Page 286 of Savage Bosses

“You’re right about that, Shay. You know I don’t like to lose. I’m just going to stick it out because the pay is twice as much as I was receiving at Mid Tech.”

“That’s one great thing about the takeover. All of us got a raise. Sometimes change is good.”

“Right? Also, I want to thank you for coming with me tonight."

We pull up to the venue and get out.

"You're welcome. Besides, I love parties," she replies and hands her keys to the valet. We head toward the host dressed in a black, long tail suit.

"Good evening, ladies," he opens the doors and gestures us inside.

"Good evening," Shayla and I reply in unison.

We step into a large entryway with two waiters on either side standing tall and holding trays of champagne. I don't hesitate to grab two flutes and pass one to Shayla.

"Thanks, girl." She grins and takes a sip. "I'll have to watch my alcohol intake tonight since I'm driving, but you get your drink on. Hopefully, it will help you to loosen up a bit."

"In that case, I will take another one," I say, chugging down the champagne. I reach for another flute and set my empty champagne glass on a nearby empty tray.

Shayla laughs. "That's my girl."

We see people milling about and chattering as we walk into the building.

"Looks like the boss man really went all out, huh?" Shayla mutters in a low voice.

"Yeah, he did," I admit glancing around the room."

The scent from colorful flowers, stuffed in vases around the perimeter of the room, filter the air with their sweetness. I admire the impressive chandeliers hanging from the ceilings.

Any other time I would enjoy coming to a fancy party like this. Except this isn't just any party, it's a shindig given by my prick of a boss. So, I inhale, exhale, square my shoulders, and march further into the room as if headed for war.

CHAPTER 13

Sterling

I

have to get ready for the party, so I step into the shower under the warmth of the triple showerhead. Erotic images of Ayana fill my brain. I reach for the body wash and squeeze it into the palm of my hand. I slowly lather my body from head to feet before grabbing my growing erection. I close my eyes and let the sexy memories of us together stroke the fire burning inside for her.

Fuck. I can almost feel Ayana sliding her slick tight pussy down on my shaft. Her eyes are veiled with lusty desire as she grinds down, and I stroke upward. I let out a guttural groan. The imagery is surreal as I imagine Ayana swiveling her hips and impaling herself on me harder and faster.

“Sterling, I want you in my mouth,” I hear her say in a sultry voice.

Fuck. I allow her to slide down my body and take me into her hot mouth. She licks the length of my erection with her tongue, and I almost lose it when she swirls her tongue around my sensitive head. She is simultaneously moving her hand and mouth up and down my dick. My hips buck up to push further down her throat.

Shit. I run my hands through Ayana’s hair and tug at it. “You’re so beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”

Ayana twists her wrist back and forth as she continues to bob up and down my shaft. The gentle pressure adds to the pleasure, and Ayanna takes me deeper and begins deep-throating me. Tears run down her pretty face. I feel her bountiful breasts bouncing against my thighs as she looks up at me, and I find myself falling and falling.

Every muscle in me tightens and I grunt, stroking faster and faster. I can see white cum spilling from her sweet mouth and dripping down between her breasts. But in reality, hot cum fills my hands and goes down the shower drain as I imagine being with her.

Later that night at the party I reach over the shiny black marble and thank the bartender. The whiskey's brown liquid swishes in the short glass as I bring it to my mouth, reveling in the pungent smell of the single malt and the burning sensation down my throat. Maybe it'll help settle my nerves sizzling with impatience. I press my lips and grunt before scanning the ballroom filled with finely dressed employees under rows of large crystal chandeliers. Where the hell is Ayana? My heart swells with something akin to ownership at the thought of her. I’m getting more brutal with my demands on her workload daily. I lie awake at night thinking of different ways to get under her skin so I can get between her succulent thighs again. The woman occupies my thoughts to the point of sleep deprivation. When I close my eyes at night, I imagine her on top of me, my dick submerged in her wetness. I envision Ayana riding me until she cums all over my erection. I think about having her in so many positions during the workday too.

Damn, Ayana isn't just beautiful to look at. She's classy even when she has every right to tell me to go to hell. I would do just that, but my only request is I get to have my ten inches of steel buried in her heat to the hilt. Ayana's endless curves drive me insane with lust. In my mind, I map the brown column of her neck down to her delicate neckline. Don't get me started on her boobs. They are full and lush and more than enough to fill my hands.

It doesn't go unnoticed how her nipples push against the fabric of her clothing whenever she's around me. I crave to caress every inch of her soft womanly curves.

When I'm not thinking about Ayana's luscious pussy, or the slight dip of her waist and the rounded curve of her fine ass, I'm thinking about her full lips wrapped around my dick or the way her warm brown eyes turn fiery whenever I do something to piss her off.

---