Page 30 of My Forbidden Boss

After the meal, I tossed my napkin onto the table and met her gaze as I rose and walked over to her. I extended my hand. »Didn’t you mention something about a pool?« I asked, her smile turning wicked, her eyes glittering with excitement. She took my hand, letting me guide her. We halted at the water’s edge, and I circled around her, brushing her hair aside again, peppering kisses on her neck as she gazed at the illuminated water. The sparkling silhouette of New York rose beside us. Half of Brianna’s body was cast in shadow, a light breeze raising goosebumps on her skin. I let my hands travel to the zipper on her back, pulling it down slowly as I continued kissing down from her neck and slid the fabric from her shoulders.

She was staggeringly passionate, her mere sight arousing me more than anything else before. Her breathing accelerated as her dress pooled at her feet. She wore a strapless bra and an unimaginably scant thong. I pressed myself against her back, guiding my hands to the front, tracing up her thighs, and lightly touched the fabric of her thong before I stepped beside her and stripped down to my underwear as well. She watched every one of my movements, taking in my body, and I appreciated how her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. I placed my hand on her neck, pulling her to me before kissing her ardently. It was hard for me to separate from her, even for a moment, but I took her hand and led her down the steps into the heated pool water. Fortunately, it was summer, but even if it had been winter, the water would still provide soothing warmth.

Brianna pulled away from me and swam a small distance away. Her eyes sparkled playfully as she turned towards me and undid her bra. With one hand, she kept her breasts covered, denying me the sight of them, tossing the garment to the side of the pool, while I watched and nearly went mad. With a teasing grin, she finally released her hold and ignited in me a desire to trace my tongue over her perked nipples, to lick them, to caress them, and elicit a loud moan from her. I followed her as she swam to the edge. She turned around when I reached her, and I propped my arms on the edge of the pool on either side of her, trapping her between. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rose from the pool, and I helped her sit in front of me. My gaze was fixed squarely on her hot center, enclosed in the tight, wet panties clinging to her. As I placed my fingers on the waistband, she threw her head back and closed her eyes for a moment. I didn’t need to say a word and she lifted her hips, allowing me to peel the last piece of fabric from them. Now she sat naked in front of me, her legs slightly parted, granting me a glorious view of her core.

I began to stroke her, slowly but firmly circling her clit until she squirmed restlessly. Only then did I insert a finger inside her, savoring the hot tightness that welcomed me, and the unabashed desire she displayed for me. I added another finger, and it felt so good to push her to the brink of climax, only to stop just short of it. I wanted more, much more, pulled her down towards me and kissed her while I shucked my boxer briefs off. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, clinging to me. I entered her slowly, deeply, pressing her against the edge of the pool, only to withdraw and thrust again. Harder. Until the water splashed gentle waves around us and lapped quietly, while I took her over and over, our movements quickening and her moans filling me.

A shiver seized her body, she tensed, and a moan that was more of a cry escaped her. The orgasm claimed her. I prolonged it as much as I could before I too couldn’t contain myself any longer and came deep within her. Still pressed against each other, we stayed in the water, kissing each other lazily and deeply until she brushed a wet lock of hair from my forehead and smiled softly at me. For the first time, words lay on the tip of my tongue that felt right, as if they only needed to be spoken to set something into motion, the magnitude of which I had no idea. But I was a coward. Carefully, I withdrew from her, took her hand and walked with her to the edge, for even if I couldn’t manage to express my feelings, I wanted her with me. For the entire rest of the weekend.

22

Brianna

Ihad stopped pondering what had become of the thing between Wesley and me. It was too beautiful to dissect. Never before had I felt such a wealth of emotions when with someone else. It was as though Wesley knew precisely what I needed, only to exceed my expectations twice over.

I had a touch of concern, as I couldn’t entirely focus on work when we were in the office together. But despite the occasional lapse, where we fell upon each other in his office or the underground garage in his car, we made a good team.

»Tonight at mine for a glass of wine? Or several?« Isabelle slid onto my desk, flashing me a broad grin. I had declined her invitations far too many times due to my constant presence with Wesley, and my guilt was slowly gnawing at me.

»Sure, love to,« I replied. She scrutinized me, and I couldn’t decipher her look. »What is it?« I asked, laughing. »Do I have something on my face?«

»Something’s different about you.« She furrowed her brow as if solving the most complex mystery in human history. »You’re glowing like you’re finally getting thoroughly ravished on a regular basis.«

»Isabelle!« I scolded her. »Stop it, lest someone hears us!«

»Mr. Crush, for example?« Her smirk turned into a full-blown grin. »He won’t be pleased if he finds out you have a man in your life.«

»Why do you think that?« Damn, we had been so careful.

»Sweetheart, haven’t you noticed the way he looks at you? During the last meeting, he barely took his eyes off your pretty rear.«

»That’s nonsense,« I replied, turning away to continue writing my email, even though my thoughts were elsewhere.

»Hold on!« she exclaimed, and I felt her sharp gaze on my profile. »Is it what I think it is?« she whispered. »Mr. Crush is the lucky one? You and...«

»Hush, stop it!« I whispered back, giving her a look that left no room for misunderstanding. She covered her mouth to suppress her laughter, her eyes widening. I had no idea how I would wriggle out of this one.

»Is he as good in bed as he looks?« she asked quietly.

I sighed but couldn’t suppress my own smile any longer. Damn, I had to confide in someone. But it could backfire terribly if Isabelle mentioned anything to anyone at the office. Yet, she was my friend and would surely keep quiet.

»We knew each other before,« I answered softly.

»What do you mean?«

»He was Elliot’s best friend in high school.«

»Damn, no! Why didn’t you tell me? And back then, did you two have a thing?«

I shook my head again. »No, it just kind of happened. Memories, a few too many drinks, and now we can’t stop.«

»Damn, you don’t have to!« She placed her hand on my shoulder, prompting me to meet her steady gaze. »Have fun or fall in love, it doesn’t matter! The main thing is that you’re happy! And, honey, judging by your glow, it’s doing you a world of good!«

»It can’t get around the office. And Elliot...«

»Nonsense, it’s no one’s business but yours. Elliot’s a big boy; he’ll manage.« I wasn’t so sure. »So, is our date tonight on? You have to tell me everything! And I mean everything!«

I had to laugh. »I’ll be there at eight.«

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