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His lips were surprisingly soft to the touch, yet the kiss was hard. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth and she yielded without a fight. She moaned softly into his mouth as she tasted the warm Scotch he had just finished. His arm slid around her shoulders just as the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto his lap.

She straddled him, feeling the surge of desire that filled his cock. Her body cried out to feel more of him, and she wriggled her hips in frustration. Mac held her tightly against himself, pressing up with his hips as he held her down against his swollen cock.

There was a sudden clatter from inside the hotel, and they breathlessly sprang apart. She peered over Mac’s shoulder and could see Matthew standing just inside the glass door. Matthew spun on his heels and stormed back into the dark recesses of the hotel.

Chapter 6

Megan sighed heavily, and ran a damp hand over her blonde hair. She moved slowly through the water and climbed the steps while Mac’s eyes followed every move of her curves.

“Where you headed?”

“I-I-I have to go. This was a mistake.” She could not even look at him as she spoke the words.

She slid her sundress over her wet swimsuit and put her sandals on as she walked towards the door. She had disappeared into the darkened room before Mac could even move out of the hot tub. His cock was raging hard under the water, and he was not exactly thrilled about walking through the hotel lobby in that condition.

He smacked his palm against the edge of the hot tub loudly and let loose a string of cuss words to no one in particular.

Fuck! My first fucking day on the job and I get handsy with the boss. I’m one fucking idiot. I’ll be fired before breakfast.

But even as his mind was berating him, his body was still remembering the feel of her needy body against his. She had not rebuffed his actions at all; in fact, she seemed to want more. He knew enough about women to know when one wanted more. She had pressed her tits against his chest and ground her pussy against his cock. If those were not clear signs of ‘want’, then he may as well give up women altogether.

Just as his cock was starting to deflate, his memory tricked him into thinking about the fullness of her breasts against him and the curve of her hips under his hands.

“Fuck!” he swore out loud as his cock resurged.

He glanced around and finally saw a stack of towels in the distance. The night was dark enough that he was able to make it to the towels and wrap one around himself for camouflage. The breeze quickly cooled his skin and forced the shrinkage he had been waiting on. By the time he got back to his own room, he was ready for a hot shower. He debated going to Megan’s room, away from prying eyes, but decided against it.

Instead, he took a long hot shower with plenty of soap suds to slick his cock. As he pictured her full soft lips wrapped around his shaft, he grunted and shot his load against the opposite shower wall.

He dried off and finally collapsed into bed, exhausted from the day and from the lust he felt for his blonde boss.

*

Megan was alone in her room after her own shower. The sheets were cool and crisp against her skin, and she stretched her body out against them. As she lay there, she berated herself for giving in so easily to Mac’s desires for her.

I’m lying to myself. I wanted him too. I still want him. I can’t be sleeping around with all of my subordinates. That’s insane. But holy hell, he felt good.

Megan remembered the thickness of his hard cock underneath her, and knew that if she kept him around she would give in. Matthew had a certain professionalism and was always considerate in the sack, but Mac was pure, raw power. And part of her desperately wanted that; wanted someone else to have the power just for a moment.

With two fingers buried deep inside her own pussy, she imagined Mac plunging into her while he held her down on the bed. She gasped and sighed as the climax overtook her good judgment, and she may have even called out his name. She passed out soon afterwards, with thoughts of her new head of security dancing through her head.

*

The next morning, breakfast was slightly awkward between the three of them. Luckily, everyone had split off into four-top tables and Megan did not end up with either Matthew or Mac. While she ate her spinach omelet she chatted politely with the other three at her table.

After breakfast, the plan was to have a team-building exercise out on the obstacle course. One of her staff was a huge fan of rope ladders and such, and had offered to plan it. So she handed it right over.

Everyone changed into workout gear and headed down to the course. There were rope ladders, a zip line, and some sort of gadget that resembled a medieval torture device. The hotel employee who operated the course ran through all of the safety advice and lectures, and then let them have at it.

The teams were divided up, and Megan was both horrified and excited to be on Mac’s team. Matthew looked like the kid from grade school who always got picked last for baseball, but it had been out of her control.

Matthew’s team headed to the opposite end of the course. Apparently the two teams would start on opposite ends, meet in the middle, and then finish.

Everything went pretty well with Mac and his team until it came to the middle feature when they met Matthew’s team. The middle obstacle consisted of a rope swing that hung over a huge mud pit. The point was to swing from one ledge to the other and obviously not get muddy.

Mac went first and easily cleared it. Two others from their team managed to make it across with little struggle. Megan was up, and prepared herself with a deep breath. As soon as she swung out from the first ledge, she knew she was not going to make it. Mac reached out for her to pull her the rest of the way. As the swing moved backwards, Megan lost her grip on the rope, Mac lost his balance on the ledge and they both tumbled into the soggy mud pit. By the time they both surfaced, they were covered from head to toe in slimy, cold, wet mud and were surrounded by laughing colleagues. No one had ever seen Megan remotely disheveled, even, before! She sat up, stunned, for a moment. And then the irony of the whole situation overtook her. Wiping mud from her eyes, sputtering, she gave in to full-fledged laughter. Beside her, Mac was laughing uproariously. When he had gained control enough to stand up, he held out a hand and pulled Megan up Matthew just glared at them from the sidelines.

The two teams finished the course with no other incidents, but as everyone headed back to the locker room to clean up, Matthew happened to bump into Mac as the teams met. Without even thinking, Mac reacted and shoved Matthew backwards into the mud. Matthew reached out to grasp someone for balance and managed to snag the head of accounting. As they tumbled, their flailing limbs took out several others. Within minutes, the entire group. including Megan and Mac, were back in the mud pit.

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