Page 99 of Insufferable Boss

"No, I don't. But I've heard people talk about it, and I can only imagine how exciting it might be."

"Too bad you're wearing shorts tonight," I whispered into her ear. "Otherwise, we might have given it a go."

She turned around, staring into my eyes.

"We can always come back," she suggested, kissing me and continuing to sway against me. My breathing grew heavier and harder until I couldn't resist kissing her once again.

"You're right," I said as we pulled apart. "We have time for once."

"Or..." she said, brushing my hair out from my face.

"Or what?" I asked, and she smiled, a smile so beautiful it nearly stopped my heart.

"We can return to our very private and gorgeous suite, escape the heat and the noise... Is there music?" she inquired, leaning forward to nibble on my bottom lip.

"There could be," I replied, and that was all the convincing I needed.

From there on out, things only improved in our relationship. However, a few days later, when I woke up to the sight of her pleasuring me orally, I quickly realized that the day wasn't going to be as calm and relaxing as I had hoped. Nevertheless, as she took me deeper, any reservations I had were swiftly discarded.

My fingers gently intertwined in her hair, guiding her movements as I thrust my hips. Watching her lips and hands work so feverishly was a sight I knew I would never tire of. Our eyes locked, and as her lips curved into the sweetest, most beautiful smile, I struggled to hold back my release.

I climaxed into her mouth, observing as she eagerly consumed every drop, unable to contain my ragged breath as she crawled on top of me.

"Hey," she greeted, planting a kiss on my lips, and I couldn't resist turning with her in the bed, ensuring that I reciprocated thoroughly.

"I could get used to waking up like that," I remarked, and she smiled.

"You should because I'm going to be doing it more often."

I gently held her face, gazing into her eyes.

"Do you feel better?" I asked, and she nodded.

Over the past few days, she had been actively planning our itinerary, exploring the city's major landmarks, and I almost hadn't noticed how ill and frail she sometimes appeared.

But that was until we got back late the previous night. She’d finally succumbed and headed to the bathroom.

"It's fine," she reassured me. "I usually get a bit sick like this sometimes, so I'll be fine soon."

Because of this, we spent the rest of the evening in bed just holding each other.

"But now that she had woken me up in the most provocative manner possible, it was obvious it was leading to something else.

"I have our itinerary for the day," she announced, and my expression faltered. I would have tried to hide it, but in the state I was in with her, I felt comfortable enough to show my exhaustion.

"What's wrong?" she asked, looking at me, her lips slightly trembling as she tried to contain her laughter.

"I want us to just rest today," I confessed.

She stared at me, and I could tell she was fighting back her amusement.

"Is that what's wrong? You just want to laze around?" she inquired.

"Yeah," I replied. "I've enjoyed all the different locations so far, especially the hot springs, but do we have to take another flight today?”

“It's for the hot air balloon ride," she explained, and I closed my eyes.

"Let's postpone it until tomorrow. I feel like I'm working again," I suggested.

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