Page 39 of Over My Dead Boss
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I let myself fall back onto the bed. “Me neither.” I think about it for a second and want to blame Sienna for not putting any into the package. “But I need it,” I say, desperation pushing away the fulfilling sensation from earlier.
“Good,” Phoenix laughs and lets himself fall down next to me. “Hold that thought. I will buy a container of condoms tomorrow.”
“Can you wait that long?”
Phoenix wipes his face with the back of his hand. “No, but it’s not like we have a choice. You taste amazing, by the way.”
“Well,” I smile and roll myself onto him. “Maybe not, but I can definitely return the favor.” I wiggle my butt against his hard cock, that’s still trapped in his boxer briefs.
He smiles a crooked smile and pulls my head down towards his own. “How would you do that?” he asks, holding me in place.
I try to move down on him but he doesn’t allow me to, instead he pulls me in for a kiss and bites my lip a little.
“Please, if I can’t have you inside me, at least let me suck your cock.” I am surprised by myself. I am usually not like this, but something has come over me and I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t want to stop it. “I want to know what you taste like, too.” My hand trails down his chest and abs and, just as I am about to reach for his dick, I am stopped by his other hand.
“How bad do you want it?” He breathes into my ear.
Defiantly, I try to overpower him but am instead thrown onto my back and pinned down against the mattress again. “Please. I don’t want it. I need it.”
Slowly, he lowers himself onto me, his cock pressing against my pussy, making my eyes turn in their sockets. “Good.” His low voice makes me tremble underneath him. “Now let’s get cleaned up. You need to sleep. All those nightmares and orgasms probably cost a lot of energy, and I need you to be at your best tomorrow.”
“When that container of condoms arrives?” I ask eagerly as he helps me up from my bed, gently smacking my butt before we walk into the bathroom.
He grins, motions for me to stand under the shower and turns the shower head to the side before turning it on, waiting for the water to warm up. “Business before pleasure. We have some work to do tomorrow.”
“Pleasure? Feels like it’s mostly torture so far.” I tease and watch as Phoenix takes off his boxers, revealing the most photogenic cock I have ever seen.Yup, definitely torture.He looks all around perfect, causing my mouth to water.
Phoenix moves the shower head back and warm water rains down on me as we both take a step closer, embracing each other. He squeezes some shampoo into his hands, massages it into my hair, and I try to use the distraction to run my fingers down his back all the way to his butt. It’s firm and round and like the forbidden fruit I want to bite into. His fingers skillfully move in circles over my scalp, moving my head back a little and then stop all of a sudden. I open my eyes and stare into his. He gives me a peck on my nose and I can feel him grow harder against my stomach. Quickly, he turns me around and lathers my entire body in body wash, his fingers sliding all over me.
“This isn’t fair, you know,” I protest and inch my ass backwards, squeezing it against his crotch, which is now fully engorged.
His hand strikes down on my butt cheeks, the sound echoing through the bathroom. “Lots of things aren’t fair, Olivia.” He reaches around, grabbing my boobs, and pulls me against his chest. “Let’s call it payback for all your teasing. I will enjoy seeing you suffer a little. If you want, we can introduce some Grumpy Time for you too. It can be quite… satisfying.”
Without any retort, I just stand there while Phoenix rinses the shampoo out of my hair and off my body and I am nothing but astonished how close together the highs and lows can be with Phoenix freaking Cyrus — writer of romance, bringer of orgasms, taker of pleasure.
Eventually, he guides me back to my bed, we cuddle up against each other and I can feel the tiredness coming down on me. “I am grumpy at Sienna for not sending me condoms.”
“I am grateful at Sienna for sending you that… enticing underwear. And I think I might owe you a new pair.” His face rubs against the back of my head as he spoons me from behind, his cock back in his boxers, safely stored away from me.
“I am grumpy at you for not letting me make you come.”
“I am grateful for being able to make you come so hard I thought it might make you faint.”
24
When I wake the next morning, Phoenix is gently snoring next to me and I feel like I caught up on a thousand hours of sleep. Luckily, no more nightmares came haunting, and I slept all the way through until now. I hold my hand up to my mouth and check my breath. It is as expected, and I know I need to sneak to the bathroom as soon as possible. Careful not to wake the hunk of a man, whose arm is wrapped around my waist, I slowly slide out of bed without making a sound. Quietly, I lock the bathroom door, brush my teeth, fix my hair and plan on sneaking back into bed when I see Phoenix has already left. Defeated, I stand in the bathroom door and look around.
He wouldn’t have left because he thought what happened was a mistake, would he?
The thought is like a punch to my gut and I let myself fall onto the bed and bury myself under the blankets. They still smell like him, which makes the doubts in my head even worse. Maybe he thinks it’s inappropriate for us to do what we did last night. Maybe, against his better judgment, he got swept up in the moment. I guess I did. I should have known better than to let it go this far.
Don’t rush to conclusions,I say to myself and get dressed in a bordeaux bra with lace, matching panties and a summery dress that shows just a little too much here and there.There’s no way of knowing how he feels about what happened, so there’s no need to worry about it. He seemed… excited last night, to say the least.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, before stepping out of my room. All the way across the house, Phoenix is busy in the kitchen, in nothing but his underwear. Taking a moment to fully appreciate the view, I feel the uneasiness grow in my stomach. Quickly, I walk over and begin rambling before even saying hello. “So, about what happened last night… I know it might be quite uncomfortable or awkward or strange between us now and I’d like to apologize. I didn’t mean to make things weird. I mean, not that what you or I did last night — with basically no clothes on whatsoever — was weird. It was perfectly natural. A normal thing to do, but maybe not for us. You know, I am kind of working for you, and, on top of that, I still feel like I am also sort of blackmailing you, for which I’d also like to apologize, and although last night is kind of a haze, I think I kind of came onto you when you tried to help me and that maybe is somewhat inappropriate, all things considered. Well, I guess it was unprofessional to say the least, which is something that I always thought was my strong suit, until I met you, that is. Well,” I take a deep breath and watch Phoenix ignore me, putting batter into a hot pan, “so I guess what I am trying to say is: I totally understand if you would prefer for me to leave. Just say the word and I’m gone.”
Finally, he turns towards me and raises one of his brows. “Done?”
I nod a little discombobulated and let my gaze wander down his impeccable pecks and abs and quickly back up to his face because damn; I am being unprofessional again.
