My Boss Can’t Get Enough

by Hamel, B. B.

  “Cool, right?” I ask.

  “Very.”

  “I found it on the last trip. Honestly, it was in better shape then. They’re letting it get swallowed up.”

  “Probably forgot it exists. I mean, it’s pretty remote.”

  “True.” I sit down on the edge. She joins me tentatively. “I like this spot though. It’s quiet. People don’t really come back here, or at least they didn’t the last time I was here.”

  “I can see why people would like nature. I mean, I don’t. I hate nature. But I can see the appeal.”

  I laugh at her. “You hate nature? How can you hate nature?”

  “It’s uncomfortable. It bites and stings. I like air conditioning.”

  “Okay. That’s fair, I guess.”

  “But I mean, I get this. It’s nice.”

  “Yeah, it’s nice.” I pause and cock my head at her. “Not as nice as air conditioning.”

  “Nothing is, to be fair.”

  I laugh and move slightly closer. Our legs are touching and I know she’s noticed. She looks up at me, meeting my gaze.

  I feel a thrill run through me. We’re alone out here, so alone in the woods. Nobody’s going to come and interrupt.

  “We can go back, if you want,” I say softly.

  “That’s okay. I like it here.”

  “I thought you’d say that.” I reach out, fingers on her cheek. She turns into my touch and I move my hand back, lacing my fingers into her hair. She lets out a low purr in her throat. “I thought you’d like this.”

  I lean closer and she’s breathing fast. Her breasts rise and fall and make my blood sing.

  “We shouldn’t,” she whispers.

  “No. We shouldn’t. But I think we’re going to anyway.”

  And then I kiss her, pressing my lips tight against her perfect mouth, letting my body faintly have what it’s been craving so badly.

  8

  Taylor

  As soon as his lips touch mine I know, I just know, there was no other way for this to happen.

  I can’t imagine coming here with him and not letting him touch my skin… not letting him kiss me.

  We’re alone, so alone out here. And I know I need him so badly it almost hurts.

  He tastes like grass and sunshine and the path we just walked on. His smell moves through me like smoke as pleasure mounts between my legs, growing in a steady thump of need and desire and, yes, there’s some fear, too.

  I’m afraid of being caught. I’m afraid of getting involved with my boss.

  But most of all, I’m afraid of letting myself like this too much.

  That’s the most terrifying thing of all. If I like it too much, that means I’ve given myself to him. And I’m not sure I’m ready to do that.

  I feel him pull my hair, tipping my chin back. I groan as he kisses my neck softly. “I’ve been waiting to do that,” he whispers, “and it’s been hard keeping my hands off you.”

  “You did a good job until now,” I say back.

  I can feel his smirk as his lips come up and meet mine again.

  “What can I say, you make me a weak man.”

  He pulls my hair tighter and I groan. His other hand moves down my body, over my sweater, over my breasts, down to my hips. I feel him caress my legs, my ass, and I feel that pulsing need grow hotter, tighter, like my pussy is on fire for him.

  I moan into his kiss and I know I need more. I need so much more but it’s insane, it’s dangerous, it’s stupid. We’re in a precarious position with work and we’re out in the open in the middle of nowhere and anyone can see and…

  God, these are all stupid excuses. I know I’m not stopping. I know I can’t.

  His hands push my legs open. I let out a little gasp as he easily unbuttons my jeans.

  “Baker,” I pant. “What if someone sees?”

  “Nobody will,” he purrs. “And if they do, so what? A man like me is entitled to have what he wants.”

  That gets a strangled moan from my throat. “You want… you want this?”

  “I want you, sweet Taylor.” His lips find mine again as his hand slips down between my legs… down beneath my panties.

  I let out a gasp and lean back on the fountain, gripping the edge. I can hear the water lapping below at the concrete, running into the pool from the spout in the center. His hand finds my wet spot and I moan, shocked at how soaked I am, how easily his fingers slide around my clit.

  I groan as he kisses me again, a renewed frenzy in his tongue. I kiss him back and let him grab my hair tight as his fingers do their dirty work, spreading me open, teasing my clit in soft and excruciatingly incredible circles. His fingers are nimble and flexible and he knows exactly what he’s doing with them as he teases me further, faster.

  I moan louder and he strangles it off with his kiss again. “God damn, you’re incredible,” he whispers. “Dripping wet for me already. Look at you, sweet. You’re soaked just from kissing me.”

  “Oh, god,” I groan. “I didn’t mean it.”

  “Yes, you did, filthy girl. You’re a sweet girl, Taylor, but I can tell what you need.”

  I moan as his fingers slide inside of me, two fingers pushing into my soaking pussy. He strokes me like that, grabbing my hair tight. I feel controlled and taken right out in the open and that sense of being totally exposed only makes this that much better.

  I groan and roll my hips as he slides his fingers back out to roll along my clit. I’m buzzing with pleasure, feeling it all over my skin and body, unable to barely control myself.

  He pulls back suddenly and drops to his knees. I gasp, staring down at him with wide eyes as he slowly peels my jeans down my body, leaving me with only my panties between my skin and the cold concrete.

  He kisses my inner thigh and growls at me. “You taste incredible, sweet. I swear, it’s candy. This skin is perfect. And I need to lick your soaked little pussy and drink you in.”

  I moan as he drops my jeans on the ground and pushes my legs wide open. He slides my panties aside and his tongue slowly finds me, licking top to bottom.

  I grasp and grab his hair. The cold concrete is totally forgotten as his tongue starts to lap me up. He licks me slowly at first before moving faster, rolling along my clit, licking and sucking me faster. He grabs my hips and ass, licking every inch, sliding his tongue inside my slit before moving back to suck my clit.

  I arch my back and move my hips. I shimmy them against him, pushing his face down tighter against my spot. Pulsing waves of pleasure dominate me and I can feel my muscles starting to tense. This is how it begins, my muscles tightening, my pleasure mounting, and he’s making it happen so fast.

  I can barely breathe. He doesn’t slow down. He licks me, sucking me, clearly enjoying it. He lets out a growl and slides two fingers deep into my pussy before looking up at me.

  “Fuck,” I gasp.

  “You taste incredible.” He stands, fingers buried between my legs, and kisses me. I grab his hair and pull it tight. I swear we nearly tip back into the water but he stabilizes us, kissing me back with a starving frenzy. I can taste myself on his lips and I think I actually like it.

  He drops back down between my legs. “When I’m finished, you can clean my fingers off,” he growls. “Since you so clearly like tasting yourself.”

  I groan, blushing like crazy, but it feels too good. I can’t let myself think. I can’t let myself worry about what he thinks of me.

  I don’t care. I can’t care. It feels too good.

  He slides his fingers deeper inside of me and his tongue and lips suck at my clit. I groan and I’m losing it now, letting all the intense pleasure mount up deep between my legs, mount up hard and fast and incredible. I push him tighter, moaning, gasping. I can feel sweat rolling down my back from how tense my muscles are.

  I’m a ball of pent-up energy and I know I’m inches from bursting.

  But he doesn’t let me go. He keeps teasing me, licking me, pushing me further and further. He builds me up and ma
kes it better, makes the pleasure keep going. I don’t know what I’m going to do, I don’t think I can do anything. I’m losing my mind and I’m out here in the open, on the fountain, in the middle of nowhere, my boss’s tongue between my legs.

  “Oh, fuck,” I gasp. “Oh, fuck. Baker. Please.”

  “Go ahead,” he growls. “Go ahead. I want to taste it.”

  “Baker. Fuck.” I grab his hair tight. “Baker. Oh, fuck, Baker.”

  He keeps going, fingers sliding in and out, sucking my clit, and I know I can’t take it anymore. I’m to tense, too built up. There’s no stopping it now as it washes over me, my cheeks flushing, my chest flushing, everything turning pink as the orgasm rips into me.

  I come hard. I don’t think I’ve ever come like this before in my life. Everything disappears, everything but the orgasm. It’s sweet release, a sudden stream of pleasure ripping between my legs, and he doesn’t stop.

  No, Baker keeps going. He sucks me up, licks me up, and growls his pleasure.

  I come a delicious, vicious, intense explosion all through my body and I just keep saying his name, over and over again, my voice echoing into the forest. It’s ferocious and it’s paradise and I don’t want it to ever stop, never, not ever.

  But it does, slowly, so slowly. He brings me down again and I’m left leaning back against the fountain, clutching at the edge, breathing hard. I can feel the cold concrete under my ass again but it doesn’t bother me much. He moves my panties back into position and leans over me, a smirk on his lips.

  He kisses me. I taste my pussy before he moves back and puts his two fingers in my mouth.

  I suck them, my tongue rolling along his fingers. He watches, his eyes burning with need, as I lick them clean. I want to be good for him, a good girl that does what he wants. I like the taste and when I’m finished, he steps back from me, staring.

  I’m flushed and breathing hard and my jeans are in a pile on the ground.

  “Get dressed. We should go back.”

  I nod once. I get up, a little dizzy. He steadies me and helps me get my pants back on.

  “You okay?” he whispers,

  “I’m okay.”

  “Good.”

  He takes my hand and leads me back onto the path. We walk slowly. I feel dizzy and high from the orgasm, grinning like a moron.

  As we get closer to the hotel, he drops my hand. I wish he’d keep holding it, but I know the closer we get, the more dangerous it is.

  Still, I’m giddy with it. I’m giddy with him. I feel like a stupid teenager and I know I should resist this. I want to cling onto his arm and breathe in his smell.

  But I feel him stiffen next to me, looking up ahead down the path.

  I glance up into his face, surprised at his body language. He looks worried for just the briefest moments before his mask of neutrality falls back over his feature.

  I follow his gaze and spot what made him react.

  Carol’s walking down the path. She’s alone, wearing exercise gear, and clearly out to get a good hike in.

  “Hello, Carol,” Baker says as she gets closer.

  “Baker.” Her eyes flit to me and the briefest of frowns crosses her mouth. She doesn’t greet me though, just looks back at my boss. “Having a nice time?”

  “We are,” he says. “Thought we’d go for a walk and talk strategy.”

  “Right, strategy. Of course. What an elegant euphemism.” She doesn’t smile, she doesn’t laugh.

  Baker doesn’t either.

  His eyes narrow. “Excuse me, Carol?”

  “Oh, nothing. Just a silly, bad joke.”

  “Of course. For a second, I thought you might be implying something.”

  Her smile is icy. “I’d never.”

  “Well.” He steps aside, allowing her to pass. “Have a nice walk.”

  “You as well.” She continues on without glancing in my direction.

  Baker stands there and watches her go before letting out a sigh.

  “If she wasn’t out to get us, she will be now,” he says softly.

  “What? Why?”

  He looks at me. “You’re flushed, practically red. She’s not dumb.”

  I feel myself blush even more. “You think she knows what we just…?”

  “She doesn’t know, but she guesses, I’m sure.”

  I feel so embarrassed I could die. “What do we do? I mean, she could—”

  “It’s okay,” he says softly. “We’ll be fine. People won’t listen to her if she just starts making accusations and she knows it. No, we’ll just be more careful.”

  “More… careful?”

  His smirk is delicious as he steps closer to me, bending down to whisper in my ear. “What, you thought that would be a one-time thing? Oh, no, sweet. I’m just getting started with you.”

  And without another word, he turns and heads back toward the hotel. I’m left trembling there, desire coursing through my body. I have to force myself to hurry to catch up with him.

  I watch his face as we approach the hotel again. It’s blank, showing nothing, but there’s something in him… something fierce and intense.

  I know why he stole me from Carol. I know it and he knows it, but I haven’t been able to admit it.

  God, it’s so wrong. It’s so, so wrong.

  But I don’t think I care. Not right now, not with that orgasm still swimming in my veins.

  There’s more to come… then good.

  Let it come.

  Bring it on, Baker.

  9

  Baker

  Running into Carol like that on the hiking trail was a close call, but nothing we can’t survive.

  We head back to our separate rooms after that, as much as I want to bring her back and taste her all over again in private. I can’t let myself do that though, maybe not yet.

  This is a retreat, after all, and there’s work to do.

  I sleep fitfully, Taylor’s taste running through my dreams in starts and stops.

  In the morning, I have breakfast early and alone. I drink coffee outside, in the chilly air, gathering myself before the day to come. I need to get centered before everything starts. I need to get Taylor’s incredible body, her moans, her skin, all of her out of my mind.

  I have to be professional. At least for a little bit, while Carol is most suspicious.

  Most of the office arrives this morning. I can already see them starting to trickle in. I head up and knock on Taylor’s door.

  “Morning,” she says, looking fresh in a pair of jeans and a cardigan. Her hair’s up in a messy bun that’s somehow both stylish and casual and suits her perfectly.

  “Morning. We have lots to do today.”

  “Okay.” She smiles at me, nice and chipper. “Can I get coffee first?”

  I look at her very seriously. “Taylor, I would never, ever deny you some coffee.”

  She rolls her eyes at me and I laugh as we head back downstairs together.

  It feels easy and comfortable although the memory of her taste still lingers on my lips. And based on the way she keeps glancing at me, I think she’s feeling the same way.

  Shove it down. Get it together.

  I need to be in full control of myself today.

  We make it into the lobby without tearing each other’s clothes off, which is a win in my book.

  Once there, I’m swamped with people. Taylor waves and heads into the dining room to get something to eat and drink and I let her go, falling into my role as CEO.

  I was born for this job. I don’t know why, but it always made sense to me. I like organizing people and I like interacting with them. I’ve always been outgoing and I think you have to be if you’re going to be the leader of a large organization like this.

  I like listening to their problems and I love solving those problems. It just comes so easily.

  So I fall into my role. I laugh and shake hands and listen intently. I don’t let myself think too much about Taylor, her legs spread wide open, her pussy dripping h
oney on my tongue.

  “Okay, folks!” I call out as more and more people start to gather in the lobby. “Can I have all the Artificial International folks over here, please?”

  A general crowd starts to form around me. Some of the other upper-level managers stand nearby, although I can’t help but note that Carol’s missing.

  “Everyone, I know this is a celebratory retreat, but it’s still work, right?”

  I hear some groans and at least one boo. I laugh and shake my head.

  “I know, I know. It’s the worst. But please, we’re going to do some activities today, just fun stuff, nothing serious and it won’t last all afternoon. We’ll do all the corporate retreat highlights, and once that’s out of the way, we can focus on what we’re all here for.”

  “Drinking and having fun!” someone calls out.

  I join in with the laughter.

  “Well, yeah, but also the launch of the bus initiative.”

  I get some applause at that. I grin at everyone and hold up my hands.

  “Okay, so, you all have welcome packets with group information. We broke this mess up into teams. Check your schedule, go to your activity, and try to have some fun. And don’t drink too much yet!”

  There’s more applause and laughter as the group breaks up. Taylor’s there nearby and I glance at her. She’s smiling at me, giving me this odd look.

  I join her and we start walking toward the ballroom together. “How was that?” I ask her softly.

  “Good. People seem happy.”

  “Okay. That’s half my job, really. Keeping people happy.”

  “I thought you made all sorts of fancy and exciting decisions?”

  “Well, sure, that too. But mostly I keep people happy.”

  She laughs and I’m so tempted to take her hand in mine, but I resist the urge.

  We head into the ballroom where the groups are forming up. I hired a corporate retreat team to run different little games for everyone, just teambuilding sort of stuff. My group is made up of the upper-level managers, and when we finally gather around, Carol makes her appearance. She doesn’t speak, just blends in with the group.