The Boss Crush

by Penny Wylder

  “I don't know if you realize this, but Sandy isn't the only boss around here. She can't just fire you. It doesn't work like that.”

  She lifts her eyes to mine slowly, her cheeks glistening in spent tears. And still all I see is such beauty. In the swollen eyes, in the red cheeks, in the smeared makeup and heavy frown; I see nothing but perfection.

  Dalia makes my heart go wild.

  Gripping her chin, I hold her face so she can't look away. “I don't want you to worry about anything. You have so much talent. I'll never let you go just like that.”

  She shakes her head, her lips lifting into a light smile. I have to kiss her. The urge is overwhelming, it's consuming me as I stare into her eyes.

  Dalia looks so lost, so unbelievably lost that I just want to bring her home. I want her to know what she has right in front of her. I want her to feel what it's like to not have to work for something at all.

  Because we belong together.

  I watch her eyes as I lean in closer, closer, a little bit closer, until my lips are hovering over hers. They're not touching, but I can already feel the soft, dewiness of her lips. She inhales sharply, tilting her head a hair, almost daring me to keep going.

  She exhales, I inhale, breathing her into my lungs. There's a sweetness that seeps through my body, warming me from the inside out. My skin starts to tingle, my chest constricts and my dick pulses.

  That's it, there is no more control. There's no more slow and steady. No more nice guy trying to be courteous. The animal is out, and it's coming for her.

  Crushing my lips against hers, my body buzzes as the electricity flows between us. My taste buds explode as her tongue tangles with mine, and I break to the desire streaming through my veins.

  The things I want to do to her are far from sweet and kind. I want to throw her down on her back, spread her thighs wide, and not waste one more second on this foreplay shit.

  But I won't do that to her.

  Or will I?

  I can't promise shit.

  Stretching my hands deep into her hair, I tug, and kiss her harder.

  The skin on her shoulders sparkles in gold bursts, so tender, so velvet smooth. I have to touch her, stroke her, enjoy every inch of her.

  With strong hands, I sweep my fingertips down her bare back, scooping her up and setting her on my lap.

  Dalia lets out an audible gasp as she giggles, spreading her legs wide around my hips. With firm hands, I hold her ass, squeezing hard.

  She kisses me harder, with more craze and passion. Speaking between kisses, she asks, “Should we really be doing this here?”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.”

  “Then you have your answer, don't you?” Smirking, I slip my hands up her back, setting open palms on her shoulder blades, and pulling her down.

  I kiss her harder. Deeper. Biting her shoulder, I run my tongue across the top of her collarbone, up the curve of her throat, and across her jawline.

  Dalia groans, letting her head fall back as her mouth drops open, and her back instinctively arches into my body. “Mm, Lyle,” she moans softly, her words made of mostly air with a layer of gritty need.

  It's that layer, that small tiny detail in her voice that makes me go fucking insane. All I want is to hear my name on her lips again, to feel her voice in my chest as she gives in, forgetting everything else in her life.

  “Say it again.” Digging my fingers into her back, I press her down so her pussy rubs against my already raging hard-on. “I need to hear you say it again.”

  “Say what?” she asks as her eyes fall to mine.

  “My name.”

  Dalia grins as she licks her lips. “Lyle.” The word comes out of her mouth so erotically I almost can't contain my excitement.

  “Again,” I command as I unbutton my pants. My cock busts out, slapping against the front of her pussy, and making her breath hitch.

  “Lyle,” she says, her eyes frozen on mine, tits rising up, and pillowing out of the top of her dress. She nibbles her bottom lip, pulling it delicately into her mouth.

  “I fucking love that.” Growling, I float more kisses across her collarbone, and down the outside of her arm. “Again.” My hands guide her body, rocking her hips back and forth.

  My shaft rubs against her lace panties. The friction is eclectic. I can feel she’s wet and white hot. I can't stop touching her. Her thighs are so smooth, my fingers glide easily under her skirt and over her ass.

  A shiver scales her body as I gently tickle across the inner creases of her thighs. So slow. So delicately. So very tender.

  The corner of her lip perks, and her lids lower seductively. “Fuck me, Lyle,” she says, but it's weak, it's not enough.

  I want more.

  “That's all you got?” I ask, digging firm fingers into her hips and holding her still.

  My cock presses against her. The only thing keeping me from slipping inside her is a thin wisp of material. I can the intense beat of her heart as it pulses through her clit.

  “You need more?” Dalia's long lashes fan her lids like canopies as she blinks. “What do you want, Lyle?”

  “I want you to beg me for it.” Thinning my lips, I jerk my hips up, making my dick tap her clit.

  Dalia whimpers, sucking her bottom lip back into her mouth as she moans. She grinds down, trying her best to rub against me, to get some relief from the intense hunger her body is feeling.

  “Please,” she says softly, her eyes hiding under hooded lids. “Please, fuck me, Lyle. I can't take this anymore.”

  “Now that's more like it,” I say with a smile as I shed the last thread of control I have.

  Slipping her panties to the side, I press up inside her as I push her hips down. Her legs spread wider, burying the last inch of my cock. I lift her up with my hands and drop her back down, forcing my cock in even deeper.

  Dalia moans loud and hard, falling forward as she rocks with me, riding my length. Everything about the way we move together is perfect. We were made for each other. I knew it back then, and I still know it now.

  Sitting on the top step in the stairwell, Dalia rides my cock as I hold her ass. Lifting up on her knees, she drops down hard and fast. It feels like my dick hits her lower belly, and I feel her the warm juices flowing down my shaft and over my balls.

  It's incredible. The feeling coursing through my body is hot as fire and cold as ice, it's loud and soft, it's fast and slow, it's everything all at once.

  Sucking in a ragged breath, I lick across her chest, tasting her salty skin. I want to lick every inch of her body, she tastes so fucking good.

  Her strapless dress makes it easy for me to pull down the front and take one of her tits in my mouth. Her nipple is pebbled, so I pluck it with my teeth, then suck on it again. Using one of my hands, I pinch her other nipple as I grind up hard and fast.

  Up and down, up and down, Dalia holds my shoulders, using them for leverage as she fucks me. Her hips roll, rubbing her clit hard against me. She's moving faster, dropping harder, digging her nails into my upper shoulders.

  “Yeah, fuck me, Lyle. I need you to fuck me, I need you to take me away from here.” Her voice drifts between reality and fiction as if fucking her here and now will send her home like the click of ruby red heels.

  Pistoning my hips hard and fast, her clit rubs against my stomach. I watch as goosebumps explode down her arms, and she drops her head back, mouth open wide. Her lilting song makes my heart skip a beat and my cock swell.

  Her pussy bears down around me, milking my shaft. Falling forward, Dalia drives her face into the crook of my neck and moans. Her fingers rake through my hair, and down my neck as her body begins to shake.

  With one last thrust, my cock twitches inside her. Pulse after pulse of cum fills her, spilling out around the base.

  Dalia's chest is rising and falling hard as she sits up straight. “Think I'll get pregnant because we didn't use protection?” Winking, she smiles big as she fixes her dress,
covering her chest.

  I chuckle with her, and brush a few loose strands of hair away from her face. “You are coming back to the party, right?” She shrugs a shoulder with a half-smile. “You can't let her win, Dalia. Going back will be the ultimate fuck you.”

  Her lips purse, and I can see her thinking. It takes her a second, but she nods. “I’ll go back, but just to thank the clients, and then I'm going.”

  “Fair enough,” I say, helping her off my lap.

  “Can we get some air first, though?”

  “Yeah.” Taking her hand, I lead her up the stairs. “We can use the emergency exit to the roof, it's right up here.”

  Opening the door, a cool breeze blows between us, causing Dalia to wrap herself in her arms. Taking off my jacket, I cover her shoulders and wrap my arm around her. We walk to the edge of the roof and Dalia looks out at the city.

  “This is where it all started.” Her voice is barely audible, but the wind gives it enough push for me to hear it.

  “You're wrong,” I say, turning her to face me. Placing my hands on the sides of her face, I tip her head up. “This started a long time ago, you told me yourself.”

  Her cheeks flush as she smiles. “I never meant to say it out loud, I always meant to keep it to myself. You were way out of my league.”

  “None of that ever mattered. It didn't matter who your friends were, or who mine were. That day at the party when we kissed, I knew instantly that there was something special about you, about us together. I was just too young and dumb to know what it was, but I can't deny it now.”

  “Yeah, and what was that?”

  “Love, Dalia.” Holding her face, I bring her in and kiss her forehead. “I love you, Dalia Greene.”

  “I love you too,” she says through glassy eyes.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Sandy's voice screeches through the air, and we both spin around to stare at her.

  She's swaying on her feet, wobbling with every step as she drunkenly flails her glass out to the side. “I thought I made myself clear, Dalia? You don't deserve my brother. He's too good for you.”

  “Sandy, come on,” I say, taking a step forward. “You're drunk, go back inside.”

  Her eyes zip to mine, lips angrily turning down into a snarl. “Fuck you, I'm not going anywhere. You think I'm just going to walk away and let her win? No fucking way.” She shakes her head as she leans forward, provoking Dalia with open arms. “I was here first; I'll always be first. Just like back in high school, fucking up your portfolio was one of the best things I've ever done.”

  “Sandy, enough!” I yell, using my hand to push Dalia behind me, and block her from the onslaught of my sister's drunken rage.

  Throwing her glass across the roof, it smashes against the far cement wall. “I get it now, I really do, Lyle. Nothing I do will stop this, will it? And now there's a damn baby—” Raking her fingers over her head, she sets one hand on her hip and grips her jaw.

  She's gone nuts. I've never seen her so unhinged. This isn't the sister I know. This is someone else.

  “Sandy, stop, just stop already. You know I love you, but as a sister. I love you as my sister, and nothing will ever change that.”

  “Fuck you, Lyle. You're going to stand there and tell me you love me?” Throwing a hand to her chest, her mouth falls open as she lets out a sarcastic laugh. “You hear that?” she asks as she looks over at Dalia. “He says he loves me. He loves me like the sister I am. How fucking sweet of him.”

  She takes a step to the side, like she's trying to get closer to Dalia. I don't like the look on her face. It's her eyes, the way they're so black right now. Her pupils have taken over her eyes, creating giant, empty holes.

  I move with her, blocking her completely from Dalia. Dalia and the baby are my priority now, I have to keep them safe. There's a certain level of danger on the roof at the moment with my sister. I don't trust her. She's so fucked up, she could do something stupid. I won't risk it.

  “You're drunk, Sandy, and it's been a long day. Why don't you just go home and sleep it off? You don't want to say or do anything you'll regret.” Both my palms are out and open, doing my best to keep the peace.

  Smooth and calm, just keep your cool.

  Patting the air, I mirror her steps, becoming a wall between her and Dalia. I don't even want Sandy looking at her.

  Her lids drop, pupils turning to pinpricks as she takes in deep and heavy breath like a bull ready to charge. “Do you have any idea what I've done for you?” she asks, turning all her attention on me. “Do you know what it feels like to see you kissing her, or finding out you fucking knocked her up? Hm, Lyle? Do you know what that feels like?”

  Sandy throws her arms out against my chest and gives me a hard shove. “I've done everything right. I've done everything to be perfect for you! And you never fucking noticed! You were too fucking blind to see it when it was right in front of your fucking face!”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I ask, brows furrowing.

  “Me! You never saw me!” Slapping her hands against her chest, her eyes jump open, exposing all the whites. “I've been standing right in front of you! No one knows you better than me, Lyle! But instead you give yourself to her! To her! Why? Why haven't you ever looked at me the same way you look at her?” Her voice is straining as she holds back drunken tears.

  “Sandy, you're my sister. I love you as my sister, that's it. That's all it will ever be. I don't know where you got this idea in your head, but our relationship will never be more than that.” Slicing the air with my hand, I look back at Dalia, and reach for her hand. “With Dalia it's a different kind of love. Dalia owns my heart and my soul. I love her with everything, and I always have.”

  Looking back at Sandy, I don't see understanding in her eyes. I don't see compassion or even a hint of longing to have what we have. All I see is hate and anger.

  Her lip curls up like a rabid animal, her eyes turn black, and her chest puffs up as she holds her breath. Her nostrils begin to move, flaring wide in and out as she finally starts to breathe.

  “It doesn't matter, none of this shit matters. I don't care how happy you two think you are, or how much you want to have your perfect house with a white picket fence. I'm going to ruin your fucking lives. You hear me? I'm going to fucking destroy you.” Sandy jabs a finger in the air, stabbing it at both of us. Her eyes flick back and forth, bursting with flames.

  Storming off, Sandy goes back inside, slamming the heavy door behind her.

  This is going to be bad. I know instantly she's going to do something rash, something thoughtless. And it's going to hurt at least one of us.

  “Shit, she's going to go do something stupid.” Looking back at Dalia, I squeeze her hand and give it a little tug. “I need to get in there before she does something she won't be able to take back.”

  Dalia nods, braiding her fingers deeper into mine. “All right,” she says. “Let's go.”

  “You don't have to do that, you can stay up here, relax, let me handle her. I understand if you'd rather—”

  “What? No, I'm not going to stay here and hide, Lyle. I'm coming with you.” I can see the seriousness in her expression. “I'm not going to let you do this alone.”

  We both run back inside. Her hand is still securely in mine, and I'm tempted to just drag her to my car and get us the hell out of here. I'm tired of this shit, I'm done doing damage control for my sister.

  I don't have the energy to keep cleaning up her messes and holding her hand. But this is my company too, and I won't risk her destroying everything we built.

  As I throw the doors open to the party, and run into the room, I'm afraid I'm too late. Sandy is standing on a table, her makeup is smeared down her cheeks, and her hair is tangled and messy.

  Her gaze moves across the room, stopping on Dalia and me. “Speak of the devil,” she says, holding out her hand.

  The entire room turns in our direction, every set of eyes is gawking, and waiting to find out w
here this little show is going.

  Letting go of Dalia, I dart to Sandy. “What the hell are you doing?” I ask harshly through grit teeth. “Get down from there.”

  “No, Lyle! This is what you asked for, this is what you wanted right? You want to destroy everything we built for her. This,” she snarls, leaning over closer to my face, “this is your fault.” Standing up tall, she holds her hands in the air, and silences the room. “Everyone! Can I have your attention? I have an announcement to make!” Dalia claps her hands with an evil grin. “I have some wonderful news to share. . .”

  She purses her lips and smiles big, holding her hands up next to cheek. “Lyle Vox, the man we all know and love, the one who holds his reputation high. . .” Sandy swipes an open hand in my direction, driving every set of eyes my way. “Well, he just got our new employee pregnant. Can you believe it? He knocked up Dalia Greene.” Her words are slurred as she sways side to side.

  Glancing back at Dalia, her cheeks are red, and she looks like she's about to cry. Her breathing is picking up, and she's starting to shy away, backing away slowly as everyone stares at her.

  Sucking in a big breath of air, I know exactly what to do. I'll play her game, but we both know, I can play it better.

  Nodding, I lift an arm up as I turn to face the crowd. “Yes, yes, I know. I didn't think it was going to come out this way, I was planning to have a pizza party or something,” I chuckle, which in turn makes everyone else laugh. “But I guess Sandy just couldn't contain her excitement anymore.” Walking back to Dalia, I take both her hands in mine, and pull her into the center of the room. “It's true. Dalia and I just found out we're having a baby.”

  The room lets out an audible gasp, and the air turns thick as jello. Everyone is looking between each other, gauging how they should react.

  Should they be happy? Concerned? Angry? Upset?

  No one seems to know, so they all stay eerily silent. Eyes wide, drinks in hand, waiting to see what comes next.

  “But that's not the only news I have tonight,” I say loudly, making sure I'm facing Dalia. “I can't wait to have this baby with the woman I love, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her.”