Page 33 of Falling for My Boss

I was dimly aware, through the haze of orgasms roiling through my body, of him moving me to the lush chair and laying me on my back on the seat. He pulled my legs up so the ankles rested on his shoulders and his hands clasped on the sides of the chair. He began to slam into me, his cock diving so deep inside me I thought I might tear in two, and yet I loved it. Every moment my pussy stretched to accommodate him was on a thin line separating pain and pleasure, but soon I relaxed, and it was nothing but erotic ecstasy again.

His muscles tensed, and I ran my fingers over his chest as he fucked me harder, the veins popping out on his arms and shoulders. My body was seemingly cycling from one climax to another in rapid fashion, and I watched as his eyes widened, his body tensed so much that his face went red, and his roaring voice filled the room.

As he slammed into me one last time, the roar reached its fevered pitch and he exploded into me. My pussy pulsed as he throbbed, and I milked him until he was empty. Finally, he sank down into me, pressing his lips into mine once more as our bodies calmed and his cock slid out of me, empty and satisfied.

21

DEREK

Ihadn’t meant for this to happen. Not again, at least. Not on purpose. Yet there I was, naked, spent, with Jodi curled up in my arms. We were still breathing heavily, a little giggle escaping our lips occasionally and our legs intertwined. I kissed her neck as she faced away from me, and she cooed, wiggling her butt into my stomach and nearly making me hard again. One more time and she would, and I was pretty sure she knew it. Hell, I knew it, it was just a matter of when.

Oh well, if it was going to happen again, maybe I could get us both into the shower and I could see that hot body of hers glisten under soap and water. Then I could bring her back into this bed and we could get under the sheets and have sex there. If we were going to keep finding ways to end up fucking, we should at least try to do more than finish on a mattress.

Actively, I avoided thinking about how all this happened. I had certainly not meant for us to sleep together when she was so vulnerable. I didn’t want her to think, or anyone else to think, that I was taking advantage of her when she was going through something so obviously traumatic and difficult. Much in the same way, I didn’t mean to end up in bed with her as a thank-you for making sure her brother wouldn’t get to her. I didn’t want sex between us to be transactional.

Yet, while there was certainly a celebratory and thankful tenor to her attitude when everything began happening, it didn’t feel like it was obligatory either. She was just as into things happening as I was. It was as if my protection of her hadn’t been the catalyst, per se, but had been capable of unlocking a door that was already screaming to be opened. If we had found each other without the extenuating circumstances, I felt like the chemistry would have still been there.

“What do you say,” I said tentatively, nearly whispering in her ear, “we hop in the shower and go for round two?”

“Already?” she asked. “I’m not complaining, I just…”

I laughed.

“Is that a no?” I asked coyly.

“I like the water hot,” she said. “Can you take the heat?”

“If it means I get to see you soaped up, I can take a little burn.”

Grinning wide, she rolled out of the bed and bounded to the bathroom. I watched her run, fascinated and aroused by the way her tits bounced and her ass jiggled just ever so slightly as she made her way to the shower. I heard the water turn on and sat up. I didn’t need to wait to see her to begin round two. I was already ready.

A long shower turned into another session, and it continued into the bed before we both passed out into a deep sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept that deeply, that fully. It had been years, for sure. It was certainly the most satisfying sleep I’d had as an adult, ever. There was no question about that.

As the sun rose, I slowly became aware of my surroundings and opened my eyes. The comfort level was off the charts, something I hadn’t really experienced in a long time either. Usually, I woke up with a crick in my back or my neck, usually from bouncing around too much in my sleep and finally zonking out in some crazy position.

This time though, I woke up with Jodi on one arm, her arms around it as she curled up into me. I lay on my back, a pillow propping up one hip so I was almost on my side, but not quite. The way her arm fit in the small nook in my shoulder, the way her back seemed to mold into my chest and her legs wrapped around one of mine, it was as if we were carved out of clay, designed specifically for this purpose. There was simply no more comfortable place I could ever be than right there, in that bed, with her.

I contemplated just not getting up. I could lie there for hours, sinking into the feeling before she inevitably woke and we dealt with whatever the fallout would be. But I couldn’t let myself think about that right that moment. Not when it would ruin what I was feeling. Slowly, I drifted back to a dozing, happy sleep. When Jodi stirred beside me, I hadn’t moved, but the sun was much brighter coming through the shades, and I knew a significant amount of time had passed.

“What time is it?” Jodi asked, turning so she faced me and laying her head on my chest. Inexplicably, it felt even more perfect than the place she had been sleeping before. It was like no matter where she moved or whatever position we were in, it was better than the one before.

I reached over and grabbed my phone, swiping up to get the screen to come to life and show the time.

“Ten,” I said, surprising even myself. We had fallen asleep sometime after two, and usually eight hours of sleep eluded me, and even when I did get it, it was a disappointment. I never felt as rested as I was told I would be.

Yet on this morning, with Jodi still curled in my arms, I felt like I could bound out of bed and bare-knuckle fight a dragon. I was coursing with energy, even while I felt like I could also lie there forever with her in my arms.

“Don’t we have lunch service in an hour?” she asked.

“Not today. Today’s Ally’s day for running service. I go in at one and help clean up and prep for dinner. You aren’t technically on the schedule, right?”

“Something like that,” she said. “I am and I’m not. I have days I’m supposed to be there and days where I can come in and see if there’s someone who wants to cut or who no-shows or something. Today’s one of those.”

“Oh, good. That means we can take our time and have breakfast.”

She smiled. “That sounds nice. Maybe we can lay here a few more minutes though.”

I was about to agree when the furry, forceful face of Gandalf came into my vision and with pinpoint accuracy stuck his wet nose in Jodi’s face.

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