by Gabbi Wright
But she didn’t have much time to focus on his books. He’d gone to his closet and pulled out a large, white, fuzzy bathrobe. She would have rather pictured him in it, rather than her, but that wasn’t going to happen.
“Here we go,” he said.
“Thank you.”
They stood there staring at each other. That mischievous smile crept across his face again, and as he spoke the next words, an almost unbearable heat flooded her entire body.
“Take your clothes off,” he said, “And dance.”
CHAPTER 12 – ANTHONY
The entire time Brooke spent in Anthony’s presence; he’d been trying to read her.
Once out of her winter coat, he became more and more aware of how attracted to her he was. He loved how she blushed so easily, the color of her cheeks giving her an almost naive innocence. She blushed almost every time she looked at him.
It felt almost as if she had a crush on him.
The thought flattered him more than he was willing to admit to himself. She… was beautiful.
There, he’d admitted it to himself. She was now something than his employee.
But every time she brought up the note, she acted as if she were afraid he’d use his note power to make her do something that would be taking advantage of her.
And she seemed to be hinting that was what she wanted, what she had intended all along.
He loved her sense of humor. She was somebody he could happily spend hours with. Except, was she actually comfortable around him? Did she still see him as her boss?
And this was going to make work so much more awkward when he arrived back at work after his vacation.
When he’d told her to dance, she’d choked on her coca, and he knew he’d overstepped.
She certainly hadn’t expected that. She’d acted like cleaning his house had been exactly what she’d been thinking all along but didn’t really want to do it.
That would certainly have changed the feeling of this being a date. Clean my house while I watch a movie and read a book. I’ll get you home before bedtime.
Yep, that would’ve been a great day for her.
When he’d pulled the robe out for her, and turned, he could see just how aware she was of the room they were in. Her cheeks were red, and she’d bit down on her bottom lip, and damn, suddenly she was something other than attractive. She was sexy.
He couldn’t deny his attraction now. He’d thought about abusing the note… just a little, maybe.
The thought of her stripping turned him on, more than he had expected. Just the tiny thought of her taking off that ugly sweater had him hard.
And maybe he would tease her, just to see where things went. Maybe, just far enough to have some fun, but not so far as to hurt her feelings, and certainly not beyond what she was willing to do.
But he was going to find out where that line was.
Even though he shouldn’t. Even though there would be consequences back at the office.
CHAPTER 13 – BROOKE
“Take my clothes off, first?” she asked, “and then dance?” Her voice was almost a squeak.
She should tell him no.
She didn’t want to, though. His cheeks, too, were flush, his eyes hinting of attraction, and lust.
Her boss wanted her.
She’d wanted him to want her, and suddenly this date felt like a rollercoaster. It had been a long, slow climb to the top, and now suddenly they were rushing forward out of control.
“No,” he said, “At the same time. Strip for me.”
She could say no and end this. She could grab the robe and go to the bathroom to change, and then go clean his house. Even if it didn’t need it.
No. She didn’t want to clean his house. She looked down and accidently at his crotch. She could see the bulge of his desire, and suddenly it was way too warm in the bedroom.
Strip. Okay, let’s do this. Let’s give him what he wants and see where this goes.
But what exactly do I want?
She knew what she wanted.
Brooke started slow. If there was anything that she’d gotten from apps like Tik Tok, it was a bunch of silly dance moves she thought she’d never use.
And oh god, it felt so awkward. It certainly didn’t feel sexy as she slowly started to peel the sweater off over her head while dancing at the same time.
He leaned against the closet doorway. Yes, he was enjoying this.
And, surprisingly, she enjoyed it to. She enjoyed having his attention. Not just from the dance, but from the entire day. He’d given her all of his attention. And now, she realized she had him completely transfixed.
He might’ve been a gentleman all day, yet somehow, she felt as if she’d seduced him. She felt more wanted than any previous encounter in her life. He only had eyes for her.
It emboldened her.
Brooke dropped the sweater to the floor, dancing before him in her pants and black bra. She popped open the top button of her jeans, suddenly very aware once again of the huge wet spot on her crotch. From the hot cocoa. The cocoa had soaked through to her panties, too. How sexy was dancing while it looked like she’d peed her pants?
And yet he didn’t laugh or tease her. His open admiration for her body only fueled her on. Her pants fell to her ankles, and she was happy she hadn’t listened to Emily and worn large underwear. She’d thrown on a pair of white ones, a pair she’d hoped he’d find sexy. She stepped out of them and toward Anthony.
“Any other orders?” she asked.
He grabbed her by the wrists. Though firm, he held her gently. He leaned in to kiss her.
Brooke pulled away from his mouth. “No,” she said, Not unless it’s an order.”
“Very well then,” he said, “Kiss me.”
Only then did she allow him. He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms about her back and waist, trapping her within his embrace.
He stole her breath, kissing her with such passion it caught her off-guard.
And she instantly melted against him.
Brooke’s desire for him matched his. She’d fantasized about this moment, and now that she’d plunged herself into her dream date, it was better than she ever could have imagined.
Her crush actually desired her back.
He might be the one giving orders, but she needed more. She slid her hands between them, unbuttoning his shirt, opening it to feel skin on skin, flesh against flesh.
He moaned, and flipped turned them around, pinning her between the bedroom wall and his body.
She gasped for breath, sucking in on his lip, sucking on his tongue. He smelled delicious, a combination of cologne and his own scent.
Brooke pushed her hands down to his waistline and seized the top of his jeans, popping open the button, and dropping his zipper. His bulge pushed against her fingers through his underwear. He felt so hard, and it awakened an ache in her, a need she had to fill.
His thumbs hooked in her panties, pulling them down.
“Get on the bed,” he said, breaking the kiss.
She paused only to drop her panties and remove her bra, then sat down on the bed. It felt wonderfully taboo to strip in front of her boss, even though she could hardly believe she was going through with this. As he approached, dropping his jeans, she admired his beautiful physique, his broad shoulders and chiseled chest.
Her eyes didn’t dwell long though. Freed from the confines of his underwear, his desire for her was fully on display, his erection long and hard.
She moaned with desire, wanting him to take her. She wanted him to pound her. It had been so long since she’d felt the touch of a man, so long since she’d felt desired.
She reached for him, welcoming him to take her. He crawled onto the bed, a hand on each side of her waist. “Lie back,” he said.
“You’re getting the hang of this giving orders” she replied, reclining.
Anthony crawled over her, brushing his lips across hers. “I believe you promised anything I want, right?”
“Yes.” My god, it was hard to catch her breath.
“And I want you.” He spoke softly, and his words held the hint of a promise of his own.
She leaned up to chase after his lips, but he sat up between her legs.
Anthony placed his lips in the short-trimmed bush just above her pussy.
She briefly wondered if she tasted like cocoa.
She almost giggled, but then he pressed his lips against the soft folds of her pussy, gently. Just a kiss.
And then another gentle kiss, and she felt herself swell with need.
Brooke ran her fingers across his shoulders as he continued to tease her with his lips, one tender kiss after another.
His kisses came faster, spreading her open.
He added tongue to his kisses.
She arched her back, pushing herself against his mouth as his tongue slid inside her pussy. He only teased at first, a gentle darting of his tongue, in and out, then turning to longer strokes up to her clit.
Each stroke of his tongue ignited pleasure, building it up stronger and stronger. She had wanted him completely, he wanted ger to take him. He ignited a furnace within her core that built and built.
At first, she fought it. I can’t orgasm in his face. I can’t.
But she wasn’t in control.
He was.
Anthony must have sensed her nearness. He moved his lips to her clit and sucked in on it, flicking his tongue against it until she knew the fight was lost.
She wrapped her fingers in his hair, feeling the torrential release of pressure as she climaxed, gushing against his face.
He rode her orgasm, hands under her ass, pressing her against his mouth.
When he finally rose from between her legs, her body trembled with the aftershocks.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
Kneeling between her legs, he was the most beautiful thing on earth. “Yes, please.”
“Tell me what you want.”
She could hardly catch a breath, let alone think. And here he was, demanding her to speak her insecurities. She wasn’t one to take control. She wanted him to take her… but could she say it? Could she be so forward?
“I… want you.”
“You have me,” he teased. “What do you want?”
“You know what I want.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you inside me.”
“And?”
Brooke leaned up and dug her nails into his arms. She brought her face an inch from his and desperately demanded, “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Anthony. I want you to pound the hell out of me.”
He placed a hand behind her neck and kissed her, tongue darting into her mouth, guiding her back to the bed.
The feel of his skin against hers had her desire rising rapidly again. His mouth had left her shuddering but hadn’t quenched her need for him.
He paused, getting up and grabbing a condom. She’d almost forgotten the need for protection. She might not have even stopped him if he hadn’t.
But he was fast, returning to her, taking his place above her.
His cock pressed against her pussy. She was so wet he met no resistance, slipping into her easily.
She ached for him so desperately, her pussy muscles clenched against him as he pushed in deeper, filling her with a satisfying completeness. His mouth met hers, their tongues playing against the other’s, as their hands sought to learn every inch, every curve of the other’s body. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with fingertips and thumbs, sending electric tingles of pleasure everywhere coursing through her, everywhere.
She reached around, grabbing his ass, digging her fingers in, forcing him to thrust faster.
“Fuck me hard,” she ordered. She pleaded.
His rhythm increased, thrusting harder and harder. He felt so deep, clear to her womb. He moved his lips to her neck as he thrust had and harder, until she could almost hear the slap of their thighs over his moans and her gasps and screams.
As another orgasm left her trembling and wriggling beneath him, he didn’t let up, holding onto her, refusing to let her pleasure dip. She feared her screams of passion must surely be deafening him, but he didn’t complain.
She felt him lose his rhythm, swelling within her, she wrapped her legs about him and held on. She felt his massive cock pulsing within her, and she came again, climaxing with him.
He rolled from her and collapsed by her side, breathing heavily and covered in sweat.
Brooke nuzzled against him, delighting as he accepted her into his arm, pulling her against his chest where she could listen to his heart.
Does it beat now for me, she wondered.
Hers now beat for him.
And that scared her.
CHAPTER 14 – ANTHONY
The press of Brooke’s body against his felt natural. It felt right. I can make this work, he thought, I could make an office romance work.
Hell, his partner, Mike, had always encouraged him to meet somebody wherever he might. Love didn’t care where you met the right woman.
He’d always tried to separate work from his love life, and that certainly hadn’t worked out for him.
And now, by a twist of fate, a new woman had fallen into his arms, literally gifting herself to him. How crazy was that?
For one day, he reminded himself, that’s all she’d promised.
But she hadn’t promised this, had she? Had this been what she had meant? Was she this forward? He still didn’t know her that well.
He wanted to believe this was just for him.
He kissed her forehead. She was as covered in sweat as he was. Their breathing had begun to slow.
She looked up at him and that beautiful smile melted his heart.
He was leaving on a trip in less than twenty-four hours. Maybe he’d have his mind cleared by then.
But there was plenty of time to not even worry about that either, for the moment he could just enjoy this moment, cuddled up next to Brooke.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, running a fingertip lazily across his chest.
“Oh, nothing, and everything, I guess. I’m thinking this is turning into a very nice Sunday. I know you didn’t mean this, when you promised anything for a day, but there aren’t regrets are there?”
Brooke leaned on an elbow so she could stare more easily into his eyes.
Those deep blue eyes reminded him of a lake he used to visit in the mountains, when sometimes the wind would still, and the clouds would part and the waters would become this magnificent blue that would mirror the sky. That’s what those eyes reminded him of. He’d loved that place. He couldn’t even remember the name of it, they had stopped going there while he was still in Elementary school. Yet he could still remember that…
“No, she said, “No regrets. And no, this is not what I meant. I thought Monday you could have me bringing you coffee or making photocopies. That’s what I’d told Dina. She’ the one who pointed out that it could be misconstrued.”
“Yes, I think it was completely misconstrued,” he chuckled, “Here we are. And honestly, I decided I’d just like your company. I never planned to ask you to take your clothes off, but when you teased me…”
“Oh, come on, you didn’t even think about it? It never even crossed your mind that you could completely take advantage of me? I mean, I’m so innocent…”
“Yes,” he admitted, “I definitely thought about it. But! In my defense, you are very attractive, and I can’t deny that my mind wanders. And I’m not sure how innocent you are. What even gave you that idea? To gift a note? Am I just the lucky one to have my name drawn? Or…”
“Or what,” she asked with a laugh, “Would I have given it to somebody like Gary? Or your partner? No, I would have given them the lavender bath bomb I’ve been keeping in my desk drawer for just such an occasion.”
“A bath bomb?”
“Absolutely! I read this article that more and more men enjoy such pleasures. Just to warn you, though, you’
ve used too much of the note so it’s too late to trade.”
“Damn, you had me interested.” He gave her a squeeze to let her know he was joking. Just in case. “There’s always next year, I guess.”
“I can’t lay here any longer,” she said, twitching, “I’ve got to pee. Excuse me.”
He watched her quickly slip out to the master bathroom, staring at that perfect ass and finding himself lusting after her again. He appreciated her not bothering to grab his bathrobe, that she was comfortable enough around him that she didn’t mind flaunting that perfect body of hers.
He could die happy staring at her.
That was a crazy thought. He didn’t know her well enough to think thoughts like that. He’d once felt similar to Sheryl, but he’d thrown that away. Of course, Sheryl had a completely different personality. And then there was just how compatible they’d been in the first place.
He wondered though, once the newness of the relationship wore off, would he once more slip back into the ‘work comes first’ mindset?
Or would he end up chasing her away too?
He got up, giving her time to do her business, and followed her in. He also did not bother with a bathrobe.
She smiled as he entered. “Good thinking,” she said, let’s grab a shower together.”
“What makes you think that’s what I was thinking?”
Brooke wrapped her arms about him. “Because I knew what you were thinking when you got me in the bedroom. Our minds think alike.”
“Oh great, then I think we’re both in trouble.”
She laughed and split away, heading for the shower. He didn’t mind spending more time with such beautiful company.
But there was that thought again… could he really offer a woman his love? Did he have it in him anymore for a real, long-term relationship?
CHAPTER 15 – BROOKE
Shower sex wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, but it sure was fun trying, and the fact he was ready to go again so soon was a delightful discovery.
Afterward, they regrouped in his living room, her in his bathrobe, and he in a pair of sweats, no shirt, and cuddled once more in front of the fire. The feel of reclining against his chest was something she could get used to. She could still hardly believe she was really in his arms, that she had somehow, through her fateful note, actually managed to bring a fantasy to life. How in the world had she changed the world to live out her dream?