by Terry Towers
"Lean back on your elbows."
She did as told enjoying the demanding part of Gabriel's personality as she stared wide-eyed at him, breath bated anxious to see what he had planned for her. The clasp holding the bra together was in the front, so with a flick of his index finger it came undone, and her breasts sprang free for him.
She shuddered as he ran his finger between her amble breasts. Closing her eyes and arching her back, she let her head fall backwards as a soft moan escaped her lips. She needed him to touch her, to touch every inch of her body. Needed it more than she'd ever needed it from anyone before. "Please," she gasped. The anticipation was near killing her.
"Mmmm. I like hearing you beg," he murmured as his hands palmed her breasts, rolling her large pink nipples into long tight nubs. She moaned softly, spreading her legs to relieve the building pressure between them.
Releasing her breasts, he grabbed her bottom, and pulled her groin tight against the ridge of his cock, while his mouth lowered to the first nipple. She moaned louder as his lips took in her tight nipple sucking hard, so hard she cried out from the pleasurable and the pain it caused.
"Oh God, Gabriel!" she gasped. His one hand moved from her bottom to slip under the waistband of her jogging pants to cup her mound.
Dropping the first nipple from his mouth, he pressed a string of soft kisses across her chest to her second nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he nipped at it lightly causing her to cry out again.
She needed more. Needed him - desperately. She began to move against him, her hips bucking against his groin and enticing his cock. Again, the thought that he was her boss popped into her mind. She managed to push it to the back of her consciousness, as his fingers spread the lips of her pussy and he plunged two fingers deep into her wet core.
"Fuck my hand baby," he growled as he let her nipple slip from his mouth to claim her lips once more.
Oh, God! She bucked hard against his hand, her needy pussy wanting more, wanting his thick shaft thrusting into her. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her as his fingers expertly stroked her inner wall.
She was coming closer, so close she could barely breathe. "Oh yes Gabriel so good," she cried out breathlessly, her hands fisting the edge of the dresser. Her body began to tense and just as she was about to explode, he quickly slipped his hands from her. Beth wanted to cry out in frustration, damn he was cruel!
He chuckled softly as his lips made their way down the front of her neck, to her chest. She expected him to stop there but he didn't. He trailed a string of kisses between her generous breasts and slowly moving lower, down her torso and to her stomach.
I need to stop this! But her protest never made it to her lips. Beth bit at her lower lip and looked down him watching as he worked his way down her body. The anticipation was excruciating.
Once his lips reached the waistband of her jogging pants he grasped the top her pants and glanced up, his hunger filled eyes catching hers, seeking her approval before continuing. Beth released an unsteady sigh. "Please," she whispered. The voice at the back of her mind pleaded for here to reconsider. It told her this was only going to get her hurt in the end, but she ignored it. Her body was in control now.
No further incentive was needed. Gabriel slowly slid her pants down, kissing his way lower as her skin was revealed to him. Beth watched him, her heart racing, chest heaving and pussy throbbing. As she watched him strip her pants from her, she found herself grateful she'd taken the time that morning to shave, so her mound was now smooth and bare for him.
With her pants off he tossed them to the floor with her t-shirt and spread her legs wide. Gabriel slipped his index finger along her slit, from her anus to her clit, gather her juices and driving her near insanity with need for him. Bringing his finger to his mouth he sucked it in.
"As good as I expected you'd be."
Oh-my-God! His eyes caught hers once more and her breath hitched in her throat as he fell to his knees, spread the lips of her pussy and licked the length of her. Beth moaned loudly, closing her eyes and tossing her head back.
He licked her length again, this time taking a moment to tease her clit with his tongue, flicking and circling the swollen nub, until she was writhing and bucking against his mouth.
"My God, Gabriel! I'm so close!"
Why couldn't he just put her out of her misery? Why tease so cruelly?
Again, he licked the length of her, but this time he returned to her opening. Just when she thought she couldn't take another moment of his sweet torment, he thrust his tongue deep into her, burying his face between her legs. She cried out and gripped the edge of the dressed tightly.
"Is this what you want Beth?" he asked and began to tongue fuck her.
"Oh yes, yes, yes." That and so much more! She wanted him naked, she wanted to feel his hot, beautiful body on hers, she wanted him everyway and everywhere. She would happily tried everything in the drawer if he promised the pleasure would never stop.
As his tongue was rapidly bringing her back to the point of orgasm, his fingers pinched and rolled her quivering clit between them, adding to the rush of sensations vibrating through her body. Her stomach was in knots, her arousal hitting the point of no return.
"Come for me Beth," he ordered as he replaced his tongue with his fingers and then sucked on her clit.
His voice, soft and seductive was all she needed. She screamed out his name as her body tensed, and her pussy tightened around his intruding fingers. Seconds later, her body erupted, and her juices rushed from her, coating his fingers and dripping down her ass.
"That's so good baby," Gabriel whispered, lapping up her juices and then moving back up her body to capture her lips with his own. His lips and tongue tasted of her and it was so arousing she could feel the fire between her legs immediately ignite once again and her need for him grew instead of wane.
When he finally pulled away from her, she was left breathless and needy for more.
He touched the side of her face with his hand and looked down at her affectionately as he straightened up. "I have a couple of things to do in my office. Could you start supper and have it ready for me in an hour?" He gave her another quick, chaste kiss. "I can't wait to see what Peter taught you today."
Turning he made his way to the bedroom door, leaving her light-headed and still yearning for his touch, naked and spread wide on his dresser.
He stopped at the doorway of the bedroom, turned back and flashed her a devilish grin, his eyes sweeping the length of her naked body. "And by the way... the socks and t-shirts are in the third column of drawers."
Beth groaned in frustration. What in the hell had she done? What had just transpired was the exact opposite of what she'd been trying to avoid. Did she want to play? Oh, good God! Was what just happened a teaser for what he wanted from her? Slipping from the dresser, her legs felt like jelly under her and she had to grasp the edge for support. Once she felt steady on her feet she ran a shaky hand through her hair as she gathered up her tossed aside clothing. Could the past few days have gotten any crazier or more confusing? She doubted it.
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Finishing up with the work he'd left undone to come home early that day, Gabriel changed out of his suit and into a pair of jeans and t-shirt before heading back downstairs to check on the progress of dinner. Pete had given him a good report on her lesson for the day so he was anxious to see the results. According to Pete - based on their first lesson - her biggest problem was her confidence, but in contrast her eagerness to learn was her greatest strength.
As he approached the kitchen the mouth watering aroma of scallops drifted to him causing his stomach to grumble. He didn't enter immediately, instead he leaned his left shoulder against the archway, crossing his arms over his chest and watched her busying herself. His hunger for food was immediately replaced with a deeper, more feral hunger.
It had taken every ounce of strength he possessed to pull himself away from her earlier. He feared he'd seriously overstepped his boundar
ies with her, but she was so receptive and those soft, sweet moans had driven him near insanity. He swept his tongue across his lower lip and could still faintly taste her and his dick began to harden as a result.
Ahhh, fuck!
Gabriel loved watching her as she attended to the meal. Her forehead creased as she concentrated on what she was doing and she caught her lip between her teeth as she presumably tried to decide if the risotto was cooked properly. However, from where Gabriel was standing, it was the scallops that she needed to be more concerned about.
He rushed over to the stove and removed them from the heat, just as she turned to do so herself. She gasped, surprised to see him appear behind her.
"Baby, they were seconds from being burnt," he explained giving her a smile.
Her face flushed; an attractive rosy colour. "I'm sorry, I was just about to get to them. I was just..." She motioned to the risotto.
"I know." Grabbing a spoon from the drawer holding the utensils, he dipped it into the risotto and tasted. "That is excellent. Creamy. Cooked perfectly, I'm very impressed."
Beaming, Beth looked up at him her blue eyes shining with pride. "Really?"
"Definitely." He dipped the spoon in once more and brought it to her lips. "Try it."
She opened her mouth for him to feed her the risotto. She chewed and swallowed, her smile widening as she nodded her confirmation.
"See, what did I tell you. Even a woman who burns bacon and toast and whose speciality is," he cocked an amused brow at her, "mac and cheese can work wonders in the kitchen under the right tutorage."
"Thank you."
Grabbing a knife from the utensil drawer he sliced one of the scallops in half and popped it into his mouth. Spearing the other half with the fork in hand he offered it to her. She opened her mouth and accepted his offering.
"Also nicely cooked. The flavour is stunning."
"Need I remind you that if you hadn't been here to save the day you would have had burnt scallops," she reminded him, but her wide smile and the hint of pride in her eyes were in contrast to her words.
"Give yourself some credit," he said bumping her hip with his, subtly pushing her out of the way and plating up the food for them both, "you did a good job and I know that by the time Pete finishes with you Monday the fillet I expect from you that night will be equally as good - if not better."
She watched him intently as he expertly plated the food, garnishing it with such finesse that when he was finished it looked as though it would be something served straight from The View.
"You really know your way around a kitchen," Beth commented as he added the finishing touches and carried their plates over to the small kitchen table.
Gabriel grinned at her and gave her a wink, before opening up the wine cabinet to select a wine for the evening. "Let's just say cooking is a passion of mine. One I don't have the luxury to indulge in."
"So again, why me? Why not someone who doesn't need to be trained?" She asked slipping into one of the kitchen chairs.
Selecting a bottle of white wine he grabbed a corkscrew from the counter and made his way over to her and the table. "I could," he started, screwing in the corkscrew, "but I seriously doubt I'd enjoy their company nearly as much as I do yours." His eyes caught hers as he gave the cork a jerk, opening the bottle.
He guessed her mind went rushing back to their little encounter because she diverted her gaze and ran a nervous hand through her long locks. Fuck! And double fuck! He growled at himself as his jaw clenched. He didn't want her to be uncomfortable being around him and that was exactly what he'd done. We'll talk and get this straightened out after dinner, he told himself as he grabbed her wine glass and poured some out to her.
Chapter 6
As Beth made her way to the outdoor swimming pool where she was supposed to meet Gabriel, she still felt uneasy and the black bikini she was wearing was only a small part of the reason. A combination of embarrassment over her wanton behaviour with him earlier and the feelings that were beginning to form within her for him were clouding her judgement. Was she a fling? Was she an employee that things just got out of hand with? Did he usually participate in sexual activities with the women who worked for him?
Her face blanched. Oh-my-god! What if he hired me with the sole thought in mind of having me here for a quick fuck whenever he had the urge for it? The thought was like having a knife jabbed into her stomach.
I have to discuss this with him. I have to make sure.
Her mouth fell agape when she opened the back patio door and stepped out into the warm night air. A soft seductive melody played from hidden speakers and the pool area was lit by tiki torches along the parameter. Combined with a cloudless, starry night sky, it was beautiful in its simplicity. The shimmers of light as the full moon bounced off of the water only added to the romantic atmosphere. She groaned inwardly, could this get any more uncomfortable?
Slowly making her way, with towel in hand to the pool, she watched Gabriel swim laps, his strokes long and powerful. His body appeared to glide over the water. As she stepped down the final step she leaned a shoulder against the porch railing and watched him.
Sensing her arrival, Gabriel finished his final lap and then pulled himself out of the water, in one swift, powerful motion. The water glistened like small diamonds over his body as it ran down his muscular torso to disappear into his forest green swim trunks that rode dangerously low on his hips.
My God, he's gorgeous! She immediately felt a stirring between her legs. Did it really matter why he wanted her there? He wanted her, wasn't that enough? No! No, it's not, a voice in the back of her head screamed out to her, shaking her loose of the trance she'd been in while watching him.
He looked up and his dark eyes caught her. "Come on over the water is perfect tonight," he motioned for her to join him as he sat by the edge, his feet dangling into the pool.
With hesitation she made her way over to him aware that his eyes were examining every inch of her body as she walked. With this knowledge she squared he shoulders and tried to appear more confident than she really was. Placing her towel on the cool cement, she sat down beside him, letting her feet dangle into the water. He wasn't kidding it was just warm enough to take the cool edge off, but cool enough to be refreshing.
"That suit looks... amazing on you Beth," his tone of his voice was low and silky smooth to her ears.
The flutters in her stomach joined the growing ache between her legs. She groaned inwardly. Why did he have to be so damned sexy and charming and... Ugh!
"What's the matter?" Gabriel frowned as he looked over at her.
"I..." she looked over at him and sighed.
"Oh. This is about earlier?"
"Yeah." Taking a deep breath in Beth decided to simply get it out in the open and be done with it. "Why did you hire me?"
Gabriel's frown deepened and as he opened his mouth to speak she held a finger up to his lips. "Don't lie to me."
Taking her hand in his, he kissed the back of her hand lightly. "I like you Beth."
I would fucking hope so all things considered! A small jolt of anger welled up within her. Whoa, where did that come from? Part of Beth wanted to forget about being confrontational and let it go. He looked so genuinely concerned that it tugged at her. But the other part, the more dominant part needed to know the truth.
"But what am I exactly? I joked the other day that I was like a wife without the sex and well... I have a feeling that is where this is headed. The sex part."
His jaw clenched, but he held her gaze, nodding. "And..."
Beth groaned loudly. "Don't you see how wrong that is? This is a sexual harassment suit waiting to happen! Do you have relationships like this with all your cooks slash maids slash personal assistants?"
A grin touched his lips and amusement shone in his eyes as he cocked a brow up at her. "Are you planning to press sexual harassment charges Beth?"
Beth laughed at the silliness of it all. When thinking back to earlier that day,
he hardly forced himself onto her. She had more than welcomed, hell she practically begged for it! "No, of course not." She narrowed her eyes at him, "You don't think that it was a little inappropriate? I've been on the job for less than twenty-four hours and you've already seen me naked and..." she could feel the heat rush up to her cheeks, and the desire within her rose as visions of him between her legs came rushing back to her.
"Perhaps it was a little... inappropriate. Does that have to mean it was wrong?"
"Well tell me this," she countered. "The last person you had working in my position. Did you have the same type of working arrangement as you do with me now?"
He chuckled, giving her hand a light squeeze. "Well, to be honest, the last person was a sixty-five year old woman named Gretchen, who quit because she and her husband were moving to Florida. She arrived at 6am and left at 5pm and I assure you I had no desire to touch her in any way inappropriately."
Beth rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help but laugh a second time. "Please don't make me laugh, I'm being serious."
His attempt to keep a stern expression was nearly as humorous as his words. "And so am I. She was the sweetest woman, been with my family for decades, she practically raised me, but she just wasn't my type. Don't get me wrong knee high stockings can be extremely sexy..."
Pulling her hand from his she gave his shoulder a playful swat, still giggling. "Stop. I get it!"
"But why hire me," she stressed the 'me' part. He was being intentionally elusive, but there was no way she could let it go without a satisfactory answer.
He leaned back on his elbows on the towel he'd laid out previously, causing her to lean back as well, turning to her side facing him, bracing her head with her hand, to watch his expression as he talked. "I've had a slight," he cleared his throat, and even in the dim light of the torch fires, she could see his face redden slightly. It was apparent he wasn't very accustomed to explaining himself to anyone. "A slight crush, if you could call it that, for you for some time now."