My Boss Can’t Get Enough

by Hamel, B. B.

  He growls again and moves back up. I feel him kiss me, and taste pussy on his tongue as his cock slides back between my legs. I gasp as he fills me, spreading my legs wide, fucking me faster like that.

  My breasts bounce and shake and he licks my nipples as he fucks me. Pleasure rocks all through me and I can feel my muscles starting to tense. “Brady,” I moan. “Fuck, Brady. Don’t stop.”

  “You want to come, dirty girl?” He grabs my hair, nice and rough. “You want to come on his big cock?”

  “Yes,” I groan. “Please, keep going. Don’t stop, asshole.”

  He pulls my hair harder, grunting, but I know he likes it. “You filthy fucking girl.”

  He takes my pussy like it’s all his, and it is, every inch of me. He fucks me rough and doesn’t stop, our bodies grinding together, gyrating and sweating and writhing.

  I can’t take it anymore. The pleasure just overwhelms me as he fucks me faster and unrelenting. I dig my fingers into his back and I feel myself coming, the orgasm ripping through me, my whole body flushing red and shaking with the tension as it bursts all over.

  “That’s right,” he growls. “Come for me, sweet, my sweet, sweet girl.”

  I come hard, whispering his name, the orgasm tearing through me. And only moments later, I feel him stiffen and tighten then come deep into me.

  He fills me and our orgasms mix and mingle. We come together in thick and intense spurts of pleasure and intensity. I’ve never felt anything so good before, and all the pain and sadness of the day disappears instantly.

  Slowly though, the world comes back to itself. I lie on his chest, his arms around me, and we’re quiet for a while.

  But he breaks that silence.

  “We have to go back to the city,” he says softly.

  “When?”

  “Tonight.”

  I bite my lip and nod. “Won’t that cause a problem with everyone here? We have another day.”

  “Don’t worry about that,” he says softly. “I’ll come up with some excuse.”

  “Carol’s already there. She could’ve already hurt us.”

  “Maybe. We’ll see.”

  I nod. I try not to cry but I feel the tears there.

  His arms hold me tight and he kisses my hair.

  “It’ll be okay,” he whispers. “I promise. I’ll protect you.”

  But it isn’t me that I’m worried about. I’m a nobody, but he’s the head of this company.

  This whole thing is going to hurt him more than it hurts me. I think I can survive, embarrassed and ashamed but I’ll survive. I’m not sure what’ll happen to him. His reputation could be damaged forever.

  People know him too well to let this sort of thing disappear.

  I don’t know what to do. I hope he’s thinking about that, but I’m afraid he’s not. I’m afraid he’s only thinking about keeping me safe… when he’s the one that needs the help.

  I look up and kiss him softly. “Please don’t worry about me,” I whisper.

  “I’ll worry about everything.”

  That smile, so devilish… so enticing.

  I don’t know what to do.

  But I think the only thing I can do is trust him. I have to believe that we’ll be okay through this no matter what.

  I have to give myself to him, every inch of me.

  17

  Baker

  “We have to go home.”

  Taylor looks at me over the top of the comforter and just frowns. She doesn’t respond right away and I have to shimmy over against her to get her to respond.

  “Why?” she asks finally.

  “You know why.”

  “Can’t we just stay here? I mean, in this room, in this bed.”

  “Don’t tempt me.” I kiss her neck, her shoulders. She gives me a little purr and it drives me wild. I want to roll her over and taste her again…

  No. Have to control myself.

  “I know,” she says with a sigh. “Sometimes it’s just easier to hide away from my problems.”

  I chuckle softly and kiss her lips. “I know. But the easy thing isn’t always the best thing.”

  I roll out of bed and stretch. I’m still naked and I wish I didn’t have to put on clothes, but I reluctantly get dressed. She watches me and I can see a gleam of desire in her eyes.

  “Come on,” I say, “let’s get moving.”

  “Wait. We’re going tonight?”

  I nod, already finding my phone. “And we’re flying private.”

  She giggles. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “Finally. You’re treating me like the rich guy I know you are.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “You just want a sugar daddy, don’t you?”

  “Basically.”

  “Then you picked the right man.”

  She climbs out of bed, wearing only a pair of panties. I watch her lean, beautiful body bend over and sift through her suitcase before finally tearing myself away.

  We have to go back to Philly. If Carol’s on her way back, who knows what she’s going to do. I need to be back there in order to defend myself.

  We honestly should’ve left the second we found out that Carol had checked out, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I got a taste of Taylor, I knew I had to keep going until I was satisfied. It took longer than expected though, and it’s already dark outside.

  Fortunately, money makes almost everything just a little bit easier, including getting a last-minute private flight across the country.

  Taylor dresses and I lean against the door for a second. I take in the room, her body, her things. I hate to go back to the real world where things are complicated. Here in this hotel, it’s been like paradise. Putting aside the little issues and this Carol bullshit, being with Taylor here has been some of the most fun I’ve had in a long time.

  It’s strange how good it feels to let myself actually…. Feel something.

  Finally, I pull myself away and start to make some calls, setting the wheels in motion.

  * * *

  We land hours later in the early morning hours of Philadelphia.

  Taylor slept for more of the ride, which was good. I couldn’t quite manage to get any sleep though. I just kept sitting up, thinking about what I was going to do when we got back, trying to plan for every possibly contingency.

  The wheels hitting the ground bumps Taylor from her slumber. “Baker?”

  “Morning.” I grin at her.

  She shifts in her big, comfortable chair. “We’re there?”

  “We’re there.”

  “Did I seriously just sleep for…”

  “Nine hours? Yep.”

  “Wow.” She stretches her legs out as the plane starts to taxi toward the private terminal. “Seriously. I missed all the fun.”

  “Fun?” I grin at her, head cocked.

  “Yeah, you know, flying private fun.”

  “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

  “Popping champagne. Doing cocaine. That sort of thing.”

  I laugh at her. “Oh, you think we’re rock stars.”

  “We’re not?”

  “Sorry to break it to you.”

  She giggles and I can tell she wants to lean close and kiss me… but the pilots aren’t too far away and the single flight attendant we hired is sitting toward the back, and I guess we’re back to hiding this now.

  Once we’re parked, we climb out. I thank the pilots, give them all generous tips, and start to lead Taylor through the terminal.

  “We need a cab,” I grumble and pull out my phone.

  There’s one missed call. I stare at it for a second, stopping dead in my tracks.

  “Baker?” Taylor asks, standing a few feet ahead. “Are you okay?”

  “The head of the board called me while we were landing,” I say softly.

  “Head of the board,” Taylor repeats.

  “His name’s Jack. We’re friendly. But… shit. This can’t be good.”

  “Does
he know you were on your way back?”

  “No. I didn’t talk to anyone, not yet. I wasn’t sure I’d need to.”

  “He could’ve just heard you left early from someone back at the hotel.”

  “Maybe.” I hesitate a second before calling him back.

  Taylor leans up against a pillar and watches me as I pace back and forth while the phone rings.

  Finally, Jack answers. “Baker! Glad you called me back so fast.”

  “Jack, how are you?”

  “I’m good, I’m good.” He sounds a little tense, a little reserved. “How’s Alaska?”

  “It went great. I actually left a little early and landed not long ago. I figured nobody wants the boss hanging around while they’re trying to have fun for the rest of the trip.”

  Jack chuckles but I can tell it’s tense. “Well, I’m glad you came back then. We wanted to see you.”

  “We?”

  “The board.”

  I’m silent for a second. I can practically hear the tension in his breathing.

  “What’s going on, Jack?” I finally ask him. “You only bring a CEO in front of the entire board if there’s a problem.”

  “Can you come in today?”

  I stare over at Taylor. “Today,” I repeat. “That’s short notice. Did you know I was on my way back?”

  “Come in today, Baker,” Jack says curtly. “Will noon be okay with you?”

  “Noon will be fine.”

  “Good.”

  He hangs up the phone. I slip mine back into my pocket as Taylor comes over.

  “Well?” she asks.

  “Carol did something.”

  She’s quiet for a second, leaning closer. I put my arms around her, fuck everything else. I hug her close.

  “What now?” she asks.

  “Now I go talk to the board and see what the damage is. Don’t worry though, it’s going to be okay. They brought me in for a reason… they won’t just fire me.”

  “Baker…”

  I hug her tighter. I hold her there for a few moments before we finally break apart.

  “Come on. I’ll take you home. I need to get prepared.”

  She just nods and follows me, quietly pulling her suitcase behind her.

  * * *

  The full board stares at me down the length of the conference room table.

  They don’t get together often. Maybe once or twice a year, if that. The board is made up of rich and influential people that prefer to phone it in whenever necessary while cashing their substantial checks. In theory, they’re my oversight, but in practice they’re just a bunch of old, rich people that want to make sure this company keeps making their stock worth a ton of cash.

  “Thanks for coming,” Jack says to me. He’s probably my biggest supporter on the board, which is a good thing, considering he’s the head. I know all the others, and I know a few of them are also supporters while a few of them advocated for going in a different direction. Jack told me all this after I was hired, probably just to give me a sense of the politics of this place.

  Now that I know, I can practically feel them judging me.

  “Of course,” I say. “When you all summon me here, I make sure I show up.”

  Jack doesn’t smile. “This is a little, ah, uncomfortable,” he says.

  “No kidding.” I force myself to smile at them. “We should just get down to it, if you don’t mind.”

  “Right.” Jack clears his throat. “A certain relationship has come to light just recently, and the board is very concerned about it.”

  So there it is. They know about me and Taylor.

  “Okay,” I say.

  Jack’s frown deepens. “So you know what I’m speaking of?”

  “I can guess. If you want to be more specific, that’d be helpful.”

  He clears his throat again, obviously very uncomfortable. “The relationship in question is between you and your assistant, a girl named…” He trails off, checks a folder in front of him. “Taylor Martin.” He looks up with a frown. “That’s her name, correct?”

  “That’s her name,” I confirm.

  “This relationship, it’s, ah…”

  “Are you asking if it’s true?” I press.

  “Yes,” he says finally. “Listen, Baker. We don’t like to pry into the personal lives of our CEOs. We know how hard you work and how important you are to the company. Besides, you’re both adults and can make your own decisions. However, what we were shown is a little… alarming.”

  “What were you shown?”

  “A text message conversation between Taylor and a woman named Lisa.” He pulls a piece of paper from his folder and hands it to the old woman to his right. She passes it along until it finally reaches me.

  I look down in front of me. Sure enough, it’s the screenshot.

  I have to admit, I’m a little surprised. I didn’t expect Carol to go directly to the board like this. I figured she’d hold on to it for a while and try to blackmail me first.

  But clearly that’s not the game she wants to play. This is probably the smart move. If she tried to blackmail me, I could’ve possibly used that against her. This though, this is more direct.

  “I see,” I say finally.

  “You know the position the company is in,” Jack continues. “We’ve been struggling, which is why we decided to hire you in the first place. But you know how investors can be. If they sense a little blood in the water…”

  “You think this will cause a scandal if it’s released publicly.” I hold the paper up for a moment before putting it back down. “You want to avoid that possibility.”

  “We very much want to avoid that,” Jack says, sounding a bit relieved.

  “What can I do?” I ask him.

  “Well, first, I’d like to know if this is all true.”

  “Yes,” I say.

  The board titters and talks to each other for a moment. I notice more than one nasty look thrown in my direction.

  “Okay, okay, enough,” Jack says, quieting the room down. He looks back to me. “So you are actually having a relationship with Ms. Martin?”

  “Yes,” I say. “I am.”

  He sighs. “You understand how bad this is, don’t you?”

  “Actually, Jack, I think it’s worse than you realize.”

  He raises an eyebrow and I notice a few frowns around the table. I lean forward and speak a little bit quieter, forcing everyone to lean in to listen.

  “Have you all considered where that screenshot came from? Clearly, Taylor wouldn’t have just sent that to someone. She and I have a consenting relationship and I know for a fact that she wouldn’t want to jeopardize that. Did the board consider this at all?”

  “We did,” Jack says, glancing at a woman sitting across from him. I recognize her and I know she’s one of the biggest supporters of Carol on this board. “However, we felt the information was still important enough to follow up on. The personal conduct of our CEO reflects on our company and scandal—”

  “Scandal?” I say, interrupting him. “Jack, did you know that Taylor’s hotel room was broken into barely a day ago?”

  He blinks rapidly at me. More conversation and whispering.

  “We believe someone bribed a maid,” I say over the noise. “Whoever broke into Taylor’s room didn’t steal anything of value. They simply ripped through her things. In fact, nothing was taken at all… until she found that same screenshot in her deleted messages folder.”

  More conversation. “This is absurd!” the woman across from Jack says loudly. Her name is Marlene Cain, a wealthy stockbroker with a penchant for expensive cars. “You can’t actually believe this?”

  Jack sighs, shaking his head. “How can you prove this, Baker?”

  “Ms. Martin can show you her phone,” I say.

  “How could someone just unlock it?” Marlene snaps at me.

  “Her passcode was 1111.”

  Marlene glares and Jack sighs. A few members of the board groan openly.


  “Clearly, that wasn’t secure, and she has since changed it. But whoever broke into her room clearly tried a few obvious passcodes and got lucky… very lucky.” I stand up, addressing the group. “Think about this for a second. Someone breaks into a member of my staff’s room and steals something from their phone, all in an attempt to make me look bad. Can you imagine the headlines from that? You should all pray the story of my relationship with Taylor gets out and not this… this corporate sabotage.”

  That makes the room go wild. I sit back down and watch them, arms crossed over my chest, while the group bickers.

  This is far from ideal. I didn’t want all of this to come out right now, but I know I need to make a move or else Carol is going to steamroll me. Right now, I just need the board to decide that getting rid of me today would be worse than keeping me around.

  Finally, Jack gets some semblance of order.

  “What you just said is very serious, Baker,” he presses. “If you can prove any of it…”

  “I can.”

  “Well then. We’ll need to speak with Ms. Martin and think about this.”

  “I understand. When can we arrange it?”

  “Soon,” Jack says. “The board needs to meet now. Will you excuse us?”

  I stand and nod. “Very well. Thank you for your consideration. And let me say, I never wanted my personal life to interfere with this company. Please consider the motivations of the person that stole that screenshot and leaked it to you all.”

  I turn and leave the room without another word.

  I could tell them I’m being framed, blackmailed, whatever. I could make it seem like the end of the world.

  But I think they’ll get there on their own and it’ll be much more powerful that way.

  Besides, Carol still does have some sway with them.

  I don’t like where this is going. I hate that Taylor is going to get dragged into this mess. It’s so fucking mortifying, and I despise Carol so much for doing this to her.

  There has to be some way to save Taylor from this… and I’ll find it, sooner or later. I’m not going to let Carol win, not completely, not if I can help it.