Page 7 of Seduced By the Boss

Cass stumbles over her words as she stares at him, “F… Fine by me, as long as you don’t talk about work. This is her weekend off you know.”

Smiling he takes my arm, “Don’t worry I won’t talk about work.” He pulls me away from the booth towards the bar. “What do you want to drink?”

“I’ll have a Mojito, please.” My nerves are kicking in, I’ve never had a conversation with him that’s not been about work. I don’t want to fuck this up. This is my opportunity to find out more about him.

When he’s got our drinks, I follow him back to his table in the corner. I can see he has a great vantage point from here and I can see the girls watching us.

I sit down and take a sip of my drink, he sits next to me and then turns to face me. “Why are you in Vegas, Saylor? Did you follow me?”

And he’s back. Arrogant Everett. I try to stand and leave, this isn’t going to work. “Are you for real? I didn’t even know you were going to be in Vegas until just before I left the office. I booked this months ago, it’s Cass’s bachelorette weekend.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me back down. “I’m kidding. I know you didn’t follow me. It would have been nice if you did though.”

Is he flirting with me? Taking another sip I try not to look at him.

“We never seem to get a chance to talk at work. Zara always seems to be in the middle of us, or you’re so busy, you barely notice anyone else.”

I scoff, I always notice him. Every time he enters the room a hum surrounds my body. “Who is Zara to you? Is she your girlfriend?” Shit, did I really just ask that?

He chokes on his drink. “Fuck, no. My mom likes her and I think she’s trying to push us together, but seriously do you think I’d date someone who is as scatter-brained as she is? She doesn’t know what day of the week it is most of the time.” He laughs, then takes my hand and rubs his thumb over it. “Unlike you. I know you do most of her work for her. I see these things.”

“Really? I didn’t think you take much notice of what I do.”

He clasps my hand in between his two hands and his thumbs are caressing the underside of my wrist. It’s like electrical impulses are running up my veins.

“Saylor, I notice everything about you. The way you flick your hair when you’re angry, the way your eyes lower when you’ve forgotten something, and the way your eyes light up when I move to sit on the front of my desk; closer to you. I see the gulp you take as you try not to rake your eyes down my body. I see it all. Because I do the same.”

“Wh… what do you mean?”

“Some days I don’t know how I can look at you without exploding, without touching you. I want you so much, but I know it’s wrong.”

“Is that why you’re a jerk sometimes?” I raise my eyes to look into his.

He smiles and his eyes wrinkle at the edges. “Yeah. It’s my way of hiding how much I want you.”

He moves closer to me and runs his hand around the back of my neck, caressing it before pulls me closer to him. My heart is racing so hard I think it might burst. Is he going to kiss me? I should pull back. I should walk away. But I’m like a deer caught in headlights. I want to know what he wants to do next.

“God I want to kiss you so bad. But I don’t want you to punch me,” he whispers as he moves closer to me. We are so close together I can feel his breath caressing my lips and when I look up at his eyes I can see that he is staring at my lips. As I poke my tongue out to lick my lips, I see his eyes light up.

“Do it, Everett. Kiss me.” His eyes shoot up to look at mine to make sure I’m not teasing him. He must see the desire in mine, because it matches his.

Slowly, he inches closer to me and then he gently kisses my lips. Am I disappointed? Slightly. Even though I can feel a pulsing in my lips when his touch mine, I was prepared for fireworks to go off.

Then he deepens the kiss and his tongue is asking for permission to enter. I open willingly to him and it’s then that he plunges his tongue inside, the fireworks go off. All I want to do is straddle him and fuck him here in the dark corner of the club.

His hand is still on my neck; mine are wrapped around his neck, one in his hair, grasping it and the other pulling him closer, if that were possible.

This is the best kiss I’ve ever had. And I want more.

When he pulls way, he rests his forehead on mine. “You’re killing me, Saylor. Do you want to get out of here? I don’t just want to kiss your succulent mouth, I want to taste all of you.”

At this point I should be considering my options. If I go will, he fuck me and then sack me when I get to work? Will he be shit in bed and ruin my fantasies? Will he just ignore me at work? But I’m not thinking of any of those things. All I can think about is his hard cock thrusting into me just like in my dreams.

“Yes, I want to taste you too.” So much for thinking this through.

He doesn’t waste a second, he’s on his feet, grabbing my hand and pulling me across the dance floor to my friends.

Cass looks up at us. “I’m stealing Saylor for a while, I’ll make sure she gets back safely. Are you girls okay to get back to your hotel? I can leave my driver outside if you want.”

“Er… no it’s okay we can get back to the hotel.” She looks up at me. “You okay, Saylor?”

I nod, I can’t speak. My body is humming with sexual energy and I just want to jump on him here and now.

After saying goodnight to the girls, I leave the club with Everett. My boss. I need to stop thinking about that.

This is my one and only opportunity to live out my fantasy. And what better place to do that than in Vegas, right?

As soon as we get outside, he moves me against the wall. He kisses me again and it’s better than the first time. I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my stomach. “I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you right now. I hope you’re not tired, because we’re not sleeping tonight. I am going to fuck you hard all night. Are you ready for that, Saylor? Tell me now if you don’t want this as much as I do.”

I don’t hesitate. “Fuck me, Everett. Fuck me all night long.”

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