The Boss

by J. L. Perry

  “Only for you,” I admit. Sure, I’ve been with other guys, but nobody has ever come close to making me feel what I do in this moment. I already feel like I’m on the edge.

  Closing my eyes, I push my head into the wall as his fingers circle my clit. “Harrison,” I whimper.

  “Open your eyes, beautiful. I want you to see who’s making you feel like this.”

  “Oh God.” His fingers are magic.

  I gravitate my hips towards his hand as he brings me closer to the edge. We both moan in unison as he slips a finger inside me.

  “You’re so tight . . . so fucking perfect.” My breath hitches when he slides another finger inside me, as his thumb continues to circle my clit.

  “Don’t stop,” I beg.

  “Yes, that’s it. Fuck my fingers, sweetheart.” I don’t know what’s hotter. What he’s doing, or what he’s saying. His free hand moves up to palm one of my breasts again. When he pinches my nipple hard, it sends pleasure straight down to my core. “Come for me, Han.”

  Those words send me crashing over the edge. His arm slides around my waist when my legs threaten to give way, but he doesn’t stop his assault until he’s drained every ounce of pleasure from me.

  I immediately feel the loss when he withdraws his fingers. His eyes are locked with mine as he places them in his mouth. “Mmm. So sweet. Just like I imagined.” I can’t tell you how pleased I am to know he’s thought about me in that way.

  “Make love to me,” I say, reaching for him. I need more. As amazing as that was, it wasn’t enough.

  He sighs as he rests his forehead against mine. “I don’t make love Hanna, I fuck.”

  “Well, fuck me then.”

  “I can’t. Believe me I want to. I want you so bad I ache. But I’ve already crossed a line I promised I’d never cross. I only did this because I couldn’t deny you.”

  “But you’re denying me now.”

  He crashes his lips into mine, giving me a scorching hot kiss. He’s an exceptional kisser, just like I knew he would be. I’m not sure if he’s doing it to silence me, or if he’s had a sudden change of heart. I’m praying for the latter.

  Just when I think he’s going to give me what I want, he abruptly pulls away. “I’m sorry, Han. I can’t.”

  I’m trying not to make eye contact with her as we travel down in the elevator to the car waiting for us. My resolve is slipping with every passing second. I need her, I want her . . . I crave her. I’m even more consumed than I was before. Now that I’ve had a small taste, I want more. So much fucking more.

  She’s dressed to kill tonight, which does nothing for my resolve. She’s wearing a simple black dress, and a pair of sexy black high heels, but she looks and smells good enough to eat.

  After our little bathroom fiasco, she went into her room to get dressed, while I had a shower. And yes, I jacked off again. I didn’t have a choice; my balls were the same fucking colour as her damn eyes . . . blue. This time I didn’t need to make up shit in my head. I had a real life visual. I could still smell her on my fingers, and taste her in my mouth.

  Sure, I feel guilty for breaking my promise to Ethan, but at the same time, I have no regrets. Those few short minutes I spent with her, will go down as one of the highlights of my life.

  It forced me to realise that this thing I have for her is so much more than an obsession. My feelings for her run so much deeper than I ever anticipated. That scares the fuck out of me.

  We find the car Alex sent waiting for us when we exit the hotel. I’d usually sit in the back, because that’s the protocol. But not tonight. For my own safety, and hers, I need distance.

  I’m grateful for the distraction when we finally arrive at Alex’s place, although my peripheral vision can see her eyes are firmly locked on me. Alex and his wife, Alana, have seated us side by side at the dining table. She’s so close. Way too fucking close. Her fruity yet flowery scent has all my senses running on high alert, and I can’t concentrate. All I can think of is her. How her lips felt against mine. How her pussy felt wrapped around my fingers. And those damn noises she made when she came undone on my hand. I know we can’t go any further than we have, but I was stupid to think that a simple taste would be enough. I want more, so much fucking more. My head and I are on the same page, but my heart and my cock are yet to get the memo.

  “Would you mind if I used the bathroom?” Hanna asks as Alana places a glass of wine down in front of her.

  “Of course not,” she replies. “Come, I’ll show you where it is.”

  Rising from my seat, I pull Hanna’s chair out for her. Despite the fact that I’m avoiding her at all costs, I’m still a gentleman.

  “Thank you,” she says in a breathy tone as her blue eyes meet mine. That’s just how she sounded back in the bathroom in the hotel. It’s like a sucker punch to my chest. Please God, give me strength to get through tonight.

  “Your girlfriend is stunning,” Alex says when the girls leave the room.

  I don’t bother correcting him because I actually like the thought of her being my girlfriend. How fucked up is that? “Thank you.”

  A few minutes later I rise from my seat again when Hanna returns, pulling out her chair. My father may not have been a great influence on me, but I pride myself on being nothing like him. I respect women.

  The moment I’m re-seated, Hanna reaches for my hand under the table placing something in my palm. Looking down, I have to suppress my groan when I see a tiny pair of black lace panties. When my eyes dart to hers, the smile she gives me makes my heart do a flip-flop. All I can think about is that she’s now panty-less under that sexy as fuck dress. My cock is so hard it’s straining painfully against my pants. I’m a goner.

  If I’ve learnt anything today, it’s that Hanna Scott is a vixen and she doesn’t play fair.

  After we eat and the contracts are signed, I make up the excuse that we have an early flight to catch. It’s a lie. Our flight isn’t until late tomorrow afternoon. It’s those damn panties of hers. They’ve been burning a hole in my pocket all evening. Thank Christ I dressed casually tonight in a pair of black trousers, an untucked grey button down shirt and a black blazer. The shirt was enough to hide my raging hard on. I swear my cock grew harder with every passing second, so much so I’m actually surprised that fucker hasn’t burst through the fabric. I’m obsessed, and I craved to be buried balls deep inside her.

  I manage to tame the wild beast that’s raging inside me all the way home, but the second we step into the elevator, back at the hotel, I snap. I pin her back to the wall, raising both of her hands above her head. I can’t deny myself anymore. My need for her is too great. I’m not sure where tonight is going to lead, but one thing is for sure, Hanna Scott will be underneath me, and in my bed in a matter of minutes.

  “Harrison,” she whimpers as my lips crash into hers. My kiss is unrelenting. It’s wild, raw, and full of need.

  Sliding my hands under her dress, I cup her bare arse, lifting her off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me,” I command. Like the good girl she is, she does exactly what I ask. “I need you,” I groan into her mouth.

  “I need you too, Harrison . . . so much.”

  Removing her hands from the wall she threads her fingers in my hair, deepening the kiss. If there weren’t cameras in here, I swear I’d take her right now.

  When the elevator arrives at our floor, I pull away from the wall, bringing her with me. My mouth never once leaves hers as I head towards our room. Fishing the key out of my pocket I enter our suite. I’m a desperate man. I ache for her.

  Kicking the door closed with the heel of my foot, I turn and back her body against the wall. “I can’t wait. I need to have you now. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, then I’m taking you to my bed so I can pleasure you all night long.”

  “God, yes,” she moans.

  Manoeuvring my hand between us, I slide my fingers through her slick, wet pussy. “Fuck,” I say, pulling out of the kiss and resting my forehead agains
t hers. “I don’t have a condom.” I purposely took the spare ones I carry out of my wallet before we left Sydney. I didn’t want, or need, the temptation. Now I’m kicking myself.

  “I’m on the pill,” she pants.

  “I’ve never gone bareback before, Han.”

  Raising her hands, she cups my face. “I trust you, Harry. Please . . .”

  I can’t deny her . . . who am I kidding, I can’t deny myself. I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I was seventeen.

  Without thinking, or giving myself time to over analyse this, I pull down my zip and free my rock-hard dick from my pants. My need is too great; I’ll worry about the aftereffects tomorrow.

  I stroke myself a few times as I rub it against her pussy. I can’t believe this is actually happening. We both moan in unison as I push the crown of my cock inside her. She’s so tight, so warm.

  Drawing back slightly, I push all the way in. I still, giving her time to adjust. She’s so small. Her pussy feels like a vice around my cock.

  Jesus, she feels like heaven. In this moment, I know I’m ruined.

  Fucking ruined.

  “Fuck me, Harrison,” she pleads.

  Pulling back all the way to the tip, I slam into her with short hard strokes. I’ve been with lots of women over the years, but none of them have come close to making me feel the way she does. I’m actually overcome by the magnitude of emotions that are pulsing through me in this moment. I’m not going to last long; I’m already teetering on the edge. She feels too good.

  Too fucking good!

  Light is pouring into the room when I open my eyes. Hanna is still wrapped in my arms. Memories of last night bring an instant smile to my face. After taking her against the wall, I carried her to my room and took her every way imaginable, until the early hours of this morning. I made sure I became acquainted with every inch of her delectable body.

  I know I’m going to have to face Ethan when I get home, but it’s a small price to pay for what I got to experience last night. I thought I could fuck her out of my system, but now I know that’s not possible. A lifetime of her will never be enough.

  I tighten my hold because I’m not ready to let her go. I’m suddenly filled with the realisation that I don’t think I’ll ever be ready.

  Lifting my head off the pillow, I inhale her scent as I place a kiss on the top of her head.

  “Did you just sniff me?” she murmurs against my chest. I thought she was still sleeping.

  “Never,” I chuckle.

  Raising her head, her eyes meet mine. “You so sniffed me.”

  I just laugh as I flip her over onto her back, settling between her legs. She’s right, I did, but I’ll never admit it. I’m hooked on her intoxicating smell. If she doesn’t want me to sniff her, she shouldn’t smell so damn good.

  Sliding my hand behind her knee, I anchor her leg around my waist. “Good morning, beautiful,” I say as my lips trail a path down her neck.

  “Morning,” she moans as I slide inside her little piece of heaven. I always thought sex was just that, a good time . . . a release. But last night she showed me that sex with someone you care about, is so much more.

  Grabbing hold of her hands, I manoeuvre them above her head, lacing my fingers through hers. Our eyes are locked as I slowly rock into her. I told her last night I don’t make love, but I’m pretty sure in this moment that’s exactly what I’m doing. Things with her are so different.

  “I don’t want my time with you to end, Hanna,” I say, and that’s the truth, I don’t.

  “It doesn’t have to.”

  “You and I both know Ethan’s not going to be happy about this.”

  “Who I choose to be with is none of his business.” I sigh as I rest my forehead against hers. I want more, so much more. “I’m in love with you, Harrison Williams. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

  Her confession knocks me on my arse, and I’m not ashamed to admit that her words bring a lump to my throat. Nobody has ever told me they love me. Nobody.

  Placing my lips against hers, I kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone before. If I was honest with myself, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with her too. I think I have been for years.

  I know we have a fight on our hands when we get home, but she’s worth it. I don’t want to lose my friendship with Ethan, but I don’t want to lose her either.

  If I’m certain of one thing; it’s that I want this . . . I want her.

  She’s worth the fight and I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

  Our flight home isn’t much different to the one on the way here, yet it’s completely different. If that even makes sense. This time Hanna sleeps the whole way. We’re both exhausted because we chose to bonk each other’s brains out instead of sleep. Mind you, we didn’t get out of bed until around lunch time. We did pause long enough to order some breakfast via room service, and that’s only because we needed the energy it would provide to sustain us. Then we were straight back into it. Unbeknownst to her, we played out almost every secret fantasy I’ve had since this obsession first started. I still have a few up my sleeves, but I’ll get to them over the coming days.

  I was sure my cock was close to falling off by the time we jumped into the shower, but he didn’t disappoint and performed like a fucking champion as I took her one more time up against the tiles. Sure, I’ve had marathon sex sessions before, plenty, but never like this. She’s so much more than I ever imagined she’d be. So much more.

  I groan inwardly when I feel my cock jump in my pants. Just thinking about her is turning me on. “Down boy,” I whisper as I adjust my crotch in my pants. Never in my life has a woman had this kind of effect on me. I guess this isn’t just anyone though . . . this is Hanna Scott we’re talking about here.

  I smile to myself as I rest my head back onto the seat. I still can’t believe it. I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy. The smile quickly falls from my face when Ethan enters my mind. How am I going to break this to him? I know he’s going to be pissed. Really pissed. Fuck. Talk about a bubble burster.

  I exhale a drawn-out breath as my stomach churns. I’m torn. My brain is screaming, what the hell were you thinking, but my heart on the other hand, is close to bursting. I wouldn’t give back a second of what we experienced together this weekend, even if it’s going to ruin things with my best friend, my bro. Christ, I hope that’s not the case. I’d hate to think of how my life would be without him in it.

  My lips turn up at the corners as Hanna slides her arm around my waist and snuggles in closer to me. A contented sigh falls from her sweet lips when I lean down and place a soft kiss on her hair.

  Settling down is something I didn’t think I had in me, but one glorious weekend with her has me doubting that already. I want this with her, I mean really fucking want this. That thought doesn’t even freak me out, which is crazy. I feel my smile widen when I think about her confession. I can’t believe she loves me.

  How did I not see this?

  Maybe because when she was around I was so busy trying to cover up my own feelings, I failed to notice she was doing the same.

  “I had the best weekend,” Hanna says when I exit the airport carpark and turn onto the street. “The best.” She reaches over the centre console and places her hand on my upper thigh. I fucking love that she just did that.

  “No regrets?” I ask.

  “None whatsoever. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt about being with you like this. You were everything I hoped you’d be, and so much more.”

  Her words have me smiling like a fool. Wrapping my hand around hers, I pull it up towards my face and plant a chaste kiss on her palm. “And you certainly surpassed every dirty thought I’ve ever had about you.”

  “You’ve had dirty thoughts about me?” she asks as her face lights up.

  “Maybe one or two,” I reply with a smirk. That’s such a fucking lie . . . more like one or two million.

  My head
darts in her direction when we pull up to the traffic lights. She looks just as happy as I feel. “I like that you’ve thought that way about me,” she confesses as a slight blush appears on her pretty face. She’s always appeared so angelic to me, but after this weekend I know better. She’s a damn vixen in the bedroom. Just the way I like my women.

  We’re quiet for the rest of the drive home. Her hand is still on my thigh, and mine is covering hers. I find myself driving slower than usual. I don’t want my time with her to end. God knows what we’ll have to contend with when we reach her place.

  The closer we get, the more uneasy I become. When I turn into her street, my leg starts to bounce as I work myself into a frenzy.

  “Are you okay, Harry?” she asks. “You look kinda petrified.” I pull over to the kerb a few houses away from Ethan’s. When I put the car in park, I let go of the wheel and scrub my hands over my face. “Harrison. What’s wrong?” Shaking my head, I bury my face in my hands. “Harrison, please. You’re freaking me out. This isn’t the end of us, is it?”

  I reach for her hand as I turn in my seat to face her. “Do you want it to be?”

  “No. No, I don’t.” Her words come in a screech, and I can see the panic on her face.

  “I don’t want it to be either.”

  “Then what? What’s going on?”

  “I don’t think I’m ready to tell your brother yet?”

  “Don’t worry about, Ethan,” she says, bringing her hand up to cup my face.

  “But I am, Han. He’s like family to me, and I don’t want to lose him over this.”

  “So, what are you trying to say? You’re choosing him over me?”

  “What? No!”

  “Then what?”

  “I’m just not ready to tell him yet. Can we keep this between us for a few more days?”