Page 56 of Boss On Notice
I’m on the mailing list. That date was definitely epic.
We’ve spent a weekend sailing on his yacht, catching rays, eating my favorite biscuits, swimming, dancing, and getting close to sex but stopping ourselves before he “inserts penis here.” But he would search my eyes. Orion wanted me to make the move. And when I didn’t, he simply put more physical distance between us.
Also, for the past two weeks, we’ve eaten dinner together every night at all the top restaurants in the city, including Treasure’s.
“How did the two of you come to be?” I had asked.
In Treasure’s restaurant, while eating some of the best food I ever tasted, he explained how they met.
“She came to me and threatened me to leave her brother alone.”
I gasped in shock. “Lynx?”
“Yeah. We went to the same high school.”
“You bullied Lynx?” That was news to me since the two of them seemed to get along well enough.
“Not me. I’m a lover, not a bully.” He winked at me and I laughed. “Others bullied him on my behalf.”
He didn’t go into much detail, which I appreciated. I could see that heading back down memory lane and entertaining thoughts of his brother’s wife made him uncomfortable.
“We were young, and didn’t know much about having something real beyond fucking. Like this, with us,” he had said. “This feels real.”
That was two days ago, and the highlight of my life. I want to make love to him now. I was going to seduce him after dinner. But he’s still waiting to hear my answer. Has he taken every date up a notch?
“Yes, and then some,” I say, grinning from ear to ear.
“Come here,” he whispers with a lift of his chin as if commanding me.
It works because I’m on my feet and now our bodies are flattened against each other. I will never stop being turned on by his hardness. It’s as if he’s made of granite.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he says and then kisses me deeply.
* * *
Heads against the back seat,and facing each other, Orion and I made out all the way to the airport. It occurs to me when we board his private jet after walking up the ramp with woozy legs why we’ve been able to narrowly avoid sex for two weeks. Our kissing is almost just as gratifying as the act itself—almost. There’s nothing like a real orgasm, and Orion has rubbed me to orgasm several times to remind me what I’m missing.
We have one male flight attendant named Jason. Orion and I haven’t taken our seats yet. We’re positioned in the middle of a circular platform built in the center of the cabin. My body is still feverish from making out with him. I’m wearing a stiff sheet dress with a boatneck collar that made it difficult for his hands to directly stimulate my most sensitive parts while kissing. But my panties are drenched, my nipples are at attention from his pinching, and my cells are reaching out to him.
“The bedroom,” he says, eyebrows up.
“Yes. The bedroom.”
* * *
We bang against one wall,tonguing deep. Orion has my dress by the hem and for a moment my mouth releases his as inflexible black material shoots up over my head, leaving me in my heels, bra, and panties.
“Oh,” Orion murmurs softly as he takes a step back and pinches his chin, admiring my body. He’s getting several eyefuls of me. “You have the sexiest body, baby.”
He doesn’t retreat back into me as I twist my torso in pure unadulterated lust. I needed his hands on me a second ago. Instead, Orion steps out of his expensive trousers. My breaths grow deeper and faster at the sight of his cock pushing against his flawless black underwear. He unbuttons and takes off his shirt. The hills and crooks of his chest and abs make me want to lose it.
“Wow,” I sigh.
“Wow indeed,” Orion replies as he steps close again and pinches the waistband of my panties. Our exhales crash as I gaze dizzily into his eyes.
“Prepare for takeoff,” the captain’s voice projects through the intercom.
I’m the first to break the control of our lustful haze with a laugh.
