Page 44 of My Boss

I walk slowly over to the bench and lie down on my back. Jan moves his chair over to me and sits down right next to me. I follow his every move, admire his muscular body, and feel an involuntary surge of desire.

And I give myself a mental slap.

What the hell am I doing? After all, I already went through this six months ago! He shouldn’t do anything for me. But, in fact, he does.

Dammit!

I hold my breath as Jan leans over me and moves his gaze across my breasts. My heart quickens its rhythm; a tingling sensation spreads in the bottom of my abdomen.

“Ready?” he asks with an inscrutable gleam in his eye, and for a moment I doubt if I’m even ready to start breathing normally around him.

Fuck, Maria, self-control!

“I think it will be better if I take care of it myself.” I reach for the spray, and then Jan grasps my wrist and puts my hand down on the bench.

“No. I’ll do it,” he replies in a low voice, looking into my eyes. He shakes the container, brings it closer and sprays the liquid on my upper chest.

A shiver runs through my body; my muscles tense up. I lie still, look at Engler’s face and notice how the irises of his gray eyes grow thin as his pupils dilate. I try to breathe calmly. I shift my gaze to my chest; it rises and falls as if I’m running and…

Gosh! My nipples are sticking out like two cone-shaped birthday hats and I can feel them straining to pierce my lace bra. I’m about to burn with shame. Holy shit.

Why is this happening to me? Why exactly with him?

Of course, he has already seen my naked breasts, but only in a photo!

I raise my gaze to Jan, and he devours me with his eyes. His eyes are almost dark blue and shiny, nostrils slightly flared and…

Wait a minute! Is he biting his lower lip? Oh, Christ. If you don’t count that sick dream, I’ve never seen such an expression on his face. I didn’t even think he could look so lustful, passionate and sexy.

My heart is beating so loud that I’m afraid Jan can hear it too. I’m really nuts—it’s happening again. I’m getting excited again about the way Jan is looking at me! He better stop immediately. After all, he’s my damn boss, and I’m his damn employee!

This, however, does not stop me from staring at him and feeling an uncontrollable surge of desire.

God, his arms are so full of muscle. He could probably lift me easily, push me against the wall, take me standing up…

“Are you better now?” A low voice brings me back to reality.

Oh, he went back to the formal voice again. And it’s a good thing too, because it effectively sobered me up. I need to get back to my old train of thought: Jan is a cold-hearted, antisocial formalist. But apart from that, he’s physically massively attractive and has a killer body that I didn’t suspect him to have at all. I noticed that he was tall and broad-shouldered long ago when he walked around in those perfectly tailored suits of his. What I didn’t suspect was that he hides a freaking six-pack underneath them! What guy at this age, in this position, can be in such great shape? And my hand is almost raring to slide my fingertips over his sculpted abdomen, athletic torso and verify that Engler’s muscles are indeed as hard as they look.

Instinctively, I slide my eyes down below the shiny belt buckle of his pants and… I freeze. An impressive bulge stands out in the left leg. Holy Moley.

I swallow; electricity flows between my thighs. Calm down, Maria, it’s just a wallet or a cell phone… and judging by the size of the bulge, both.

“Maria, are you all right?” Instantly I tear my gaze away from his pants and lift my head.

“Yeah, sure. And how is your burn?” I naughtily take advantage of the situation to glance at his naked chest again.

Oh my, how gorgeous he is.

Or rather: oh boy, what a fucked-up person I am and, because of the breakup with Karol, absolutely in need of a good fuck. After all, it’s ridiculous that I’m turned on by the sight of Jan!

“Right. Please don’t move for a few minutes. Let the preparation get absorbed into the skin.” He stands up, and my gaze momentarily focuses on his pant leg again.

God, save me. It’s not a fucking wallet or a cell phone. Jan has a boner. And what a boner it is!

A wave of heat hits me, washes over my breasts, the bottom of my abdomen, and down until it reaches my pussy. I’m getting wet.

“Maria! Get a grip on yourself, slut!” I scold myself mentally and close my eyes, as if that will help at all.

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