One Night With Her Boss
“Why would it matter?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about it.” His voice was hoarse in a way that made her shiver. “Because I keep wanting to do it again. Even though I know I shouldn’t. Even though I know it’s wrong.”
“Oh.”
“So you don’t?”
She was overwhelmed with the rush of feeling that she couldn’t even see straight, much less think straight. She asked stupidly, “I don’t what?”
“You don’t want to kiss me again?”
“Of course, I do.”
His face broke with transparent relief. Then again, with a breathtaking hunger, as he reached to take her face in both of his hands. “Thank God.”
Before she knew what was happening, he was kissing her again.
It was just as wild and hungry as earlier that day beside the car, like some sort of unstoppable force had taken control of her body. She groaned helplessly into his mouth as he stepped her backwards until they were both inside the room. Then he pushed her back against the wall as he let the door close behind them.
His mouth claimed hers, hard and urgent, as he cupped her head with one hand and stroked from her side down to her thigh with the other.
Her vision blurred over with pleasure and need as she tried to meet and match his tongue with hers, as she clutched desperately at his strong shoulders.
“Damn, Anne,” he murmured against her mouth, pressing his body against hers so she was trapped between him and the wall. “I want you so much. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
She gasped helplessly as his mouth trailed along her jaw and then down her throat. “Me too.”
He lifted her thigh so she was wrapping one leg around his hips, and he found her mouth again in another deep kiss. Soon, she was throbbing with intense arousal and trying to rub herself against his thigh as she surrendered to the embrace.
She could tell he was just as turned on as she was. She found the bulge in the front of his pants and rubbed herself against it until he grunted.
“Please,” she panted, when he broke off the kiss at last. “Oh God, please, Jake. I can’t wait anymore.”
She’d never in her life been so shameless, so eager, so desperately aroused.
He made a low, throaty sound and moved them further into the room. The bed was too far away, so he propped her on the low dresser and untied her robe. The fabric fell away, revealing her naked breasts, abdomen, groin.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” He bent over to take one breast in his mouth, suckling until she was crying out from the sensual torment of it.
The edge of the dresser was poking into her ass uncomfortably, but she didn’t even care. She clung to his neck to stay balanced, trying to wrap her legs around him.
Soon, she couldn’t take it anymore, so she squeezed one hand down until she could find his erection, massaging him through his trousers until his whole body jerked and he released her breast.
“Damn, baby, you’re going to kill me,” he muttered, his eyes raking over her mostly naked body with a hot entitlement that thrilled her.
“You’re killing me. So please hurry up.”
Something flickered briefly on his face. “Damn it. We need a condom.”
“I’ve got one.” She couldn’t move very well, since she was trapped between his body and the dresser, but she managed to reach over for her purse, and she fumbled through it with one hand until she found a couple of condom packets in a zipper pocket.
He took one of them out of her trembling hand and quickly unwrapped it, undid his trousers, and rolled the condom on. Then he was parting her thighs, positioning himself at her entrance, starting to sink inside her.
She moaned uninhibitedly as she felt the hard substance of him enter her slowly. His body was big and hot against hers, and it felt like he was touching the deepest parts of her. But she needed more. So much more of him.
“Please,” she gasped, shifting to stabilize her balance and adjust to the penetration. “Jake, please.”
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He was holding one of her thighs. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
She moved her legs so they were around him more securely, and they both groaned as he sank into her more deeply.