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 him. “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.
Twenty - 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 best seller. 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 rolled 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 my 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, 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; grinds into me and fucks 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.
Stil
l 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.
“Brett. Baby. There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Oh yeah? Let me guess. You’re still hungry,” she winks.
“My soul feels satisfied, but yeah I am still pretty hungry,” I laugh.
“Mine too,” she murmurs.
“No, it’s something else I want to talk about. Over dinner.”
She squints and nods, some surprise in her eyes that I’m being surprisingly serious.
I help her get our dinner for two set up and think about how to proposition her for something that’s more than our benefits situation.
I help her bring the steak and potatoes and banana bread out onto my back deck.
“I should put on some real clothes,” she says.
“No baby. You shouldn’t. In fact, I think this is going to be your new mandatory uniform at work,” I joke.
We head to the back deck, which is awesome because it’s surrounded on all sides by bushes, and we get to have privacy while still enjoying our meal outside.
We sit outside on my deck in the beautiful fall Blackwell night. Brett sits across from me, and looking at her you would just think she's wearing an apron, you wouldn't think she was naked.
"Do you have enough mashed potatoes?" she asks me, nudging the bowl in my direction.
"Yes, I think I do. I think I have everything I need, except do you want a drink maybe?"
"Sure," she smiles.
"I'll be right back." I head inside and grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. Before I head out to the deck again, I take a moment to watch her from inside like a voyeur. Brett gazes out over my backyard. She has a curious mind, the wheels of her brain are always turning.
I wonder what she’s thinking about right now.
Beyond her hotness and her beauty, she just has that zest for life that makes a man want to step up his game. As I look out into the Blackwell sunset, the orange-yellow sky on the horizon; I know that's what I've been missing and that's why I need to tell her right fucking now. I step out onto the deck; the 'L' word practically bouncing from my lips. I've never told a woman that I loved her until now. I uncork the wine and pour us both a glass and sit.
"I had no idea what you would do when I gave you the keys to the house, and you did not disappoint." I say.
"Well, I aim to please, so I'm glad I didn't disappoint." she responds.
"Seriously though," I say as I pour the wine into her glass and into mine. "How did you come up with the idea to wear just an apron? I mean it's the sexiest thing I've ever experienced." I sit down and leaned back in my chair and a warm breeze wafts across my face. "That is just incredible. Your mind is so great."
"Is that your poetic way of saying that you think I'm smart?" she asks, batting her eyelashes.
"Yes it is, though I'm not poetic. You're the future New York Times Bestseller, so you should be the one using all the fancy words, right?”
She laughs.
“Hey," I say, as I reach my hand across the table. "I want you to know something Brett, these past few weeks I've felt different. Every day I feel a little more different and I finally realize what it is that I need to tell you."
"What do you need to tell me? Just say it." she answers. Right as I'm about to let her know how I really feel, the doorbell rings. I roll my eyes; you've got to be kidding me.
"It's probably just telemarketers or something." I joke.
"Telemarketers, really? We don't have telemarketers in Blackwell and telemarketers don't ring doorbells."
"Oh right." I say. Well, it's probably just a window salesman then, I'm sure they'll go away." "Yes," I say, as I open the back door that leads out onto the deck. I clench up when I recognize the person.
It’s definitely not a telemarketer.
It's Kim Murphy.
"Sebastian" she smiles, a little too snidely for my liking. "What are you doing with your door open and what the hell? I've been trying to call you all night and you haven't answered." I freeze. I can smell the liquor on her breath from here.
“I was on a plane.”
“Oh,” she replies.
"Who's there?” I can hear Brett calling from the deck.
; "Oh, it's no one, just hang on." I go into my house and nicely try to defuse this situation which could get out of hand very quickly.
Five years ago, Kim and I shared a one night stand.
It was a celebratory night, and then the next day we went back to being normal.
Sometimes though, the awkward face of that one night stand shows it’s head.
At times such as right now.
Her weird streak of jealousy in the interview with Brett makes sense all of a sudden.
It was so long ago, and I thought we had both moved on. Apparently not.
"Kim, what are you doing here? I'm having dinner,” I ask, my tone firm. I can smell quite a bit of alcohol coming from her direction.
"Well, you said last month how you were working so much and you were a little bit lonely, so I decided I was going to surprise you and just come over so...surprise!"
She holds her hands out and smiles.
I rub my chin, trying to remember saying anything of the sort. Since I met Brett, I don’t remember being lonely for a second. "Kim, I don't know what to say but, this is inappropriate."
"Excuse me?!”
"I’m busy tonight.”
"Oh come on, don't act like you haven't been shooting me eyes when I come in for the projects that we're working on." she says. She runs a finger along her breasts; accentuating the cleavage that she has decided to show me here.
"Kim, I need you to leave. Right now."
"Oh, I have to leave because I'm an employee. Is that what you're saying? You don't date employees?" She takes a step closer to me and I can practically taste the whisky on her breath. I don’t like it.
"No, I just mean you're a little bit drunk and I don't think this is appropriate."
"You act like we don't have a past."
"Maybe we do--a short one, a long time ago--but that doesn't mean you can come barging into my house like this. For the love of God, it was five years ago. Before you even worked at Blackwell."
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