Boss of Mine

What the hell will happen if we're alone again? The thought sends a bolt of lightning through my body. I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself if we're alone. Not after today.

He's put a spell on my body. Thinking about him makes my stomach warm and my heart skip a beat. And when I close my eyes and think about how close we came today to having sex in his office, I can't stop my body from jolting with electric snaps.

“Shower, and then right to bed. That's what I need to do.” I hold up my hands and draw a solid line through the air. “No more thinking about him. I'm done.” I'm trying so hard to convince myself that this entire day was a fluke. It's done. It's over.

I turn on the shower, not even bothering to warm it up. Icy cold water prickles my skin like sharp needles. I'm almost shivering, and still, it doesn't help. Flashes strobe through my mind like an old movie. Flickering behind my closed lids are images of his eyes, his lips, his smirk. They're so vivid. I touch myself softly, following the same path his fingers took. Down my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach.

His shadowed hands guide mine. The pads of my fingers move slowly but precisely. I can still feel every place he touched, like a bruise under the surface. He seared me, singed my flesh in a way that my body can't forget.

No! Stop this! I rip my hand away quickly and put my face directly in the cold water. It's taking every ounce of strength I have to keep control. But it's thin, my control is so paper thin.

I climb into bed and pull the covers up over my head so I'm enveloped in darkness. My eyes are getting heavy. Every time I blink, I see his face. I just can't escape him. His perfect face. Sharp cheek bones, chiseled jaw, smooth skin with a hint of scruff covering his chin. Crystal blue eyes, so big, so bold, they stop your heart in your chest.

I can feel his hands on me again. Running up and down my body. They move over my sides, and around to my ass, yanking me closer. I gasp as my chest hits his.

“You want this,” he says. His voice strikes a nerve, sending a rush of sparks through my veins. I'm hot instantly. Fire spreads through my chest and crawls across my belly, making my muscles tighten.

“I do. I do want this,” I say, my voice breathy.

“Then why resist?” he asks. His fingers move up my stomach and between my breasts, gliding softly up my throat. “Let me give you something you'll never forget.”

“And what's that?”

“My cock,” he says with confidence. “I promise you'll never want me to stop fucking you.”

My head rolls as his fingers sweep up the side of my face to cup my jaw. He holds my face still, and stares into my eyes. His lips are almost touching mine, they're so close I can feel the heat of his breath.

I part my lips, waiting for him to kiss me, but he doesn't. Manu moves his mouth to the side and kisses my jaw. The pads of his fingers manipulate my head. He tilts it to the left and kisses the side of my neck. He tilts my face to the right and sucks my earlobe into his mouth.

A soft moan escapes my lips as he moves his mouth back down my neck, fluttering hungry kisses to my collarbone. He bites my skin, running the sharp edges of his teeth over my shoulder, then back across to my neck.

My hands move to his pants, attempting to feel his cock, but he stops me. Manu grabs both my wrists in one hand, lifting them over my head, and pinning them to the wall.

“Uh, uh, uh,” he says, tsking me. “I'm in control of this. You just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

I'm about to speak when he silences me with a kiss. His lips crush onto mine, taking my breath away. My knees almost buckle, but he captures me with his free hand, wrapping it around my back and holding me up.

I moan into our kiss. His tongue slips inside my mouth, twirling in long circles. He kisses me hard. I tip my head back so he can kiss me even deeper. My heart beats like a drum in my chest as his kiss turns savage.

Tongues dancing, teeth grazing, heavy breathing. The only sound between us is our wet lips and pounding heartbeats.

His lips suckle mine. They steal the air around me. They steal the breath right out of my lungs. They leave me weak but wanting more. His lips leave me wondering how high he can take me.