Like A Boss by Logan Chance Page A

cure.
    A pain so sharp, if I wasn’t buried far inside her, I might never live through it.
    “Theo, I’m coming,” she cried, her voice holding a hint of familiarity.
    A sense of pride washed over me knowing I’d brought her there. I was the sole reason she experienced something so powerful.
    My cock yearned to be inside her, but I couldn’t leave the position I was in. I didn’t want to.
    I was heady, my mind a fog of overloaded sensations.
    She came all over me and I couldn’t drink it up quick enough. I removed my fingers and grabbed her thighs, tugging her lower, crashing my lips to her.
    I wanted her to taste how sinfully pure she truly was.
    Her breathing was ragged, mine matching, and I sucked along her plush, full lips.
    I broke the kiss and she smiled, and it almost ruined me. The flush of her cheeks, the swell of her breast and her body bare to me—I wanted her.
    Her foot connected with my hip bone and she thrust her leg pushing me off her.
    “Why?” she asked, hopping from the bar and scrounging around for her clothes.
    I grinned, unsure what she meant. “What? Kiss you?”
    “All of it. Why would you touch me like that?” she asked while crossing her arms over her heaving chest.
    “You didn’t like it?” I stepped out of her way while she buttoned her shorts.
    “I…I…don’t ever do it again.” She tried to brush past me, but I stopped her with my hand gripping her elbow.
    I couldn’t concentrate with her around anymore, she needed to go. I acted a fool, and I wanted to stop my addiction to her—cold turkey.
    “Penny, you’re fired.” It was time to be done once and for all.
    Her expression ranged through a myriad of emotions. Beginning with shocked, ending in a fiery inferno of pure thundering rage.
    Her cheeks turned a deep red, and a second later the palm of her hand connected with my face.
    I dropped her elbow and leaned in close to her precious pouty lips. “Why the fuck would you think slapping me is a good idea?”
    “You can’t fire me.”
    “The fuck I can’t. I’ll say it again, you’re fired. Get the fuck out.” I was being tortured by her tight body, her soft lips.
    “Why? For what reason?”
    “For the reason I can’t think straight with you around.”
    She laughed, and I cracked a smile. I was being fucking ridiculous.
    “You’re so hot,” I whispered. What are you doing to me?
    She looked at a spot over my shoulder, avoiding my eyes. “It is hot. They have fans you could install. I looked into it, they’re cheap too.”
    Fans?
    “I’ll think about it.” I moved away from her and grabbed my clipboard.
    She narrowed her eyes.
    “I said I would think about it and I will. Get to work...uh... please .”
    “Thanks.” She smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh and Theo,” she said softly when I turned away from her, “I’m sorry I slapped you.”
    “I’m sorry, too.” I stalked away to my office, without looking back.
    Once inside, I slammed the door and sank into my chair. Fuck, what happened—again?
    There was something about her, something I couldn’t escape.
    The clipboard served as a stress reliever as I clutched it tighter in my hands. My cock throbbed and I took a few deep breaths.
    Fuck, fans? I sat down and grabbed a pen.
     
    Reasons to get fans
     
    ●      The customers have been fanning themselves
    ●      Might help keep customers in the seats, ordering
    ●      Penny seems to really want them
    ●      Her pussy tasted so fucking good
     
    I hung my head, eyes closed as I took a deep breath through my nose. I struck my pen through the last line and continued.
     
    ●      They’d probably be cheap
    ●      It’s fucking hot
    ●      It would make her happy
     
    Where was my brain? I ate out a fucking employee, on my fucking bar.
    I was losing it.
    Scrubbing my hand against my beard, I saw the mail stacked on the desk. The bold black letters of a name I knew all too well jumped out at me. Pardo