My cheeks heated some more, and I sucked in a breath. I met his gaze for a split second before I looked past his shoulder. “You’re my boss, sir.”
“That doesn’t tell me anything. Yes, I’m your boss, but the fact remains that you act like a blushing virgin. Tell me, Ms. Hayes. Have you ever let a man touch you?”
My pulse thundered in my ears, and my mind reeled because of how out of left field this conversation was. I swallowed and nodded.
“Who?” he asked, steel in his voice.
I turned my gaze to him for a brief second, and my breath caught in my chest. His cold amber eyes lit up from a fire within and swirled with menace.
“Why does it matter, sir? You’re my boss,” I said.
“Hmm.” He finally peeled his gaze from me and closed his eyes, relaxing as he enjoyed the hot spring.
I breathed a sigh of relief and did the same.
An image flashed through my mind. I stood in an elevator with Mr. Volkov. He glared at the closed doors as I checked him out from the corner of my eye. I didn’t know who he was, but I couldn’t help myself as I looked him over with interest. Then, a forbidden thought came to my mind about how I wanted him to push me against the wall and kiss me. But Mr. Volkov didn’t show any interest in me. In fact, he acted like he couldn’t stand my presence.
I cracked open my eyes and peeked at Mr. Volkov, who still relaxed in the water. It took every bit of my self-control to stop my gaze from trailing down his chest and lap. The water was clear enough that I could see everything. My heart beat faster as I stole a glimpse of his groin.
Jesus, he’s big.
Closing my eyes, I relaxed. After some time, my head began spinning. I opened my eyes and breathed harder as everything spun. I knew what that meant, so I stood. I swayed in place for a second, then righted myself, only to sway again. Mr. Volkov opened his eyes and stared at me with an unreadable look.
“Ms. Hayes,” Mr. Volkov said.
I didn’t bother to cover myself as I stood there, trying to stop the spinning. Panting, I turned and started to climb out of the water, only for everything to go black. I tumbled to the side. Right before my head went under the water, hands grabbed me, and I found myself straddling Dimitri’s lap with my forehead pressed to his. I was too dizzy to pull away. Instead, I weakly clung to him as he got out of the water and sat on the edge with me still straddling him. My breasts pressed against his chest, and I felt something stiff nestled between my pussy folds. I didn’t think anything of it at that moment because I was trying to recover from being faint.
My heart beat erratically, and for a few minutes, I sat there like that, holding him and gaining my composure. I was sure he could feel my heart fluttering against his chest. My warm breaths puffed against his lips just like his did against mine. I tightened my hold around him when the spinning finally stopped. Shifting on his lap, I accidentally grinded myself against him. The smooth and veiny shaft rubbed against my swelling clit, and I had to swallow a moan as it pressed against me.
Then it hit me.
I tensed, realizing I sat naked on my boss, clinging to him like Saran Wrap. I pulled away, only for him to drag me back and hold me still against him.
“Sir?” I whispered and blinked open my eyes, finding him watching me with a pinched expression.
“Don’t move,” he said, his voice husky.
I leaned my head back, my face flushing as the heat between us sky-rocketed. A muscle popped in Mr. Volkov’s jaw. His eyebrows drew together, forming a crease between them. Sweat beaded on his temples and right at his hairline above his forehead.
“Sir?” I whispered again, confused as to why he wanted me to stay on him.
His hands skimmed down my back and to my waist. A little gasp that turned into a moan came out of me as he forced me to rock against him. My eyes widened briefly before I closed them, enjoying the friction as he rocked me against him again.
“Ohh,” I moaned.
He lowered his hands to my bottom, still forcing me to rock against him. Back and forth, he moved me. His hard cock slipped between my pussy lips. I looked down between us, watching as the reddened tip of his dick slipped up and down. He was so long that when he dragged me away with each thrust, he reached his belly button.
My eyes fluttered close as he moved me. I swallowed hard, and a moan slipped out of me, urging him to go faster. I helped him by gyrating my hips and gripping his shoulders as I rocked back and forth on his erection. Tingles spread through me, and my toes curled as I grew closer to my orgasm.
“That’s it, sunshine,” he rasped, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. “Fuck me with your sopping-wet pussy.”
I shuddered and bucked faster, chasing my climax.
I shouldn’t have enjoyed this. We shouldn’t have been doing this in the first place, but I couldn’t stop, and I didn’t think he wanted to either. It felt so good, rocking against him and feeling his massive cock grind against my swollen clit. At that moment, our work relationship didn’t stop my need for him. We were no longer a boss and his assistant. Right now, we were a man and a woman who couldn’t stop our attraction to each other. Giving in to my desires had never felt so good.
Gyrating my hips against him, I rode the length of his cock like he was a pony. My weeping center begged for him to fill me, but I feared it would be pushing things too far and that he wouldn’t like that. So I tightened my arms around his neck, panting hard as my orgasm teased me. I just needed that last push.
“Give it to me, sunshine,” he growled when I moved faster and whimpered. “Come for me.”
