Page 21 of Boss of My Panties


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I sit down and watch Katie through the glass doors that lead into the kitchen. She’s moved into my home, and if I do say so myself, everything’s going swimmingly. Right now, she’s fixing up some salads that will go perfectly with the steaks, humming with a smile on her face as her hands reach for the tongs.

A few minutes later, she comes out, holding a cold beer in her hand. My smile deepens. This woman is beyond amazing. “Hey there, Miss James. Thank you. How thoughtful of you.”

She returns the smile. “When I see a man cooking, it just makes me want to do nice things for him.” Her voice is innocent, but her eyes gleam with naughty intentions.

“Oh?” I muse, raising an eyebrow in question. “What kind of things?”

“Anything. Just say the word,” she whispers nice and slow while leaning forward, causing her breasts to hang low in her loose-fitting shirt.

My eyes gravitate toward them like a magnet. Mmm. I reach out and fondle them for a moment, hearing her moan.

Things have been great, especially this last week or so. Katie’s moved into my home, and it’s like she’s always lived here. Her stuff is in my closet, her beauty products on my bathroom counter, and interestingly, I don’t mind one bit. In the past, I hated it when my dates left things “by accident.” There was always a lotion, or a cream, or a toothbrush. I’d push them into their hands the next time we met, dismissing their exclamations of, “Oh there it is! I’ve been looking for it!”

But with Katie, it’s different. She’s different. She feels right here, and she blends into my life better than I could have imagined. We eat meals together, laughing over the food. We joke about what we did that day, and trust me, what we do should raise some eyebrows.

After all, we’ve been taking pictures of our underwear and then putting them up on the website where people fight like hell to own them. We’re already profiting, and Katie’s idea to add my clothes to the mix was a stroke of pure genius. Who knew there were women who’d buy used male boxers?

I lean back and pull her onto my lap. “You know, I’ve been thinking about something.”

She strokes my dark hair as she presses her forehead against mine, gazing into my eyes. “And what might that be?”

“How about after dinner, we add something to our fun?” I pause, letting the anticipation rise.

She leans forward, holding her breath.

“I’m thinking a little spanking session. What do you think?” As I wait for her to respond, I run my hands along her bum. She’s wearing a skimpy little bikini underneath her shirt. Apparently, bathing suits sell rather well, so we’re testing the waters so to speak.

Her eyes light up. She’s definitely up for it. “Sure, we can try it,” she says in a coy voice.

“Cool.” I run my hands over her back before pulling her closer. Our lips collide as we kiss, and her touch makes my heart swell in a way it’s never done before.

For a brief moment, I wonder if I’m feeling more with Katie due something else. Something real, called “feelings”? She’s unbelievably attractive, so there’s that, of course. Not to mention I respect her business acumen and entrepreneurial bent. But I can’t help but feel that there’s something else. My heartstrings keep tugging in her direction, and honestly, I don’t quite know what to make of it. I tend to keep my emotions separate from business, yet with Katie, they’re persistently trying to muddle my thoughts. Can it be that I’m falling for this girl?

No, don’t be ridiculous, I tell myself. You’re not like that. But in the back of my mind, the thought remains.

“Are you having fun, Katie Kat?” I ask her as our noses touch in an affectionate manner.

“More fun than I knew was possible,” she whispers with a smile on her face. I can tell she is being honest with me.

“Good.”

I sigh and lean back, letting her rest in my arms. It’s comforting to feel the weight of her head on my chest. In fact, just being with her is oddly satisfying. We don’t even have to do anything else, not even talk. Just sitting on the sofa, watching television while we hold hands is good enough for me. Why is that?

After all, I’ve always been a difficult man to please. Yet this girl hits something in me deep inside that makes my heart flutter and everything else fade to insignificance.

How?

For forty-five years, I’ve been a bachelor by choice. So where is this sudden satisfaction with Katie coming from?

It just doesn’t make any sense.

But I don’t let the thought linger in my mind very long. My hand roams along her curves, and they’re absolutely amazing. Already, I’ve spent countless hours just kissing and caressing them. When my hand reaches her hip, I tug at the strings holding her bikini bottoms together. “But I think I’m going to make you wait for it.”