that… on the unknown and I wasn’t making any discordant note.
When the dinner was over and he was heading towards the door, I grabbed his hand and took him into the room.
Champagne was waiting, of course, one of the finest assortments there was, and my dress fell off of my shoulders the minute he closed the door behind him.
He was abashed but extremely touched by my gesture. He approached and he took some minutes just to contemplate my image. Just to caress my body and to feel every single inch of my skin.
His kisses were hot and bold, and he was living every feeling that my being was offering me. I took his shirt off, and I wasn’t expecting anything less than a well build body, a perfect glowing skin and a dizzy expensive perfume. I deranged his curly hair with my hand, as I wanted to do that a long time ago, making him smile.
I kissed him with all my passion, deciding to let myself go and give up the defense. I was ready to love him that night, taking the chance to have a ripped heart the next morning.
He made love to me in a crazy, dedicated and passionate way. He worshiped each one of my touches, kissing my hand, each one of my kisses, kissing me back with double love, each one of my moans, moaning in the same time with me.
He treated me with respect, making love to me like in an old romantic movie, with slow motions, making sure I am not hurt whatsoever, giving me a calm but explosive pleasure, making me wanting for more and more. He was gifted at so many levels!
When we finished, he sat near me, kissed my forehead and thanked me for the moments he had just received.
I looked at him; I smiled and said that it wasn’t over yet. I wasn’t about to quit my job, to quit him and I encouraged him to arm with patience as he was about to handle me another full 10 months. He got happy as the little boy I used to know, the curly and loud one, the one that I loved and in the same time hated to be around.
He told me that he loved me, he always would and he always had. That if I accept him, he would give up the unorganized live he was living, that he was willing to be a one-woman man, to care for me and to respect me.
Of course I accepted, and we made love again. It is incredible how sex can let you know so much about the other person’s feelings and how precise you can tell if it is about real feelings or not.
For the first time, taking chances was in my favor. And I couldn’t thank dad enough for putting me through this whole adventure that got me the best husband in the world and two perfect kids.
When you love somebody…let them go. If they return, you will know they will stay forever! And I happily did!
Possessed By My Boss
Stephanie Lex
Chapter One
I charged through the kitchen door, coming to a sharp halt just before colliding with Hattie the cook. She gave a heavy sigh of relief, the plates of food that she was carrying unspoilt. With a shake of her head and a smile, she passed the food through a hatch to the waiter on the other side.
“You really should slow down Alice,” Hattie laughed.
“I know but I’m late to help Dad, and I promised I would be here,” I explained as I slipped from my coat and hung by the door.
“Yes I know. Your Dad is waiting for you in the trophy room.”
Flashing Hattie a smile of thanks I headed off to find my Dad. Dad loved working for the Henderson’s, and had done so for many years now. The family were billionaires who resided in a vast mansion at the edge of the small town where we lived. Even though Dad was now old and frail, he still faithfully came to work each day.
So when I finished at university, I came here to help him. Whether it be cleaning, maintenance, and even mucking out the stables, I was here. My stepmother and stepsister where both lazy and lounged around at home all day even though we needed all the money we could get. We were a poor family, but they