Boss with Benefits_An Office Romance Page 16

  I rose to hand the box to Nana.

  “Yeah, there’s at least four slices. I can order more though if we need it, or if you don’t want pepperoni.”

  The old woman’s face stretched into a wry chuckle as she accepted the box and sat down at the black wooden table.

  “Now, now, four will be more than enough. You don’t worry about me.”

  My gaze went to Alisha and her drop-dead gorgeous form in that colorful sundress. Every time I had two seconds alone with her, we were disturbed. Clearly, I was going to have to take matters into my own hands.

  “Care for a drink?” I asked her.

  Alisha blushed but shook her head.

  “No, I should probably stay and watch—”

  “Don’t you worry about Christian,” Nana said, with a wave of her hand, “I’ll be right here watching him, and I won’t fall asleep either. I just need some pizza in me, and I’ll be good for another few hours.”

  Alisha’s face was still wavering.

  “You sure?”

  Taking another bite of pizza, Nana waved her other hand at us vigorously.

  “One hundred percent. Now you two get going. You deserve to have some fun, too.”

  Alisha rose with a soft smile.

  “Thanks, Nana.” Her glance went to me as she headed to the bathroom. “Just give me one minute.”

  She emerged a few minutes later with her lips a glossy pink and make-up on her eyes that seemed more defined than before. My pulse rocketed up as my glance stopped on her hair which was now pinned back in her usual office fishtail braid. Were we going to do what we did the last time she had her hair like that? What if, right now, I just yanked her into the bathroom, pressed her into the white wooden door, and showed her how hot she was making me?

  “Seth?”

  Alisha was at the door, looking at me expectantly. I jerked to attention, wondering how long I’d kept her waiting.

  “Bye, Nana!”

  Seconds later, we were out the door, and I was breathing a sigh of relief. Being semi-hard at the thought of fucking Alisha—all while her grandmother was in the same room—wasn’t exactly my idea of fun.

  Luckily, the bar was almost empty, and we basically had the blue-lit place to ourselves.

  “The top floor, please,” I told the waiter, and he conveyed us up to my favorite spot. The third-floor table looked down on the far-off amusement park on one side and the restaurant on the other.

  “You’ve been here before,” Alisha concluded after I’d ordered us two cocktails and the waiter had left.

  “I have,” I admitted, “Nice place.”

  Alisha looked as if she wanted to say more but kept silent.

  “I was here with McKenzie a few times,” I explained. Seeing the surprise crinkling on Alisha’s face, I quickly added, “Not for the amusement park though.”

  “Oh?”

  “I wasn’t kidding about their spa. They have the best whirlpool Jacuzzi around.”

  Interest flickered in Alisha’s green eyes, although I could tell what I’d said about McKenzie surprised her, and not in a good way.

  “It was night and day, by the way. Being here with McKenzie and being here with you all. She was—and has always been—a flurry of activity. Spa facials, bragging calls to friends, then sauna time, the casino, the bar, here, then back to our room. Then repeat the whole thing a few times until she got bored. She always liked doing things, I think because it distracted her from what we were becoming.”

  Alisha was eyeing me strangely. “She was your wife, though. Surely you must have loved her, at least at the beginning?”

  My head was turned uncomfortably to the window, but I didn’t want to turn it back. If I did, I’d have to face those inquisitive almond-shaped eyes of hers and answer them.

  “Seth?”

  “No, I didn’t,” I said quietly, after a long minute.

  “Have you—ever?”

  Again, I knew the answer immediately, though it took me a minute to say it. “No.”

  When I dared to look at her, Alisha’s eyes were filled with pity.

  “Here you are.”

  The waiter placed our drinks down with neat clinks in front of us.

  “Anything else?”

  “No, thank you,” I said, as I waved him away impatiently.

  Alisha was eyeing her drink with obvious excitement. The cyan blue cocktail with a canary yellow pineapple slice and red cherry on top did look good after all. As she took a sip, her gaze returned to me.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” I snapped.

  “Like what?” she asked, lowering her glass.

  “Like I’m a broken puppy, a poor sad man. I’ve had a great life, better than most. Just because I haven’t lost myself in some doomed romance doesn’t mean I’ve been missing out on anything important. Think of the divorce rate now. These days, true love doesn’t work out, no matter how strongly you feel it.”

  As soon as my annoyed voice fell silent, I realized that Alisha hadn’t been the one I’d been trying to convince. I’d said all that to convince myself. Before, as Alisha looked at me the way she still was now with those tilted pity-eyes, I had almost started to agree with her and feel sorry for myself too.

  Alisha raised her glass. “To hotel bars and hotel views?”

  I raised mine, eager to solidify the change of subject. “To fine company in a fine hotel.”

  She smiled as we clinked glasses and drank deeply. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one who needed a nice kick-back after a long-ass day. I studied her as she took another swig. The twelve years of childcare was worn on her face, but not in the way you’d think. Yes, there was the tired look, the slight circles under her eyes, but beneath all that, there was a gay lightness, a hope, as if none of the misfortune of her circumstance had really touched her.

  “What is it?” Alisha’s voice was nervous, but I smiled.

  “I think, after I order us another drink, I’m going to take you to the jacuzzi.”

  As my leg brushed against hers under the table, Alisha shot me a cheeky, eyebrow-raised grin.

  “And, should I refuse?”

  I clinked her glass again, then drank all of mine in one gulp.

  “It wasn’t a question.”

  The next drinks we downed fast enough, and I left the waiter enough cash for the drinks, plus a tip and then some.

  The Jacuzzi pool area was completely abandoned, save for a short middle-Eastern attendant who eyed us with boredom as we walked up. I paid, and just as we left for our changing rooms, we realized our mistake.

  “Wait, I don’t have a bathing suit,” Alisha pointed out.

  I nodded, my eyes tracing her body, and my dick stiffening at the possibility of what that meant.

  “Me neither, but—”

  My gaze met hers.

  “I guess it doesn’t matter,” she said.

  Now, I was definitely semi-hard, although I kept my face composed.

  “Don’t worry; I won’t peek.”

  She gave me a playful punch.

  “Liar.”

  Still, we had to put our clothes someplace. This was a two-hundred-dollar Armani sweater I was wearing; I wasn’t going to just lob the thing in the corner of the tiled room.

  I gestured at the change rooms.

  “Put our clothes in there, then meet in the jacuzzi? The lockers are free.”

  Alisha nodded.

  “Okay, see you soon.”

  I watched her ass sway back and forth as she left, while my erection swelled in my pants. Yes, I would be seeing her soon—all of her.

  It took me half a minute to rip off my clothes, chuck them in the nearest locker, and then race out to the jacuzzi. Better if I got to the jacuzzi first, so I could submerge most of my body in the water and hide my raging boner. Didn’t want to scare Alisha off before I’d even said a word to her.

  After a few minutes of unbearable waiting and imagining her arrival, I didn’t have to imagine it anymore. There she was, i
n all her naked glory.

  She entered, clearly uncomfortable, trying in vain to cover her curves which wiggled as she speed-walked. Jesus fucking Christ! Those tits, those hips, those legs. I gripped the edge of the tub to stop myself from leaping out of the Jacuzzi now, shoving her to the blue and white tiled floor and taking her there, just like that.

  She settled into the tub across from me, submerged up to the top of her breasts.

  “It’s nice,” she said, in a relaxed yet uncomfortable voice.

  Clearly, me ogling her like she was a three-pound steak wasn’t helping things.

  I moved closer, so I was just close enough to be beside her but not touching.

  “So, about what we were talking about earlier—”

  “About you never—”

  “God no, not that,” I interrupted impatiently, “About you not trusting men after your ex. Want to know my take on it?”

  I ripped my gaze off the top of her breasts, took a deep breath. Come on, concentrate, Seth.

  She didn’t answer, so I kept going.

  “Okay, the way I see it, you really got screwed over. There’s no denying or trying to downplay the facts—your ex-husband was and is a first-class jerk. Now, you’re right to be careful about taking chances; you have a son to take care of after all. But being careful about taking chances and being totally averse to anything that has the slightest bit of risk involved are two completely different things.”

  A glance over to see how I was doing bolstered my confidence. Alisha’s face was tilted towards mine with interest, like she wanted to believe what I was saying.

  “Being afraid to take chances is its own prison,” I continued, “Do you really want to trade one mistake for another? Sometimes spontaneous things can be good—like me coming on this trip. I mean, you tell me, have you been regretting it this whole time?”

  A rueful smile was playing on that freckled face of hers. “Not the whole time.”

  With the back of my hand, I lightly flicked water at her.

  “Maybe like a quarter of the time, right? Anyway, my point is, if you keep living like this, you’ll always be denying yourself the chance of adventure and never allowing yourself to live fully. Is that what you want?”

  Under the water, I slipped my foot over until it was touching hers. Slowly, painstakingly, I turned my head so it was facing hers.

  Her gaze was full, aroused. Meanwhile I could feel my aching boner swell. It was now or never.

  Her breathless response was only barely out of her lips before I was kissing them. My hands traced her cheeks, her soft skin. Her whole body gave in to me, and she sank into my arms. Our lips mashed eagerly, my tongue reveling in the taste of her.

  Soon enough, my hands had slipped down, under the water, onto those massive tits of hers. I kneaded them slowly, as if it were some kind of meditation, every one of my fingers delighting in the soft, firm flesh.

  Alisha’s green eyes flicked open at the same time mine did. A moan fell out of her mouth, and I kissed it away. Now it was her lips attacking mine, licking, nibbling and sucking the length of my face, and my neck. I squeezed her tits—hard. I needed to take her. Now.

  My fingers continued their dance under the water, over her stomach, and down between her legs. As soon as my fingers brushed against the edge of her pussy lips, another moan escaped her mouth.

  Next, I probed with one finger in, then two, while Alisha rolled her hips in pleasure.

  Her lips were parted with arousal, her half-lidded eyes pleading. So, grabbing her hips, I shoved myself inside. The first entering was electric; a current of crazy-hot pleasure shot from my dick and ran throughout my body. Alisha and I groaned in unison, and I repeated the motion, harder. This time, my movement sent a wave, a little tsunami, slapping against Alisha’s face and into her mouth. She coughed, once, twice, a series of painful-sounding attempts to clear her lungs. When they’d died down, she had an unexpected look on her face.

  A twinge of fear ran through me. No, she wouldn’t change her mind, not now.

  But when she turned to me, thank God, there was a delicious smile there.

  “Let’s go back to your room.”

  Chapter 26

  Alisha

  Was I really doing this?

  Wrapped in a soft cotton towel and carrying our clothes, we quickly walked hand-in-hand as we returned to our suite, and the question kept asking itself in my head.

  And yet, wasn’t the fact that my feet were continuing on giving me the answer? Yes. Yes, I absolutely was doing this. I couldn’t fight my overwhelming attraction to my boss indefinitely. Now that I’d already given in and discovered what I was missing out on, I couldn’t escape my desire forever.

  Besides, today had been nice. Christian, Nana, me, and Seth together and having fun, like a family. The way Christian had been glowing while he and Seth were flopped on the bed watching sports and munching pizza warmed my heart. Today had been nice, good, perfect even. Maybe it was only a perfect fairy-tale, the way Seth was acting, but right now, I didn’t care. I wanted the fairy-tale to continue.

  “You want to go in first?” Seth asked.

  We’d arrived at our door. I nodded, peering cautiously into the main room of the suite.

  Despite her claims, Nana had fallen fast asleep, her hand still on the last half-finished pizza slice.

  “Hungry?” Seth joked with a wry smile.

  “No.”

  A predatory look came over his Seth’s features as he grabbed my hand.

  “Good,” he growled.

  The next thing I knew, I was being pulled into Seth’s room. The second he shut the door, he threw his arms around me, enveloping me in his warm musk. He pressed every bit of himself against me and enveloped me in his arms. There was so much in that overpowering hug—affection, lust, and a raw and needy want.

  Seconds later, he had halfway extricated himself when he shoved me onto the bed. Now that Seth’s appetite had been whet, there was no stopping him. He ripped off my white towel and buried his face between my breasts, breathing in and out deeply. He kissed his way around, first to one nipple, his lips suctioning overtop it. My whole chest tingled as he swirled his tongue around it, licking and sucking its puffiness until it became taut. When he moved on to the next nipple, his hands started stroking my sides.

  His lips were quick to follow their movements. Down, further and further, his hands and lips moved, stroking and kissing their way down. They left a trail of shivers in their wake. By the time they reached my pussy, my whole body was trembling out of my control. As it was Seth had caressed and sucked all the resistance out of me. Now, devastating desire was all that was left.

  As his finger finally entered me, Seth paused. My eyes fluttered open. In the moonlight from the window, Seth’s wet-tipped finger was visible, wagging in my face.

  “Someone’s turned on.”

  He twined his hand back in me, and I groaned, then he locked his lips around my ear, nibbling and tracing the outline with his tongue.

  “Don’t worry, baby. This is nothing. I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming.”

  A groan gurgled out of my throat, just as his fingers started vibrating rapidly in me. He kissed his way down, rapidly moving down my torso. I opened my legs wider. Now, his lips were at mine, nibbling, and sucking at them with his tongue. On and on that finger of his thrust, while his tongue maintained that teasing, shaking pace. When his mouth finally reached my clit, a gasp escaped me.

  “Yeah, that’s right,” Seth growled, “Are you ready?”

  I said nothing because I couldn’t. I’d never been this turned on in my life, and it almost scared me.

  Seth was intent on his mission and continued his rapid finger-pulsing as he started to suck and swirl his tongue around my clit. Oh. Fuck. Yes.

  A tingling explosion of arousal erupted in my pelvis. Shaking overtook my body, and I sealed my lips so my feverish howls wouldn’t be heard in the rooms next door. Already I was on the edge.


  But Seth was enjoying himself too much to let me finish that easily. He slowed his pace, reaching his finger deeper and deeper within me, stroking my g-spot. My whole body drooped into him, and I was lost in the feeling. Everything he did was building my pleasure—and my need for release.

  His finger felt at me, and my pussy eagerly clasped down on it. Every part of me was buzzing, half-numb with pleasure.

  Seth slammed his finger into me at the same time he slapped my ass. My eyes snapped open. He smiled, and my heart fluttered in my chest. This was it.

  By now his finger was jack-hammering me just as fast as before—no, faster. Seth’s head had dipped back to my clit, his tongue mashing on the bundle of nerves. My eyes shut, and pleasure thrummed through me. Yes, yes, it was coming.

  Already, I was back on the edge, crying with it. This desperate want that had to be sated. This need.

  My eyes opened as the pressure on my clit stopped abruptly.

  “Scream for me baby, scream,” Seth commanded.

  The shriek from my throat came of its own accord. I had no choice as his mouth returned to my clit and his tongue swirled and sucked every bit of pleasure out of it as his finger pounded my pussy for all it was worth. The shriek was every nerve in my body erupting, and tendrils of trembling pleasure surging over every part of it. The shriek was me cumming, beautifully, wonderfully, dying and being reborn. Oh, fuck yes!

  And then it was over, and I was still trembling with the after-joy of it.

  There in his bed, we lay together for some unknown amount of time. Our fingers danced over each other softly, tracing secret pictures on each other’s bodies. Every so often we kissed, and after a while, my lips weren’t satisfied. They ventured down, over the rugged line of his jaw, down to his neck. My hands slid even further down and found that he was as hard as I’d suspected. Good. Now my sucking nibbles of kisses were tracing a path down his taut muscles, over to his belly button, down alongside his happy trail.

  Seth’s body shook. I glanced up, surprised, to see an uncomfortable smile on his face.

  “Ticklish.”

  I took a sucking kiss right beside his belly button and, as he tensed up, lifted my hand.

  “I can stop,” I offered with an evil smile.