Page 40 of Over My Dead Boss
Before I can say another word, he grabs me by my waist and lifts me up onto the kitchen aisle, placing a kiss on my forehead, making me blush immediately. “Blueberry pancake?” he asks.
“As long as you don’t ruin it with maple syrup,” I answer.
“Maple syrup? I was thinking of adding some pineapple to yours.”
A laugh escapes my mouth, but despite watching his nimble hands skillfully flip the pancake with one swift motion of the pan, I am reminded of the issue of last night.
Why does he have to be so sexy?
“So you don’t want me to leave?”
Phoenix laughs and slides the finished pancake onto a plate. “Oh, no. I definitely want you to leave.” He makes an unnecessary pause for dramatic effect that makes me want to take the hot pan next to me and hit him over the head. “But I’d also like you to return once you have procured the container of condoms. Or at least a big box of them. If that’s ok with you, still.”
“Say no more,” I slide off the counter but before I can walk off, Phoenix grabs me by my arm.
“Breakfast first. You need to eat.” He grunts commandingly, hands me the plate and sends me off to the table.
I agree reluctantly and hurl down my food. Just when I am done, he slides more pancakes onto my plate and sits opposite of me.
“What was your nightmare about?”
“Ugh, it was terrible,” I say with a full mouth. “I think I’d rather not talk about it or I’ll get another panic attack.”
“Of course, we don’t have to talk about it. But you can tell me if you feel like it might help or if you just want to talk.”
I nod, thank him and finish the food as quickly as possible, then grab the keys to his car and drive off. Unsure which brand he prefers, I simply grab one box of each and quietly endure the evil stare Kathrin at the check out gives me. Apparently, she remembers me still. I also buy a bouquet of flowers and before driving back to Phoenix, stop by at Nana’s place to check in on her. When she doesn’t open the door after the third ring, I begin to worry and walk around the house, only to find her snoring in a rocking chair in front of the TV. A cold shower washes down my back, the chair reminding me of last night. The door to the terrace is open, and I let myself in to put the flowers into an expensive-looking vase. Just when I place them on the table in the living room and am about to sneak out again, I feel something poke into my back.
“Don’t move or I will shoot,” Nana’s tired voice threatens from behind. “You weren’t going to leave without saying hello to me, were you?” I turn around and look into her grinning eyes as she lowers her cane. “Are those for me, Olivia?” She smiles and struggles to get out of her chair.
“They reminded me of you,” I answer and motion for her to stay seated. “Lillies. Like the one’s that are printed on your shopping trolley.” We chat for a bit and I text Phoenix to let him know where I am and that it might take a while since Nana is forcing me to have lunch with her. After finishing some leftovers that she had frozen, we also do some gardening and Nana tells me about that one time her grandson almost drowned because he jumped into the ocean looking for mermaids, since he apparently had a crush on them. After way more time than I had planned for, I finally excuse myself and drive back to Phoenix. The memories of last night, of us, are still burned into my brain, causing me to drive a little faster than allowed and I am thoroughly confused by the craving inside me. The craving for him to touch me, for me to finish what we started last night.
When I get there, Phoenix, much like Dog, is nowhere to be seen. On his desk, I discover the new chapters that he has written today, and it seems like he is making some serious progress. I take a seat and get so lost in his writing that I don’t even notice him returning.
“You like it?” I hear his voice hovering right behind me, his warm breath flowing over my shoulder, making the hairs on my neck stand up. “It just… came out today. I wrote and wrote and wrote and it just wouldn’t stop. Well, until Dog needed to go for a walk.”
“I can’t believe I am going to say this — because it’s an absolute first — but I think there’s something I’d like to do even more than read your book.”
“Is it me?” he asks, swivels me around and goes in for the kiss before I even get a chance to answer.
He is hungry, greedy, almost forceful, and it turns me on like nothing else; that feeling of him wanting me as much as I want him. Having waited for much too long, he rips the dress from my body. I try to do the same with his shirt and fail miserably. His lips, still pressed against mine, turn into a smile.
“Let me give you a hand,” he says, moves back and rips his shirt apart, sending buttons flying through the air.
“No, no,” I say with a smirk as I drop to my knees and look up at him. “Letmegive you a hand.” Fortunately, his belt is easier to get rid of and a few seconds later, his pants drop to the floor, revealing his hard cock aching to be released from his tight briefs. I wrap my hands around his butt, wanting to feel his muscles, which tense up the second I move closer. A drop of pre-cum is visible on his boxers and I’ve never wanted to taste something as bad as I want to taste him in that moment. I yank down his black briefs and stare straight at the most beautiful dick in existence. Phoenix grunts from above and I can hear his hand dig into the leather backrest of his chair. Deliberately taking my time, I let my hands glide up his legs and over those tantalizing muscles that point right toward his crotch, before finally moving in on his private parts. I wrap one hand around his dick, making his veins pop even more, and tease his tip with my tongue. Every groan, sigh and gasp that the man above me releases — that I lure out of him — is like music in my ears. Slowly, I begin to stroke him, which almost makes his legs give out. He leans against his desk and carefully brushes the hair out of my face.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he huffs.
I grin and in response take him into my mouth as deep as possible.
“Ohmyfu—”Phoenix swallows the rest of the sentence and needs both his hands to hold on to the desk.
I let my tongue glide around every inch of his hardness. Up and down, I stroke him with my hands. Back and forth, I move my head, trying to swallow him whole.
“Oh, fuck. Just like that,” he grunts, and I can feel his cock pulsate between my hands. I love how vocal he is and how wet his groans cause me to be. Heat rushing through every single cell of me.
Eager to make him come, I increase my speed and take him even deeper, only to be coarsely cut off by his hands pulling me up by my neck. He makes me stand in front of him and, despite the drool dripping off my lips, kisses me so deeply that I moan straight into his mouth.
Fuck, do I want him inside me.
