Boss's Intern: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Arlo Arrow

  “Don’t worry about them,” I say. “I don’t care. Plus, they won’t find out. We’ll make it quick.”

  “This feels so… adult,” she whispers, giggling.

  I chuckle. “You’re about to find out what that really means.”

  Our bodies collide. My mouth smashes onto hers. It opens for me and she kisses me back. Our tongues are a whirlwind, twisting together.

  Her hand goes right for my cock, but she’s not satisfied with grasping it outside my pant leg. She stuffs her hand behind my belt, behind my waist band, and soon, her hand is on my naked cock.

  “That’s just what I was hoping for,” she says, her voice throaty and intense.

  I kiss her neck passionately, my hands cupping her breasts.

  She’s moving quickly, sliding down. She’s on her knees, her skirt just above them, touching the floor.

  Her breasts push against my legs. She’s undoing my belt rapidly, her hands fumbling at my button and my zippers.

  She’s got my cock out in a flash. My shirt tails hang down to the sides.

  Her hand is gripping the base of my cock. Hard.

  Her mouth drops down around it, providing a wet, warm softness that juxtaposes great against the tightness of her hand. But her hand is so delicate and soft, it could never be harsh.

  Her mouth is tight. Her lips are tightening. Her tongue is doing something. Damn, can she give good head.

  I can’t help it. I start bucking my hips, and soon I’m fucking her mouth, thrusting into her. My hands are buried in her hair that’s come undone from the way she had it up.

  I’m not done yet. I’m not going to come, even though I’d love to pour my seed right into her pert little mouth that seems made just for me.

  I pull out.

  She gasps. “This is crazy,” she says, her voice breathless. “Right here in the office… Everyone wants to catch you…”

  “I know,” I growl at her. “At least the blinds are closed.”

  I pull her up and we’re making out again. Our hands are all over each other. It’s hard to keep track of what’s going on. We’re both tearing at each other’s clothes, and one by one, things go flying off, landing all around the office.

  “You locked the door, didn’t you?” I growl.

  She nods innocently. But there’s no innocence in her eyes. Its just hunger and desire for my cock.

  I pick her up and place her on her back on the desk. I stand in front of her and stare down at her magnificent body.

  I hold her legs up, placing her ankles on my shoulders. I grip her taut thighs and I plunge into her. It feels so fucking good, sweet and warm and fucking tight like hell.

  I can barely contain myself. I start plunging in and fucking her hard right off the bat. She’s ready for it, juicy and wet and already moaning and telling me to fuck her harder.

  “Fuck me faster,” she moans. She’s trying to keep her voice down. But she’s already crying out, whimpers and moans of pleasure.

  This is the best sex of my life. It’s so quick, so passionate. She wants me so much. I see it in her eyes, in her body. I hear it in the moans she makes and the words she says to me.

  I can’t get enough of her.

  Our bodies are connected. My cock is the link that binds us for this brief moment. There’s nothing else like this in the world. It’s a physical connection, but there’s something else there too… something more intense. We stare into each other’s eyes, hardly blinking. We are bound by my cock entering her, deep into her flesh that is now mine.

  I fuck her until I’m almost at the brink.

  I pull out. It feels like I need to enter her again as fast as possible. My body cries out for release, for renewed pleasure.

  She cries out, demanding more. “Fuck me. I need your cock inside me.”

  I pick her up and flip her over. She’s flat on her stomach on the desk. Her arms are stretched out at her sides. Her legs reach down to the floor, long and naked and glorious. Her outstretched feet barely touch the floor.

  Her pussy shines at me, juicy and perfect right there. My cock head enters her, then the whole thing.

  “Fuck,” she moans.

  I hold on to her tight as I fuck her endlessly and furiously.

  She starts coming, thrashing and moaning.

  “Cover your mouth,” I growl. “Someone could hear you.”

  She does, but I can still hear her.

  She’s in the throes of an intense orgasm. I can sense it in her body. I can feel it on my cock.

  “Come inside me,” she moans.

  “You on protection?”

  She nods, which I can barely see. Her body is moving crazily with the force I’m fucking her with.

  “Yes,” she moans, completely breathless.

  My cock is on fire. It’s twitching. The wonderful feeling is happening, moving inside me. I’m about to explode. It’s like a volcano, intense sexual pleasure building inside me.

  I fuck her hard until the end, finally burying my steel hard cock deep inside her as I explode.

  I stay here, deep inside her.

  There’s a knock at the door.

  Shit.

  “Shit,” whispers Ava.

  “Maybe they’ll go away,” I say, thankful that I closed the blinds to the window that opens out to the cubicle room completely.

  There’s another knock. Really more like a series of knocks. They’re louder and more forceful this time.

  Chapter 13

  Ava

  “What are we going to do?” I whisper. I’m still in the powerful throes of the afterglow.

  I don’t want to have to deal with this now. I want to cuddle with Liam and never leave his side. I want to feel his muscular, naked body against me forever. I want to bury my head in the crook of his arm and stroke his chest.

  He pulls out of me. He’s gathering my clothes.

  “Who is it?” he calls out.

  “It’s Jacobs. What the hell’s going on in there?”

  “Just taking a nap,” calls out Liam.

  “A nap?” comes Mr. Jacobs’ annoying voice through the door. The door blocks a lot of noise, so he and Liam are almost shouting at each other, in order to be actually heard.

  “Just a second,” yells out Liam.

  “Here,” whispers Liam to me. He hands me a bundle of my clothes. “You’ve got to hide in the bathroom.”

  “The bathroom?” I whisper, as quietly as I can since I’m worried that Jacobs can hear us. Or maybe he already heard us.

  “What’s going on in there?” cries Jacobs from the other side of the door.

  I take my clothes, without a second to lose, and rush into the bathroom.

  I close the door behind me. I can hear Liam getting dressed frantically.

  This is a huge and very nice bathroom. It’s super fancy, with marble all over the place.

  There’s a full-length mirror on one of the walls. I glance at myself. I look completely disheveled. My hair has come undone. I’m in compete disarray. I look like I’ve just had sex, which makes sense.

  My nice work clothes are all wrinkled and in a bundle under my arm.

  I move to lock the door behind me, in case Jacobs decides he needs to relieve himself quickly, but there’s no lock on the door. Shit. I guess that makes sense, though. This is a private bathroom. Probably only Liam uses it.

  “I need to take a leak,” says Jacobs, quite loudly.

  “Uh,” says Liam. “That’s my private bathroom, you know? It’s not that… It’s just I’m the only one who uses it…”

  “So?” says Jacobs, who sounds pretty put out and disgruntled.

  “I mean, it’s just that…”

  “Look, I started this company. I can use whatever bathroom I feel like.”

  Shit. He’s going to come in.

  I look around frantically. There’s a huge closet. I throw the door open and get in as fast as I can. I close the door behind me, which cuts off all light. My clothes are still clutched in my ar
ms.

  I hear the door opening.

  Jacobs is grumbling.

  I imagine Liam’s on the other side of the door, wondering why Jacobs hasn’t started yelling yet. Or maybe he figures I’m in the closet. That would make sense. It’s the only place to go.

  I’m expecting to hear the toilet seat being raised, and I’m not exactly looking forward to the toilet noises that this old man is going to make. Wow, I just had a thought: I really hope he’s going to raise the toilet seat, and not take his time in here.

  “Now what’s this here?” grumbles Jacobs.

  He hasn’t lifted the toilet lid yet. Or the seat. And I haven’t heard him undoing his pants.

  “He’s keeping some woman’s clothes in his bathroom now?”

  I feel something being tugged from my arm.

  Shit. I realize far too late what’s happening.

  “A bra, eh?” grumbles Jacobs.

  My bra strap or something must be caught in the door to the closet, and partially visible on the outside. And now Jacobs is tugging on it.

  I make the stupid mistake of holding on, but to do that I have to tug back a little.

  “Someone’s in there?” grumbles Jacobs, upset.

  The next thing I know, the door flies open and I’m standing buck naked with my hair in disarray in front of the founder of the company.

  Shit.

  Chapter 14

  Liam

  Ava went back to her college dorm. That little romp in the office did not go as I’d planned. Although, looking back on it, I guess it wasn’t the best idea. In fact, probably one of the worst ideas I’ve had.

  Ava got off somewhat easy. Jacobs didn’t hold her to anything. I mean, she probably won’t have an internship here any longer.

  From my end, it was worth it.

  She’ll be able to get another internship, anyway. I can give her a recommendation, provided, of course, I still have a reputation when this is all over.

  The sex was incredibly hot. The hottest I’ve ever had.

  In many ways, completely worth it.

  I can still picture her.

  I can barely get her off my mind. It’s like it’s stuck on her and the way her body felt.

  But Jacobs basically blames me and is holding me accountable for everything.

  In fact, he’s standing in front of me right now lecturing me in an annoyingly raised voice.

  “Now I’m an understanding man,” Jacobs is saying. “I’ve been there myself. But you’re too old for this shit now. Do you understand? Hiding interns in your bathroom. Damn, that’s… That’s not the company I founded. That’s not the company I want to leave behind to the world.”

  He starts pacing, shuffling back and forth in front of my desk.

  At this point, I just want this to be over with.

  “Look,” I say. “Mr. Jacobs, I fucked up. OK? I get it. But you’ve been lecturing me for the last hour. At this point, you’re starting to repeat yourself.”

  “It’s my company,” yells Jacobs, gesticulating wildly. “If I want to lecture you for an hour, that’s what I’m going to do. If I want to repeat myself, that’s what I’m going to do.”

  “Great,” I mutter.

  “What’d you say?”

  “I said,” I say, raising my voice, “are you going to fire me or not?”

  “Well,” says Mr. Jacobs. “I can understand that a man has urges…”

  Damnit, he’s at it again. I just need this thing to be over with.

  “Look,” I say. “You either keep it quiet and it won’t happen again, or you fire me. And then it’s your choice whether you tell the press, but if I were you I wouldn’t want that kind of press for your company. Better to just let me go quietly, if that’s what you’re going to do.”

  I kick my legs up on my desk and put my hands behind my head.

  “You’ve got some balls on you, I’ll give you that,” says Mr. Jacobs.

  He stops pacing.

  Suddenly, his face seems to change.

  A sinister and shrewd looks comes into his eyes. The whole old man routine suddenly falls away.

  Shit, is he a lot smarter and craftier than I’d thought?

  “Listen,” says Mr. Jacobs. His voice is different… completely different. He sounds sharp, not like the feeble old man he’s apparently been pretending to be. “I don’t give a shit about what you do. But I’ve got to represent the company image.”

  “You’ve been faking all this time?” I say, my jaw dropping in surprise.

  “You got it, buddy,” growls Mr. Jacobs, his voice sharp and clear. “And like I said, I just care about the company’s profitability. And that’s tied to the image. Do you know how much money I’ve got riding on this company? You all think I’m a feeble old man, and that lets me investigate everyone and everything. I see it all.”

  He starts laughing.

  “And the best thing I can do for the company right now is throw you under the bus. I know that’s not what you want to hear. But I’ll be contacting some friend in the press and the story will be out tomorrow. You can be sure of that.”

  I’m too stunned to say anything.

  “Oh, and of course you won’t work here after that. I’m not going to fire you directly. What I’ll do is wait for the press releases to come out, then I’ll release a statement myself saying that we won’t tolerate someone of your moral character working here.”

  “You slime ball,” I say, my teeth clenched in anger.

  “Maybe so,” says Jacobs, happily. “You wouldn’t believe all the women I sleep with.”

  “You’re married,” I say.

  He laughs. “But that doesn’t stop me.”

  “Disgusting,” I say.

  “Maybe so,” he says, his voice cheerful and sharp. “You see, the thing is, though, that they’ll never catch me. I’m very discreet.”

  “Good for you, now get the fuck out of my office.”

  “Happily,” says Jacobs. “But it won’t be your office for long.”

  Despite all this craziness, I can only think about Ava.

  Maybe I’m crazy, but I’d started to imagine a future together…

  There’s really something between us.

  I know she’s not into me for my money. But how can I be with her if I’m completely discredited in the field, if I can’t even get a job anywhere?

  Chapter 15

  Ava

  “You did what?” says Emma, her jaw dropping.

  “I had to hide in the closet, it was the only place… And he caught me.”

  “He caught you?” says Emma, in even more shock.

  “Yeah,” I say, putting my head in my hands. “It was terrible. I was naked… It was…”

  “Wow,” says Emma. “I’m impressed.”

  “Impressed? Are you crazy?”

  “You fucked the boss in his own office and then got caught and fired! That’s like… Wow, I’ve never even done anything like that.”

  Emma tries to give me a high five.

  I’m sitting on my bed cross legged.

  “I don’t feel like high fiving you, Emma,” I say. “My life is in ruins now.”

  “Come on,” says Emma. “It’s not that bad…”

  “I lost the internship,” I say.

  “Is that what you’re worried about?”

  “Well… and Liam… I don’t know what’s going to happen to him. He’s definitely going to lose his job. The media was already getting on him… I know he won’t leak my name or anything, but the other guy might… That Jacobs asshole. He was so happy to catch me. You should have seen him.”

  “I bet he’s just some old pervert who loved seeing you naked,” says Emma.

  I don’t answer. Instead, I flop back on my bed.

  “It’s just a matter of time before the articles come out,” I say. “And I hope I’m not in them.”

  My phone rings. It’s Liam.

  “I’ve got to take this,” I say, scrambling to get off my bed.
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  I walk out into the hall, shutting the door quietly behind me.

  “What happened?” I whisper. I don’t want the whole hall to hear me.

  Liam doesn’t say anything for a moment.

  “Are you OK?” I say. “What happened?”

  “It’s all going to be fine,” says Liam. His voice sounds different though, distant. “I think it would be better if we didn’t see each other for a while, Ava.”

  This is not what I was expecting. I was thinking that we could discuss what had happened, strategies for, you know, moving on. I thought we could consider it.

  “What does that mean?” I say. My body suddenly feels heavy and I feel really tired. I slump against the wall, the energy draining out of me.

  “I don’t know,” says Liam. “It’s just… everything is too crazy. I’ve got to deal with the media. I don’t want you getting sucked into it. I’ll try to keep you out of it. But we shouldn’t… you know…”

  “I don’t know,” I say. “Tell me. Tell me what you mean. Because it sounds like you’re breaking up with me or something.”

  There’s a pause on the other line.

  “That’s it,” I say. “That’s what you’re doing, right?”

  “I just…”

  Damnit.

  I thought there was something here. I foolishly thought I’d like, spend the rest of my life with him or something. I guess I was wrong. I guess I was as naive as everybody would expect me to be. I really was just another lay for him, and when things got inconvenient, he dropped me.

  “At least you have the decency to tell me,” I say. “Instead of just ceasing contact.”

  But I don’t mean that. I feel broken and hollow inside. I feel terrible, as if someone chopped out my heart with an axe.

  “It’s not like that,” says Liam. “I just mean that…”

  I hang up the phone.

  Hearing any more of his excuses would just break my heart even more.

  Tears start coming out of my eyes and I let the phone fall out of my dead-feeling hand to the floor.

  The door opens.

  It’s Emma.

  “What happened?” she says, sounding more concerned than usual.