Boss of Mine

Ronda's pussy drips down my length, slicking it with her juice. I grunt as I piston my hips and squeeze her ass. I slip my hand in the deep neckline of her dress and grab her tit. Her nipple beads up, turning rigid as I pinch and twist.

Fuck, her body feels so perfect, so amazing, as if her pussy was made for my cock. Her walls bare down, her muscles going stiff, as goosebumps jump across her skin. This, this right here is what I've been dying for.

Alone with her, taking her, enjoying her body like a fine wine. The air between us is hot and thick. My skin is beading with sweat. I can feel it as it drips down the back of my neck and over my temples.

“Yeah, I'm so close, Manu. Harder, fuck me harder,” she says, her voice a mere whisper in my ear as she tries to catch her breath.

Growling, I jerk my body forward, slamming her back all the way against the door. She hiccups a gasp of air, and moans as I fuck her as hard as I can. My cock hits the back wall of her pussy. Her arousal is soaking the hair of my base.

The sharp edges of her heels dig into my calves and her thighs strangle my hips as her body begins to convulse. She drops her head against my shoulder, her breathing fast and deep. I throw my cock inside a couple more times, until my dick stiffens and my balls draw up tight.

My tip explodes with hot cum, throbbing and pulsing over and over. I fill her pussy with my life blood, until my legs are weak, and her goosebumps disappear. I carefully set her back down on her feet, holding her waist until I know she has her balance.

She leans back against the door and twists her toe into the floor. “That, Mr. Reeves, was dessert before eating dinner.”

I smile and laugh. “Sometimes, you just have to do things the way you want to. I needed something sweet before the main course. It felt right.”

Her big brown eyes widen, her smile almost tattooed on her face. “You think this feels right?” she asks.

I do. . . But why?

I've never met anyone like Ronda before. She makes me feel happy. She makes me feel excited. She makes it easy to forget all my responsibilities. She makes it hard for me to keep the smile off my face. But work—work should be my focus. Not this. Not her.

The thought causes my chest to constrict. All the work I've done these past few days has been subpar. I'm behind on all kinds of executive paperwork. Employee evaluations, policy forms, accounting approvals. All of it requires my signature, but I can't even write my name anymore without my mind wandering to Ronda.

The stack of papers on my desk keeps growing and growing. Due dates have been extended and then extended again. I've ignored the deadlines I've created, not caring if it lets other people down. I know this can't go on forever. My company will crash and burn in a blink of an eye.

I've spent so much time staring blankly at blurred type and blending numbers, willingly ignoring it just so I could imagine Ronda. That's why I did this. I wanted to get this shit out of my system so I could get back to work.

Was I wrong?

Was it wrong to think that this would fix it? Maybe this will make it worse.

People say it isn't good to deny yourself anything. That it only makes you want it more. Addicts indulge to the point of death. They don't stop at one sip of the drink, at one hit of the bong, at one needle in their arm, or snort up their nose.

I'm addicted. Having her once, twice, now three times, it's not lessening the desire. I thought it would end the obsession I felt. That it would stop the restless nights in bed, the daydreams and the torment of need.

I should have known better. I should have done the opposite and stayed away.

It's not too late to do the right thing.

But thinking and doing are two totally different things. I can think it all I want, I'm just not sure I have the will power to follow through.

Yes, you do. And you must if you don't want to lose everything you've built.

9

Ronda

Five days. It's been five days since I've seen Manu. This isn't like him at all. Manu is always in his office or wandering the rows of cubicles with a hawk eye, making sure everyone is doing their work.

He's always around. He's always watching. He's always on top of everything. So where is he? It's like he's disappeared, vanished completely off the face of the earth. He dropped me off at home on Sunday night, and that's the last time I talked to him or saw him.