Page 44 of Boss from Hell

I was honest. “Yes.”

“And you thought sleeping with the boss would help you keep it?”

I felt as if the rug had been pulled out from under me. I decided to be honest. I’d come this far I might as well jump in with both feet.

“No,” I said clearly. “I slept with you because I couldn’t not. Every cell in my body was begging me to do it. You are my drug.”

Chapter 23

Lillian

Ididn’t know whether he believed me or not, because the food arrived. He looked annoyed as if the delicious food was an interruption. I dug my fork into my West Australian rock lobster topped with winter black truffles and imported white stilton cheese, and seasoned with Laeso salt, and was stunned by how mouthwateringly opulent it was.

The meal passed in a haze of alcohol and indescribably delicious food. When the meal was finished, I stood and began walking towards the entrance. Three tables away I could see the fat salesman. He was watching me avidly. I lifted my chin and walked on. Max was just behind me.

Suddenly, I heard a pig-like squeal of horror. I turned around and saw Max standing over the man. He had poured a glass of red wine over the man’s head. The shocked man was spluttering with impotent rage.

“Send me the dry-cleaning bill,” Max sneered, dropping the empty glass into his plate of half-eaten food. Then he walked on and hooked my hand through his elbow.

“Good show. Thanks,” I said, looking straight ahead.

“My pleasure,” he said coolly.

We had to share the elevator with another couple and neither of us said anything. On our floor we got out and walked silently to our suite. He opened the door, walked straight to the master bedroom, and shut the curtains. Then he turned to look at me.

“Sorry,” he said softly.

I couldn’t believe my ears. He was apologizing to me. “Don’t be. I wanted to do it.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I’ve only ever been with one man and he was a nice guy with a deep and wonderful knowledge of art, history, and literature, but he was not too much into sex. Twice a week with him on top if I was lucky. Nobody had ever sucked my pussy, spanked me, or asked me to stand at a window until you came along. I’m here to tell you that I’m up for it all. Everything. I want to do it all with you.”

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm…” He walked over to me, and I couldn’t understand why it would be, but I thought I saw sadness in his eyes. He whispered something, but I didn’t catch the entire sentence except the words, ‘if only.’ Then he dropped to his knees and through my dress kissed the mound of my sex. He inhaled my scent as if it was life-giving oxygen.

I clawed my hands into his thick hair.

“I can’t get enough of the smell and taste of your pussy,” he said, getting to his feet. “But first let me take this dress off. I don’t want to ruin it. I like it on you.”

He turned me around, unzipped my dress, and carefully draped it over the back of a cream armchair by the fireplace. He reached around my back, released the hook of my bra and flung it backwards. Next, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled it downwards.

“Keep your high heels on,” he instructed.

I stood in front of him naked but for my high heels. He lowered his face until it was only inches away from my glistening slit. Using the tip of his tongue, he flicked my clit. I moaned and, clutching his head in a vise-like grip, mindlessly ground my sex against his mouth. He let me use his mouth in that way.

As my movements became more frenzied and my groans deeper, he pushed his fingers into my wet center and fucked me with them. It was rough and quick.

“I’m going to come,” I warned, as I came apart and gushed into his mouth.

Painstakingly, he licked my sex and thighs until I stopped trembling. Then he carried me to the bed and dropped me on it. Hungrily, he watched my breasts bounce. Then he pushed my legs up against his chest, pausing to stare at my pussy, gleaming with arousal juices.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, as he undressed. All the while his eyes were glued to my exposed pussy. When he was naked, he ran a sole finger up and down my slick folds. He found my clit and teased it until I thought I would faint with pleasure.

Then… and only then… did he pounce.