Holy hell!I nearly stuck my foot in my mouth! I don't know why —loves you— almost popped out. I can't have that deep of an emotion so soon. Fondness, certainly, but love is too strong a word, and it would totally ruin everything if he thinks I've caught feelings for him.
"Come here," he croons, and my knees go weak.
I slowly turn around, "I really should make that call now."
But Bastian's eyes are devouring me again, and my tits form sharp points. Shit! He read it on my face. How do I deny it? How do I reassure him I'm not falling for the boss?
I walk around his desk, holding the laptop between us like a protective barrier. He opens his legs wide and reaches for me. His hands fall heavy on my hips, and he pulls me into his intimate zone. Staring up at me, the light reflecting unguarded into his green eyes, I'm struck by how incredibly handsome he is. His fingers unzip my skirt, and it falls to the floor. One hand grips my ass tight while the other slides up the inside of my thigh to stroke my already wet slit. "Aren't you forgetting this morning's conversation with my mother?"
My breathing goes shallow as the throb inside begins. "How could I forget?"
His fingers deftly push my panties aside so they can slip inside. "We have my social calendar to discuss."
"Umm, yes." I manage to say as his thumb circles my clit into a frenzy. "She mentioned a charity auction. I'll need to R.S.V.P. for you."
"Ah, princess," he coos as my eyes try to roll out of sight. "You're attending with me. I'm not facing another boring minute of life alone."
His legs close. His feet entangle mine. He takes the laptop out of my hands, then pushes me away, pulling my panties down until my ass hits his desk, and then he's forcing my back to arch over it. My hands reach for him, clasping his suit shirt under his arms as I sink. When my body lands, my hands shift to his buttons and begin opening them until he sinks too low. I lift my head to watch him remove my panties from my heels. Then he spreads my legs wide as he lifts my knees and goes down on me.
The gasp and moans I make prove his tongue's expertise. And before long, I'm begging him to mount me. "Bastian…."
"Mmhmm?" He murmurs on my clit.
"Leave that be. I need you deep inside me."
He sucks my clit, and I squirm. "Come on, Bastian. Don't torture me."
Then he flicks it with his tongue so fast my chest arches off the desk. "Bastian!" I push his name out of my clenched teeth. "My booger spot is begging you!"
His voice is deep and husky when he breaks free, chuckling, "You do desire a bonus."
"Hell yeah, I do," I lift my head and look at him. His gorgeous face glistens with my juices. "Come on, Mr. Big Book Boss, make me sing your praises!"
He drapes my legs over his shoulders, pushing my body further onto the desk as he climbs on top. Then he drops his weight, stabbing me with his cock. The hard desk bruises my back each time he goes down, but I don't feel any pain. All I feel is total and complete perfection.
I cum first, thrashing my head from side to side with the intensity of the explosion, and when it's over, I sing, "Hallelujah!"
On the last note, his mouth covers mine, and his tongue thrusts inside. I taste my saltiness, then feel his cum spurt again like the first time, and my booger spot quivers and explodes again.
Then he collapses on me, and we lay there, happy and high. When he rolls off, he says, "Go make your call to Ramona, then pack up. We're finished for the day."
After I clean up in his bathroom, I find him sprawled out again on the couch with his eyes closed. I take the laptop off his desk and try to tiptoe out, but he's not asleep, only resting. He says, "Let Dale know we're taking the Bugatti for a spin in the country."
"Yes, sir," I say.
"And tell Dominic I want oysters tonight." He turns his head and looks at me. "Do you eat oysters?"
"Yes. I eat oysters."
"Good." He turns his head back and lays his arm over his face. "Wake me in fifteen minutes."
"Okay."
As soon as I'm back at my desk, I hear him softly snoring, and my happiness meter pegs out at ten! Before I call Ramona, I send Dale a text.
Bastian would like to take the Bugatti for a spin in the country.
Sure thing. When?
