Double Bossed

by Nicole Elliot

  “Oh!” The hot pleasure burst through me when he finally did what I needed the most, making me dizzy and unable of thinking about anything but his wet mouth on my sensitive pussy.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to make me come boss.”

  “Yes, baby. I want you to come on my face.” His words alone were enough to build the pressure in me even more, and I increased my grip on the desk as he ate my wet, pulsating pussy. His fingers pressed into my ass cheeks, bringing me closer to his mouth.

  “Ah, boss, yes... That’s so good. Please, don’t stop...”

  I was completely breathless, my heart tempo increasing as he worked on me. He didn’t take his eyes off me as I got closer to my orgasm, soaking his face with my juices.

  “Please, boss... Yes! Right there...”

  He increased the speed, sucking me really hard now, then he slipped in two fingers and began pumping me. I couldn’t hold back the wave any longer and I came, crying out as the intense ripples of pleasure rushed through me. Through my blurry vision I watched him grin with wicked pleasure. “That was just the beginning, my little office slut.”

  I was still quivering, the last waves slowly subduing, when a sudden sound made us flinch. There was someone out of Grant’s office, and they were coming here.

  “Shit,” he cursed under his breath. He got up and handed me my panties. “Fuck, we need to stop.”

  I put on my panties and fixed my skirt, the reality of what we did finally sinking in. Thank goodness that nobody came while we were at it.

  “Uh, I guess I’m gonna go,” I said and hurried toward the door, feeling strange to be next to him after what had just happened.

  “See you tomorrow, Madison.” I could hear the humor in his voice.

  “Yes, boss.”

  I gave him one last glance, dazed by the smile he wore on his face, and closed the door behind me.

  What had I gotten myself into?

  My boss just ate me out, in his office.

  I came on his face.

  And I wanted to do it again.

  7

  Grant

  It was early morning when I got out of my apartment and started my usual morning run. That was my routine these days—I would wake up at six am, go for a run, shower, eat breakfast, go to the office, and start the usual working madness.

  Unlike previous days, today I was so fucking distracted I was lucky I didn’t get run over. I ran, but I didn’t pay any attention to my surroundings as I thought about Madison and what we did last night in the office.

  Fuck. That wasn’t supposed to happen. When I called her into my office, I didn’t even plan to drink with her. I just wanted to share the good news and maybe give her some praise for her good work, but shit, that woman was truly something else. Not only she managed to make me drink with her, but I also lost my shit and went down on her. And fuck me if I didn’t love every single second of it.

  From the moment I sat next to her I felt that tension between us. I knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her, but I could’ve just ignored it and let it go.

  Fuck, Grant. Don’t lie to yourself. There was no way for you to ignore it. That woman makes your control non-existent.

  She admitted she felt something for me and that was all I needed to let go of any doubt or care. I just wanted to feel her hot pussy, covered with those plain panties...

  Hell, who would have thought I would get turned on by that simple, white underwear? I was all for sexy, lacy pieces—thongs were my favorite—but when it came to Madison, that didn’t matter at all.

  My cock twitched, becoming harder, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she came right onto my face. I increased my tempo, wiping off the sweat from my face.

  She was so hot, and I could drink her delicious juices all damn day. If only we weren’t interrupted, I would have fucked her right there, in my office. I was so turned on that I had to jerk off afterward, imagining her slick, tasty pussy on my thick cock. I would’ve banged her from behind, spanking that perfect ass as she screamed in pleasure...

  Stop, Grant.

  Even though it felt so right, being with Madison was wrong. These office romances were dangerous. It could end pretty ugly, and I loved my company too much to risk it. Not only any potential scandal would smear our image, but we could also lose Madison, and she was already proving to be a valuable asset.

  She was capable, and she did a great job so far. I couldn’t afford to start anything with her when we were in the middle of this huge project.

  I knew all of this, but I still couldn’t stop thinking about her, and this was becoming a problem. I couldn’t fire her because she was great at her job.

  Maybe I could give her to Oliver or Colten?

  Something unpleasant stirred in me when I thought about letting Madison work with any of my partners. I stopped for a moment, placing my hands on my knees, and tried to catch my breath as I realized I was jealous.

  Fuck. I was already attracted that much to her that I didn’t want her to be next to anyone else.

  Now, that was a problem. Usually, I didn’t mind sharing—not that it happened often. Since most of my little encounters were some mindless fucks, I couldn’t care less if they hooked up with Oliver and Colten or not, but somehow Madison was different. Imagining Madison with any of the guys made my blood boil, and I became unusually possessive.

  “Shit, Grant. Of all women you had to pick her?”

  This was not what I needed at the moment. I couldn’t fuck up this project.

  I straightened up, glancing at my sports watch. Shit. I was running late. I didn’t have time to go home and get ready for work. Picking up my pace, I decided to shower at the office and use the spare clothes I kept in my bathroom.

  The park I was running in every morning was near my office, so it took me only fifteen minutes of jogging to reach it. As I ran, I tried to focus on all the meetings and things I had to do in the office, instead of thinking about a certain blonde.

  When I reached the top floor, it was empty, which meant I came in time before the employees started arriving. I entered my office and drew the blinds so no one could see in.

  I went into my bathroom, took off my gym shorts and top, and turned on the shower, hoping it would lower the tension I felt all this time. As I stepped under the warm water and closed my eyes, Madison’s face appeared in my thoughts again, just like that.

  What was it about that girl that made me think about her so much? She was beautiful, competent, and she had a cute personality, but I’d already seen that kind of women before. So what was special about Madison? Was it the way she smiled whenever she felt joy? Was it the way she looked at me—like I was a dessert she wanted to devour in a matter of seconds? Was it her enthusiasm?

  Fuck. Her enthusiasm reminded me so much of me when we’d just started this business. I was also eager to make things work, going against all odds.

  No, Grant. You can’t keep thinking about her. Keep your head in the game.

  I had to finish this, whatever this was. She was driving me crazy, and I wanted her, but I had to suppress it. Maybe I could bang some other chick and get rid of this sexual tension?

  “Yeah, that would help me,” I muttered sarcastically.

  Anyway, I had to tell her that the last night shouldn’t have happened. I had to apologize to her and try to explain that anything personal between us was forbidden. We should focus on the project and give our best to work together—in a professional way.

  I showered quickly, determined to talk with her seriously the first moment I got a chance. I got out of the shower and put a towel around my waist. It was still early, so I might as well take it easy. I exited the bathroom and came to a halt mid-step when I noticed Madison setting coffee on my desk.

  Fuck me.

  She put my coffee down and turned around probably going to continue on with her day, but then she noticed me standing on the bathroom threshold.

  “Oh! I didn’t kno
w you were...” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell on my naked body. Her eyes widened a fraction when she noticed my dark tattoo sleeve, observing the intricate lines carefully. Damn, no one knew about this tattoo, not even the guys, but now she discovered it and saw me almost completely naked.

  Fuck. She was turning me on.

  Her eyes raked my whole body, taking in my chest, my abdomen, and even my dick behind the towel, and I knew my erection was visible. Her eyes stopped for a few seconds on my boner, and she licked her lips.

  Shit. She always did that, and it made me crazy every time. She had such sexy lips that I wanted to lick, bite, and suck all the time. She brought her eyes to mine—the lust clearly visible in them—and all I wanted in this moment was to push her onto the goddamn floor and fuck the brains out of her. The memories of the last evening returned again, and all I could hear were her moans. Then I remembered when she admitted she felt something for me.

  Fuck it, Grant. The feelings weren’t good. Whenever they interfered with work, it didn’t end well, but I would lie to myself if I said I didn’t feel anything for her too.

  “Don’t do that,” I said, referring to her teeth that were still gnawing at her lip. It made me turned on as hell, and it was easy to forget everything about controlling myself.

  The way she was dressed didn’t help either—I had my eyes glued onto her, unable to look away. She was wearing a short black skirt and light blue office shirt that she left unbuttoned at the top, revealing her boobs slightly. Her cute high heels fitted her slim legs perfectly.

  She clasped her hands together in front of her and frowned slightly in confusion. “Excuse me?”

  “Nothing.” I unclenched my fists, willing myself to breathe deeply. My dick was still hard as rock, and it didn’t help that her eyes were falling onto my chest or tattoo every few seconds.

  “I’m so sorry for coming in like this and seeing you... Seeing you like this.” She was looking at the floor now. “I thought you might want a coffee, because I heard from your secretary that you prefer an early morning coffee before you start with work. So I came in here and brought it to you.” She pointed at the black coffee she’d put on my desk, and I appreciated her effort and attempts to prove herself from the start. She was gaining more points from me each day.

  “Thank you,” I said, still standing in the same spot. Damn it. I didn’t trust myself not to jump on Madison if I moved any closer to her.

  “It’s without sugar, just the way you like.”

  Fucking you from behind now, sugar, would be just the way I liked.

  “You’re very good when it comes to details, Madison.”

  “Pleasing my boss is important to me, so...” Her eyes became wider and her lips parted in slight shock when she figured out how these words actually sounded.

  I chuckled, enjoying the blush that erupted on her cheeks immediately.

  “Oops, I’m so sorry,” she chirped, looking so cute, and I wanted to kiss her.

  I didn’t even kiss her last night. That was a shame.

  “That’s okay.”

  “I just wanted to say that you drink the same kind of coffee as I do, so it was easy to remember,” she continued rambling, trying to justify herself, but I liked the way she was blurting out things I wasn’t suspecting.

  “That’s good to hear,” I said, actually glad that we had something in common.

  I clenched my fists again. My resolution to straighten things up with her crumbled completely, and now I knew there was no way for me to tell her I wanted us to remain in a strictly professional relationship.

  I was still confused, but I finally realized I wasn’t able to stop what was happening between us just like that. There was so much I wanted to do to her, and fuck me if I didn’t get what I wanted.

  “Well hell, so much for this ending quickly.”

  8

  Madison

  “Well hell, so much for this ending quickly,” he muttered, almost to himself, and my heart jumped in my chest.

  “Sorry?” I asked, completely baffled.

  What was I thinking? Now how could I have known he would be showering in his office? I couldn’t expect that he would get out just in his towel at all and...

  My mouth dried just at the sight of him. He was like a sex god, definitely.

  I’d imagined him all muscled and sexy, but I couldn’t even imagine he was so hot! He was actually rippled, and his six-pack was making my mouth water. My fingers twitched to slide them over his protruding muscles and into the towel that hid almost nothing.

  Oh... Even beneath the material it was clear his erection was huge, and my legs quivered in excitement and anticipation. The last night had left me even wetter, and I kept imagining what would happen if we continued.

  The biggest surprise, though, was his tattoo. It was a mixture of various shapes and motifs, and I was curious to know what each of them represented. Did his tattoo have any meaning for him or was it purely something aesthetic? Either way, it suited him all too well, completing his playboy look. Playboy meant he was bad news, but hell if I cared.

  I brought my gaze back to his beautiful eyes, which were now filled with dark lust. I wanted him so badly. The tension between us now was high just like the previous night, and I waited for him to make the first move.

  “Nothing,” he said again, shaking his head. “Look, I need you to go on an errand to the job site.”

  Oh. I almost groaned, feeling somehow disappointed. I was so sure he would kiss me and do something more.

  “Now?” My voice sounded like that of a pouting child, and I bit my tongue.

  Madison, you are at work. You came here to work. Focus, girl!

  “Yes, now. I need you to take some notes and pictures about the current phase of the construction. Then I want you to update me on the project when you return.”

  “Okay.”

  “You can ask for a camera from one of the guys in our tech department. Also, I need you to get me lunch.”

  “Okay. What kind of food do you want?”

  “Any food to go is okay. I’ll let you decide.”

  “Okay. I’ll pick something for you.”

  “Good.”

  He approached his desk and bent to turn on his computer. I was still standing in the same spot, following him in daze. He was so sexy, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his perfect muscles...

  “Madison?”

  I snapped from my thoughts, finding him looking at me with the raised eyebrows.

  “Why are you still standing there? Go!” he ordered, moving his hand repeatedly away from him in a short motion, as if he was shooing me out of his office.

  “Yes, Grant,” I responded and turned around immediately, feeling a blush creep across my cheeks.

  I took my bag from my desk and headed to the job site after I grabbed the camera I needed. Tech acted like he’d never seen a woman before, it took a hell of a lot longer than it should have.

  The site was on the other part of the city, so it took me an hour with my car to get there. I felt like I was running behind. When I arrived I was met with a lot of construction workers and noise. The place was full with activity— everyone pretty busy as they went on with their duties.

  I was beginning to squint because of the strong sunshine, so I put my sunglasses on.

  I showed my ID to the security guys on the gate and they let me in, giving me a construction hat to put on. As I walked around the site, taking in the concrete construction that was yet to be the first floor of the hospital, I took notes in my small notebook and snapped some photos.

  Everything was going well, and as far as I could see there were no problems. The land was huge, and by the number of workers and the length of the first floor, it was going to be one of the biggest hospitals in this area.

  It felt so good knowing I was a part of this. I was a part of something so grand and I worked for a man who... A man who was also huge. He was huge everywhere.

  I giggled at the dirty thou
ght and took a few more photos, already planning how to create those documents Grant had asked for.

  By the time I finished with my errand, the morning had already almost completely passed. I turned around with the intention to leave, when I noticed the bulldozers arriving. I took the camera out and took a shot of the bulldozers before I finally walked back to my car.

  “Damn,” my feet were blistered from wearing heels on the site. I would need to remember to grab some flats before I left home to keep in my car from now on.

  Just as I reached my car, my phone rang. I took it out of the bag and saw Lauren’s name across the screen. We’d been friends for years. She was the ying to my yang.

  I answered her call, “Hello?”

  “Hello, sunshine!” she sang, and I rolled my eyes, chuckling because of her silly nickname. She always called me “sunshine”, “flower” or something equally childish. I loved her silliness, though.

  “Hello, grumpy,” I responded, using the nickname that was completely opposite from what Lauren was.

  “Do you want to have lunch with me? We haven’t seen each other in ages.”

  I glanced at my watch and saw that I did have some time for lunch with her. Lauren was right—we hadn’t seen each other in ages, and I missed her.

  “Okay. Let’s meet in about fifteen minutes at our usual place?”

  9

  Madison

  I entered the little pub that was Lauren’s and my most favorite place. It was cozy and it had a beautiful vintage interior. Each table had a small pot with flowers, and the walls were decorated with retro quotes in various colors and fonts. The service was always so polite, but the best thing of all was their food—the dishes were so good that it could make people lick their fingers after eating.

  It also had food to go, and I decided I would order the roast beef with potatoes and a salad for Grant as I looked over the menu.

  Just as I took a seat at one of the tables next to the windows Lauren came in, looking pretty in her long flowery dress and red hair collected in neat bun.

  “Sunshine!” She exclaimed when she saw me, kissing me on the cheeks before she took her seat across from me.