Page 47 of Faking It With My New Boss

“There’s nothing cliché about us,” she said. “Even if there was, I wouldn’t want to be cliché with anyone else but you.”

I smiled and reached for her. She put her cocoa on the table and slid off the couch, curling up with me on the floor in front of the fire. There was a large bearskin rug there, and it was warm from the heat of the flame. Slowly, we laid down, resting on the rug with the blanket over us and the fire crackling beside us.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” she said and turned so she faced me. Our eyes locked for a short moment and then we kissed. It was sweet and full and loving.

Then, I parted her lips with my tongue, and the passion increased immediately. Like clockwork, our bodies responded to each other as they had since the first time, and as I was sure they would every time forever. We were meant for each other. Always.

Our tongues swirled languidly as we idly roamed our hands across each other’s bodies. The familiarity was there now, but it only enhanced the sensations of her touch on me, my touch to her. I knew where I could touch her to make her moan just this certain way, or squirm that certain way. Her body was like an instrument and I could make it sing in the most beautiful tones.

I pulled on the belt of the robe, unraveling it. It went loose and I slipped my hand inside, first cupping her breast and kneading into it and then sliding down to her ass and pulling her tight against me. She rolled with me and I lay on my back, my hard erection pressing against my pajamas into her core. She was hot and wet already, I could feel it through the fabric, and she rocked over me, teasing me as the robe fell away from her shoulders.

The fire meant her skin flickered between light and darkness and the shadow of her breast was as enticing as dark chocolate. I sat up to take it into my lips and it tasted just as sweet. She moaned and I felt her reach down with one hand to unbutton the pants. There was only one button separating her body and mine, and rather than slip the pants off she didn’t want to wait. She wanted me inside her as soon as possible. The feeling was mutual.

My cock sprung out and she seized it with her palm, stroking it and making me groan in pleasure. She rubbed it against her pussy, whetting it and soaking it in her fluids before she arched up to slide the head into her opening. As she sat down onto me, there was a hitching moment where she had to pause and let herself adjust to my thickness, my length. When she did, she sighed happily and began to rhythmically rock back and forth on top of me.

I laid back and watched, marveling at the creature before me. As she rode me, taking for herself the pleasure she wanted, I could not imagine a more perfect vision. Her breasts rose and fell softly with each thrust and her head lolled back with her eyes shut as she moaned. The sound filled my body with passion and a desire to ravage her. To show her just how incredible she was, how terribly, amazingly perfect she was at driving me mad with need.

After some time, I couldn’t take it anymore and I rolled her to her back. I pulled out of her and she clamored for me, reaching for me and a sad, disappointed look crossing her face. I stood, removing the pants and she sat up, taking me into her mouth as soon as the pants were off me.

Lovingly, she stroked me into her lips, letting her tongue run the length of me and then taking me deep inside her throat. I cried out in ecstasy and again let myself have the enormous pleasure of watching her satisfy me with her touch. She stroked me faster and I felt myself edging closer to release.

I pulled her away and pressed her into the ground, settling between her legs once more. She giggled as she opened her legs for me and I drove myself inside her, ending the giggling and replacing it with a deep moan. I began to thrust hard, fast, grabbing her hips with each hand and pulling her onto me as I penetrated deep inside her pussy.

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I got faster and faster, the desperation for release growing stronger each time I buried my cock inside her. Her hands went to the sides, pulling at the rug and I knew she was near climax as well. It emboldened me to slam into her even harder. With each thrust our voices grew, filling the cabin with the sound of the newly married passion.

My fingers dug into her skin as I pulled her tight and my entire body went rigid as I came. I emptied into her, thrusting just a few more times as my body pulsed and unloaded my essence into her waiting core. She shook and squirmed as she came with me, and slowly we collapsed together, gasping for breath and finding it in each other’s kiss.

Epilogue Two

Courtney

It's opening day for the bakery and it seemed like Bryan was equal parts excited and nervous. I tried to keep him distracted with little things while other people kept things moving smoothly. He was so worried about everything going perfectly that I knew he just needed to have the bakery open and get a few people in and out and he would calm down.

Just before the doors opened, Bryan took a stand in front of the doors, making a little speech to the employees and revving them up for what was sure to be a busy day. Then he disappeared to the back and came back out to me, bringing with him this gorgeous, tall, incredibly pretty cupcake dessert. It was shocking and endearing and I was thoroughly touched, especially when I noticed the little fondant figurines of himself and me.

I reached over to embrace him and then kissed him on the lips.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too,” he said.

“And I am so very proud of you,” I said. “You worked so hard to make this happen.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Before the doors opened, a stream of orders went out to the rooms, pre-orders from guests staying on opening weekend and wanting to sample the bakery while they were at it. Guests were lined up outside and finally, Bryan unlocked the door and they streamed in. I tried to keep an eye on him as they came in, hoping he didn’t get too excited and overwhelmed, and just hoping he could hang on for that first rush.

Sure enough, about twenty minutes into the new bakery’s grand opening, and Bryan was not only shedding the nervous jitters, he was downright glowing. I had never seen him so absolutely in his own element as he was at that moment, whirling around the bakery talking with customers and friends who dropped by and at various times heading back into the kitchen to help the bakers back there catch up on orders.

I mostly stayed out of the way, preferring to help out at the registers if they needed it or to sit at one of the tiny booths in the corner when they didn’t. Years of doing everything I could to make ends meet made it easy for me to hop on a register when needed and it only took a few moments of explanation from the other people there before I had the hang of how it worked.

I worked a surprising amount, as the bakery was packed with people all day. It was fun and exciting, even though I was regretting not being able to spend more time eating my special surprise dessert cupcake.

It wouldn’t always be like this, I knew. Even if it was, Bryan wouldn’t be able to spend all his time here anyway. He had a lot of other things to do as the head of the company, and while he loved baking and loved that he got to do all this, he had really embraced being the person his grandfather thought he could be. He was determined to bring his family's brand to even greater heights, and I loved listening to him explain how the bakery would help that happen to curious executives as they streamed into the bakery.

At one point, in the distance, I was sure I saw his grandfather himself. He was standing just outside the bakery, and someone who had been inside came up with a bag and the older man had picked a cupcake out of it, admiring it for a moment before shoving nearly half of it in his mouth. It was impressive, considering the cupcakes were already renowned for being on the larger side, but the old man took the bite and grinned happily before disappearing into the crowd.

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