Page 71 of My Boss

My God, I feel as if I am falling in love with him. How is it even possible that just a few hours ago I hated him (and have done so for a year!), and now I have a crush on him and crave his presence with all my being? After all, it’s irrational, ridiculous even, as if my brain crashed and restarted, and the old folder titled ‘I hate my boss’ has been replaced by a new one: ‘I have a crush on Jan’!

“Jan.” Saying his name sends a pleasant shiver through me. Something like this has never happened to me. I never thought it was possible to feel like this at all. “I want you,” I confess into his mouth.

“Despite the fact that I am as dry as the ashes of a dead man in an urn?” He smiles, but I am not at all cheerful.

I move back and look into his eyes. Unearthly beautiful, captivating eyes. I am a despicable person. How could I dump on him like this?

“I’m sorry for saying that to you. I feel stupid.”

“That’s not enough for me,” he says. He reaches into the zipper of my jacket and slowly pulls it open. “You’ll have to try a little harder if I’m to forgive you.” His eyes sparkle as he trails his gaze down my cleavage.

I slip off my jacket, and he reaches for the hooks of my bra and unfastens it. I pull down the straps and tilt the cups away.

“Is that better?” I smile cockily and bare myself completely before him.

His pupils dilate.

“You’re doing pretty well… But it’s still not enough.” His hands close around my nipples craving his touch, his fingers tighten and his thumbs slide over the swollen buds.

My body arches instinctively.

“Oh yes, baby. I could see you like this every morning in my bed.” Jan clamps his mouth on my right breast, licks it, then starts sucking.

I feel a tingling between my thighs and instinctively move my hips. I rub against Jan, sensing his enlarging bulge, and slide my hands into his hair.

I wriggle on top of him, letting him kiss my breasts, my cleavage, my neck. The movements of my hips are more impatient, I push harder against his cock throbbing in his pants. We find our lips again. Our kisses are lively, urgent, passionate.

With impatient hands, I remove his tie (well, really, he could give it up already!), undo the buttons of his shirt, and when I feel the hard muscles under my fingers, I skim my nails over them and murmur:

“You have a killer body.”

“I’m all killer, Maria.” He lifts his hips and pushes against my crotch with his firm manhood.

A shiver runs through me, I cling to him tighter, rocking and rubbing against his erection. I kiss his torso, drag my tongue across his taut belly, go lower and lower, undo his belt buckle.

His inflamed gaze pierces through me. His lips are slightly parted, as if he is anxiously awaiting what will happen next. I unfasten the zipper, pull out his penis and wrap my hand about it.

A low murmur rumbles in Jan’s throat.

“You get better at apologizing every minute.”

I smile seductively and take his cock in my mouth. Jan’s hips spontaneously rise, and I caress him with my hand, my lips, my tongue, my teeth.

“You are amazing.” He pulls my hair away from my face and coils it around his hand. He looks at me with burning eyes full of lust and I pleasure him as best as I can. I never suspected oral sex could ever give me so much pleasure.

“That’s enough. Come to me.” He lifts my face, I let his dick fall from my mouth and rub it with the top of my hand.

Jan draws me close and kisses me passionately, possessively, lustfully. I straddle his hips and let him glide his hands over my thighs and buttocks. I sense impatience in his touch.

“Are you attached to these pantyhose?” he asks directly into my mouth.

“Not really. Why?”

He reaches for my crotch with both hands and tears the thin nylon.

“And to the panties?” This time he doesn’t even wait for an answer, but rips them off in one move.

Oh dear, I’m about to come.

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