Page 5 of My Jealous Boss

“Everyone but the dishwasher should be out of here soon,” he tells me, putting his free hand on the mop handle to stop my scrubbing. “Is that alright? I can ask Casey to stay if you’re not comfortable being here alone with me.”

“Being alone with you isn’t a problem,” I say, tilting my head curiously. “Why would you think that?”

“It’s not important,” he replies. “I’ll be waiting for you in the office.”

With that, he turns around and heads back to his office. As soon as he’s out of sight, I go back to mopping. I finish quickly, eager to get to Simon. Clearly, my question earlier led him to believe that I don’t want to be around him. I want to rectify that as soon as possible.

When I get to the office, Simon nods at me, but doesn’t tell me to close the door like he did last time. I do it anyway, and after it clicks into place, I sit down next to him with my checkout slip. I’m sure nervous energy is rolling off of me in waves. If I knew how to stop it, I would.

“I can’t read your mind,” he says when he takes the paper from my hand. “You’re going to have to tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Well,” I start, trying to gather my thoughts. Whatever confidence I had earlier is quickly being dwarfed by my fear of being rejected. “You know how I don’t have any experience.”

He hums, punching numbers into his computer without looking at me. I take that as my cue to keep going.

“Let’s say things go further than flirting with someone I’m interested in,” I posit, picking at the skin next to my thumbnail. “I don’t know what to do then.”

“What do you mean?” he asks after a long pause.

“I mean… what if I want to give him pleasure? I don’t know how to do it,” I say, feeling my face get impossibly hot. “What if I’m bad at it?”

“Whatever you do, I’m sure any man would be satisfied,” Simon murmurs, still not looking at me even though he’s no longer typing.

“Yeah, but…” I start, gathering up the courage to tell him what I want. “Wouldn’t it be better if I had a little bit of practice first?”

His head snaps up to meet my gaze, and his pupils are blown so wide that I can barely see the hazel of his irises. “And what kind of practice do you think you need?”

“I think I want to practice giving a blow job,” I say, unable to maintain eye contact while I speak. “I know your offer was just to practice flirting, but –”

“I can teach you,” he cuts me off, his voice hot like whiskey. “Get on your knees.”

His tone leaves no room for any more discussion, and even if it did, I don’t want to talk anymore. I want to get him in my mouth. I want to make him feel good. So I slide out of my chair and kneel before him.

“Fuck,” he breathes, looking down at me. After taking in my appearance, he says, “Unbuckle my pants, baby. Take my cock out.”

My hands shake and my breath comes out ragged as I fumble with the metal closure. The only sound in the room is the rustle of fabric and the zip of the metal teeth containing his hard cock. When I see the bulge in his black boxers, my mouth starts to water. I can’t get it out of its confines fast enough.

Simon’s length springs free, and without thinking, I wrap my hand around it. It’s so thick that I’m surprised it fits in my grasp. When I give him an experimental stroke, he curses softly and his hips shift forward.

The reaction does something funny to my body. I feel my panties getting damp, and a pleasant tingling starts low in my stomach.

“That feels good,” he says softly. “Try licking the tip.”

I lean forward, eager to please him. My tongue darts out, sliding over the smooth, velvety skin. He’s salty, unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. It’s uniquely Simon, and I find that I want even more. My desire for him is insatiable.

Without his direction, I sink down, trying to fit as much of him in my mouth as I can. Almost immediately, his cock hits the back of my throat and I have to pull off. As I’m coughing and spluttering, he chuckles gently and smooths my hair to placate me. While I catch my breath, he murmurs reassurances.

“You’ll have to work up to deepthroating me, baby,” he coos, tilting my head up to force me to look at him. “Start with a little less, and wrap your hand around what you can’t fit in your mouth.”

“Okay,” I whisper before shifting my gaze back to his member.

This time, I take him slowly, his girth stretching my jaw open. When I get as much of him as I dare past my lips, I use my right hand to cover the rest of his cock. Simon makes a pleased noise low in his chest, and I take that as my cue to bob my head shallowly. He sighs, and his fingers twitch against my scalp.

“That’s it,” he says as I sink down onto his cock again. “Hollow your cheeks a little. You can suck harder. Oh. That’s perfect, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.”

I soak up Simon’s praise. It makes me feel like I’m boiling in the best way. As steam builds in my gut and his sounds become increasingly unrestrained, I try taking in even more of his length. Then, on my next upstroke, I swirl my tongue around the head.

“Fuck,” he curses, his fingers tangling in my hair. “You’re a natural, Miranda. Your mouth feels incredible. Look at me, baby.”

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