Page 27 of Faking It With My New Boss

Couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

I lost myself in the climax and he roared above me. His cock exploded in my pussy, emptying himself in me as my body milked him, draining him completely.

When he was spent, he collapsed into me and we struggled for breath for a moment, sweat rolling between my breasts and my ability to focus slowly returning. Then, when we both regained some measure of control, we giggled, his lips pressing small kisses to the side of my breast while I kissed his forehead, brushing the hair away from his eyes.

The headlights of his car were long gone down the street when what just happened between us really sank in. Up until that point, I was in a daze. Every kiss and touch was so incredible. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. So much so I almost felt like it couldn't have actually happened.

But something about not being in the same space as him anymore snapped me into reality. As if getting away from him got me out of the effect of the cloud he created in my mind. Once his scent was gone, it all came crashing down on me.

Not just the sex. The fake engagement. The conversation about Bryan's grandfather. Everything.

There was no way I was thinking my way through this by myself. I went into my room to change and wash off my makeup, then got my phone and curled up on the couch to call Vanessa.

“Hey,” she said, sounding somewhere between surprised and relieved. “Where have you been?”

I realized then I hadn't looked at my phone throughout the day. She must have been calling or messaging me and I didn't respond.

“Sorry,” I said. “It's… well, it's kind of a long story.”

“You know I'm always up for a long story. Wait, let me get a snack,” she said.

Before I could protest, I heard the rustling sounds of the phone being put down and Vanessa making herself something to eat.

“Ready now?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“Alright. It started when Bryan brought me to the new hotel his company is building. He wanted to show me the space where the fundraising event is being held. While we were in there, we ended up dancing…”

“Wait… dancing? Why were you dancing in a hotel that isn't even finished yet?” she asked.

“I wanted to show him the importance of having a dance floor at the gala,” I said.

“Clearly,” she said. “Alright, carry on.”

I told her about dancing with Bryan and then his grandfather coming in and catching us. I had been trying to choose my words carefully, but once I got to that point, the whole story came tumbling out. I told her everything from agreeing to the fake engagement to the day of creating our entire relationship story. I finally got to the sex and Vanessa, controlled and admirably quiet up to this point, freaked out.

The pitch of her voice went up to dog training levels and she demanded more details, but didn't stay quiet long enough for me to actually say anything else. But rather than freaking out right alongside her, I was just feeling confused.

I had never enjoyed sex. There wasn't a single time in my life I could remember really deriving pleasure from it. Sometimes I just tried to convince myself that it was what a married woman was supposed to enjoy with her husband, but… we ended up divorcing anyway.

The fact that sex with Bryan was so amazing kind of scared me. And yet, intrigued me. I wondered what it could mean.

Chapter Eighteen

Bryan

I didn't know what to expect when we got back to work. This wasn't a situation I'd ever found myself in. Not ever getting involved with a woman at work wasn't just a tendency of mine the way that not having long-term relationships was. It was a hard and fast rule.

That kind of thing brought up all sorts of drama and complications that were just too messy for me. As much as it might have seemed like a fantasy for some guys to have their lover at work so they could access her at any time of the day, it always seemed suffocating to me.

Not just because it meant she was always there and you couldn't just live your life without having her know everything that was going on. But because there was always the question of what was going to happen when it ran its course.

Ending a dalliance with any given woman had never been all that challenging for me. There was no emotion, no tight bond I was having to break through in order to move forward. Unfortunately, that wasn't always the case for women in quick flings. I was always upfront and clear with the women I dated, so I didn't come upon any trouble.

That didn't mean it wasn't a possibility, so I steered clear of work-related women.

---