Page 10 of Dad's Best Friend Boss
My knees wobble again. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“You want to know what I was doing?” His blue eyes pierce me intensely.
Hell yes.“N-no, sir.”
He grunts while narrowing his stormy eyes on me for a second. And then, without warning, he grasps my waist and practically hauls me off my feet.
“What’re you doing?” I squeal. “Let go of me.”
He ignores me, and we’re back in his office the next minute. He shuts and bolts the door before freeing me from his hand.
His breathing is heavy and his eyes are more intense than earlier. He looks angry but doesn’t speak for a second. My heart is racing in my chest, and I’m so thrilled I can’t even protest, although I’m mad. What does he think I am? Some slut he can kiss anytime he wishes and then ignores?
As I try to force some blood into my brain so I can think of a proper thing to say, Henry’s hand reaches my chin and tilts it up so I can't avoid his eyes. “I’ll tell you what I was doing. Are you ready to hear it?”
I shiver at the gesture and the gruff voice. OMG. I’m so thrilled I can barely breathe. I want to say yes, but I can’t. This is inappropriate,” I say instead, surprising myself. What’s wrong with me? “You’re my boss and my dad’s best friend.”
He growls, tightening his grasp on my chin. “That’s exactly what drives me crazy. You’re forbidden to me. I can’t have you, Mila, not when I’ve seen you grow up and not after I’ve promised your dad I will provide you a chance to start a career.”
The conflicting look on his face makes me regret my taunting. Couldn’t I have guessed his dilemma from his erratic behavior? He was doing his best not to cross the line, and apparently, he struggled.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it difficult for you to do the right thing,” I hear myself mumble, but deep down, I’m still thrilled. My dad’s best friend is more or less confessing his feelings to me.
“No, of course you didn’t mean it. But you did it, little vixen,” he leans closer and his breath tickles my skin. “From the moment I saw you at the interview. You were so beautiful, and still so petulant, looking as if you were mad at me or something.”
Damn. Was I so transparent? “Sorry. I wasn’t mad.”Maybe just a little.
“I haven’t gone one second without you in my mind since then,” he says. “Those big brown eyes, and those pouty lips.”
He brushes my lips with his finger and makes me shiver again. I whimper and nearly tell him that I, too, haven’t stopped thinking about him.
We’re so close his hard-on is pressed into my belly, and my body is on fire, knowing it’s because of me.
Without any blood left in my head, I do something I’ve never done—grinding on his hard boner. Henry grunts and gets hold of my waist before pushing me tighter against him. I feel his center grow even larger and thicker each time I nudge it, and my body also becomes hotter.
“Naughty, naughty girl,” Henry mumbles as he slips his hand under my skirt and palms my butt cheek. The calluses on his palm send delicious shivers down my body.
Suddenly it isn’t enough just to grind on him. My body craves him. I need him inside me—in more than one place.
I stop moving and get down on my knees. Ignoring his astonished look, I clumsily undo his belt and zipper, and reach for his briefs.
Henry’s ragged breathing makes me even more excited. I don’t hesitate to unwrap his hidden manhood. When it springs free, I gasp. He’s huge, and he's beautiful. Although it’s the first time I ever see a live male organ, I have seen pictures of it, and I know what to expect. The average length or girth is around five inches, but Henry, my dad’s best friend and my boss’s cock is an anomaly. It has to be at least twice the average size!
I coo as I gawk at it, speechless and in awe.
Henry curses. “Don’t just stare. Sweetheart. Touch it, or suck it.”
What? I haven’t planned for this. I only wanted to see it. I swallow. “Okay.” And then I gingerly reach out to feel its velvety mushroom head. A drop of clear juice forms on top as soon as I touch him, and I don’t hesitate to feel it and rub it all over the tip.
Henry groans as he grabs his shaft. “Fuck. Little tease. I need you to grip it tight and stroke it hard like this.”
He demonstrates a few strokes and lets me take over. My hand is too small, so I hold him with both hands. I move my grip up and down his skin, watching his expression turn feral. “You’re doing fine, baby. Yes, keep at it,” he rasps while gripping my arms and thrusting into my hands.
His praise spurs me on and I move faster. His stormy eyes, low grunts, and musky smell arouse me so much I grow hornier and hornier as I stroke him.
“I need to be in that pretty mouth, baby,” Henry demands suddenly, eyeing my lips with hunger.
I hesitate for just a second before wrapping my lips around him. I’ve never wished for a bigger mouth until now. My jaw opens to its limit, but I barely accommodate the monstrous organ. I move my head with difficulty at first, but soon get the hang of it and become more skillful.
