Page 13 of Beauty and the Bosshole

There’s possession in his eyes and I don’t know what to think of that. Exhausted, I close my eyes. I just kissed my boss. I just had an orgasm under his command. I’m not sure there’s a way to come back from that.

Chapter Five

Reese

“Ava,” I say her name quietly. After her orgasm and kiss, both are seared to my brain. She’s so goddamn beautiful it hurts, and I only want her more.

My fucking cock aches to get inside her cunt.

My tongue is ready for a taste of her pussy.

My fingers want to feel how she comes for me and not a toy.

There isn’t a drug or shot of alcohol that can describe the hit I received from one single taste. Now her eyes are closed, arm above her head, and if I didn’t see the soft smile appear on her face, I’d say she was napping. Instead, she’s remaining where she’s entirely too still for my liking, which is fine this time. Thenext time Ava comes, it’ll be multiple times, one right after the fucking other. I should let her rest; it’s clear she’s worn out. Except this is a short flight and I know Tara, our stewardess, the only other employee besides Andrew, will be heading our way shortly about us needing to put on a damn seatbelt. Ridiculous if you ask me, but rules are rules, and apparently, million-dollar jets are still required to wear them during takeoff, landing, and whenever else the crew deems necessary.

“Shh, go away. Don’t talk,” she mumbles, wiggling in her seat. Ava’s skirt rides up her thick, shapely thighs, revealing more of her creamy bare skin, and it’s taking everything I have in me not to drop to my knees and bury my head between them. My nostrils flare as her scent permeates the small area, causing me to let out a low groan. Another few inches and I’d be able to see the toy she has pressed against her pussy.

Damn, I want that, a whole hell of a lot. One glance and I’d say fuck it. As much as I’d like to think it would hold me over, it wouldn’t, and then I’d do a whole lot more than eat her pretty pussy.

“Next time you can nap after you come, but for now, it’s time you take care of the toy, unless you want me to?” Ava’s eyes open, wide and worried. Gone is her relaxed state; in its place is a frazzled woman, and I’ve got to say I’m enjoying every new dimension of my curvy assistant.

“I’ll take care of it,” she states, moving so fast, I’ve barely got time to pull away before Ava is out of her seat.

“Don’t take too long. We’ll be preparing to land in a few minutes,” I warn her. Too bad she won’t let me help. Now I’m left with the visual of her hiking that sinful skirt up around her waist, taking her panties off, and seeing how wet the toy made her.

Ava mumbles something incoherent that I don’t catch, only now aware of the disarray of her clothes. Meanwhile, I sit back in my seat, re-situate my cock for who knows how many times, andwait for Ava to return. I should be working, getting ahead of the meeting. This isn’t like me. I’m always prepared. I eat, live, and breathe my company. A dinging noise interrupts my wayward thoughts on everything Ava. Glancing up, I see the light asking us to put our seatbelts on.

“Damn it.” Clearly, my timing was off, and now Ava is in the bathroom. I stand up, ready to charge back there, when the door opens, my supersonic hearing helping me yet again. The constant hum of the plane is always loud, but still, there is no way I won’t listen in case Tara decides to make her presence known.

“What’s wrong?” Ava asks. She’s completely put back together, annoying me that our time alone together is coming to a close.

Another ding alerts us before Andrew’s voice is heard throughout. “Please make sure your seat is in the upright position and your lap belt is secured. We’ll be preparing to land in three minutes.” My eyes sweep the small area, not seeing Tara anywhere. It’s good she knows I meant business when telling her to stay in the steward cabin unless someone called her.

Ava still doesn’t move closer or so much as utter another word. Which means I’m going to have to go to her. “Are you okay?” I ask, hoping she’s not overthinking the orgasm or where we’ll be going from here.

“I am, just getting my bearings.” Ava runs her hands down the sides of her body before putting one foot in front of the other. Damn. This woman is going to keep a permanent zipper impression on my cock. Each movement of her body is like foreplay. The best part about Ava? She doesn’t even realize how many heads she turns.

Finally, she’s within reaching distance. When my hands go to her shapely hips, Ava succumbs to my touch, and the dinging echoes through the cabin again.

“I’m about tired of being interrupted every time my hands are on you.” I maneuver our bodies until the back of Ava’s knees touch the edge of the seat.

“And what would you do to me if we were somewhere else?” This vixen, she has no idea all the dirty fantasies I’ve been thinking about each time I take my cock in my hand.

“I’ll tell you once we’re both seated and I don’t have to worry about Tara or Andrew hearing everything I’m going to do to you once we’re behind closed doors.” Ava takes her seat, and I move to my place next to her. My hands go to the ends of the belt, the back of my hands and fingers gliding along the fabric of her shirt. I groan, wanting this to be a different place and time. One where I can have her naked and alone.

Ava’s eyes are on mine as I click the ends together. “We’re about to land.”

Her hand is out, hesitant to touch me. No damn way am I going to let her feel like there’s a reason. “Reese,” my name comes out shyly.

“Touch me, Ava,” I demand, and my face is the last place I want her hands. I savor the softness of her palm. Imagining what she’d feel like wrapping her soft delicate fingers around my shaft. Another visual of Ava on her knees, clothes off, tits bared, and nipples pebbled into tight points. I wonder if the pretty flush covering her cheeks right now travels down the slope of her neck to her chest. I lick my lips, watching as Ava’s eyes go hazy with desire yet again.

“I want more.” She lifts her hips, but sadly, I’m having to put a hold on this, for now.

“Soon, I promise.” My head dips, needing another taste to hold me over and to appease my damn dick. Ava’s tongue lightly touches my lip, and my hunger almost takes over when a soft sigh escapes her.

“Tell me, please,” she begs when I pull back.

“The first time I get you naked, Ava, I’m going to suck and bite on your pretty nipples until you’re arching into my touch. I’ll see how much pain you like with your pleasure.” My hand cups her tit, thumb gliding over her pebbled tip. She likes what I’m saying and what I’m doing. I keep going as her eyes close. “I want you riding my face, my hands full of your ass, playing with your tight little forbidden entrance as you wrap your mouth around my cock. I can already imagine how you’ll feel around me, but one thing is for sure, Ava. You’ll come on my tongue before I take you with my cock.”