by Kim Fox
Cole’s hand gripped her hip a little harder as he moved in closer. He swept her hair to the side with his other hand as his head dipped down and kissed her gently on her tingling neck.
“Cole,” she moaned as all of the tightness in her body just melted away under the touch of his soft lips.
“Call me, Mr. Richardson,” he said, kissing a tingling trail up her neck to her ear.
This was so wrong. She was at work for fuck’s sake and this was her boss.
Do the right thing.
She knew what she had to do. She had to step away from his strong hands and hungry lips and tell him firmly that they were only going to have a professional relationship from now on.
It was going to be strictly business.
She moaned as his hands slid up her sides, his thumb grazing the bottom curve of her breasts. “Cole,” she whispered as he moved along her jawline, peppering her with soft kisses on the way to her lips.
It was now or never. Speak now or forever hold your peace.
His powerful hands slid around to her lower back, pressing her body against his as he kissed the corner of her mouth.
“Fuck it,” she moaned, dropping the spatula on the floor.
She kissed him hard on the lips as she pressed her tingling breasts against his chiseled chest. “Mmmm,” she moaned into his mouth, grabbing a handful of his hair and holding his head in place in case he dared to move it.
He was so tempting and so delicious. So what if he didn’t want a relationship. This was pretty fucking good too.
Cole plunged his tongue into her mouth and caressed her tongue with his. She was so wet. Her knees turning to jelly.
He held her up with his strong hands as she whimpered, her heart pounding like a jackhammer in her chest.
“Cole,” she gasped when their lips finally broke apart.
“Mr. Richardson,” he corrected, smiling as he kissed her neck.
“Mr. Richardson,” she said, feeling their desire heating up the kitchen to the point where they’d both get burned. “Is this a good idea?”
“It’s the best idea,” he said, stepping back as he grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head in one swift fluid motion.
She nodded as she raked her fingertips over the deep hard ridges of his abs. This is the best idea. Fuck, those abs feel good.
They came crashing back together, their lips colliding in a passionate frenzy. Her hands were all over his stout back, feeling every hard muscle as her body reacted, getting her aching pussy soaking wet.
It all happened so fast. Her shirt flew off her head and landed on the floor. Her bra was next, landing in the Bearnaise sauce that she had just made.
She was about to reach over and pull it out when his strong hands cupped her breasts and his hot tongue hit her tingling nipples. “Fuck,” she gasped, forgetting about everything else. She just closed her eyes, threading her fingers through his hair, and pulling him even closer.
Cole moved from one breast to the other, licking, kissing, sucking, and nibbling every inch of her breasts until she was panting and reaching down for his cock.
He let out a sexy groan as she pressed her palm against his hard erection and slid it up and down over his pants.
“That is more like an eggplant,” she said, grinning as he lowered a hand and cupped her sex over her jeans.
“I told you,” he grinned as he slid his fingers back and forth over her pussy, making her knees shake.
Jennifer turned her head to the entrance of the kitchen, hoping that no one was going to walk in. She had been embarrassed enough yesterday and she didn’t want to repeat it, but she knew there was no stopping this. They were way past the point of stopping.
Cole quickly brought down her zipper and dipped his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and panties. With a quick tug, they came sliding down past her trembling knees to her ankles.
Cole was on a knee, his heated eyes focused on her hot little pussy as she stepped out of her pants. A deep groan rumbled out of his throat as he watched her get naked in front of him.
Any shyness that she had was gone. Her sexy boss was making her crazy.
She whimpered as his strong hand slid up the inside of her thighs so close to her pussy that was throbbing with need.
A warm shiver ripped through her as his hand caressed her folds, his eyes still locked on her sex. He slid a finger inside of her and she dropped her head back, moaning as he added a second finger.
“You’re soaked,” he said in a low gritty voice. It was full of the same want and desire that she was feeling as well. “Are you always this wet when I’m around?”
“Yes, Mr. Richardson,” she said, surrendering herself to him.
“Let’s see if we can get you any wetter.”
He lifted her trembling leg up and rested it on his shoulder as he moved in for the kill. Her pussy contracted as she anticipated what she knew was coming.
“Fuck,” she moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair as his mouth touched her pussy. His hot tongue coated her mound with long knee-weakening licks that made her pant like a wild animal.
His tongue was everywhere. Dipping, swirling and licking her folds. He sucked on her clit as he slipped two fingers inside of her, making her cry out a little too loud.
Jennifer glanced back at the door through glazed over eyes, swallowing hard as she prayed that nobody was going to come walking in and see this.
His expert tongue kept a steady rhythm as he rubbed her clit in hard tiny circles. She grabbed the counter behind her and arched forward as he picked up the pace, drawing an orgasm from her. “Oh, God,” she grunted through clenched teeth as intense heat and pleasure came crashing down on her.
She was gasping for air, seeing black spots as the violent waves of bliss were ripping through her. Cole stood up and yanked down his pants, his long beautiful cock finally free.
Jennifer barely had a chance to see it before she was pushed up against the wall with Cole lifting her up.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he groaned in her ear as he gripped her ass, holding her up.
She did as she was told, hooking her ankles together behind his muscular body.
He planted his strong legs and lifted her up, then slowly brought her down onto his big cock.
“Jesus,” she moaned, digging her nails into his back as he slid her down onto his dick. Her back was pinned against the wall, her legs trembling around him as he dug his face into the side of her neck and fucked her with the powerful drive of his hips.
Fuck being professional. Fuck being discreet. Fuck being good.
Being bad felt way better. It was even better than Jennifer thought it would be. It was even better than she had dreamed of when she was touching herself alone in her bed the night before, wishing that Cole was there.
She gripped his shoulders, holding on tightly as he began to move his hips with more force. His cock slid in and out, faster and harder. Longer and deeper.
“Come for me again, Jennifer,” he purred, his raspy voice making her gasp with pleasure. “Make your boss happy and get that tight little pussy to come all over his big cock.”
His sexy words were the final push that she needed to fall over the edge once again. She held him close as she came again, coating his big dick with her juices.
Cole thrust harder and faster before planting his feet and rooting himself in deep. With a savage grunt, he came deep inside of her, coating her insides with his warm seed.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment as long as she could. Enjoying it before he slipped out of her, leaving her feeling cold and empty. Before he stepped away from her embrace and handed her her clothes.
It was over too soon. But hopefully, there would be another moment for them to share again.
“Here you go,” Cole said after releasing her. She opened her heavy eyelids and sighed when she saw her bra in his hand. It was dripping with thick Bearnaise sauce. “I’ll wipe it off,” he said, looking for something to clean it
with.
“Don’t bother,” she said, grabbing it from him. She quickly wiped it on the counter and slipped it on. She just had two orgasms. She didn’t care about getting a little dirtier.
Cole watched her with a smile as she reached behind her back to fix the clasp. “I had dreamed about putting cream all over your breasts,” he said. “But that’s not quite what I had in mind.”
She laughed as she grabbed her pants off the floor, thankful that she liked to keep a clean kitchen.
“So I guess this is a good time to ask for a raise?” she said, smirking at him.
He grinned back at her. “I guess this is a good time to ask for a date?” he replied. “Drinks. The Call of the Wild Bar. I’ll pick you up tonight at eight.”
It was a bad idea. She had already gone too far with her boss. She should have said no.
But she said the first thing that came to her mind.
“Make it seven.”
eight
Cole was parked in front of Jennifer’s apartment at 6:55. He wasn’t going to be late for this date.
He hadn’t been able to get his mind off of her all day. The sex in the kitchen was the hottest that he’d ever had and he kept dreaming of doing it again. Her body was a curvy masterpiece and she had tasted even better than the meals she had made him afterward.
If it wasn’t official before than it was now. He was falling for her.
Hard.
His heart picked up the pace as she stepped out of the front door of her apartment building looking killer in a tight dress. He raced out of the truck so fast that it jerked forward on its big wheels.
“You look stunning,” he said as he raced up the path to meet her.
She was wearing a tiny black dress that hugged every one of her gorgeous curves and her hair was swept over her shoulder in beautiful ash blonde waves.
“Am I too dressed up for the bar?” she asked, glancing down at her outfit.
“Not at all,” he said, hungrily drinking her up with his eyes. Every head in the bar would be turned towards her. She looked magnificent.
She dropped her eyes and sighed like something was bothering her. “I have to get something off my chest,” she said.
“Bearnaise sauce?” Cole answered with a grin.
She laughed. Fuck, I love that sight.
“No,” she answered, already looking like she was feeling better. “I’ll give you a chance to back away.”
“Back away?” he said, stepping back to look her up and down. “With you in that dress? I don’t think so.”
“Let me finish,” she said, clutching her purse nervously. “I don’t want to have a fling. I’m not up for empty relationships that only revolve around sex. You seem like the type of guy who likes to have fun, and that’s okay. I had a lot of fun this morning.”
“And this afternoon,” Cole added.
She laughed as she rolled her eyes at him. “And this afternoon,” she repeated. “But if we’re going to go any further I want more than just sex. I want a relationship.”
Cole couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face if he tried to.
“If we’re not on the same page,” she said, squeezing her purse, “then I’m giving you a chance now to back away. No hard feelings. No regrets. We’ll just act professionally from now on as boss and employee. Sound good?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head as he stepped forward. “That sounds like torture.”
He slid his hand down her bare arm, smiling as he watched goosebumps appear on her skin. “I’ve never met a girl like you,” he said with his lips an inch away from hers. “I’m not letting go.”
“A relationship,” she said, leaning back and staring into his eyes with a serious look. “Do you know what that entails?”
“Of course,” he said with a smirk. “It means you yelling at me for leaving wet towels on the bathroom floor, it means watching cheesy romantic comedies because it’s your turn to pick the movie, and it means having to erase the naughty folder hiding on my hard drive.”
“Wow,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him. “You make it sound so appealing.”
“But it also means,” he said, moving in close, “showering together with those wet towels, feeling your hot body curled up to mine when we’re watching those cheesy movies, and replacing my naughty folder with pictures of you.”
He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “Now all that sounds really appealing.”
“Okay,” she said, licking her lips as he pulled away. “I’m ready to go on our date now.”
“Good,” he said, sliding a hand on her lower back and guiding her to the truck, “because I can’t wait to show you off in that dress.”
Cole drove them into town to the Call of the Wild Bar. He glanced at her sexy legs every chance that he got, remembering how tightly they were squeezed around his waist or how good her right leg felt resting on his shoulder as he tasted her in the most intimate way.
He was excited for the date but he was even more excited to go back to her place to see how that tight black dress would look all bunched up on the floor.
Every head turned when they walked into the bar, just like Cole knew that they would.
“I am too dressed up,” she whispered to him as he held out a chair at the empty table. “Everyone is looking at me.”
“Everyone is looking at you because you’re a fucking knockout,” he said, pushing her chair in for her.
Cole quickly surveyed the bar, nodding at the bartender Jack who was pouring some shots. The bar had a good crowd tonight. Lots of smiling faces and cowboy hats bobbing to the soft music playing out of the jukebox. The balls were cracking from the pool table in the back over the murmur of all of the people talking and laughing as they drank. It was the only bar in town but it was nice and Cole liked coming to it. It was even better with Jennifer here.
“What can I get you guys?” the pregnant waitress with the black and blue hair asked. Cole had heard that she was married to one of the Vega brothers, the bear shifters who lived on the ranch with the huge log mansion. He had seen them around but never met them before.
They ordered two draft beers and she waddled away, muttering about her sore back under her breath as she walked.
“It’s cute in here,” Jennifer said, looking around at the funny signs on the walls. She smiled when she read one that said: No Shoes, No Service. No Shirt, Free Beer.
She laughed out loud when she spotted another: Staff reserves the right to tell you to go fuck yourself.
“I like it here.”
“Good,” Cole said, sliding his hand over hers. “I like you.”
She smiled as she turned to him. “You just like me because I feed you all of the time.”
He licked his lips as his eyes fell to her breasts that looked ravishing in that dress. “Among other things.”
Jennifer gave him a look. “It better not be just that.”
“It’s not,” he said, meeting her eyes again. “I’ve had so much fun the past few days with you. I haven’t been this excited about life since I was a kid. I get so excited to see you in the morning and I get depressed when you leave. When are you going to move in with me?”
“Whoa,” she said, leaning back as she laughed. “I said I wanted a relationship. I didn’t say that I wanted to get married and move in.”
Cole sighed. “Well, you let me know whenever you’re ready and I’ll make it happen.”
The waitress returned with their beers and smiled as she dropped them on the table. “Enjoy, beautiful people.”
Cole watched Jennifer as she took a sip and then smiled as she licked her lips. “So when does the inn open, officially?”
“Should be about two weeks,” Cole said. They were all getting excited. The renovations were pretty much done, the place looked great, and they were just about to hire the rest of the staff. They already had a few bookings for the summer.
They had split up the tasks among them. Joan was the top dog in charge of e
verything, Cole was in charge of the restaurant and kitchen, Ashton was in charge of the cleaning staff and making sure the rooms were in order, Rory was in charge of the concierge and outside maintenance, Rhett was doing his shifter cop thing, and Gunner, well, who knew what the hell was going on with Gunner these days.
“The place looks great,” she said, nodding. “I think people are really going to like it.”
“They’ll like the food if anything,” Cole answered. They had the best chef in Montana.
“I hope so,” she said. “It would be nice to cook for somebody besides you.”
“I thought you liked to cook for me,” Cole said.
“I do,” she answered with a grin. “But I like those shredded abs even more. I want to keep those around.”
Cole laughed as he slapped his hard stomach. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Those aren’t going anywhere.”
Shifters were naturally strong and their metabolisms ran so fast that it was practically impossible to keep any fat on. It just burnt right off. He still hadn’t told her.
It was always an awkward thing as a shifter, trying to explain to a human girlfriend that they had a wild animal living inside of them. The human population didn’t know about shifters. They were in the same realm as Bigfoot, aliens, and the Loch Ness Monster. It could be a relationship killer to bring it up.
They chatted and laughed until their beers were empty and they started working hard on two fresh ones. Things were going perfectly until Cole spotted two familiar faces in the back. Actually, it was one familiar face but on the same two people.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered when he saw the blonde twins from the other night. He really didn’t want them coming over and making Jennifer uncomfortable. He would never have even said hi to them in the first place if he knew that he was going to meet Jennifer the next day.
“I’m going to sit over here,” he said, moving to the empty seat on her other side so that his back would be to the girls.
“Okay,” she said, looking at him funny. “Why?”
“Because I want to see this side of your beautiful face for the second half of the date,” he said, recovering nicely. She smiled.