Page 10 of Say Merry Christmas, Boss

“I figured.” She shrugged, and I didn’t know if I should feel offended or not. “I mean, this is clearly a bachelor pad.”

I looked around, everything was in its place, and I had a few pictures hanging up. What did she mean by that comment?

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” she stalked back over to where I was still sitting with my cock out, which I promptly tucked away, even though it was still semi-hard.

“I feel like I should know more about you. How long have we been working together, yet I know next to nothing?” I blurted. Wow, that was a great pick up line. Great job,Boss.

“I’m twenty-nine and my star sign is leo, which may tell you a bit more about me than you’re ready to know. I’ve been in California for about two years now, I live with my grandmother Becks, you may know her,” she winked and continued, “I’m clean as of last week and I have an IUD. So no kiddos for me any time soon.”

Wow. Okay, she was…weird. But in a way that made me hunger for more.

“I’m thirty-five, and I have no idea what a star sign is and I don’t care to learn. I’m also clean, I get tested every month, and I’ve lived here for quite a while. I actually used to live with my brother but he’s married now, and-” I trailed off not sure if I should say this next part out loud but figured since we were being open and honest, I’d give her my most raw truth, “I’m not sure if I ever want kids.”

She plopped down on the couch, placing her legs on top of mine immediately. The gesture surprised me, the casual intimacy of it but in a this-feels-normal, type of way.

“Well, is there anything else you need to know, Boss?”

I couldn’t think of anything else, “I guess not.”

She laughed, and leaned back over the arm of the couch. Stretching out her stomach and exposing just the barest hint of under boob. I groaned, readjusting myself.

I had plans for us that spanned the entire night, and my over eager dick wasn’t going to ruin those.

He asked a lot of questions.

I wasn’t surprised, I mean I did just pant my horny mess all over him while I gave him the best blow job I had ever given.

He was bound to wonder why I felt so comfortable. This was way out of character for me though, so I wasn’t sure how I would answer that question when he eventually asked. All I knew for certain was, I wanted to fuck my boss. And I wanted to do it soon.

He moved his hands up and down my Christmas sweater style stockings, massaging my legs, almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it. His eyes were unfocused, brows scrunched up tight, making me wonder what he was thinking. Was this the moment he would realize this was a bad idea and try to send me on my way?

“Do you have something on your mind, Boss?” I asked, growing tired of waiting on him to find the man who fucked my mouth not twenty minutes ago, and come back from wherever his current thoughts were spiraling.

His head swiveled and his eyes locked on mine, I could imagine the way he would wreck my body in the best way. I just needed him to allow himself to do it. The turmoil of his wants and needs were written all over his face, like he was battling with the angel and devil on his shoulders. One telling him this would feel so good, becausewewere so good together. The other saying he’d already gone too far, that I was his employee, that this waswrong. I wouldn’t try and push him either way.

This was his choice and he had to decide if I was worth it.

“If we do this,” he started, and I snorted, we already did ‘this’, but I pinched my lips and let him continue, “we can’t tell anyone.”

“Because…” I was failing to see why anyone would care if he fucked me, assistant or not.

“Because you work for me. It would be viewed as a gross misuse of power.”

I practically purred, “I’d love for you to show me a gross misuse of power.”

He eyed me sharply, as if I wasn’t taking this seriously. Honestly, I knew him better than he thought I did, and I had a feeling he knew me more than he wanted to admit to himself. But like before, I didn’t want to point out all the phone calls and emails we’d had.

“I don’t want anyone giving you a hard time.” He finally stated.

Again, I snorted, but come on. He was practically spoon feeding me material.

“I definitely don’t mind a hard time,” I couldn’t help myself. I looked up at him and smiled a cheesy smile.

“Ash,” he groaned, clearly fed up with my shit. “I don’t know how…”

“You don’t commit, you aren’t the type,” I cut him off, “I know, and I’m okay with it.”

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