Page 7 of My Jealous Boss

“Simon,” she gasps urgently, taking her hand away from her mouth. Her voice is thin and broken, and I can barely hear it through the earmuffs that are her thighs. “Simon, I think–”

Her sentence is cut off by another gasp when I hook my fingers inside her. I wonder if I’ve hit her G-spot. From the way she sounds, I think that might be the case. I aim for it again, and she whines. The hand that isn’t keeping her anchored to the desk tangles in my hair, and she grinds forward, practically riding my face.

“I think I’m close,” she whimpers, her fingers twitching. “Oh my God, Simon, I think I’m close. I think I’m gonna cum. I think I’m gonna –”

Miranda’s entire body seizes up, and her legs get even tighter around my head. I keep going, fingering her and sucking at her clit to draw out her orgasm as long as possible. Her pussy pulses around my digits as her climax wracks through her. She pulls at my hair so hard it hurts, but I can’t bring myself to care. It’s confirmation that I’m rocking her world like no one else has before.

Eventually, I pull away, not wanting to overstimulate her. While I think taking her far past the point of orgasm would be fun, I don’t want to overwhelm her. This is her first sexual experience after all. We’ll work up to that.

“How was it?” I ask, stroking her outer thighs as I rise to my feet.

“That was incredible,” she says, out of breath, her forehead a little sweaty.

“Good,” I reply, giving her a filthy kiss. When I pull away, I button my pants and fasten my belt. I grab her clothes from the floor and hand them over to her. “You should probably get dressed.”

“Right,” Miranda says as she climbs off the desk, landing on shaky feet. I grab her elbow to help steady her. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” I tell her, letting go to pick up her apron. I pass it off to her after she’s redressed.

“What was that for?” she asks, not looking at me as she ties the garment around her waist again. “I’m not complaining, but I don’t think I needed to practice having an orgasm.”

“That wasn’t something you need to practice,” I admit as I reach out to tuck a lock of her black hair that came loose from her ponytail behind her ear. “But I think you should know what to expect from anyone you’re intimate with. If you give someone an orgasm that good, they should return the favor.”

“Oh,” she murmurs, meeting my eyes. She’s blushing violently, and I’m struck with the desire to kiss her once more. I refrain, though. I think the moment has passed. “So, I’m good at it?”

“Good at it?” I laugh, a youthful lightness flooding my body. “Miranda, it’s like you’re an expert.”

“I think you’re just saying that,” she says, a huge grin on her face. “I’m sure I’ll need more practice if I want to call myself an expert.”

“Well,” I reply, realizing she’s flirting with me again, “I’m always open to helping you practice. Just tell me when.”

“I will,” she says with a curt nod. Then she bounces on her toes – something I’ve noticed she does when she’s nervous – before saying, “I should probably head home. I told my roommate I’d hit a drive through for her.”

“I’ll walk you to your car, then,” I say, opening the door to let her walk out.

We make our way to the parking lot without exchanging any words. The silence is comfortable, though. Miranda is radiating a certain kind of excitement that comes with having your first sexual encounter, and I’m satiated, tired from the orgasm she gave me just moments ago.

“You did good tonight,” I tell her, hoping she understands that I’m talking about more than just her work performance.

The blush on her cheeks, barely visible in the low light when she says, “Thanks,” lets me know she understands the underlying meaning of my words.

Then, before she climbs into her car, I press a soft kiss to her lips and say, “Get home safe.”

She gives me a nod and a shy smile as she gets in her vehicle. I take a step back as she starts the engine, but I don’t walk away. When she drives off, I stand in the parking lot, watching her car disappear from view.

Even after she’s gone, I stand alone in the inky nighttime, reflecting on what just happened. I’m fairly certain I’ve taken things too far. I shouldn’t have taken her up on her offer and rejected the blowjob. Regardless of if she returns my feelings for her – which I’m sensing she might – relationships with employees get messy. If anything happens between us, it could turn into a nightmare.

With a sigh, I finally turn around and head back inside the restaurant to finish the end-of-day paperwork and wait for the dishwasher to clean the last dish. Despite all of my experience telling me it’s a bad idea, I know I’m not going to end things with Miranda. I’m falling for her hard, and I won’t willingly let her go. Whatever it takes, I’m going to make sure she stays mine.

Chapter 5

Miranda

When I got home with Jenny’s chicken nuggets and Diet Coke, she could tell something was up with me. It took very little prodigy to get me to tell her everything. She laughed at the idea of asking to blow Simon for practice, but she didn’t make fun of me for it. Until that night, the two of us had equal amounts of experience with guys. She said she probably would have done the same thing.

I admitted to her that I wasn’t sure what to make of the interaction. Simon’s so much older than me that I can’t imagine he’d want to seriously be with someone with so little experience. And I told Jenny as much.

“I mean, he ate you out, didn’t he?” she asked, tucking a strand of curly blonde hair behind her ear and revealing her eyes of two different colors – blue and green.

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