Page 17 of The Boss’s Obsession
“I want you. I have for a long time… that’s why I’m a virgin. I just wanted you,” she said quietly. The feeling in my chest was utterly devastating and elating all at once. I was a king, crowned by her words, made invincible by her confession.
“Then you have me, baby, as long as you want me. Don’t talk about ever leaving me again,” I warned her sternly, as I brushed my lips against hers. “I barely survived the idea of it the first time.”
“You’re crazy. I hope this isn’t how you try and convince all your assistants to stay at the job,” Sienna muttered,
“There has never been anyone like you for me, Sienna, and there never will be,” I muttered, before closing the gap between us, and kissing her hard. Her tongue tangled against mine and her hands gripped my shoulders as I ground against her, the table moving along the tile floor with a sharp scrap.
She arched her hips against my hard-on, and I pulled back tutting. “This time you’recoming in my mouth and giving me every drop to taste.”
Her eyes widened as I stepped back, pushing her thighs wide and hooking the flimsy material of her shorts to the side. I stared at her glistening core. She was wet for me already, pink and plump and perfect, like an unbitten peach. I planned to do more than bite. I planned to devour.
I brought a finger to run from her clit to her entrance, smearing her wetness against her inner thigh. “You feel that Sienna, baby? That’s how much you want to be fucked by me, and it’s the prettiest, most precious thing I’ve ever seen. Such a mess, just for me. It’s the best present I’ve ever been given, and only you could give me it.”
I stretched her with my fingers, studying the shape of her, from the hooded clit to the curve of her hole, committing it to memory, and then I leaned in and licked her. Like I approached everything important in life, I wanted to do the best job possible, and deliver the hardest orgasm Sienna had ever had, straight to my waiting tongue. I wouldn't rest until I learned her body just as thoroughly as I’d learned everything important in my life, and mastered all the ways to bring her pleasure. I was the slave who’d worship at her altar, as long as I lived.
My tongue found her clit and I lathed it slowly at first, as she squirmed beneath me, and then harder as she bumped her hips up toward my mouth, longing for more. Two fingers slid inside her slick, tight heat, and I pumped them rhythmically as she rose and rose, quicker than I could have imagined. Her fingers tugged at my hair, turning me on even more. Any evidence of her want for me was maddening, and only made my heart race harder in my chest.
“Ronan! Ronan, I’m going to come, I can feel it,” she panted, tensing to look down at me, her face red and flushed, her lips red with arousal.
“Yes you are, baby, and then you’re going to come again, and again, with me inside you.”
She let out a strangled cry as I upped the speed of my finger thrusts, pressing her just right inside, and my tongue renewed its circles, harder and more pointed, sending her flying over the edge. She came with a loud cry, her thighs tensing hard around my head, holding my face against her as she grew wetter and tighter all at once. Her hands pulled my head hard, first holding me against her, as I continued to lick her, dragging out the feeling, and then pushing me back when she got too sensitive, her nub a twitching bundle of shocked nerves.
I stood on unsteady legs, my hand smoothing her juices from my upper lip into my mouth. She watched me with hazy eyes as I smoothed her shorts back into place, and then tugged her limp body up and into my arms. I carried her bridle style from the kitchen.
“Where are we going?”
“Your room. I don’t think the table can take a full deflowering,” I muttered, and she laughed. She was so at ease, despite what we’d just done, and so was I. All the awkwardness I usually felt around a date was absent. I wasn’t waiting for her to leave, or for her to ask me to go, so I could gratefully escape. Since I’d met Sienna, I hadn’t even had a casual encounter to take the strain off my poor hand. I got why now. I’d had no need, since she gave me everything I needed, except for this last thing. Other women hadn’t crossed my mind, and I realized that it was because it would have felt like a betrayal. Sienna might have thought of herself as my work wife, but I’d clearly thought of her in a far less professional way. She’d been the woman in my life for an entire year. I couldn’t believe that I’d been so blind to what she meant to me. With my usual workaholic, laser intense focus on the professional calendar, I had seen what was plain as day before me.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Sienna murmured, her head tipped back against my shoulder, her eyes on me from beneath. I leaned in a pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Believe it.”
I loved Sienna, and somehow, for some reason, she seemed to love me back.
I’d never considered myself a lucky man, until that very moment.
“Which room is it?” I asked her urgently, as we went along the hall. She pointed, and I barely resisted kicking the door down.
“It’s not very tidy, not like your place,” Sienna remarked, biting her lip. I fought a chuckle. She was no doubt referencing my well-known neat freak tendencies.
“I couldn’t care less. I only see you,” I told her, finally reaching the bed. Her shorts came off with a quick snatch down her legs, and her t-shirt followed them to the floor. She was naked before me.
“Now your turn,” Sienna said, wetting her lips, kneeling on the bed, and looking me over appraisingly. “I never get to see you,” she complained quietly.
“I might say the same,” I reminded her, and she smirked.
“I don’t have cameras that show me your office though,” she quipped. I stilled my hands on my tie. I felt absurdly called out. I hadn’t felt so on the spot, or more like an errant schoolboy in a lifetime.
“That’s right, you don’t,” I said slowly, pulling my tie off, and unbuttoning my shirt. Sienna’s eyes followed the path of my hands down my body. “Do you have any idea how often I’ve watched you with those cameras, baby?”
Sienna shook her head, her cheeks tinting pink.
“I’ve watched you far more than I should, every day for a year. I’ve watched you bite the end of your pen and wished it was me. I’ve watched you bend over your bag and had to fight the urge to come up behind you and press you flat, flip up your skirt, and slide home.”
My words were deep, a guttural grunt of want, as I worked my pants down over my straining hard-on. As soon as my boxers fell, my cock slapped up my belly and Sienna’s eyes narrowed on me.
“Does that mean I get to watch you now?” she asked suddenly, her voice throaty.
