Falling For The Boss by C.M. Steele

shoulders. Her mound glistened with my treat. I licked my lips before I kissed her lower ones. She moaned as I loved her pussy with my tongue.
    Stroking her lips from top to bottom of her slit, I tasted her sweet honey. I groaned, and drank from her like I couldn’t get enough. Parting her lips, I sucked on her clit, sending her body pulsing and clenching around my head. Gripping her ass cheeks, I pushed her pussy harder against my face, eating her out until she fucked her orgasm out on my face.
    I was so fucking hard, but I couldn’t fuck her. My cock was leaking cum onto my boxers. I was in a fucked up way. Resting her thighs on my shoulders, I unleashed my dick from its constricting confines. It stood stiff and wet, begging to come. She started grinding against me, running her hands all over my head and neck, riding out her pleasure. It was so damn sexy.
    Once she had collapsed her head against the table, completely spent, I stood in front of her, my dick eyeing her tits. I lifted her shirt off her and tugged her bra down to show me those tits. My cock had a mind of its own, and I was already stroking my cum all over her pretty breasts and her mound.
    I roared, “Mine.”
    It was as though I wanted to mark my damn territory. She was mine, and I wanted everyone, her included, to know that she belonged to me. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. A rush of protectiveness ran over my skin. We’d been apart because of someone else, and I knew that threat wasn’t gone even though Jessica was back. Rather, because she was back, it was going to get worse.
    I saw the flush of embarrassment on her face. She was new to this, or at least I hoped so. Like a beast, I claimed my territory by nutting all over her in the middle of my kitchen.
    Needing to return to being a gentleman, I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Running the shower, I helped her in to wash off. While she was scrubbing herself, I ran a hot bath with some of Layla’s bubble bath.
    She stuck her head out of the shower to grab a towel. “Are you going to take a bath?”
    “No, baby, it’s for you.”
    “I literally just finished showering. Are you trying to say I really smell?” she asked, wrapping the towel around her body and tucking the end between her breasts.
    “I know, baby, but I keep getting you all dirty,” I murmured.
    She blushed. “So are you going to dirty me up again? Is that why you ran the bath? You know it’s going to get cold.”
    “No, I’m not going to fuck you again until you heal. I felt terrible about beating up your pussy last night. I thought you could use some time to soak your aching pussy.”
    “You know, when you say that, it only fucks with my head and gets me all excited again.”

Chapter 18
    I went into the office on Monday without letting on that Jessica was back. I knew that if Erin got wind of Jessica’s return, the evidence would be destroyed before I had a chance to nail Erin or to find out who she was working with.
    I called in a favor from a friend who had ways to dig deeper. I'd have more answers soon.
    I called HR to check on the new temp, but they hadn't heard from the agency yet. Even though it wasn't my job, I wanted to speak to the agency myself, so I drove to their office and asked to meet with someone in charge. It took about two minutes before a woman came to the front to greet me.
    "Hello, I'm Nathaniel Hendricks at Hendricks Engineering Services."
    "Hello, Mr. Hendricks, I'm Donna Wilke. I’ve actually hoped to hear from you personally. Every time we called to speak with you, we were told you weren't available." She escorted me to an office in the back.
    "Oh, really? Interesting. By whom?" I had a feeling I knew which the name I’d hear.
    "Erin in human resources."
    "I’m here because I’d like to know why you keep sending me shitty temps," I growled.
    "We’ve always sent a list of candidates to Erin, and she selects who to hire. That's actually what we wanted to speak to