Page 12 of My Jealous Boss

My orgasm comes on quickly, sneaking up on me and overtaking each of my senses. The breaths I take come out labored and shallow as fireworks explode behind my eyes. He works me through my climax, pumping into my pussy steadily. I cum longer than I thought possible, and even after my orgasm subsides, he keeps going.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls in my ear, sounding close himself. “I wish I could hear every one of your sounds. I can’t wait to get you somewhere more private. I’m going to do so many things to you. Just you wait.”

It feels like I can’t wait. I just came, and I already want even more. I wonder what he has in store for me, and I wonder how quickly I’ll be able to find out. Would he think I’m insane if I ask to continue this later tonight?

“God, I’m about to cum, sweetheart,” he says, his voice strung out. “Oh God, I’m –”

As his voice cuts off, I feel him filling me up. It’s hot, and there’s so much of it that it starts to drip out of me. Even though I think there can’t be anymore, it keeps coming. And, when he finally empties all of his spend, he pulls out and drops his hand from my mouth.

“You did so well,” he praises as he bends down to pull my bottoms up again. “How do you feel?”

“I feel incredible,” I tell him, turning around to face him properly.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he says, leaning forward to kiss me. “I was serious when I said I wanted you to be mine.”

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” I reply giddily.

“I am,” Simon confirms, smirking down at me. “What do you say?”

“Yes,” I say, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him again. “Nothing would make me happier.”

Epilogue

5 Years Later

Simon

Being married to Miranda is incredible. Every single day is a new adventure, and since she had our first child, a baby girl we named Maxine, we’re both experiencing new and exciting emotions. Each milestone Maxine has hit over the last six months has been a gift, and I’m so happy that I’m sharing this with Miranda.

Tonight is her first night back behind the bar and, in turn, her first night seeing the regulars she’s acquired since taking on the role. Since she stepped up to help me run Lucky’s, she’s taken it to the next level. On top of revamping our cocktail menu to entice a younger clientele, she introduced a trivia night on Thursdays. It’s been running in her absence, but it’s obvious that our patrons missed her.

Miranda lights up the bar, asking questions and telling jokes. She holds everyone’s attention so well. I haven’t seen them this engaged since she went on maternity leave. Somehow, I find myself falling deeper in love with her. But that’s not surprising. Every single day, I fall more in love with this firecracker of a woman.

We’re getting close to the end, and I just can’t wait to get her alone so I can show her how well she did. After she reads off the last question and tallies up the scores, I jump up from my seat, too eager to pull her out of here to stay still. When she hands the winning team their gift card, I walk up to her side.

“Well, folks, that’s it for today,” she says into the microphone I helped her hook up earlier this evening. “It was great being back, and I’ll see you all next week for Lucky’s trivia night. If you want to come see me behind the bar, my first shift back is this weekend. Have a good night, everyone!”

As the guests are calling their thanks and goodbyes, I put an arm around Miranda’s shoulders and lead her out through the back door. She giggles and knocks her hip against mine, knowing what’s coming. This has become our routine, and I think she might be more eager for us to get back into it than I am.

“You couldn’t wait until we got home?” she asks as I unlock my car. “Jenny has Max for another few hours.”

“I couldn’t,” I say honestly. “You were incredible up there. I love the way you light up that room.”

“And I love you,” she says, letting me help her into the backseat.

“I love you too,” I say, joining her and pulling her into my lap. “God, I missed this.”

“Me too,” she replies, leaning down to kiss me.

Her mouth is insistent against mine, and her clear desire sends a rush of blood to my cock. I lick into her mouth, loving the satisfied noise she makes in response. Since getting together, we rarely fuck in the office anymore. As fun as the risk of getting caught is, I prefer having her somewhere that she can be as loud as she wants.

Miranda snakes her hand down my chest, stopping over the bulge in my pants. I’m already half-hard from this, but could anyone blame me? My wife is the hottest woman that’s ever walked this earth, and I knew that we’d end up like this. I’ve been fantasizing about getting her alone since she started her event.

She works me up to full hardness easily. Her mouth never leaves mine, and when I nip at her bottom lip, she gasps deliciously. She’s learned how to get me off in record time, and I’ve learned the same. It’s like our bodies were made for each other. Actually, I’m positive they were.

“I want you to ride me,” I tell her as I push up her dress to play with the hem of her panties.

“Okay,” she replies, kissing me again as I help her maneuver out of her underwear.

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