Page 128 of My Boss

“Did you know that was the most romantic speech I’ve ever heard?” I get up and walk over to him.

“I didn’t want to duplicate ready-made monologues from movies. I wasn’t sure which ones you had already watched.”

“Probably most of them. And yours unquestionably beats all of them.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m the one to thank you.” I come closer to him. “Now, can I sit on your lap and kiss you? I promise I won’t fondle you, I’ll just grab your shoulders as tightly as I can.”

“Does sitting on my lap and kissing mean that we are still together?” He looks me straight in the eyes, as I straddle him.

“Indeed, Mr. Engler.” I dig my fingers into his arms, and he embraces me at the waist. “Do you remember that you still have my reward to collect?”

“A reward?”

I bring my lips closer to his mouth.

“For trying a piece of potato pancake without the sauce in the restaurant.” I take his hand and move it lower to my buttock.

His eyes widen and a spark appears in his pupils. He got it.

“I have everything we need in the nightstand,” I whisper directly into his lips and place a kiss on them.

Jan clings to me tightly and grips my ass cheeks. We kiss greedily, as if we haven’t seen each other for at least a week, not two days. I rub against him, feeling him get hard. His hands roam over my ass, my hips, slip under my T-shirt and wander up my back. Jan grabs my T-shirt, pulls it off and throws it on the floor.

“It’s not nice to mess up the place like that.” I smile.

“I will clean up later. I promise.” He closes his mouth on my nipple. “You have perfectly symmetric breasts.” He moves his lips to the other one, sucks the nipple, and a shudder runs through me.

“Do you like symmetry?” I ask, even though I know the answer.

“I love it. Especially yours.” He grabs my ass, not taking his mouth off me. “Two perfect curves.”

I lift my hips slightly, and he tightens his fingers on both buttocks, firmly, authoritatively.

“Let’s go.” He rises with me.

I wrap my legs around his waist. I kiss his neck, rubbing my lips against the collar of his shirt, which smells of fresh laundry and perfume. Jesus, I love this guy.

Jan lays me down on the bed and stands over me, his lustful gaze drilling into me. I wriggle with excitement as he removes his tie, jacket, vest, undoes his cufflinks, shirt buttons, pants… I slide my hand impatiently into my panties, watching as he exposes his sculpted body before me. I find my sweet spot, I’m wet, ready.

“Take them off.” He wraps his hand around his cock and strokes it.

I pull down my panties. I lie in front of him on my back, completely naked.

“Spread your legs.” He stares at my pussy and strokes faster. His eyes are burning and his breathing is getting faster and faster. He looks so manly now, so arousing, I’m about to come.

“Do you also like this kind of symmetry, Mr. Engler?” I slide my fingers over my labia.

“I like all of you, Maria.”

“Just like?”

“Not just.” He raises his eyes, meets my gaze, stops masturbating. “I have never felt anything like this for any woman,” he confesses quite seriously.

My heart stands still for a moment; I freeze, completely still. I look at him and lose my desire for the strong and wild sex I was thinking about just a few minutes ago. I crave something more.

“Make love to me,” I say.

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