The Perfect Boss

by Brenda Ford

  “So, tell me about your history then. I’m excited to learn all about you.”

  He unlocks the door and takes me inside. Immediately, I’m filled with the image of a happy family here when the boy’s parents were alive. I can picture laughter and fun, lots of excitement.

  “Here is a picture of me and my parents when it was just me…”

  “Woah,” I gasp shocked. “They were young when they had you, weren’t they?”

  “Yes, they were sixteen years old. Still in high school. Quite the scandal, I imagine.”

  I remember myself at sixteen and I can’t even begin to work out what sort of trouble they faced for that. Especially since it was in a different time period as well. They must have been strong people.

  “I can’t believe they stayed together after that. That’s absolutely crazy, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, then they didn’t go on to have Oliver until they were married and settled in with their careers. So, they were both twenty nine years of age. That’s when they didn’t stop and had the twins, Wesley, then finally Nelson.”

  I look into their eyes in the image and just know that they were good people. “I’m sure they would be incredibly proud of you, you know? All of you. You’ve turned out to be great people.”

  “I do wonder what it would be like if they were around now. I’m sure that I would be a completely different person if I didn’t have all of those responsibilities when I was only nineteen.”

  “Yeah, I can imagine.” Who would he have been? Would we still be here now?

  “But they would have loved you.” He turns and touches the back of my head softly. “Because you are lovely.”

  We kiss for a while in front of the picture, clinging to each other as if we are only people left alive. But it doesn’t go too far, it’s just kissing because of where we are. It’s nice though, to just have a moment.

  “So, are you going to show me the rest of the house then?” I murmur against his lips. “I am looking forward to seeing your bedroom. Especially if it’s the one that you had while growing up.”

  “It is actually. Why are we going to play naughty teenagers or something?”

  I giggle and grip on to his hand, willing to play anything with this man. “Come on, let’s see.”

  I end up all hazy and filled with desire as we wander around the house. Much as I’m seriously enjoying learning about him growing up and becoming the man that he is today, I want to grab him and have sex with him already. I want him to just take me up against the wall or anywhere… but then again, I could always take him…

  I’m excited to see up the stairs, to see his room, but I can’t take it any longer. Half way up the stairs, I spin him around and kiss him hard. I’m a stair below him which makes me even smaller, so he needs to bend down even lower to get to me. As he stands back to smile at me, I decide to use this to my advantage. I take another step backwards so I’m even lower and with my eyes locked on his, I fiddle with his zipper.

  “Here?” he gasps with his eyes glazing over. “Really? You are a cheeky minx.”

  “Hmm, maybe I am.” Fuck, I love feeling like that, being able to shock him. This just encourages me more.

  Once his cock springs free and his trousers slide down, I hold him between my fingers, stroking him gently. His hands knot up in my hair and he groans loudly. His eyes fall closed and I can see the intense pleasure in his face from my fingers alone. So, I carry on with my plan and I lean my head in to kiss his tip.

  “Oh wow,” I breathe out, my air tickling his length. “You taste incredible.”

  He’s all sweet and salty, he tastes like desire and it makes my core pulse with need. I want him deep inside me again, but before we get to that point, I want to taste him more. I am nervous, this isn’t something that I have ever done before, but Brad has made me feel sexy enough to try. I continue to kiss him a couple of times first, flickering my tongue out over his tip a couple of times which makes him hips buck towards me, needing more. The animalistic noises flying out of his mouth only encourage me more.

  With a deep breath through my nose, I dart my eyes up towards him and I slide my lips all the way down. It’s hard to reach his base, there’s a moment where I don’t think that I’m going to be able to take him in, but my throat opens up and I take him all the way in. He completely fills up my lips deliciously.

  Then I drag my mouth back, swirling my tongue all the way around him as I go. He moans louder and louder, and his thighs stiffen as the pleasure gets to him. My fingers slide up his legs until I find my hands grazing over his balls. He loves this. I can tell by the way that he endlessly calls out my name.

  “Fucking hell, Tami,” he yells. “You need to stop before I explode.”

  I almost don’t want to. I want to really taste him between my lips, but he takes my head and he pulls me away before I can get too carried away. His hands are shaking. Actually, his whole body is trembling. The lust is really getting to him and I love seeing that in him. I love doing that to him. He’s the big powerful boss man and I’m making a mess of him. The personal assistant – not that I’m that anymore – has her boss at her feet.

  “I need you,” he growls while fisting up my hair and pulling me to him. “I need you right now.”

  He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing and I instantly wrap my legs around him. If I didn’t have my panties on, his soaking wet cock would slip inside of me. It’s a shame really because I’m throbbing desperately for him. Instead all I can do is kiss him desperately and passionately as he carries me in to a room.

  “This is your bedroom?” I pant out as we get through the door. “It’s a nice room. Not like I was expecting.”

  Of course it won’t be like a teen room now since he’s an adult but I was kind of expecting half naked women on the walls. But it’s a huge room with a desk and even a couch in it. Lovely. Much nicer than the small room I have in my apartment, not that he’s made me feel bad about it.

  “You like the mirror over there?” he asks pointing to a reflective surface that is practically a whole wall.

  “Yeah, it’s nice. Why do you ask?”

  He drops me to my feet and struts across the room, coming back with an office chair that he positions in front of the mirror. Then he sits there in front of it with his pants down, looking at me expectantly.

  “You want me to come over there?” I come over a little shy. “Are you serious?”

  He wiggles his finger and I find myself following him like I’m under a damn spell or something. As soon as I stand in front of him, he indicates for me to take my dress off. Because he’s looking at me like I’m a sex goddess, the coyness flows away and I do as he wants, removing the dress. Then the bra and my panties. His eyes pop wide as the light glitters off my skin, making me feel even more beautiful.

  “Turn around,” he rasps. “Sit on me. I want us both to watch.”

  I shudder violently. I don’t know if I’ll be able to be confident with that one. Looking at him is one thing but seeing myself will be something else. I don’t know if I will like it. But then again, I did make the decision that I was willing to follow him in to any journey, so I will give it a go. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell him.

  I turn and see myself, my eyes running over my body curiously as if it’s the first time that I have ever seen it. I suppose like this it is. I haven’t ever seen myself in all my glory before. Also, I’m kinda seeing myself through Brad’s eyes and it isn’t the worst sight in the world. I look kinda good.

  Then Brad grips his hands around my hips, and he pulls me back to him, on to his lap. His cock nudges my entrance. I watch myself as I slide back on to him, the visual working well alongside the physical as he plunges deeply in to me. I cry out, tossing my head back, the ecstasy gripping tight on me. I can see Brad peering over my shoulder, enjoying the sight of us as well. His pleasure is sexy as fuck, especially when he’s looking at me like I’m the only woman left in the world.

  “Shit,” I yell out as my c
ore tightens. “Fucking hell, Brad. That feels so damn good!”

  I lean back, pressing my back against him. One of Brad’s hands slides upwards and reaches my breast. He plays carefully with my nipples, sending wild bolts of pleasure exploding through my chest. His other hand travels downwards and finds my hyper sensitive clit. Everything that’s happened today already has me on fire, so this flaming touch rapidly sends me spilling over the edge in to an orgasm. I can’t take my eyes off myself as I come. I don’t really look like me anymore, I’m a riled up, care free version of myself that I love.

  “I’m falling for you,” Brad whispers to me as I spill over the edge. “I know it’s soon and I don’t expect you to say it back but I am. I just want you to know.”

  I want to reply, to tell him that I feel the same way as well, but I can’t quite get the words out. I’m breathless, blown away, stunned to the core. This is everything that I have ever wanted and more. I feel so fucking lucky.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Tami

  “Hey, you.” I lean against Brad’s door frame with a sultry smile playing on my lips. “You staying late?”

  “Well, since I lost my personal assistant, I have a lot of extra work to do,” he teases. “It isn’t fair.”

  “You haven’t thought about replacing me? I really did have a lot to do when I was working with you.”

  “Yeah, but you aren’t exactly replaceable, are you? I don’t think that I could do it.”

  “Obviously I don’t want you to replace me like that, but it would be good to get someone in, so you have less work. Then I might actually get to spend some more time with you.”

  “You can always come and spend some time with me here, you know? Nothing is stopping you.”

  I glance behind me, my heart racing as I consider replicating our first time. It definitely isn’t a good idea because we got caught last time… but I’m sure there isn’t anyone around this time. Part of what was really fun about us in the very beginning was the taboo nature of us. It would be a thrill to get back there.

  “Well, I wouldn’t want to stop you working,” I declare while strutting into his office with a swing to my hips. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of whatever is keeping you so busy.”

  He pushes his laptop away and grins at me. “As if there is anything more important than you.”

  He grabs me and pulls me on to his lap, dragging me to him for a kiss. I giggle against his lips and roll myself around until I’m straddling across him. There’s a deep sense of danger in the pit of my stomach. I know that I should be scared. Frightened enough to put a stop to this, but his eyes melt me. I become a puddle on his lap.

  “I honestly don’t know how I’m supposed to get any work done with you strutting around the place in dresses like this.” He tugs at the summer dress swooping around me. “Do you even know how hard it is to keep my hands off you? Honestly, today I almost was about to grab you and spread you across your desk.”

  “Mmm, I might have loved that.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “But I can’t imagine what everyone else would say. I don’t think the bitchy girls would be too impressed if we started having sex, do you?”

  He grabs my ass. “Do you even care what they think anymore? I sure as hell don’t care.”

  “I’m caring much less since I haven’t heard anything for a while.”

  I can’t totally relax though. The idea that a message could come through at any moment terrifies me. I jump a little every single time my phone goes off, but I’m sure as time goes on, that will fade. I hope so anyway. I can’t live my life fearing the freaking message tone forever. It’s damn embarrassing.

  With a teasing look in my eye, I slide my fingers between me and Brad, but on my body rather than his. He gives me a bit of a confused look but soon works out just what I’m doing as I brush my fingers over my panties and slowly pull them to one side. I just feel like being wild today, going a bit crazy, to turn him on in a brand new way. I groan with pleasure as I touch my clit through the material, bolting lightning through me.

  “Oh, fucking hell, Tami,” Brad moans. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”

  I lick my tongue along my bottom lip as I tug the cotton to the side, and I feel my wet heat. I feel like I have been turned on all day long, like he’s been teasing me for hours until I can’t take it anymore. My head lolls to the side as I slide my fingers in, massaging my own insides until my fingers soak with need.

  “Oh shit,” I gasp out as I fuck myself a little harder. “Oh my God. Fucking hell.”

  My eyes roll backwards, I’m spinning with dizziness. I can hardly keep myself upwards any longer. Thank fuck he has his hands cupped around my butt to stop me from slipping off his lap. Especially as I bring my thumb in to the mix and I brush it over my clit to send myself even wilder. My sensitive nub is on fire, flames lick all the way over me. There isn’t one part of me that isn’t in heaven. I have spent plenty of time touching myself before, that isn’t new to me, but doing it with someone else is definitely unexpected.

  “Fucking hell, you are sexy today.” Brad leans in and nips my throat. The spike of pain is oddly sexy. I weirdly kinda like it. “Watching you give yourself pleasure is the best thing that I have ever seen.”

  His teeth, tongue, and lips are all over me. I fucking love the sensation. My fingers pick up the pace and I explore myself faster and harder. The fact that there are spikes of pleasure prickling all over me make it far too intense and I can’t hold back any longer. I drag myself under the waters of bliss, I push the desire into my lungs until it’s all that I can breathe in, and it’s wonderful. I want to remain in this place forever. I don’t ever want to let this man go, he is my whole fucking world. He’s everything that makes me happy.

  “Fucking hell, Brad.” I use my free hand to grab on to him with everything that I have. “Fuck me already…”

  But he doesn’t. Not at first. He lets me writhe and thrash through the thrones of pleasure for a little while longer. He kisses me, swallowing up my screams as the burst out from my chest, vibrating to my core.

  Once I’m floating through the gorgeous post orgasmic bliss, Brad lifts me to the floor and spins me around. My palms slap against the desk, my fingers spread apart, so I can keep myself stable. My thighs spread also, automatically waiting for him to slide inside. I glance back over my shoulder, to give him a wink.

  His trousers fall down in an instant. His steel rod makes my heart pound harder, painfully against my rib cage, it slams against the desk as he steps even closer to me. His fingers edge my panties down, and soon I feel him pressing against me, basically begging for entrance. I roll back into him, inviting him in.

  “Fuck me,” I beg, probably a bit too loudly, but we are sure there isn’t anyone around this time. I did check that the office was empty. “Please, Brad, I want you. I want you inside me.”

  He grabs on to the desk beside my hips and he finally thrusts deeply in to me. My hips slam against the desk over and over again as he fills me up, giving me everything that I need and more. My cervix heats up as each thrust spreads the warm bliss even further. I thought that it was done, that I was drained, but yet again Brad has proven me wrong. Yet again he has shown that he knows my body better than I do.

  “Fuck!” I scream out against the wood of the desk. “Fucking hell, Brad.”

  He cries out my name as he stiffens behind me. He clings on to me tightly as we explode at the same time. Shuddering and yelling out together is a really intense experience. There’s something powerful and bonding about it. I reach back and try to grab him, but I can’t. He has me pinned down as he claims me… not that I’m complaining about being claimed by him. There isn’t a better feeling in the world.

  The moment he pulls out of me I spin and finally grip on to him. I hold him tightly to me, hugging him with tears balling behind my eyes. But this time, it’s tears of happiness. I’m so overwhelmed with pleasure and emotion for this man. I just keep getting hit by how
lucky I am to have him in my life. How great it’s all turned out.

  This is why Angelo pushed me towards Brad, I suddenly realize. He wanted this to happen.

  I always thought that it was about my career, but now I can clearly see otherwise. That’s why he wouldn’t let me leave working with Brad because he sensed that we would have this spark. He wanted this to happen. I might have to actually thank him for all of this at some point. It’s worked out amazingly.

  “I’m falling for you too,” I rasp, suddenly realizing that I never answered that last time. “So much.”

  “Are you really?” He sounds thick with emotion as well. “You don’t have to just say it.”

  “Seriously.” I pull back and press my lips hard to his. “I mean it. I really am.”

  The L word floats between us. I just know that one of us could easily break that barrier and just say it already. But I don’t want it to be me. I don’t want to freak him out just in case he isn’t ready.

  “Oh my God,” he laughs. “Is that your phone again? It never stops.”

  My blood runs ice cold. All the good feeling simply zaps away. It probably isn’t anything. Just a message from Ruby or Chelsea or something, but the fear is back. I think Brad might be able to see it in my eyes.

  “Are you okay? Has something happened that I don’t know about?”

  “I just… I need to get my clothes on first, that’s all.” I don’t know why I’m not just being honest. “It’s fine. It will be nothing. Nothing has happened. I’m just… I don’t know. We shouldn’t have done this.”

  He grabs onto my shoulders and gives me a reassuring smile. “I’m here. It’s fine. Don’t worry.”

  Only his words don’t really comfort me at all. But I do what I can to smile back. I pull my clothes back on, but I try not to do it in the biggest hurry, so he doesn’t think that I’m the mess I really am. Then, once I think enough time has passed, I grab my cell phone and I finally reveal the message that has caused all of this.