Page 47 of Over My Dead Boss
“And I ended up dating Barbara for a while because it impressed her that I was attentive enough to know her favorite song even though we didn’t even know each other. Oh, and also her boyfriend was a scumbag. So, it could have been worse.”
“Well, now I am torn. I am thankful you upped your game. Your Fortune Candy is a lot more imaginative than Cupid singers. However, I do have to say that I am kind of rooting for the two of you now. The story is so adorable that you and Barbara should end up together. I don’t see any other way.”
“Last I heard, she was happily married with twins.” Phoenix shrugs as we pull into his driveway.
We take Dog for a quick walk and it almost seems like Phoenix might have forgotten about our deal until he prods one last time. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, but I hope you know you can tell me whatever you need to say, Olivia.” He thinks for a moment before continuing, “Unless you want to tell me you have a boyfriend who’s a football player, then maybe keep it to yourself.”
“I like funny Phoenix,” I say and reach for his hand, intertwining our fingers as we walk back home. “No, no, my boyfriend is an MMA fighter, but that’s not the issue. Ryker told me about how you lost CY Publishing. He also told me what you were planning to do. He thinks maybe I can talk some sense into you.”
“Of course he did.”
“Don’t blame him. He’s just worried about you. I know I have no business telling you what to do with your money or your life, but I think he might have a point.”
Phoenix lets go of my hand as we approach the patio. “And what point is that?” His voice sounds sarcastic.
“Well, why do you insist on getting CY Publishing back? It seems like there’s so many better options. You could go back to teaching at University, you could rescue kittens stuck in trees as a full-time job, you could even do nothing but write books for the rest of your life.”
“I’d probably have to throw a lot of kittens into trees to be adequately occupied and I think that’s frowned upon.”
“Possibly,” I agree, “but my point is, you shouldn’t be guided by anger. What happened was appalling, but I think maybe you would be happier if you just let it go. Revenge is a dish best served cold, you know.”
Phoenix sits down on the couch and I climb on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I don’t think that’s what that means,” he says with a frown on his face.
“That’s exactly what it means. You wait long enough for your revenge and then it’s like cold soup. No one wants cold soup. So you’re like ‘Well, I’m not gonna eat cold soup because that’s gross.’ And instead you go get a burger. Warm. The way it’s supposed to be eaten and you forget all about your cold soup… and revenge.”
“Huh,” Phoenix grumbles and lets his hands glide along my legs and over my butt. “Maybe we’ve been spending too much time together because I can somehow see the logic in that.”
“Yeah, well, as I said, I don’t think I have the right to interfere in any way, but maybe think about it some more.” I place a kiss on his nose and he pulls me closer against him. “Oh, and about that Fortune Chocolate. The answer is yes, but my dress doesn’t have pockets so I’m short about $200. Can you do me one for free tonight?”
Something seems to shift in him. For one long moment, his gaze lands on my mouth, his stare so intense that I feel as if he is already inside me. It is still hard for me to believe that one can yearn for another person this much, and yet have it feel so natural at the same time. He slowly slides my dress up and off, while showering my body with kisses all over. His touch is gentle, yet firm, while his dick is rock hard underneath me. After a while, I get off and undress him as well, revealing his carefully crafted physique, those brutal muscles of his.
“I’ll do you for free anytime, Olivia. Anytime.” The last word gets lost as his mouth engulfs my nipple, sucking on it lightly as he puts on a condom and maneuvers his cock against my entrance, waiting for me to lower myself onto it. When I do, his grunt travels from his mouth through my chest, right into my core.
I sit right there and don’t move an inch, trying to absorb that feeling completely, before being able to open my eyes again. “You know,” I say, having a sudden bout of clearheadedness when I look into those dark eyes of his. “You know how you always see those giant dicks in porn that make everyone insecure about their own length?”
“Are you working up to some elaborate penis joke right now? Because I’m sure that can wait till I’m not inside you anymore.”
“Oh, you’re already inside me?” I tease.
Phoenix replies with one rough pounding from underneath, making me squeal with equal parts pain and pleasure.
“No, that’s not what I was going to say. I just wanted you to know that you’re perfect for me.” I let myself sink back down, embracing all of him to the fullest. “You’re not too big, not too small, just all around perfect. It’s like your dick was made for me. I might have to keep it.”
Phoenix pulls my face towards him and kisses me deeply, his tongue grazing my own. The taste is tantalizing and compels me to move. I shift my hips up, and slowly back down again, paying close attention to his breathing, going slightly faster when he seems to relax for a bit and slower when his excitement grows in an attempt to tease out as much pleasure I can from this.
“I want to be so far inside you, you’ll always remember me.” His breathing grows more strained until he finally decides he’s had enough and flips me onto the couch.
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Iclimax twice before he finally cums all over me. After he does, he collapses onto my body. I love feeling his weight on top, the feeling of having drained him of all his powers. We clean up and get ready for bed, where we cuddle and kiss and talk and talk and talk.
“Is there anything that’s been occupying your mind recently?” I ask, a little afraid of addressing the topic ofusand what we are going to do once our arrangement comes to its natural conclusion.
He thinks for a long second while scratching his head. “There is, actually. It’s about the book.”
I turn over and put my chin on his chest, watching him closely.
“It’s almost done. Well, it is done.”
