Seducing Daddy's Boss: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Arlo Arrow

  I quickly bring Julia’s stuff into the bedroom. She glances around in confusion, and her brows scrunch deep as she asks, “Wait—is this the only bed?”

  “Yes, but I’ll take the futon,” I say, motioning toward the living room. Julia rubs her hands up and down on her folded arms like she’s trying to warm herself up.

  “That’s just silly,” she chides. “You must be exhausted after that long drive. You’ll sleep in here,” she commands.

  “But you’re injured, Julia, and you need a soft, comfortable bed to rest your ribs,” I argue.

  She opens and closes her mouth. After a moment, she tries again. “Fine. It’s a king-size bed. We’ll split it,” she decrees, an innocent yet knowing smile tipping the corner of her full lips. I want to jump on the idea. I want to tell her that it’s the best idea I’ve ever fucking heard. Only part of me wonders exactly how close to the flame I’m willing to fly.

  “Are you sure?” I manage to ask, hoping maybe she’ll be the one to show some reason and restraint.

  Julia yawns. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m going to go get changed for bed.” She grabs a handful of things from her bag and disappears into the bathroom.

  It only takes me a moment to pull my gym shorts on. Ordinarily I’d sleep with my shirt off, but tonight I leave the T-shirt on. It’s going to be hard enough to control my libido all night with clothes, let alone without them. I turn off the overhead light and stand before the bed. Do I climb under the covers until the bathroom’s free? Do I just stand and wait? Why am I making such a big deal out of this?

  All the questions that pummel my mind suddenly cease when the bathroom door reopens and Julia steps out into the hallway. Her shorts and tank top cling to her small frame and show off every dip and curve of her body. It takes every ounce of self-control I have to hold myself back. I can’t deny it any longer—that’s for sure. I want Julia. I want to make her body quiver in ways no man has before. I want to taste every part of her and feel her warmth. My hands clench and unclench at my sides while I watch her stride into the room. It’s all I can do not to embrace her and show her the extent of my passion. She puts something back in her bag before she goes to the bed and turns down the blankets.

  “Are you ready for bed?” she asks innocently enough.

  “Pretty much,” I manage to get out in a low tone. “I just have to brush my teeth,” I say and walk down the hall to the bathroom. I look at myself hard in the mirror as I brush. What the fuck are you doing, Stevenson? But the other side of me—the one that’s maybe falling in love with Julia—wins the argument, and I walk back to the bedroom.

  Julia eases herself down onto the mattress and smiles up at me. “C’mon,” she says as she pats the spot next to her on the bed. “I promise not to bite… too hard, at least,” she giggles, and the excitement within me is instant. I suddenly become aware of how noticeable my erection must be through the thin material of my gym shorts, so I climb quickly into bed next to her, hoping that just maybe her joke isn’t a joke at all. I can imagine worse things than being bit by her.

  We say goodnight to each other and she falls asleep quickly, but I remain awake for a while. I think about the events of the past couple of weeks, from the day Walt walked into my office to ask about the job opening until now. I smile at the memory of my first-time meeting Julia, recalling each day since, and how she makes it a little brighter.

  While I wish she wasn’t in this situation, I can’t say I mind how closely it’s brought us together. I’d trade it all for her safety, but something tells me this Pete guy would still be an issue for her, even without me in the picture. I think back again to Annabeth. Yeah, guys like that are dangerous no matter what. I’m just grateful I could intervene and keep Julia safe. She lets out a soft groan next to me as she rolls over. Her ribs must still be sore. I watch her and move a lock of hair out of her face.

  I’m not sure what fate has in store for us, but I don’t think I even care. All I know is, I want to be with her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Julia

  I wake up in a state of disorientation. It’s warm and comfortable, but everything else is unfamiliar. When I open one eye, I see the source of the warmth and can’t help but smile. Sometime throughout the course of the night, our bodies intertwined and my head now lies on his chest, his strong, muscular arms wrapped around me. My hand moves involuntarily under his shirt, my fingers softly brushing his chest hair.

  It’s the most incredible feeling ever.

  My leg is thrown over Griff’s, and I feel a pulse on my thigh. It’s big and hard and… oh. Oh! Even though Griff’s, apparently, still sleeping, one part of his anatomy is very much awake and alert. I shift my leg slightly to get a better feel of it. My ribs only hurt a little now, nothing like the first couple of days, and my body has ideas of its own. My hand drops down Griff’s chest and over his firm abs to his huge, rock hard dick until I hear his breathing change. For a moment, I freeze—caught in the act and waiting for his reaction. I know there’s a line I crossed right there, but I’m just too horny to care anymore. I want this sexy man so bad, and I’m sick of waiting.

  After a few seconds that seem like an eternity, Griff thrusts his hips upward and rubs through my grip. I take his move as an acceptance and pump my fist slowly up and down his shaft. He lets out a low groan. I glance up to see a carnal look in his eyes, and I know this is the moment where our dynamic changes forever. Attraction turned into flirting. Flirting turned into the most intense sexual chemistry I’ve ever known. Now, teases have become promises and I’ve fallen so deep, maybe nothing will ever be the same—but Griff is worth the risk.

  I pull my hand back and sit up. It takes a little more effort than usual to remove my shirt with slight pang from my ribs as I move, but nothing’s going to stop me. I feel Griff’s warm hand rubbing my back.

  “Julia, we don’t have to—”

  “Sshhh, now. Yes, we do,” I interrupt.

  I lie back and expose my body for him. Griff hovers over me for a moment. I worry he’ll change his mind, but he lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me gently and passionately, then he breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asks. “You know things will never be the same.”

  “Surer than I’ve ever been about anything. I want you, Griff,” I gasp out. I don’t want him to stop the amazing things he’s making my body feel.

  Griff lowers his mouth to mine again and kisses me deeply. His hand travels down to my hips and squeezes gently. I squirm as the tension builds between my thighs and will his hand to move lower.

  Griff’s mouth moves along my jaw. His soft kisses and gentle nips on my ear and neck are driving me wild. His hand trails lightly upward from my stomach and finds my breast. I whimper as he tweaks my nipple—the intense sensation so pleasurable, it makes me want him even more. His hand traces across my chest to my other breast and cups it, rubbing my nipple in the palm of his hand. His touch drives me wild, and I buck against him.

  “Please, Griff,” I beg. “Don’t tease me too long. I want you.”

  He pauses. “Is that what you think I’m doing? No, sweetie. I’m no college kid, and I don’t want to rush this. Just lie back and be patient.”

  Griff slides from beneath the sheets, and my frustration grows as I watch him walk to the foot of the bed, his hard erection sticking out like a flagpole on Labor Day. My frustration is short-lived when I realize he’s pulling my shorts over my hips, sliding them slowly down my legs, and the primal look in his eyes when they fall on my exposed pussy. He tosses my shorts over his shoulder like he’s just claimed me. I’m his to do with whatever he wants—and I couldn’t be happier. I lie before him completely nude and try not to let my self-consciousness get the best of me, but the anticipation of what he’ll do next has me hornier than I’ve ever felt before. When Griff tugs off his shirt and shorts, I lose most of my cognitive function. The man is sexier than sin itself. Hard abs, hard cock, handsome as fuck, and I can�
�t wait to get my hands back on him and feel his body pressing against mine.

  “Griff?” I say while I wonder why he’s just staring at me from the foot of the bed.

  “Julia, you’re fucking amazing,” he says. “Just absolutely fucking beautiful. I need to taste you.”

  Before I can even think to respond, Griff pushes my thighs further apart and lays flat on the bed between them, burying his face hard against my wet pussy. I scream out in delight from the incredible sensation of his hot tongue licking slowly up my swollen lips to my clit. I’ve had guys go down on me before, but not like this. There’s no doubt he knows exactly how to push a woman’s buttons as he laps at my slick folds like a cat that got the cream. His tongue finds every cluster of nerves and sends delicious chills through my body and I feel the warm glow of an orgasm building inside me.

  The man’s a freaking sex God, and I’ve no doubt we’re just getting started.

  When Griff slips a finger inside me, then two, I moan so loud, I’m glad we have no neighbors. He slides them gently in and out of me while his tongue continues to flick my clit in a regular rhythm. My hips thrust against them, working with him as my orgasm continues to build. And just when I think my pleasure is at its peak, he curls up his fingers inside me, rubbing my G-spot, and my insides clench tight around his fingers as my orgasm spills over. My juices flood my pussy and trickle down my ass as I whimper in ecstasy, my legs trembling and my body shaking. Griff laps me gently before he pulls his fingers out and licks them, too.

  “Fucking incredible,” he repeats. “You taste like honey.”

  “Griff,” I pant out as my climax subsides. I can’t hold back anymore; my pussy is greedy for more of him. “Please, fuck me now,” I beg.

  He growls and leans back on the pillow next to me, his short beard glistening with the wetness from my still throbbing pussy. His cock is rock hard and proudly stands straight. I’ve never actually wanted to suck a guy’s dick… until now. I try to sit up and crawl toward him, eager to feel the smooth tip against my lips, but I wince in pain from the sudden movement.

  Griff gently pushes on my shoulders until I fall back on the bed. “I want this to be all about you,” he says, and before I can say anything, in one fluid movement, he’s on top of me and I feel him nudge his cock between my lips then he slips it slowly inside. I’m panting again, and he lets out a deep growl as we become one.

  So...

  Fucking…

  Sexy.

  His length and girth are a tight fit, but it’s perfect—it feels amazing. I can’t stop myself moaning as he moves his hips in tortuously slow circles, and I can feel another orgasm building up in my core.

  “God, you’re so tight and wet, Julia. You feel incredible,” Griff groans.

  “So fucking deep,” I gasp, my eyes wide in shock. Sex has never been so pleasurable, so connected, so… pure. “You feel huge.”

  “Does it hurt?” Griff asks as he freezes.

  “No,” I assure him, tightening my thighs around him. “Please, don’t stop,” I say, grabbing his ass with both hands and pulling him tighter into me—I want all of him.

  Griff begins to pump his hips again, a little harder and faster than before and my head rolls left and right on the pillow with every delicious stroke as I buck against him, and I come again.

  ***

  Griff

  Everything about this woman drives me to the brink. Her taste, her smell, her feel—everything about her is better than I could ever have imagined. My soul is lost. I’m drunk on her passion. I just can’t get enough of her.

  When I slide into Julia’s sweet, wet cunt, I swear I see Nirvana. The connection we forge somehow expands even deeper, but the feel of her warm, wet pussy surrounding my cock fills my mind. One thought repeats itself over and over with every lunge of my hips.

  She’s mine. I must make her mine.

  No doubt in my mind. Julia is meant for me. Somehow, life has thrown us together, and the way I feel now, we fit more completely than I could ever be with anyone else... ever. I try my hardest to keep myself from coming, but she feels so good—so hot and tight. No matter what I do, I know I won’t be able to last much longer.

  The beautiful vision of Julia beneath me, her blonde hair cascading around her head, her skin glowing from her last orgasm is an incredible sight. Her rosebud nipples point up at me, and I lean down to suckle on one while I continue the rhythm that has Julia tightening around me even harder, and I know she’ll come again soon.

  I release her breast from my mouth with a loud pop and move on to the next as I rock into her, harder and faster. She moans out my name, and I feel her clench. As her wet pussy squeezes my cock again and again, she takes me over the edge with her, the muscles in my ass tightening as she milks every drop of come from me.

  Julia looks up at me, a heady, lustful gaze from her hooded eyes. I see my future shine in her eyes. Somehow, I know it’ll all work out. I must believe that, because in that moment, I realize I can’t ever be without her.

  I slip out of her, lie on the bed, and gently pull her back into my arms and we both drift off to sleep. Totally sated, with smiles on our faces.

  ***

  Julia

  This time, when I wake up I know exactly where I am. The skin to skin contact between Griff and me is more of a comfort than I could ever have dreamt of. I try not to overthink the huge step we just took. For now, I just want to enjoy the moment.

  I relish in contentment while I wait for Griff to wake. I’d get up and make coffee, but I’m not even sure if we have any. I haven’t been in a secluded area such as this since I was little and Dad would take me camping. Back then we’d use tents, and we’d have to bring our own food and I guess that’s the same for cabins, too.

  Griff stretches momentarily, then his arms squeeze me gently. “Hey,” he says, sleepily.

  “Hey.” I grin into his chest.

  “You want some breakfast?” he asks.

  “Yes, please. And I need coffee,” I confess.

  “Okay. Let’s grab a bite and find a grocery store,” he suggests.

  “That sounds perfect.”

  It doesn’t take me long to dress, and it’s even easier to get into the car today. I know my bruises will be tender for some time, but at least I’m no longer so immobile. It’s nice to be out of the city. I wasn’t aware of the stress I’ve been carrying until now.

  We drive toward the nearby town when a thought occurs to me, and I’m immediately worried. “Griff? Do you think my dad is safe?” I ask.

  “I have someone I trust keeping an eye on him just in case, Julia. Don’t worry.” Relief courses through me with his words. How considerate is he to have taken this situation into his own hands? I’m taken aback by his generosity, his caring, and I wonder what all of this means for us… for our future.

  “Hey, Griff. You know what?”

  “What?”

  “You’re pretty damn amazing, too,” I blurt out.

  He just looks at me and gives me his sexy smile. I know we’ll be okay.

  ***

  There aren’t many restaurants in the small town, so we have a quick breakfast at a local diner before we find the grocery store. It doesn’t take long to get a few things and be on our way. I try to pay, but Griff refuses, as usual. It’s somehow endearing and yet mildly frustrating all at the same time. After all, I’m a grown woman, and I like being independent, but I also enjoy his chivalrous attitude. He makes me feel so loved.

  When we get back I call my dad. We’ve only been texting, so it’s good to hear his voice. Griff makes some calls, too, and tells me there still hasn’t been any sign of Pete. I’m not sure if this is good news or not. I still feel safe. Here with Griff. I know he won’t let anyone hurt me. It amazes me the comfort being with him brings, and although I still barely know him, I feel I can trust him completely.

  Griff suggests we rest a little more, and we decide on a DVD and a cuddle on the sofa. I’ve had enough lying around in bed
the past week to choke a damn horse, and I settle in next to him and enjoy some delicious downtime with the man I love.

  He plays with the ends of my hair while the movie ends. I watch the credits roll up the screen, and I feel him watching me. This morning was so incredible, and I can’t wait to make love with him again... and it’ll be all about him next time.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Griff

  My conversation with Mac earlier didn’t do much to alleviate my worry over that little shit, Pete. The guy has, apparently, disappeared from the city. It’s not that hard to do. I mean, we did it easily, after all.

  I was cautious on our drive up to make sure nobody followed us. Very few people know we’re even here. Most think Julia’s out sick and on the mend, and I’m away on business. Still, I can’t seem to shake this feeling that Pete knows where we are—that he’s closer than I’d like him to be. Even if that’s the case, I won’t give him a chance. I tighten my grip around Julia as she lies beside me asleep. No, he’ll never get close enough to hurt her.

  ***

  After a few days, it becomes apparent that Pete plans to lay low indefinitely since no one has seen hide nor hair of him where he lives, or at any of the haunts he normally hangs out at. I decide it’s time to sit down with Julia and see what she wants to do next.

  “We can stay here for a while longer, but long term we have to live our lives without fear, so we need to figure out how to keep him away from you,” I explain.

  “I thought that’s what the police are for,” she says nervously, appearing confused with the situation.

  “They can’t arrest him if they can’t find him, or have any evidence against him. My concern is what happens to you if he finds you before the cops find him.”