Big Boss: Quick and Dirty Page 2
“You still have to go, listen, I’ll lock the door and you can use the stall over there,” he said, gesturing towards the single toilet in the washroom, thankfully with a door.
“Thank you so much,” I breathed out in relief, almost peeing myself right then and there. “I’ll be quick.”
“Take your time,” he chuckled, “I’ll be over here being chivalrous. Remember that the next time I ask you to do some boring and horrible office duty.”
I thanked him again and darted to the stall. I pulled my dress up, my panties down and waited to pee.
Nothing.
I tried to relax, but knowing my hot boss was within listening range was causing me a whole world of anxiety.
I inadvertently moaned, realized what I was doing and clamped my mouth shut, praying he hadn’t heard it.
“You all right in there, Miss Mason,” he asked, his bemused voice echoing in the huge room. The throbbing music from the pub was the only sound other than my beating heart.
“Uh, nervous I guess,” I said, “could you make some noise or something?”
“You’re being shy?” he laughed, “after you barged into the little boy’s room?”
At that moment there was a loud banging on the bathroom door and somebody yelled to get in.
“Hold on, sport,” Hunter said in a low, dangerous voice.
“Come on, buddy,” the guy on the other side yelled.
“I said hold it,” Hunter growled.
With that menacing tone the guy on the other side shut up.
“Are you done yet?” Hunter asked, back to his amused voice.
“Not even,” I groaned.
“Dammit,” I heard him mutter. “Okay, hang on.”
He cleared his voice, drew in a breath, and started singing.
“It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone…”
I started laughing. “Tom Jones? Really?”
But it worked. I felt sweet relief and was finished in no time.
I wiped, flushed and threw the door open. “Whew,” I said, still pretty tipsy but sobering up the longer I was in the bathroom and in Hunter’s presence.
It was too bad he was my boss.
My incredible, gorgeous, intelligent and sexy hot boss.
I washed my hands and walked towards the door.
His eyes moved up and down my body and I recognized the look he was giving me.
He smoldered and the closer I got, the more heated his gaze became.
“You are a beautiful woman, princess,” he said, his voice husky.
“Seems you’ve been drinking a little tonight too,” I smiled and stood in front of him, looking up at his chiseled face.
“I’m stone cold sober, I just know what I like when I see it.”
“It’s too bad I’m off limits then.”
“Why?”
“I work for you.”
“What’s the use of having your name on the company if you can’t break your own rules every once in a while?” he said, his voice thick with lust.
“What the use indeed,” I replied, my own voice soft as my pulse threaded in my neck.
He didn’t say another word, his eyes locked on mine and he reached up to cup the back of my head, under my thick mane of hair, and pulled me closer.
As if in slow motion he dipped lower, I was at least half a foot shorter than him, and he kissed me.
Chapter Four
His lips were hot and demanding and so soft. His rough stubble brushed against my sensitive skin and sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout my body.
He pulled me hard against his body and I melted into him, fitting perfectly together.
I reached up and ran my hands along his muscled chest, over the bulges of his upper arms and down his side. I slipped them around his biceps, holding myself steady as the room began to tilt as we kissed.
It wasn’t the alcohol, the gin and tonics, it was him. He made me feel drunk, I was lightheaded and desperate for more of him, for anything I could get.
He made a sexy noise, a pained groan as I snaked my body and moved against him. He wrapped his other hand around my waist, then to my ass and cupped it gently. He began to lift me slowly, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips as he moved his kissed from my lips to my neck.
“You smell delicious, princess,” he said as he exhaled. “Good enough to eat. I could devour you right here and now.”
I sighed and let my head fall back, exposing my collarbone to his nibbles and kisses.
“Oh Hunter…” I moaned softly.
Behind him somebody banged on the door again, slamming their fist against it and yelling, “Come on asshole, open up!”
Hunter ignored him, moving his mouth along my body lower until he set me down on my two shaky legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he dipped farther down.
He wound up on his knees before me. His feet blocking the door as he looked up at me, as if in worship.
“I’m tasting you,” he said with hot lust in his eyes. “I told you, you smell good enough to eat.”
“Not here,” I said, pushing against his head.
“Here,” he insisted and pushed my thighs apart with his hands.
“Please…” I moaned, my shame overcoming my desire for just a moment.
“Please what?” he asked, his smirk telling me that he knew me already…he knew I was ready for him, wanting him, and unable to tell him no.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged and opened my legs to him like a wanton slut.
“Say it again,” he said, snaking his finger into the edge of my panties and pulling it aside. “Tell me what you want.”
I could hear more than one guy on the other side of the door, all complaining loudly and demanding to get in.
They were going to tell management at some point, I had no idea how long it was going to take but I knew my time like this with Hunter was limited.
And suddenly instead of scandalizing me, it excited me. The risk was thrilling and all consuming.
“Please touch me…I need you…”
“As you wish, princess,” he said with those bright green eyes boring into me.
With that, he buried his face between my legs and sought my pussy with his tongue.
He slid one finger into me, pushing into my wetness and thrusting it deep inside.
His tongue found my clit, that little sensitive part of me that left me feeling vulnerable and even more exposed than before.
I couldn’t even wrap my head around it, me in the washroom of a pub being eaten by my desperately sexy boss.
It was so wrong, but it felt so right.
I wrapped my fingers into his tangled, thick hair and held on. I had to support myself or I would surely collapse.
Hunter worked his tongue quickly against me as he fingered my pussy harder and harder.
He slipped another finger inside, fucking me from both sides, my deep heat and my clit being worked again and again.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped as my body began to tense, “Hunter…”
He felt so good I could barely contain myself. I could barely handle it, the pleasure swirled around my body, snaking up and down my spine until I felt like liquid fire.
He moved faster, forcing me into some unknown space, somewhere that was all bliss, all fiery sensations and lust.
His fingers fucked me to time with the people banging on the door, his tongue was like hot velvet, demanding and commanding me into an orgasmic frenzy.
It was if something took over my body and gave rise to the ragged, husky voice I heard calling out his name.
I wasn’t usually vocal when coming, but with Hunter’s touch, there was no way my body could contain it.
“Fuck,” I gasped and cried out, “oh god, Hunter!”
And with that, I plunged into the deep well of ecstasy that Hunter had brought to my body.
As I squirmed and shuddered, he began to slow his motion. I relaxed and loosened my grip on his hair.
“Just as I thought, you are delicious,” Hunter said as he stood up. He pulled me against him again, my wobbling legs almost unable to hold myself up, so he supported me.
He kissed me again, held his fingers to our mouths and slid them inside.
I could taste myself on him and it was so exciting to know that I had marked him somehow. That he carried some part of me on him when we separated.
The noise behind the door swelled until we could no longer ignore it. Hunter laughed and pulled away from me. “I guess we should give them what they want.”
I nodded weakly and smiled as he reached for my hand, unlocked the door and opened it to the crowd of men gathered there.
As soon as they saw us, they began to hoot their congratulations to Hunter. I must have had that freshly fucked look because they all knew exactly what had been going on.
I should have been embarrassed, but for some reason I wasn’t.
I was proud of leaving on the arm of my boss, my undeniably sexy boss.
Even though in my heart I knew anything we did together would end in disaster.
Chapter Five
My phone buzzed as we made our way from the bathroom, through the people high fiving Hunter like he was some kind of football hero.
I was uncomfortable with the attention by the time we hit the pub again. As soon as we were in full view, Hunter dropped my hand and stood against a wall.
“Listen, it’s best if we aren’t seen together,” he said, giving me that crooked smile. “I’m here with clients and it wouldn’t look good if I’m grinding against the intern in front of one of our biggest accounts.”
My heart dropped and I nodded. “I should get back to the table anyhow, Angie is wondering where I am.” I held up the phone to show her frantic texts.
“Angie from work?” asked and exhaled slowly. He ran his fingers through his thick hair, straightening the mess I’d made just now in the bathroom. “Damn, I didn’t know that.”
“Is that a problem?” I asked.
“Just don’t listen to a word she says,” he replied. “She’s a gossip and loves the sound of her own voice.”
“What is she going to tell me?” I asked, nerves tingling at his apparently rejection.
“She’ll tell you all kinds of things about me, all of them lies. So don’t let her get to you, promise?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
I watched him stalk away, trying to not drool over the way his suit clung to his body, trying to not envy the pants tight against his ass. I wanted to be the one holding onto him, not letting him go.
But I had to, I didn’t have a leg to stand on to demand he do anything for me. He owed me nothing.
I needed more gin and tonics, I needed to forget what had just happened so I could go forward in my humiliation and shame.
I found Angie’s table and flopped down in a chair next to her, grabbed a drink from a tray in the middle and gulped it down.
“Was that the boss I saw you with?” she asked, leaning close to me.
“Sure was, I ran into him outside the bathroom,” I replied.
“Are you sure? Your hair looks awfully messy for going to the washroom.”
“I’m sure,” I laughed. “There was some girl in there who decided she loved it and wouldn’t stop touching it.”
“Oh one of those types, the ladies bathroom best friend,” Angie smiled. “I run into those all the time.”
“Exactly,” I said, “if drunk girls in bathrooms could tackle the world’s problems, we’d have peace in about a week.”
“I hope you weren’t thinking about doing anything with Hunter though,” Angie said in a conspiratorial tone. “He’s a real dog. He’s known for being a player.”
“And how would you know that?” I asked and raised my eyebrow at her. “Is this personal experience?”
“Oh god no, not me,” she replied with disgust curling up her lip. “I’m too smart for him. But the last girl that worked for him and his dad, she got her heart broken pretty bad.”
“Even if anything happened, there’s no way I’d be hurt,” I said and grabbed another drink, downing it quickly. “No way, no how. I’ve got too much on my plate as it is.”
“Just remember that,” she said, “he was engaged one time too, did you know that?”
“How could I? I just started working here.”
“He destroyed her life when he cheated on her. She was a lawyer in the firm and a good friend of mine. She’s never been the same again.”
I made a noise of sympathy and took another drink. This one I nursed slowly and let Angie turn back to her friends so they could bitch about the latest round of some reality TV shows with hot men and bitchy women.
I zoned out and felt my eyes flit along the crowd, found Hunter at his table with well dressed businessmen, and let them rest there to watch him for a few moments.
His eyes looked up and locked on mine, he gave me a bemused smirk and I jerked my eyes down, embarrassed to have been caught.
I thought about Angie’s words and drank another gin and tonic, letting my mind slip into a fog where I hadn’t just behaved like a whore with my boss in the bathroom of a pub.
I was too drunk to do much by the time we were ready to break up the evening. Angie offered to share a cab with me, but it turned out I was going the opposite end of the city.
I called for an Uber and waited with her under the awning of the pub. It was pouring rain, and I shivered as the air cooled around us.
Angie chatted on like nothing had happened, and soon enough I had myself convinced that nothing had happened.
“Do you mind if I smoke?” Angie asked and ignored me when I said yes, I hated the smell of smoke. She talked non stop with halos of cigarette smoke blowing up around her and into the night.
I coughed lightly as the smoke hit my nose and I turned my face away to avoid contact.
I saw Hunter walk out in that cocky, languid way he had. He paused near the door, shook hands with his clients, and patted them on the back one by one as they got into a town car and sped off.
He stood with his feet planted apart, his hands on his hips and his strong jaw making him look like a super hero.
Angie’s cab pulled up, she butted her cigarette out on the sidewalk and gave me a quick hug before she got in.
I closed the door for her, stepped back under cover and checked my phone. My Uber was still thirty minutes away, so it looked like I was stuck, drunk, cold and miserable.
“I thought you left long ago,” Hunter said and I looked up into those insufferably gorgeous green eyes of his.
“No, I’m waiting for a ride.”
“I can take you anywhere you want. They’re bringing my car around.”
“I couldn’t inconvenience you like that.”
“No inconvenience at all,” he replied with a wink. He lifted the fingers that had been inside of me and traced my lips. “None at all in fact.”
Against my will, my body responded. My stomach’s knots loosened up and my nerves calmed at his touch.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice trembling as he pulled his fingers away.
“I’m positive. Besides, you seem a little too drunk to leave you out here on your own.”
I heard a car zip up and watched as the valet pulled a snappy little black Audi, much like the one driven by the hero in my favorite romantic trilogy.
“Nice wheels,” I said and slipped into the passenger seat when Hunter opened the door.
“Thanks,” he replied and carefully closed the door behind me.
I clutched my comically oversized bag on my lap and felt a little out of my element in such an expensive car.
It sure beat my old Corolla though, the rattle trap that had gotten me all through college and was now permanently abandoned in my apartment building’s underground parking.
I was a public transit kind of girl these days.
Hunter folded his long, thick body into the driver’s seat and it fit him like a glove, like it had been made for me.
“Hang onto your hat,” he grinned, slammed it into gear and hit the accelerator. I screamed as the car sped off, leaving me feeling a little like I was on a roller coaster.
I squeezed my eyes shut and held on for dear life as he sped through the packed late night streets of our city. I was grateful for my seatbelt and grateful that I hadn’t thrown up.
Yet.
But I was getting there with each jolt and jump the car made.
I thought these things were supposed to be smooth.
My stomach lurched and I realized he had no idea where I lived. I opened my eyes long enough to realize we were speeding far away from my apartment, so I blurted, “You’re not taking me home.”
“I’m taking you to my home,” he said and I heard him chuckle. “But don’t worry, princess, don’t look so frightened. I’m not going to hurt you.”
It wasn’t that though, it was just that ever since I hooked up with Hunter earlier my entire life felt like a fraud, like I was a new person with one slutty encounter.
And right now the ride in his car made me feel much like my life felt now. Chaotic, out of my control and entirely in the hands of a man I’d just met.
And dammit, it was thrilling.
Chapter Six
“Hanging in there?” Hunter asked as we slowed at last. I opened my eyes and tried to figure out where I was.
It was closer to the ocean, definitely a much nicer area than I’ve ever lived in and well out of my reach, price wise.
“I’m fine,” I replied and tried not to stare open-jawed like a hick seeing the city for the first time. “I might be a little queasy from all the gin.”
“Gin and tonic? Panty remover,” he said and looked at me suggestively.
I blushed and had a flash of his finger hooking my panties and pulling them to the side as he worked my pussy such a short time ago.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“I’m just up here on the right. It’s the McCann building, do you know his work?”