Page 50 of My Boss

I hold my breath. The jacket falls to the floor with a rustle. I’m left in only my bra and skirt.

A trickle of sweat runs down my back. Inside, I’m trembling with uncertainty. Nevertheless, I hold still. I can’t and don’t want to back out now.

“And what are you planning to do?” I try to keep my voice composed, although my pulse is racing as if I’m about to have a heart attack.

Jan slides his hand over my neck, collarbone and shoulder, and hooks his thumb under the lace of my bra. I get goosebumps on my skin. He sizes me up with his eyes, goes lower and lower with his fingers. He skims over my breasts—I’m still wearing a bra—goes to my belly and puts both hands on my waist. His greedy gaze lights me up.

His slender fingers glide along my hips, rubbing against my skirt, catching the hem and pulling it up slowly, higher and higher, until it reaches my waist.

I feel his touch on the bare skin of my thighs, my hips. I’m panting. My body is on fire.

Jan leans in, bringing his face closer to my neck, and murmurs into my ear, “I’ll do what I’ve been craving for a long time.” He cups my buttocks, tightens his fingers on them, then unexpectedly lifts me up.

Oh, God!

I grab his shoulders, digging my trembling fingers into them.

“Wrap your legs around me, Maria.”

I comply with his request, cling to him with my whole body, and then he turns around, presses my back against the glass and locks his lips with mine.

We kiss hungrily, wildly, animalistically, panting and moaning. My hands slip through his hair, across his neck, his shoulders, while he squeezes my buttocks. He pushes against me with his whole body, devouring my lips, neck and cleavage. His kisses are perfect, not too dry, nor too wet. Urgent. I feel the chill from the window on my back, and the heat emanating from Jan’s mouth on my breasts.

He’s aroused as hell. I can tell this from his rapid breathing, the intensity of his kisses, his tense shoulders, and the way his hard cock, straining in his pants, rubs impatiently against my pussy, hidden under thin panties. We are so close that any closer is impossible. Only our clothes separate us. I want him to get rid of them, I want to feel his skin on me, push my breasts against his naked torso, see him without that damn collar shirt.

Without stopping my kisses, I reach for his tie, fumbling to loosen it, then untie it, pull it out of his collar, and drop it to the floor.

“It’s silk,” Jan admonishes me between kisses.

Damn neat freak.

“I can pick it up and hang it on a chair, so it doesn’t get creased,” I joke.

“Silk does not crease,” he says directly into my mouth. “But it’s a good idea.” He unexpectedly puts me on the floor.

What the hell? I look at him confused, and he points with his head under the window where his damn tie is lying.

Jeez, he can’t be serious? That gaze. I can’t count how many times he has looked at me just like that, giving me instructions: “Maria, you need to do an analysis for a client.” “Maria, you have to stay after hours.” “Maria, tables seven and eight need to be corrected. For yesterday.” “Maria, the chart on page 20 is missing. I’m supposed to have it in my inbox in an hour.”

Do this, do that, piss and crap.

“Maria, please pick up the tie,” he says, and I feel like slapping him across the mouth.

Fucking Jan the Autocrat! I feel a hot wave of anger build up in me, and I am about to explode. I knew it was a bad idea to give in to him. I’m going to pick up that fucking tie and shove it down his throat, so he chokes on it. And then I’ll get my stuff and leave. Let him finish the annual report himself and what he started here. Whatever it is.

“You are hopeless. You ruin everything.” I throw him a hateful look, lean against the glass with one hand and bend down to get his tie, and then Jan’s hands grab my buttocks. “Don’t you dare,” I hiss and try to straighten up, but he leans over me and immobilizes me with his torso. I can’t wait to drive my elbow under his ribs.

What is he doing?

“Do you realize how many times I wanted to do that when you picked something up off the floor?” he purrs in a low voice into my hair, and shivers run through me. “You’re a damn temptress, Maria.” He tightens his fingers on my buttocks. “Because of you, I can’t work, I can’t focus. I should have fired you a long time ago or let you go to R&D.”

“Then why didn’t you? You had plenty of opportunities.” My heart is pounding like crazy. I’m furious with myself because the anger is replaced by growing arousal.

“Why do you think?” His hand glides over my buttock and slides between my thighs. I feel a pulsation low in my abdomen.

“Because you are emotionally unstable, antisocial and don’t know what you want?”

“I know what I want, Maria. And I’ve wanted it since the day you showed up in my department.” He slips his fingers under my panties.

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