Page 13 of Say Merry Christmas, Boss

When we separated her breaths were shallow and mine were stuck in my throat somewhere.

“I’ll get a new one.” I told her, I didn’t give a shit about the couch. It was just a thing,her,on the other hand, she was irreplaceable.

She rolled her eyes and sat up, stretching her arms over her head and giving me the best fucking view a man could ask for. The way her breasts curved roundly into a handle of skin that I wanted to explore every inch of… I was sure I had drooled all over myself watching her stand on shaky legs and walk into the bathroom.

Her juicy ass bounced and swayed, and those damn stockings had me almost begging her to let me fuck her like a raging asshole.

But I wouldn’t.

Because the moment I get to slide my cock between her legs I was going to savor every fucking minute.

I was so gone. Way further than I thought I would be. I didn’t want to be addicted, but fuck he was a beautiful man with a filthy mouth, and if he could make me feel that good with just his mouth and fingers, God only knew what he could do with his cock.

I cleaned myself up in his bathroom, fluffing my hair and putting my thong back on. It should have felt weird, prancing around in just stockings and barely any underwear, but the way his eyes heated every time he saw me was like licks of flames on my body.

Like a drug, filling me with the most exquisite feeling alive.

His footsteps lingered near the doorway, as if he too didn’t want to be separated for too long.

I laughed and opened the door, “missing me already?”

His hands immediately went to my hips and he pulled me flush against him.

“I can’t explain it.” He buried his face in my neck, causing me to shiver, and when he took a deep breath and sighed…well, I’m glad he was holding me up, because my knees forgot how to work.

I nodded, because I understood what he meant. I couldn’t rationalize my reaction to him, the deep set knowing. It just felt right to be here, enjoying each other's bodies.

“Can I get you some water?” He asked, eyes tracing my face.

“Got anything with some bubbles?”

He laughed, “I do, actually.”

Grabbing my hand, he led me out of the bathroom. Into the small, but tidy, kitchen. It had a few cabinets resting above the counter, and a row below. I hopped up onto the granite and swayed my legs.

He eyed me, and I smirked, “I’m a furniture sitter.”

His laugh was husky and deep, just what I imagined it would be from our many emails back and forth. There was a time that I thought he had no sense of humor at all, that he was just a stick in the mud with no personality to spare.

Then one day I found it. He had a very dry sense of humor, almost undetectable in written correspondence, but it was there and I knew then that we would be alright.

What I didn’t see coming was this. Being half naked in my boss's apartment, with two orgasmshegave me under my belt, with him cracking me open a bottle of Cheerwine.

“My mother always told me not to take drinks from strangers.” I said, giving him a wink and taking a long sip of the cool soda. It was exactly what I needed.

“I’d hardly call us strangers.”

His cheeky little smile made me lean back and laugh. “New achievement unlocked. Strangers with benefits.”

“You’re so weird.” He said, spreading my thighs on the cold surface and standing between them. “But, I really like it.”

I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and connecting our foreheads. It was nice, just existing with him. He ran his hands up my back, kneading and massaging in slow circles.

The feeling gave me all the sugar plum fairies fluttering around in my stomach.

After a moment, he leaned back, “done with your bubbles?”

“I only had one sip!” I protested, the cherry fizzy liquid was so good, I took another gulp.

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