I bite my lip. “I don’t disagree with you on that. But I’ve been thinking. Is that all we are? Just great sex? Is that all I am to you?”
“Is that all I am to you? Look Brett, you were the one who started using me for inspiration for your romance novel. And you’re going to say...I mean what are you asking exactly? I don’t understand. I thought this was the way you wanted it.”
I take a step closer to him and he wraps his arms around me. “You need me to spell it out for you?”
“Yes.” He lowers his hands down my back, and cups my ass through my skirt. I moan a little. I hate that he has such control over me and my pleasure.
“Okay. Well, you’ve said some really nice things about me in the past few weeks. You’ve said how it ‘doesn’t make any sense’ that I exist. But I do exist. And I’m here. And I want you. I like you.”
“Brett. I don’t know what you want from me. You stated what you wanted going into this--a boss with benefits. Someone to play out your sexual fantasies with. I’ve been that person, and I’ve had a great time with you.”
I look into Sebastian’s gorgeous brown eyes. I notice for the first time he’s got flits of blue around his irises, too. “How have I not noticed your eyes have a little bit of blue in them,” I blurt out, squinting.
His expression turns quizzical. “What are you talking about?”
“I notice something new about you every day.” I smile. “I want to keep noticing things about you.”
“Why are you being so veiled right now? You know I don’t understand womanspeak,” he says as he pulls my body into his. I love the way his muscular chest feels pressed up against me when he holds me tight.
I push him away. “I like you, Sebastian! A lot. Of course I like the sex. You’re a freaking sex god. But I want more. I need more, if this is going to work out.”
He pauses and arches an eyebrow. “Work out...like long-term? What do you mean?”
I exhale. I don’t know if he’s deliberately not understanding me, or if real romance beyond hooking up is the one area where Sebastian turns dumb.
“I need a drink,” I say, and head to the bar in Sebastian’s office. I pour myself a ten a.m. tequila, and I feel like I’m in the show Mad Men, where they drink at all hours of the day.
“I’ll join you,” he says. “Pour one for me.”
I pour another and hand it to him. He joins me on the couch, sinking in and putting his arm up along the lip of the sofa.
“Look, I get it,” he says. “What you’re feeling, I’ve been feeling it too. We need to have this talk at some point. So let’s have it. You’re special to me, Brett. This whole thing between us, I know you’ve said you’ve learned a lot. So have I. I mean we’ve lived out so many of your sexual fantasies. Mine too. I feel comfortable with you in a way I’ve never felt with anyone. It’s like the world is our oyster. I’m not sure why I feel so comfortable with you, but I do.”
He fists a bunch of my hair, and my breath hitches. “I feel like I could tell you just about anything too, and you wouldn’t judge me for it.”
His brow furrows and he squeezes my shoulder lightly. “Is there...something you haven’t told me yet?”
I shrug, thinking about a certain fantasy that’s been cropping up in my subconscious lately. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s been nipping at me late at night when I toss and turn in my bed. Now that Sebastian’s opened Pandora’s Box for me, I can’t deny it’s something I want.
Instead of telling him straight up though, I ask Sebastian a question.
“Do you have any hard limits?”
“Hard limits. Let me think. I wouldn't do a dirty sanchez, Cleveland steamer, or probably not the angry pirate—I don’t like those weird ones.”
I roll my eyes. “I'm being serious, Sebastian. I’m going to tell you something but you can't judge me, okay? What’s a Cleveland Steamer anyway?”
“It’s where I take a dump on your chest and then titty fuck you,” he says with a straight face.
“I think I'm going to throw up,” I say. “Does anyone actually do that?”
He shrugs. “Lot of interesting people out there. Personally not my cup of tea but, hey, who am I to judge.”
I shiver. “That’s gross.”
“So that's not what you've been dreaming about? Okay, I think I can get on board with whatever you want then. I'm curious as to why you’re hesitant to tell me. You know you can tell me anything.”
I swallow, and exhale slowly.
“I want to have a threesome.”
The words hang in the air, and second pass.
Sebastian's jaw drops in shock. “Holy shit. Like two girls and a guy?”
“No, like one girl and two guys.”
My face turns bright red as I watch Sebastian process this information.
Sebastian takes a long slow pull on his drink. “As much as I would love to give you everything you want, I think seeing you with another guy is a hard limit for me.”
“Okay. It’s alright. Forget I brought it up. I’m sorry.”
He narrows his gaze at me. “But this is something you’ve thought about. Something you really want.”
I nod. “I think so. But maybe this is where the buck stops. Maybe this is one fantasy that’s truly meant to stay as just that--a fantasy. Maybe this one isn’t meant to be.”
“I want to give you everything,” Sebastian says, his voice more hoarse than usual. “Let me think about it. And let's cool it for now with these daytime meetings.”
“Are you saying you're done being my inspiration for Zane? Most of the book is done, but just in case I want to--” I choose my word carefully, “--revise any scenes with you.”
He chuckles. “I’m saying we should lay low while Human Resources is on the lookout for us. Besides, I want to do something different this week.”
He reaches in his pocket and hands me a key. “Take a break for this week. We've got a lot of work to do on the distillery project and the ranch, so this will be a good time to put our heads down and get work done. Plus, I’m traveling for a few days this week. But now you’ve got the keys to my house. Wait for me on Friday evening there. No more email now. Just texting. Sound good?”
I nod as I take the key. My heart warms that he’s trusting me to be alone in his house. “So you want me to be your little present all wrapped up for you when you get home?”
He puts his finger on my chin and tips me toward him.
“Exactly. Think you can do that?”
“I think I definitely can.” I swallow down the rest of my tequila and plant a firm kiss on his lips. “Now I better get back to the floor. Like you said, we don’t want to be suspicious anymore this week. That starts now.”
I walk out of the office, and the vibe feels a little different from what we’ve been so far. I can't help but think something big is about to happen between us. I'm glad the threesome thing seemed to have been brushed off. Maybe he'll just forget about it, because I'm embarrassed a little bit, to tell the truth.
My mind starts to churn with ideas for how I can best greet him on Friday.
This may be our hottest encounter yet.
20
Sebastian
The end of the week can't come soon enough. After our close call with Bob wanting to report Brett to Human Resources, I decide I need to think over some things.
Our relationship, at least on a sexual level, has been rocketing along.
As my limo driver takes me back to my place where she'll be waiting for me, I look out the window at Blackwell and think about what we could become.
I need to tell her how I really feel. I've been going back and forth back and forth thinking about if she's worthy of the L word. It's a word that I've never told anyone in seriousness.
I was close to telling one girl, years ago, in my early 20s but that never panned out. So now it's just something that I need to tell her.
Truthfully though, I’ve been in love with Brett since the first
time.
She needs to know that in spite of the casualness of this relationship, things have been progressing in a way that--dammit--I could see myself being with her long-term. And I need to know if she feels the same way. Since the beginning, she's made it very clear what I am to her. I'm her hook up buddy and sure I'm also her boss. She's using me as fodder for her book.
And I have a feeling it's going to be a bestseller. She writes with the same hot fire she fucks with. Which is why I need her in my life.
She's so vibrant and bubbly and happy. Not to mention kind, sexy, and beautiful. What more can a man want in a woman?
My limo driver plays a song as if right on cue. “When a Man Loves a Woman.” I have to laugh a little bit. I roll down the divider window.
“Hey Barney, quite a song you got going on there.” I chuckle.
“Oh sorry about that boss,” he quips. “I'll turn it down.”
“No, actually I was wondering if you could turn it up.” I smile.
He shrugs and cranks it up as we arrive at my house. My place is an old colonial style build on the corner of Webster and Main. It’s white with black trim around the windows. My great-grandfather used to own the house before his son sold it when he came on hard times. When I had the money, I bought it from the owner. It's not gated, and it's not a typical billionaire’s house, but it's what I like.
The family history of the place adds a little something special for me. I smile, and I realize why I respected Brett so much when she put her foot down and refused to accept any amount of money for her family’s house.
Some things are just not worth selling.
I like my house even more right now, given that Brett is inside right now, waiting for me.
“Thanks Barney,” I say. “Have a good night.”
“You're not going anywhere else tonight boss?” he asks.
“No,” I chuckle. “I think I'll have quite enough on my plate tonight. You've got the rest of the night off.”
I shut the door, and take a big inhale of fresh air. The sunset ebbs on the horizon, and I can feel the love coursing through me. This is the start of a brand new chapter in my life.
The four words are practically on my lips.
“I love you Brett,” I mouth, whispering the words as I turn the key in the door.
Before I can even turn the knob, it opens, and the most beautiful girl in the world greets me.
“Hi handsome.” Brett smiles up at me, and gives me a kiss on the cheek. My eyes widen when I look down at her and take a closer look at what she’s wearing.
Also at what she’s not wearing.
“Are you only wearing an apron?”
She looks up at me with a little snide glance.
“Well I was making dinner and I didn't want to get my work clothes dirty.”
I sniff. The air smells positively magnificent. “Are you...baking?”
“What you smell is probably the banana bread,” she says. “But I cooked you some steak and mashed potatoes. It’s not much, but I figured you would be hungry after your long flight.”
“Well you figured right. I am damn hungry.” I grab her hips and lean into her body, kissing her against the wall. I slide my hand down the creamy flesh of her luscious ass. “How the fuck did you know this is my ultimate fantasy?”
She arches an eyebrow my way. “Lucky guess.” She shrugs with a smile. “I've always wanted to answer the door like this. And I've been missing you so much this week after we decided to play it cool at the office.”
My cock hardens to a steel rod as we grind against each other, making out. The door isn’t even shut yet.
Brett runs her hand on the outside of my pants tracing the outline of my cock.
“Fuck baby, you’ve got me so hard,” I groan.
“I know,” she snorts, like she’s the snarkiest housewife ever.
“I’m going to have to punish you for that remark,” I smirk.
“Oh really? Well can I do something first?” She grins, and she’s got a devilish look in her eyes. With her innocent blues looking up at me, I feel she’s about to do something very naughty.
“You ready for dinner?” she asks instead, and somehow slips out from my pinning her against the wall and heads to the kitchen.
She seems to have made herself right at home here already. And I like it.
“I have to take the bread out of the oven,” she says, and I follow her into my kitchen.
I watch her bend over to get the banana bread out and set it on top of the oven, and I fucking lose it.
I grab her from behind, and lift her up and onto the marble island countertop.
“What’s going on?” she breathes.
“I’m having an early dinner, that’s what.”
I pull her apron up, spread her legs, and dive between them, licking her clit like I’m starving and she’s the last meal on Earth.
She lets go; grinding into me and fucking my face as my tongue swirls around her opening.
“Oh God, this is so much better when I can watch you,” she moans, grabbing onto my hair.
I pull up for a moment and let my finger linger on her clit. “Is that right? You like fucking my face, do you?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I do.”
“You like fucking your billionaire boss’s face. Well--good news. He likes it too.”
I smile and dive back between her legs, letting loose. As hot as all of our hooking up at the office has been, there’s something about hooking up in the privacy of my house that is liberating.
Although, that damn door is still open. I wonder if the neighbors can hear her scream?
But I don’t really give a fuck what the neighbors think anymore. I love Brett Blue, I love eating her out, and I’d do fucking anything for this girl. Just like she would apparently do for me.
I’m not sure what smells more delicious, the banana bread or her.
I wrap my hands around her ass and thighs and pull her mound into me. She leans back on the marble of the island countertop.
She quivers and shakes, and she comes.
All over my fucking face.
“Holy dear God in heaven,” she mutters, and I don’t know if she’s saying a prayer or what.
Still shaking, she pushes my head up and off of her pussy.
“Had enough?” I wink.
She hops down from the island, her face flushed red.
“Shut up.” She grins. “You and your dirty mouth are going to get me into trouble.”
“How so?”
She kneels down on the floor, unzips my pants, and flops my cock out.
I groan. “I don’t know what this has to do with getting in trouble, but keep doing what you’re doing,” I say.
She starts by licking the shaft of my cock, running her tongue from base to tip, back and forth over and over again. I put my hands on my waist.
“Hang on,” I say. I take a minute to take off my shoes, socks, pants, and everything else that I'm wearing. I want this experience to be just me, her mouth, and that sexy little apron that barely covers her tits. She rubs my cock, now wet with her saliva, running her hand back and forth on my head and shaft cupping my balls as she does it.
“You are so fucking hot right now. You have no clue,” I mutter as she takes me deep into her mouth, tonguing the bottom of my cock as she slides her mouth back and forth. “Do you?” I smirk.
“Ah-ah,” she says, trying to shake her head but it’s hard when she’s got her mouth full.
She bobs back and forth on my hard length and I run my hand through her hair. She’s so good, I can’t help but gyrate my hips in rhythm with her bobbing head, and she takes me deep with each suck.
A few minutes later I’m fucking her face with vigor and she’s gripping my ass with her hands as she sends me to pleasure island.
As badly as I want to come right now, I need to be inside her even more.
Gripping her by the hair, I gently pull her up from her knees. She’s breathing hard.
I spin her around. She puts her hands out to grip the marble island, and I slide my cock into her from behind.
She’s so wet from before, and I’m still slick with her saliva, so I slide right in with ease despite how tight she is.
“Mmm, Sebastian,” she moans, and lays her head on the countertop, her beautiful blonde hair spread out to the side on the table. “Fuck me.”
“God damn I fucking love you,” I mutter to myself, and then realize I haven’t told her yet.
“You what?” she croaks, and her voice fades a little at the end of her sentence as I fuck her harder.
“I said I love...fucking you,” I say, skirting the issue.
“Oh. Me too.”
I thrust into her, my hips slamming into her ass, my cock reaching deeper with every stroke. As I fuck her I bend my body down, pull some strands of her hair out of her eyes, turn her head, and kiss her lips, her face, her neck, anywhere I can touch. She clenches around me as I push into her deeper. This feels so dirty and so right at the same time.
I want more, though. I want to see her face and those perfect eyes as we fuck.
I pull out and direct her to lay on her back on the island. I hold onto her calves as I push back inside of her.
She feels glorious.
Bucking her hips up into me, she grinds her clit up and down on my cock.
She lets out a soft, escalating crescendo of a moan, and it spurs me on.
“Gonna come,” I mutter, and I must sound like a caveman, but that's basically what I’ve become. I fuck her, animalistic, as my orgasm starts to hit. I can't control myself anymore. I smack the side of her ass, I pull her hair, I kiss her wherever I can, I push deep into her as I lose control.
“Oh God, yes,” she mutters.
We tighten our grips around each other and I spurt deep in her. She leans her forehead against my chest.
“God damn,” I mutter breathlessly when we're done. I pull out and grab a dish towel for us to wipe our juices off of each other which we share. Then I kiss her senseless on the lips, not wanting to let go.
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