Page 26 of Faking It With My New Boss

I thought it was just going to be a brief kiss to capture the moment. But it was instantly amazing. My breath caught in my throat and my stomach tightened. As I pulled away from her just slightly, my heart pounded in my chest and I didn't want to stop. I leaned back in for another kiss, taking a picture of this one for good measure.

Chapter Seventeen

Courtney

The kiss stunned me, but I tried to play it cool. It was fake. I knew that. I had to keep reminding myself that. It was all just for show.

Then why did I feel tingling all over my body? Why could I feel out of breath every time I looked at him and even my toes tingled? I tried convincing myself that it was just that he was a really good kisser. If I could convince myself of that, then maybe I could be mad at myself later when I got through all this.

For now, though, I could enjoy it.

We went to a few other places, some more regular haunts like restaurants and stores and some famous touristy spots too. At each one, the kissing became an essential part of the picture-taking process. Simple kisses to the cheek, tiny pecks, deep, closed mouth embraces. It was a lot, but it was manageable. I tried to trick myself into thinking I was like an actress with a super-hot co-star.

Then we went to a high-rise hotel, wound up on the roof, placed his phone on a timer on a pillar nearby and he pulled me in again. This time though, his lips parted mine and his tongue slid inside. We stayed that way far after the picture was taken, tasting each other, our tongues wrestling one another.

When we finished our kiss, we stood apart, our eyes burning into one another and our lips stretched into stupid grins. It was becoming rather obvious that we were kissing now just because we wanted to. It was an explosive kind of attraction that was unlike anything I had ever felt.

“It’s getting late,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess I should drop you off now,” he said, his body still close to mine. I could smell his cologne on me, rubbed off in one of our embraces. It was intoxicatingly dark and sexy. Mahogany and whisky. A trace of smoke.

We drove back to my place in near silence, the tension in the car absolutely unbearable. I squirmed in my seat. My core was on fire, wet and hot. I wanted him. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing, but I had to take a shot. We pulled up to my place and he turned in his seat as soon as the car was parked, bringing me in for a deep kiss.

“Come up with me,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his hot breath on my cheek.

I nodded.

We escaped from the car like it was trying to eat us, throwing ourselves to the door of my house and I fumbled with my keys until it was unlocked. I barely had the door open before I was crawling onto him, our lips pressed together as he carried me back into the room and shutting the door behind him with his foot.

I leaned back and he came with me, my hands behind his neck, pulling him further into my room. Our kiss broke and his lips moved to my neck and his hands, roughly at first, moved me toward the couch. My jaw went slack as my voice bubbled up out of me. His hot breath on my neck sent tingles down my body and the growling sounds coming from his chest worked like a command. His fingers were pulling at my blouse and I raised my hands obediently. It came up and off in a split second.

Cool air hit my skin and I broke out in goosebumps. I didn’t care, though, especially with the heat between my thighs warming the rest of me from the inside out. His teeth had reached the clasp in the center of my bra and I gasped as he yanked it open. My breasts tumbled out and he made a hungry, desperate sound as his hands filled with them and I fell back, letting the bra hit the floor.

I fell backwards and hit the couch on my ass. Some primal instinct inside of me just decided to yank at his belt, unbuttoning him and pulling down harshly. His cock sprung out and I wrapped my hand around it. It was so thick and hard in my palm. The taboo thought of holding my boss’s cock in my hand only sent me deeper into the spiral and I lost all ability to control myself.

I dove down, taking him into my mouth. Stroking him as I let my lips purse around his head, my tongue flicking, taking the sweet, sticky fluid that collected there and mixing it with my saliva. Tasting the very essence of him. I slid my hand down to my skirt and pulled it up, unable to stop myself anymore. I pulled aside my panties and touched myself as I took him deep into my mouth, the head brushing the back of my throat.

Bryan groaned deeply as I sucked on him, bobbing back and forth, stroking him into my mouth with concentrated movements. I turned my grip as I stroked him, wrenching lightly on his cock and making him cry out in pleasure. I moaned as I pleasured his staff and suddenly, he pulled away. I looked up to see that he had removed his shirt and my eyes trailed down his muscular frame as he kicked away his pants.

He was naked, his incredible body tense and heaving as he breathed heavily. I felt like I lost the ability to move my limbs and I fell back into the couch. I was his for whatever he wanted to do. He could do anything and I would let him. I would enjoy it.

He knelt in front of me and my interest spiked even higher. A grin on his face made me feel like I would pass out. His head dove between my thighs and I spread them open further to let him in. Suddenly, the world was on fire.

My eyes clenched shut as I came instantly to the touch of his tongue to my clit. My thighs squeezed shut, hard over his ears and my toes curled in on themselves. I shouted out in a cry I was sure the whole world could hear. I didn’t care. Let them know.

His tongue swept through my folds and kept brushing my clit, sending me into spirals as I clenched his hair in my hands. As I shook and vibrated, he moaned lusciously. When I finally felt like I had some measure of control again, he stood and held out his hand. I took it and he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his hips and my body sent into shivers as his cock pressed against my core. I wanted him inside me. I needed it.

He carried me back to my room and tossed me on the bed, climbing up between my open, waiting legs. I yearned for him, begged for him silently with my eyes.

He did not make me wait.

Bryan settled between my thighs and guided his cock to my opening and thrust. A world of pain and pleasure filled me and I cried out into the night. He held himself there, letting me adjust to him as my walls pulsed at his thickness. When I began to relax, he rocked back, thrusting back and forth into me over and over.

I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as he pressed his hands on either side of me for leverage. He took one breast into his mouth as his hips slammed into me and the crashing wave of orgasm after orgasm rolled over me in such a rush that it felt like one incredibly long, intense climax.

Suddenly, his voice rose in a deep growl. The slamming, thrusting movements got harder, faster, so much that I couldn’t make a sound.

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