My Boss Can’t Get Enough

by Hamel, B. B.

  There are maybe fifteen of us in total. That’s good, not too many, not too few. Taylor is part of the group simply because she was a late addition.

  I’m the de facto leader, well, because I’m the leader of the company. But the corporate retreat guy, this young man with jet black hair slicked back wearing a dark gray polo and khaki slacks, is the one running the game.

  “Okay, folks, my name is Ted and I’ll be your instructor for this activity,” he says, standing in front of our loose circle of people. “In this exercise, we’re going to do the one thing everyone dreams about at a corporate retreat.”

  There are a few groans all around the circle. I’m already grinning.

  “Trust falls!” Ted laughs and spreads his arms out wide.

  Now everyone’s groaning. I’m laughing right along with him though.

  Ted looks over at me. “I’m guessing you’ve done them before? You’re Baker, right?”

  “That’s right,” I say, stepping up.

  “Well, Baker, have you done these in the past?”

  “Sure have. With four different companies and maybe twenty different random strangers.” I get a laugh with that.

  “Perfect. Then you wouldn’t mind demonstrating, would you?”

  “Of course.” I put my arms out in the catching position. “Who wants to fall on me? Larry, big guy, you want to get over here?”

  Larry laughs and shakes his head.

  “Let’s start with someone easy,” Ted says. “How about the young lady? She looks small, easily catchable.”

  I look over at Taylor and she’s shaking her head vigorously.

  I should pick someone else. I’m acutely aware of Carol watching every single little move I make.

  But I can’t help myself. The look on Taylor’s face is driving me wild with delight.

  “Come on, Taylor,” I say, holding my arms out for her. Some of the others laugh. “I won’t drop you. I promise.”

  “Yeah, come on up, Taylor,” Ted says with a big old grin. “We’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

  I waggle my eyebrows at her and a few others laugh even more. Taylor’s blushing but she reluctantly comes to the front of the group, shooting me an annoyed look but still making herself smile.

  “Okay, so,” Ted says, “trust falls are simple. Taylor, you cross your arms and look straight ahead. Baker, you stand behind her and as she drops back, you catch her. Very simple.”

  “I can handle that,” I say.

  “Why can’t I catch him?” Taylor asks.

  “Because you’re small and he’s big,” Ted says. “And he’s the boss. Seems only fair.”

  I grin at her. “See. Ted says so.”

  She rolls her eyes. “I just want to make it clear that I am trust falling under protest.”

  “Protest noted,” I say. “Cross those arms.”

  She sighs and does as instructed. Everyone’s watching us now and I can feel the edge of anticipation start to strike.

  Here’s the thing about trust falls. Everyone hates them but when it’s your turn to fall, there’s something about going through with it. Yes, it’s an exercise in trust, hence the name. But it’s also an exercise in excitement.

  It’s not quite skydiving, but it’s like that. Part of the thrill of skydiving is the possibility of failure. It’s the same thing with roller coasters and any other thrill-seeking activities. That stuff is fun because of the possibility of things going wildly out of control.

  Trust falls are like that. If the person that you’re trusting messes up somehow, you’re not going to die. But you are going to fall to the floor and possibly hurt yourself.

  It’s a small thrill, but it’s a thrill.

  Everyone can feel it. There an anticipation in the air as I position myself behind Taylor.

  I drop my arms back, holding them up and looking at the group. They all laugh and Taylor looks back at me, glaring.

  Carol’s not laughing.

  Fuck Carol.

  “Come on,” she says. “Don’t joke.”

  “Okay, okay,” I say, putting my arms out.

  “So Taylor, when you’re ready, just fall. He’ll catch you, I promise,” Ted says, but nobody cares about Ted anymore.

  They’re all watching me and Taylor.

  Slowly, she starts to tip back. I can already feel her in my arms, her warm body against mine, the moment she realizes that I caught her, the relief on her face.

  I hold steady. I wait. She tips back, back, back….

  And falls.

  I catch her easily. She gently hits into my arms and I hold her tight. She looks back over her shoulder into my arms and I cradle her against my chest for a moment.

  The memory of what happened outside strikes through my mind. Taylor’s face is so close to mine, her lips are plump and inviting, her face is flushed with excitement. She’s smiling and I can smell her soap and god damn, I want to kiss her neck and make her whisper my name.

  We lock eyes. She’s in my arms, holding there for just a moment too long. I feel her warm body, her curves so soft and supple and gorgeous. I feel myself getting half hard, breathing her in. I want to turn her around and kiss her, let my tongue taste her lips, take her right here.

  Just touching her sends a thrill down my spine and fuck, I almost let a growl escape my lips.

  I stand her up and the moment is broken as the group starts to clap.

  I grin, a little bashful. Taylor does a little bow for the group which makes them clap more.

  Carol isn’t clapping. Carol is watching very, very closely. Her eyes are like reptile eyes, beady and careful.

  “Good job,” I whisper to Taylor.

  “Thanks for catching me.”

  “I’d never let you drop, sweet.”

  She blushes again as Ted steps up and breaks the group into smaller pairs. I end up with Larry after all and we spend the next twenty minutes doing trust falls.

  The activity ends when the whole group gets together underneath a little platform and we each take turns climbing to the top and falling into the group’s collective arms.

  Everyone does it. Everyone gets caught. Even Carol, though I’m tempted to let her go.

  When we’re finally over, I keep thinking about that one moment with Taylor, out in front of everyone. I keep feeling her in my arms, holding her tight…

  And I keep seeing the way Carol was watching.

  “Do you think she noticed anything?” Taylor asks me afterward as the group transitions to the next activity.

  “Who, Carol?”

  She nods once, frowning.

  “We just did a trust fall,” I say softly.

  “I know, but—”

  “No buts. Just a trust fall. Nothing more.”

  “Right.” She sighs a little bit. “Okay. Sure.”

  I grin at her, trying to be reassuring.

  But her thoughts mirror my own.

  I catch Carol watching us still, a predator, a lizard ready to pounce.

  Fucking hell. She knows something’s going on and doing that trust fall in front of everyone was a mistake.

  They all saw it. They saw her linger too long, the way we locked eyes, all of it. They saw what happened and they know that something’s going on.

  Maybe we’re just becoming close friends. Maybe it’s totally innocent.

  But Carol knows. She knows and she’s going to use that against us, somehow, sooner or later. I just know it.

  Fucking hell. I need to stop making mistakes.

  Taylor may be tempting but there’s a lot at stake. If I want to taste her, it has to be in private. That’s the only way this’ll work.

  For the rest of the day, I manage to keep my distance.

  But I know it’s only temporary.

  Sooner or later, I’m going back for more.

  10

  Taylor

  I think that was the most erotic trust fall in the history of mankind.

  I mean, that’s probably not a good thing
. I felt Carol watching and I know Baker felt her, too. After that moment, Baker spent the rest of the day keeping his distance from me.

  Not that I blame him. Carol still scares the shit out of me, even if she isn’t my boss anymore and Baker’s protecting me.

  There’s still something shifty about her. Like even if she doesn’t have direct power over me, she can still make my life really difficult.

  We have dinner as a big group. I find myself at a table with people I don’t know, which isn’t so bad. Baker is busy entertaining the group, visiting everyone, asking questions, making jokes.

  I get why people like him. I get why he’s so successful. When he turns on the charm, he’s like a shining lighthouse beacon in an otherwise dull gray world. He’s a sparkle and a shimmer. He draws every eye to him and it’s hard to look away.

  Fortunately, there’s nothing scheduled after dinner, so I just go to my room. I open a bottle of wine that I find in a cabinet and figure Baker won’t mind. I pour a glass, put on trashy reality TV, and try to relax.

  But I just keep coming back to Baker…

  Me: I need to tell you something.

  Lisa: You’re alive! I thought you would’ve been, you know, full-on Shininged by now.

  Me: No, I haven’t, but thank you for putting that in my head.

  Lisa: Welcome, betch

  Me: Seriously though, I had a weird moment.

  Lisa: What happened?

  Me: I made out with my boss………. Again. And we did more.

  Lisa: You whore!!!

  Me: Stop.

  Lisa: Lucky whore. Was he good?

  Me: I’m not going to answer any more questions like that but since I know you’ll ask me a million times: yes, very.

  Lisa: LUCKY!!!!!

  Me: but it’s weird. Like, my old boss is watching us and she’s like…

  Lisa: Going to go Shining you?

  Me: STOP.

  Lisa: Okay, fine. But what can she do? I mean, unless she catches you with your hot new boss’s dick in your mouth.

  Me: STOP.

  Lisa: My point remains.

  Me: I don’t know what she can do. But there was this trust fall and we had a moment and…

  Lisa: You and Carol had a moment?

  Me: No, freak. Me and Baker.

  Lisa: Right. Sure. A sexy trust fall?

  Me: I mean…… Yeah, it was a sexy trust fall.

  Lisa: Your life is like a movie. Seriously, who are you?

  Me: It’s not fun!! I don’t want to be in a movie!!

  Lisa: Deal with it. So did Carol see or something?

  Me: Yeah. I’m worried she’s going to do something stupid and I think Baker’s worried about it too.

  Lisa: Just keep your distance from her. Don’t do things in public anymore. If you guys want to do whatever in private, that’s your business. She can butt right the fuck out.

  Me: Thanks, that’s surprisingly mature.

  Lisa: I have my moments.

  I try to put it out of my mind, but I just can’t do it. Lisa is right, if Baker and I have this thing happening, whatever it is, we’re allowed. We’re both consenting adults, after all.

  It’s just that woman…

  She’s ruthless. I know she is. I caught of glimpse of what she’s really like when I worked for her, and it’s not pretty. I think she’ll do anything to anyone so long as it helps her in the end.

  And that’s terrifying. That’s scary as hell.

  I don’t know what to do.

  I drink a glass of wine and then another, but I stop before I get drunk. I take a shower, I watch TV, and I try to sleep…

  But sleep won’t come. I try texting Lisa but she’s probably in bed.

  Time zones are stupid.

  Eventually, I get up. It’s a little past ten at night and it’s finally dark out, but I can’t get to sleep. I’m too amped up.

  So I decide to go for a walk. I mean, it can’t hurt. Maybe there’s a bar downstairs I can sit at and wallow for a while before finally passing out.

  I get dressed, throw on jeans and a sweatshirt, before heading to the door. I slip out, closing it behind me, and when I turn to walk to the elevators…

  He’s there.

  Baker, right there, standing in the hallway and looking at me. He seems as surprised as I do.

  “Hey,” I say stupidly.

  “Hey.”

  He’s wearing gym shorts and an old Metallica t-shirt. There’s a sheen of sweat on his skin and his usually perfect hair is pushed back and messy. There’s a towel over his shoulder and a water bottle on his hand.

  “Working out?” I ask him.

  “Yeah. I don’t have much time during the day so I’m in a night habit. And the time zone has me fucked up.”

  “Right.”

  “Couldn’t sleep?”

  “No. I was going to go for a walk or find a bar or something.”

  He laughs softly. “Those are two very different things.”

  “True. I figured whichever one happened first, I’d go with.”

  He watches me for a moment and I get the distinct feeling that we’re alone. For the first time all day… we’re very alone.

  “Come with me,” he says, walking closer.

  “Where are we going?”

  “My room.”

  I hesitate. He walks to his door and unlocks it. I stand there, staring at him, as he holds it open for me.

  “I will bite,” he says with a little smile. “Promise.”

  I sigh and give him a look…

  But I walk into his room.

  He follows me inside. It’s the mirror image of my own room, almost exactly the same. I think the paintings on his walls are slightly different but they’re definitely by the same artist at least.

  He tosses his towel down on a counter and suddenly pulls off his shirt. I stare at him, shocked for a second.

  His muscles are bulging and intense. He’s slightly damp from the sweat and looks…

  Well, he looks like a Greek god, honestly. He looks fucking incredible.

  Coming in here was a mistake.

  Or a really good idea. I can’t decide.

  “I need to shower really quick,” he says. “Come on.”

  I stare at him stupidly as he walks back toward the room. He looks back at me and gestures for me to follow.

  Almost like I have no control over myself, I slowly walk after him.

  He ducks into the bathroom and turns on the water. It’s a big bathroom, plenty of room. I sit on the edge of the huge tub while he tosses his shirt on the floor and slowly takes off his shorts.

  I look away. I’m blushing like mad.

  I hear him chuckle.

  “Go ahead, look,” he says softly. “I know you want to.”

  I’m buzzing with energy and desire. But he’s right. I can’t help myself.

  So I peek.

  He’s naked, standing a few feet away, waiting for the water to get warm.

  His body is long and lean and muscular. He’s sweaty, but not dripping. And his cock…

  Oh my god.

  I look away again. I feel myself panicking. My heart’s racing so fast I can barely breathe.

  His cock is enormous. He’s not hard, but he’s still huge. I’ve seen other men naked before but he’s by far the biggest and the thickest.

  He steps into the shower and the door shuts. It’s frosted, fortunately. I don’t know what I’d do if I saw him lathering himself up.

  “Want to join me?” he asks, poking his head out.

  “I, uh—”

  “You don’t have to just sit there. Go ahead. Undress.”

  I stare like a moron.

  “I mean—”

  “Taylor,” he says, his voice dropping low and serious. “Don’t make me come out there and drag you in here.”

  I bite my lip. I slowly stand up from the tub…

  I pull off my sweatshirt. I let it drop.

  He watches, a little smile on his lips.
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br />   I pull off my shirt, let it drop.

  I take off my jeans, let them drop.

  I stand there in just my bra and panties.

  I let him look at me, my heart racing so fast I can barely control myself. His eyes drink me in, starving for me.

  I let him look. I want him to look.

  Finally, I take off my bra. He lets out a little growl when he sees my breasts. I cover them then let them go, pressing them together as I bend forward and take off my panties.

  I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t feel bold or empowered normally at all, but right now, I feel good.

  God, I feel sexy. It’s insane. I don’t know what it is about him, but he makes me feel sexy when I’ve never in my entire life felt this way before.

  When I’m naked, I step toward him.

  “Come on,” he says gently. “Don’t make me wait. Get in here.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whisper.

  His eyes flash desire.

  I open the shower door and step inside.

  11

  Baker

  She slips into the shower and I swear I think my heart might stop in my chest.

  I left my room earlier and worked out. I didn’t have any clue that I’d run into her in the hallway or that I’d lure her back with me and get her naked. I didn’t expect her body to be so fucking incredible, her breasts large and full and perky, her nipples pink and already hard with excitement. I had no clue she’d look so fucking gorgeous as the water runs down her skin.

  But here she is, her body pressed against mine.

  We don’t kiss, not immediately. I run my hands over her skin, exploring her curves, feeling every inch of her. I palm her breasts gently, teasing her nipples. I feel her hands doing the same to me, tracing the lines of my muscles, one hand straying down to wrap around my already half-hard cock.

  She takes it in her palm and lets out a soft moan. “Jesus, Baker,” she whispers.

  “Not what you expected?” I whisper back with a smile.

  “Just… way more.”

  “Don’t worry, sweet. You can handle it, I promise.”