Touch Me Boss: A Single Dad Office Romance

by Aria Ford

  “I don’t understand, and what does four years have to do with you being some sort of assassin?” I probably shouldn’t have said that. He pushed me back onto the bed, where I lay there with him looking at me like I was some foreign entity to be squashed underneath his shoe “Look, I’m not one to judge and what you do is between you and god. I don’t want to get into the middle of any of this.” I felt like I wasn’t the only one that was running from something. I saw a piece of paper on the night stand. I hadn’t seen it in the dark, but it was flapping from the breeze that was now coming from the half open window.

  “Four years of sobriety flushed down the drain with one drink. I thought that I was through castrating myself for something that I did in the past.” He was looking towards that piece of paper. I picked it up and read the contents to myself. It was a subpoena to appear before a judicial committee against the very commander that had put him through hell in the first place. They wanted his firsthand recollections about how he was forced into killing and torturing those that they needed information from. It didn’t go into vivid detail, but I could see that this had something to do with human rights.

  “I think I understand the reason why you fell off the wagon. You thought that this was behind you, but now you have to dig up the past. It says here that you were supposed to stand in front of the committee yesterday. It also threatens legal action against you if you don’t show up. I’m taking it from the way that you drank yourself into a stupor that you found some other way to occupy your time.” I didn’t even know why I cared, but something compelled me to stick around to see how this was going to play out.

  “I don’t want to relive those days all over again. I don’t have it in me anymore. I’ve cried my last tear over those faces that have haunted my dreams. I’ve learned to live with their condemnation, and the way that they look at me like I am the cause for their family’s dismay. They judge me, and that liquor that I put into my body is my way of executing myself.” I listened and didn’t say anything, because it was not my place to make him feel worse.

  “Lori… Lori… Lori.” I hadn’t told him my name and the sound was not coming from his mouth. I was stunned into silence, as I realized that Timothy had indeed tracked me down.

  Chapter four:

  “I take it that is for you.” I shrank like a violet, until I was down in the fetal position rocking back and forth. “My god, what did this guy do to you to make you feel like you have to hide?” He looked through the curtains, reaching for the nightstand to produce a black revolver that had a sliding clip. “It’s a good thing that you came in here. It looks like he has already busted into your room. I get the feeling he didn’t allow the pesky business of your privacy to get in his way.”

  Timothy had a lot of money at his disposal and he could throw it around to get what he wanted.

  “I can’t let him find me. He’ll kill me and the child.” I touched my stomach, and I reminded myself that this kid needed to survive. “The child is innocent and doesn’t deserve any of this. What’s going on between me and my husband can not bleed into this child. It needs structure and safety, and I don’t think that I’m going to get it from him. He will never accept this child as his own.”

  “I know you’re here. The front desk clerk told me that you checked in last night and didn’t leave. I’m going to find you, and then we’re going to finish this once and for all.” If I could’ve crawled into a hole, I would have done so happily. The only thing separating me from his wrath was a very thin door and a man that looked like he was dealing with a hangover to beat the band. His hand was shaky on the curtain, and he was obviously coming down from a night of debauchery and overindulgence.

  “It’s slowly coming back to me. You and your husband cheated on each other behind each other’s backs. You got pregnant and you tried to make him believe that it was his. Somehow he found out the truth and decided to call you on the carpet. Instead of allowing you to leave gracefully, he wanted to make sure that you couldn’t say anything to anyone. I’m guessing that he’s the type of overprotective, possessive man that doesn’t take kindly to any kind of betrayal.” My eyes were wide open, and I was hugging my knees. I was begging god to let this end. “You can stay sitting there all day, but it’s not going to change anything.” I could’ve said the same thing to him about the subpoena, but I didn’t really want to throw salt in the wound.

  “I can’t get away from him. He’s going to kill me. It doesn’t matter how much I fight back. You can see him yourself, and he’s more than equipped to make short work of me. If you’re thinking that he’s going to be prosecuted for killing me, then you really don’t know what kind of resources he has. He will call in favors, markers that are from high profile individuals with a lot of clout. It wouldn’t even surprise me if he had the Mayor or the chief of police in his pocket. If I don’t do something, then I’m going to be running for the rest of my life. I can’t constantly look over my shoulder to see myself staring down the barrel of a gun.” I took a deep breath, steeled myself for the confrontation at hand, and got up to face my problems head on.

  I went to the window. I could see that he was throttling a young kid with acne problems. “She wasn’t there. You better tell me what I want to know, or things are going to get ugly in a hurry.” He looked like he hadn’t slept, but he was impeccably dressed, as if he was going into the office. “I’m not going to ask you again.”

  The kid was out of his mind and staring at him like he couldn’t quite believe that this man was threatening him with bodily harm.

  “I gave you her room number. If she’s… not there… there’s nothing that I… can do about it.” He had the kid by his lapels ,and the anger in his eyes was making it very difficult not to run out in defense of the kid.

  “You are useless to me. I’m going to knock down every door in this place until I get my hands on her.” He pushed the kid backwards, and he went into the pool.

  “I can’t swim… for god sakes…. I can’t swim.” He was sputtering, and then he went under, the weight of his clothing pulling him down. He came up two more times, begging with his eyes for somebody to help him, and then suddenly Ian took it upon himself to be the hero in this equation.

  He swung the door open and ran, until he dove headfirst into the pool. His heroic efforts had left me a sitting duck. The door was open, and Timothy was staring at me and pointing. “You are exactly what I’ve been looking for. Let’s see if we can’t finish what we started last night.” I had the forethought to grab the door and slam it closed with the lock in place. I heard his footsteps, and then he was knocking incessantly. “Open up and take your medicine like a good little girl. You are really starting to get on my nerves, Lori.” I saw the gun, and I grabbed it. I held it in my hand like it was a life preserver.

  “I’m asking you to let me go and not to come looking for me. I’m not going to try to take half of your earnings in divorce proceedings. Just leave me and the child alone and let us move past this chapter in my life.” The gun felt good and the steel felt cool against my fingertips. I had my finger on the trigger. I backed away from the door.

  “I would really like to be reasonable, but you have gone too far this time. I’m going to bust down that door, and you are going to die at my hands.” I heard the thumping, and I saw that the door was buckling underneath the pressure of his weight slamming up against it. “I would like to say that this is going to hurt me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you.” He continually beat on it, until it started to splinter. He did not give up and as a last ditch effort, I decided to try and put the nail in his coffin.

  “Don’t say that I didn’t warn you.” The gun went off in my hand, and the power that I felt was like an aphrodisiac. I fired the entire clip of eight shots through that door, letting in pin points of light from the outside. There was only silence, and I thought for sure that I had killed him. I made my way over towards the door, holding my breath and then swung the door open.

  His face had
this pale complexion, but he was still standing and looking just as menacing as ever. “Is that… the best that you can do… bitch?” When he talked, blood seeped out of his mouth. “With my last breath, I will end this.” I backed away, and he stumbled forward with his white crisp shirt now crimson. I had no idea how many bullets had actually punctured his body, but at least I could say with some certainty that I did do some damage.

  “Stay away from me.” My hand was shaking on the trigger. I pressed and hoped that there was one left in the chamber. The only thing that I heard were empty clicks and each one made my heart sink a little bit lower.

  He tried to reach for me. I closed my eyes and hoped that it would be over quickly. I had done what I could to survive, but it was to no avail. I felt the cold clammy hand of death on my throat. The gun was swatted out of my hand and any form of resistance had gone out the window with it.

  I heard a thump, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it until I deemed it necessary to open up my eyes. He was on his knees, and Ian was choking him out. Timothy gasped for breath, and then I saw the life in his arms drain away. They fell to his side, and Ian wasn’t letting go.

  “Soldier, I need you to let go. Stand down.” I was using those words that I had heard in several army movies. He looked like he was in his own little world. He finally let go and allowed a gasp of breath to escape Timothy’s lungs.

  He made a call and waited until the police arrived to take our statements. Timothy was taken away in an ambulance, but he was under armed guard. They told me that I would have to testify. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I was going to do what I had to do to protect myself and this child.

  They left and I turned to Ian. It was time to give him some advice. “I think deep down you want to do the right thing. No matter how much it pains you, you need to tell them how your commander took advantage of you in times of war. If it helps, I will be there with you every step of the way.” In the time that I had been with him, I had grown to care for him. I had no idea where my child’s father was, but I was happy to open up my heart to another. He grabbed my hand and then he kissed me like you would see in those movies where the hero got the girl.

  “It would be my honor to have you stand with me, and I will do the same thing for you against your husband.” We had found each other in a world that seemed like it was unforgiving. We were both lost and by finding each other we had a new lease on life.

  It was going to be a long road, but one that we would hold on to each other for support through the entire thing. My child would have a father. Ian was a man that knew what it was to have responsibility thrust on his shoulders. “I’m not sure, but I believe that I might be in love with you.” This took me a little aback, but I threw my arms around him and I was never going to let go.

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  I looked to him and I wasn’t sure, but I believed that I felt the same way. There was still one major stumbling block. “I want to say that we have a future. I’ve never believed in love at first sight, but you’ve proven that sometimes you don’t know what you’ve got until you have it standing right in front of you.” I felt this intimate connection. I had wanted to touch him for some time. “I can’t promise you anything beyond right now. I need to find my baby’s father. You might think I’m foolish for trying to find him, especially after he didn’t stick around long enough to find out he was going to be a father.”

  “Lori, I understand that you feel an obligation to let him know. That way he can decide, one way or the other, if he wants to be a part of this child’s life or not. I think that I might be able to help you out. I have a lot of connections in the military community that might be able to track him down.” He really didn’t have to do that, but I think he understood that this was not about love. “I find you very delectable, and I would love the opportunity to explore your curves.” He made me feel like I was a princess and the only woman in the world.

  “I don’t know why you would even want to be around me after I brought you into something that was none of your business. Most men in your position would turn tail and run away from the kind of baggage that I bring to the table. Not only do I have to deal with an irate rich husband, but I also have a baby with no father.” I felt alone. He wrapped his hands around my waist and held me close to his body. He placed my head on his shoulder. He allowed me the time to collect my thoughts and try to get things settled in my own head.

  “I don’t know what to tell you. Everybody has baggage. We might have a bit more than some that are currently in the dating pool. I’m sure that if any guy or girl got a wind of our baggage, they would want to jump out of that pool as fast as possible.” I felt his hands slinking a little bit lower on my shoulders, until he was at the small my back and making me swoon to his touch.

  I suddenly felt a breeze, and I looked down to see that my clothing had mysteriously started to vanish with his eager and nimble fingers. I looked up to him surprised, thinking of him as some kind of Houdini. He shrugged with this smirk of innocence on his face.

  “I get the idea that this is not the first time that you’ve seduced a woman. I didn’t even know that you did that. I’m standing in front of you with only frilly undergarments on.” I was thankful that I wasn’t wearing granny panties. This was from one of my collections, and to say that it was having the desired results would be a vast understatement.

  I unbuttoned his shirt, seeing his scars and knowing that there had to be a story about each and every one of them. He was going to have to deal with his past, but he wasn’t going to have to do it alone.

  “Let’s just say that I’m very good with my hands and we’ll leave it at that.” He unhooked my bra and my breasts in abundance fell into his hands. He leaned forward, so that he could touch that his tongue to my nipple. It was such a brief flicker that it made my whole body tremble with a need that I had been feeling ever since I saw him in the bar. With shaky fingers, I undid his pants, pulled down the zipper, and then felt the huge bulging presence pressing up against his black briefs.

  “I don’t know why, but I’m nervous. It’s not like I haven’t had a lover before, exhibit A being the result.” I motioned to my belly.

  I reached in to feel his flesh with my fingers. I explored every hard inch, and I came back with a good guess that he was sporting at least eight inches. “It’s just that my ex husband to be and the man that I had sex with were not exactly gentlemen. You have this edge, but you also have this generosity of spirit. I think that you might be the last of the good ones.” I was down on my knees, surveying the situation, and I saw the telltale wet spot where the head was currently touching the waistband.

  “I’m really not worthy of your kind of love, Lori. I never thought that I would be capable of showing anything that would resemble love.” It felt like we were both exploring new territory. I used my hands to pull down his pants and his underwear in one fluid motion. His cock came free and slapped against his stomach. There was a raging bull looking for the comfort of my hot mouth. It wasn’t going to have to wait long. I licked off that first drop on the top. I was rewarded by it being replaced by yet another. It became almost addictive. I squeezed from the bottom to top to get even more. He was not trying to force the issue or grab me and make me do something that I wasn’t comfortable with. He was actually allowing me to enjoy the moment and treat him like my own personal toy.

  “I hope you know that you are driving me crazy. I feel like I don’t even know what to do with my hands.” His words were breathless with a trace of seductive whisper to make it quite known to me that I was doing something right. Inhaling the head, I gave it a bit of suction and felt him buck up against my face to get three or four inches crossing my tongue. It left behind this creamy residue from the top. I savored that taste and reveled in the moment that he would explode with such force that I probably wouldn’t know what to do with it.

  Somehow, I gradually made it down and finally had the first couple of inches including the head inside the tight confi
nes of my throat. I let it linger there for a moment, breathing through my nose and looking up to him to see this blissful expression crossing his face.

  I moved slowly, not in a hurry and I didn’t really want any kind of premature moment. Cradling his balls, I could feel that they were full to overflowing. By pressing down I was able to eliminate the chance that he wouldn’t be able to hold back the flood.

  I heard him moan. His mouth was half open, with his eyes glazed over from the pleasure that I was inflicting on him. I got into a rhythm, something that I had learned to do, and was pleasantly surprised to see that he was too far gone. He had to literally pull me away by cupping his hands on the side of my face. I fluttered my tongue in his direction, letting him know that I wanted to finish what I started.

  “I know that you like that, so why did you make me stop?” I think the obvious answer was the color of his head. It looked like an angry entity about to take its wrath out on me. He was breathing heavy, trying to keep himself calm and allowing the moment to pass without consequence. “I think I understand.” He lifted me to my feet. He pushed against my chest, until I was lying on the bed. He crawled in after me, separating my knees and spreading me out for his inspection.

  He looked like he hadn’t seen a more gorgeous sight in his life. He looked at me like a man possessed. Ian went down and pulled my panties off with his teeth. He shook them back and forth looking like a wild animal about to be unleashed from its cage. “You make me feel like I can tell you anything. I don’t feel that you judge me or condemn me for my actions. I don’t even know if I recognize this person, but I think I like him.” He ran his tongue down my left leg all the way up to where he found me wet and ready. He touched that wetness. I arched my ass off the bed to get him to get even closer. He took that moment to grab me by my ass cheeks. He lifted me, so that his mouth was permanently attached to my overactive sex.