Page 31 of Falling For Her Boss

“This is good,” Isabella says with a long sigh. “I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time.”

“Me neither,” I say, sliding an arm around her bare shoulders and pulling her closer to me. As my arm drapes down, I fondle her breast with my right hand, pinching her nipple until it stands at attention. “There’s something about you, Isabella. Something so…soothing.”

“I’m glad you feel comfortable with me,” she replies with a blush. “This…this is even better than I expected.”

“Had this on your mind for a while, have you?” I tease, increasing my grip on her nipple, pinching it hard. She gasps in pleasure, smiling.

“Yes,” she says honestly. “Since I met you, to be honest.”

“Oh really,” I murmur. “Tell me more.”

She smiles, pulling away from me and grabbing the champagne from behind her. “At least let me have a drink first,” she teases. She’s right. We have all night. And talking to her is just as tantalizing as touching her. She hands me a glass and I raise it.

“What are we toasting to?” she asks. I have a flashback to only last week when we had dinner with her brother and she asked the same question. Now, I can be as honest as I want. I’m not holding back.

“To us,” I tell her. She looks a little shocked. Perhaps she wasn’t expecting me to be so honest. Or maybe she wasn’t expecting a future with me. I can see why she would get that impression, given my past. But I’m all in with this one. If she wants me, I’m hers.

“To us,” she squeaks, looking a little embarrassed. Our glasses clink together and I drink some of the golden nectar. It’s beautiful champagne for a beautiful night. I’m suddenly certain that this is the right decision. It feels like we’ve had the best of both worlds, a taste of her life in Central Park with our romantic walk. Now, a taste of mine. Money, sex and champagne, an idea she seems to be warming to pretty quickly.

I watch her drink her champagne as I turn off the roaring taps. She looks so beautiful, her eyes sparkling. In all the time I have known her, I’ve never seen her look this happy. I guess seeing someone in the workplace isn’t a good indicator of how happy they are, but right now, she’s glowing. I wonder if it’s because of me. My hand finds her thigh under the water and she smiles, relaxing further under the bubbles.

“How has no one swept you off your feet yet?” I ask her gently. It’s something I have always wondered. Girls like her are always quick to get boyfriends. They go to college and come back engaged to some quarterback who promises to make all of their dreams come true, or they marry their childhood sweethearts. Girls like her have it made by her age, usually or so I thought. But she’s never even been properly touched by a man…how has she come this far and not been shown how amazing she is?

She nestles closer to me and my hand slips between her legs naturally, resting on her inner thigh. I’m so close to her sex, but I won’t touch her yet. I’ll let her get more excited first. Eventually, she’ll be begging for it. She glances at me with a warm smile.

“I’ve never found anyone I felt strongly about,” she tells me. “I guess some might say that I’m picky…but I don’t want sex just for the sake of it. I never did. I’ve had offers…men have come up to me in bars…but that’s not special, is it? And they only wanted one thing from me. I don’t want something so meaningless. I’d rather have all or nothing. Does that make sense?”

“Of course,” I murmur. “So you were waiting for Mr. Right?”

Isabella blushes. “I guess so…I wouldn’t just do anything for anyone.”

I lean a little closer. My hand nudges her pussy under the water and she looks a little startled, but in the best possible way.

“Would you do anything for me?” I ask quietly. Isabella gasps as I spread her pussy lips with my fingers. She nods slowly.

“Anything,” she breathes. I smile to myself, removing my hand from her sensitive area smoothly. I know I shouldn’t be teasing her so much, but I can’t help it. I just want to keep this up for as long as possible.

“Good,” I tell her with a smug smile. Her eyes glint with a mischievous side to her I haven’t seen before. She moves in closer to me, and then seems to think better of it, deciding instead to straddle my lap. With her breasts heaving, covered in suds, she’s never looked better. Each time I think I’ve seen her at her sexiest, she goes and proves how wrong I am. Keeping eye contact with me, she slowly drains her glass of champagne and then puts it aside. Her hand ventures under the water and grabs my cock for the first time. She seems nervous – this must be the first time she’s ever touched one – but she smiles as she begins to innocently pump it up and down.

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