luna laughs and I look down to see bubbles from the dish water on my shirt. She scoops some up and wipes it on my cheek, giving me a playful smirk.

  I reach behind her and gather a handful of soap suds and pile them on her head. She giggles and shakes her head out like a dog, sending the bubbles flying all around us. Before I can stop her, she turns around and scoops up water in her hands and flings it at me. I jump back, though I still get a good amount on my shirt.

  I’m momentarily shocked at this turn of events, but I recover quickly.

  “Careful, little girl,” I growl as I stalk towards her. Luna bites her lip and raises and eyebrow in challenge.

  She darts off to the side, trying to get away from me, but I grab a cup she just washed and fill it up with water from the sink and dump it over her head. She shrieks and then belly laughs, wrapping her arms around her tiny waist like she’s trying to contain all of her joy.

  “I can’t believe you did that!” She giggles while wringing out the water from her soaking wet hair.

  “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner. Now I’ll have to take you out of your wet clothes until they dry.”

  Luna tries to get away from me again, but I catch her by her waist and haul her into me for a devastating kiss. She moans as I slip my tongue into her mouth and consume every inch of her. My hands slide down her lithe little body and grip the hem of her baby blue dress, slowly inching it up.

  We break the kiss only long enough for me to take her dress off completely and toss it to the side. Luna jumps up into my arms and hooks her ankles together behind my back. I growl and kiss down her neck as she arches her back and presses her body into mine.

  “Fuck, I need you,” I grunt before nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.

  “I’m yours, sir,” she pants, rubbing her hot little pussy over my stomach letting me know she needs me too.

  “Take a shower with me.” It’s not a question, it’s a command.

  She nods her head and twists her fingers in my hair, pulling me down for another kiss.

  I carry her into the bathroom in my bedroom, only breaking the kiss when I set her down on the counter of my double sink. She claws at my shirt and I help her take it off of me. As soon as it’s over my head, Luna runs her hands up and down my chest and washboard abs.

  “Love your touch, hummingbird. The things you do to me…”

  I groan as her hands trail lower and she palms my already hard cock. I step back, chuckling when she scowls at me. Turning on the shower, I adjust the temperature so it’s hot, filling up the bathroom with steam.

  I quickly get rid of my pants and boxer briefs before returning to undress my little Luna, but I find she’s already beat me to the punch.

  “Bad girl, you’re supposed to let me take off your clothes.”

  “Oops,” she says in a totally fake contrite voice. “Does this mean you’ll have to punish me?”

  “Fuck,” I growl. “Is that what you want? To feel me spank that tight ass of yours?”

  She bites her lip and nods, staring me directly in the eyes, challenging me to take her up on her offer.

  In one quick move, I spin her around and shove her down on the counter so her ass is presented so beautifully for me. Before she has a chance to protest, I crack my hand over her soft flesh, loving the way it jiggles and turns pink.

  Luna cries out in shock, and then lets out the sexiest fucking moan.

  “Again,” she begs.

  I wrap her hair around my fist and tug, lifting her head up so she’s looking at me in the mirror.

  “I’m in control, Luna,” I tell her firmly. “Say it.”

  Her eyes go dark and her nostrils flare. Fucking hell, I love knowing this turns her on as much as it does me. I didn’t expect that from someone so inexperienced and young, but it only confirms that she’s perfect for me in every way.

  “You’re in control,” she says.

  I spank her again, harder this time.

  “Who is in control?” Another spank followed by her gasping for air.

  “You are, sir, fuck, you’re in control, sir.”

  “That’s right.” I shove two fingers in her soaking wet pussy, never breaking eye contact with her in the mirror.

  “Oh!” She cries out at the unexpected invasion. I withdraw my fingers just as quickly and lead her over to the shower, closing the glass door once we’re both inside.

  Water spills over her hair, shoulders, breasts, and lower. I run my hands up and down her slick body and kiss her roughly.

  “You drive me crazy, little hummingbird. Fucking insane,” I growl before kissing her again.

  My hands find her ass, and I lift her up, pressing her back into the wall. Luna grabs my shoulders and hangs on while I kiss down her neck and rub my cock through the folds of her pussy. I feel her flutter around me, trying to suck me in.

  “Your greedy little cunt needs me, doesn’t it, Luna?”

  “Yes, sir,” she moans, throwing her head back and banging it against the wall.

  “Careful,” I whisper, kissing her cheek.

  I continue rubbing my dick through her wet slit, bumping against her clit with each shallow thrust. Luna bucks her hips, trying to position me where she wants me. I sink my teeth into her shoulder, causing her to yelp in surprise.

  “I’m in control, little girl,” I remind her.

  I reposition my hold on her, sliding one hand closer to her center and teasing the split in her cheeks with my fingers. Luna jumps in my arms, making me chuckle darkly. I capture her lips in a scorching kiss while slipping one finger over her tight little rosebud.

  “Declan…” she whispers, breaking our kiss.

  “Do you trust me?” I ask her, hoping her answer hasn’t changed from earlier today.

  “Yes, sir. I trust you.”

  “Good girl.”

  With that, I thrust my hips and rub my cock on her clit while pressing just the tip of my finger inside of her ring of muscles.

  “Oh!” She gasps in surprise. “Oh… my god…” She groans.

  “Mmm… you like that, dirty girl?”

  “I… I think I do,” she replies in complete surprise.

  I wiggle my finger in her ass and slide in to the first knuckle, and then withdraw. In and out I thrust my finger while stimulating her clit, until I’m in all the way. I position my cock at her entrance, taking my finger out and leaving her empty, loving when she whimpers at the loss.

  Then, I slam my dick into her tight pussy while shoving two fingers up her ass.

  Luna screams and cums violently in my arms, her pussy and ass clamping down on me.

  “Declan, sir, fuck, fuck me, oh fuck,” she cries, burying her face in my neck and digging her nails into my shoulder.

  “Jesus, woman,” I grunt, trying to hold on to my release.

  I grind my cock into her cunt, going impossibly deeper. When she’s barely recovered from her first orgasm, I pull back and set a relentless pace, fucking her hard. I leave my fingers buried deep in her ass, letting her adjust to the feeling.

  “Oh my god, I can’t… I’m going to cum again, sir.”

  “No,” I snarl. “Not until I say so.”

  Luna whimpers and clenches around me, her muscles drawn up tight. I know she’s about to explode, but I love seeing her try to keep it at bay.

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��Don’t you fucking cum, Luna. Don’t you dare.”

  I take my fingers out of her ass and grip both of her cheeks in my hands, tight enough to bruise as I jackhammer in and out of her. Luna lets out these pained moans each time my cock bumps up against her cervix. I feel her pussy flutter, her legs squeezing my hips, her tiny little body shaking with the effort of holding back her orgasm.

  “Oh… Oh, oh, please…”

  I withdraw my dick all the way out and then slam into her one last time.

  “Cum for me, dirty girl,” I growl.

  And Jesus, does she cum.

  I feel her pussy knot around my cock, squeezing me so damn tight it hurts in the best way. Luna inhales a sharp breath as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body. She claws at my back, ripping my skin open, making me roar my release and fill her with my seed. I cum so damn hard I feel like I might pass out.

  “Breathe,” I say to myself as much her.

  Luna gasps for air and clings to me as her body trembles with the last of her orgasm. I slide her down my body and hold her close, kissing the top of her head.

  When we both have somewhat recovered, I step back and pour body wash into my hands before rubbing it over the dips and curves of her body. Luna leans into me for support, making me smile at how thoroughly fucked and sated she is right now. When I’m done, she soaps me up and places a sweet kiss over my heart.

  I cup her face and kiss her deeply, passionately, but slowly. One drugging kiss leads to another and another, and before I know it, I’m spinning her around and placing her hands on the wall.

  I sink into her from behind and fuck her slowly with one hand cupping her breasts and the other rubbing circles over her clit. We cum together in a wordless release.

  Gathering up her limp body in my arms, I turn off the water and dry us both off before tucking her into my bed and crawling in beside her. I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her forehead until she finally opens her eyes and gives me a shy little smile.

  “That was amazing,” she whispers.

  “Yeah, sweetheart. It was.”

  She sighs contentedly and I tuck her into my side, running my fingers up and down her back while she traces my tattoos in featherlight touches.