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  My nose itched. "Is something burning?" I asked.

  "Shit! I'll be right back." He ran off, I assumed to the kitchen.

  "Do you need help?" I called out after him, braving to step further into the hall.

  A minute later Frank came back, his face apologetic. "I'm sorry, but the fancy dinner I'd promised you is turning out to be a disaster."

  "Are you cooking?" I asked. Frank didn't know how to make coffee, and I couldn't imagine him preparing food.

  "Yes. Alberto, my chef, had a family emergency. I wasn’t sure if you’d come, so I told him to be with his family. I wanted to make something just in case, but it doesn't seem to be working."

  "What’s not working?” I panicked, hoping he hadn’t nuked aluminum foil as he had at work, blowing up our microwave. “You tried to cook?" I laughed.

  "And failed miserably. I didn’t use the microwave,” he added quickly, reading the fear on my face, and pointed to the box in my hands. “I hope that's food you brought. Here, let me help you with this."

  He took the box and set it aside on the hall table before unbuttoning my jacket. Standing so close, I inhaled Frank’s scent. The aroma rushed through me. My breaths became shallower, and something told me the dinner wouldn’t be as formal as I had thought it would be. Would Frank stay away from me now that we’d kissed? He seemed relaxed and not as reserved as he was at work.

  "It's dessert," I whispered, as my heart raced.

  "I had a different kind of dessert in mind, but I'm sure we can compromise." He eyed my ensemble. "Yes, you definitely have more style than I do. I love the tie." He tugged on the purple fabric. Frank stood so close he almost pressed against me... but not quite.

  “It’s for you. You don’t have this shade.” I loosened the knot. My hands brushed his as he held the tie, never letting go of my gaze. Frank’s pulse must have sped as well, the thumps of his heart visible under the fit v-neck.

  "Thank you. See, this is something I would have never picked," he said.

  I started pulling it over my head, but he stopped me, smirking. “Don’t undress so quickly, Sharon. It looks good on you. I’ll take it off when I give you my gift.”

  “You got me a gift?” I asked.

  “Yes, but it’s something that would go much better with the dessert I had in mind.” He grinned, lowering my jacket off my shoulders. He hung it on the vintage coat rack by the mirror.

  This Frank appeared different than the boss I worked for—or under, as he’d preferred to say. He seemed at ease and was treating me as an equal.

  "Come on, let's see if we can salvage any dinner," I laughed.

  Unexpectedly, Frank took my hand and led me toward the kitchen. On the marble counter, a frying pan steamed from under a cover. I lifted the lid.

  “You burned noodles?” I asked. “What exactly were you trying to make?”

  “Spaghetti.”

  “Frank, there’s so much I could teach you.” I sighed. “But it’s better you stay out of the kitchen completely.” I emptied the frying pan into the garbage at the side of the counter.

  “I like you in charge, Sharon, but you’re my guest, and I will not have you cooking when I want to enjoy your company. But thank you for all your help.”

  Frank held me by my elbow, directing to sit on the stool by the counter. He poured me a glass of red wine, and I wondered how he knew I enjoyed Merlot. The doorbell rang.

  “Stay here,” he’d said and headed out to the front door.

  I took a few more sips of wine before Frank came back carrying a box of pizza in one hand and my dessert box in another. Frank set aside the dessert with a smirk.

  “I ordered, just in case.” He opened the lid and placed a slice on a fancy plate. “I hope you like vegetarian.”

  “Are you always prepared for everything?” I asked.

  “Always.”

  The tension between us grew with each comment. For the first time tonight, I held no concerns that Frank would stay away from me because of company rules. My instinct told me exactly why I was sitting in his kitchen, sharing a meal with my boss. It warned me that I was the dessert Frank had in mind. And of course I wanted him to devour my cupcake, instead of the one in the box. I felt myself getting wet again and tried to distract us with conversation.

  “I didn’t know you like vegetarian.” I said.

  “I’m more of a meat person, but I like to try new things.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin.

  That didn’t work as my gaze flew to the meat in his pants. He met my stare and hopped off his stool.

  I froze, feeling like a kid caught stealing candy.

  Frank turned my chair around so that I faced him. “Did you go to see a doctor?” He asked.

  “No. There was no need,” I explained.

  “Do you mind if I check?”

  I thought I’d see a smirk on his face, but Frank showed genuine concern. Did he want me to lift my shirt and show my chest?

  “Don’t be embarrassed, Sharon. I’ve already seen you in a bra; a wet one, in fact.”

  This time I saw a spark in his eye as he came closer. He unfastened my shirt, slowly, holding his focus steady on each button; or perhaps on what he was uncovering. Frank’s fingers touched my chest once in a while and I took a sharp breath in.

  “Breathe, Sharon.” He looked at me. Frank lowered my shirt off my shoulders. His purple tie remained around my neck, flowing down my cleavage. He smiled, I assumed at noticing the matching shade of my bra. Frank brushed his fingers along the top of my breast, just where its plumpness blended with my chest.

  “Is it sore?” he asked.

  “No.” I shook my head.

  “Good. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” He took hold of his new tie and gently pulled it toward him until I was forced to slide off my seat to stand.

  “Hurt me?” My voice was barely a whisper.

  The wine flowed through my veins. His other hand glided to the top of my thigh, where the slit of my floor-length skirt began, steadying my stance. My heat level rose at his touch. The sensation of his palm on my leg tingled upward and in toward my sex and its increased secretions.

  “I want you, Sharon, but I can’t lose you as my secretary.” Frank’s breath caressed my face.

  At this moment, I didn’t really care about losing my job but more about being able to see Frank every day. I had to ensure any job I did for Frank would satisfy him enough so that he would never dismiss me.

  “As long as you don’t fire me, you’ll never lose me,” I answered as his hand grazed along my thigh to the back, gently squeezing my rear.

  Frank pulled on the tie with his other hand until my lips pressed against his. He forced his mouth on mine with a need I hadn’t felt in a long time. I opened my lips, letting his wine-coated tongue explore my mouth. I heard myself moan as the exchange deepened. With his right arm, Frank lifted me onto the counter, never letting go of the tie.

  He pulled away for a moment, took a sip of the wine, and offered his glass to me. I emptied the glass, feeling its soothing coolness flow down into my stomach. Was it the wine that made us both so bold? Frank placed the glass back on the counter and cleared the rest of our dinner out of the way. He flipped the front of my skirt to the side and pushed on my knees, spreading my legs and revealing my soaked panties. His hand grazed my skin toward the inside of my legs as he pulled me in for another kiss.

  Frank’s fingers played around the lace of my panties before sliding his hand underneath the fabric. He didn’t waste time; using my wetness, he slipped his finger inside me. I moaned in his mouth but he didn’t release me, stealing any last taste of wine that remained in my mouth. The pressure between my legs increased and I felt him add another finger, pushing harder, widening me with each entry.

  His mouth finally let go of mine, and he released me, backing away.

  Confused, I furrowed my brows. Had he changed his mind? Didn’t he want me? That’s not what I saw in his eyes and in the mass of his pants.

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sp; “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “Sharon, if we do this, I don’t know what will happen at work,” he warned.

  “We’ll keep it a secret. Frank, I need you. I want you,” I pleaded, lowering the straps of my bra to my arms. My nipples tightened, almost painfully, as my desire peaked through the lace.

  “And how do you expect me to keep my hands off you at work? Look at you. You’re irresistible, and you’re wearing that F.C.U.K perfume...” He waited, obviously struggling with the decision he had to make. “Hell, I’ve resisted you for years now.”

  Frank wrapped his arms around me, crushing me into him. He lifted me, and I didn’t even notice when my skirt and panties flew off. He leaned me back onto the marble counter. The cold surface cooled my heated body.

  “Stay there,” he whispered.

  I heard him take a few steps away and the light above my head dimmed. When he came back, he kissed my right knee while he fondled my thighs. I grabbed my breasts, releasing them from the cups of my bra. Frank’s lips glided up my inner thigh and I parted my legs even wider. Frank took the soles of my feet and pushed them up on the counter, putting me out on full display. He took me with his lips and his swift tongue pulled along my flesh, spreading the folds until his mouth sealed around my opening.

  I squeezed my breasts harder, massaging the scorching nipples as the intensity inside me grew. His fingers joined the play around my sex, sliding in and out, two, maybe three at once, until I felt my insides clench around them. My hips circled to the rhythm of his sucking as the flicking of his tongue drove me to explode into his mouth. Jolts of ecstasy flew through my body, tensing my muscles with each additional lick. He caressed me with tender kisses until the frenzy settled.

  Frank pulled away, and I exhaled the last bliss out of my lungs. I heard a zipper and I smiled.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “Yes.” Anxious, I kept my legs spread, anticipating him in me, then laughed. “That’s what I call working under you.”

  “Finally you get to be under me the way I’ve wanted since the day you walked into my office. But we’re not done yet, Sharon.”

  “I hope not...”

  The tip of his penis silenced what I wanted to say, and Frank plunged into me with force.

  “You’re as rough as you are on your conference calls.”

  He pushed harder.

  “Baby, you haven’t seen rough yet.” He pulled the tie, helping me up to meet his mouth while he drove further inside me with each thrust.

  I wrapped my arms around Frank’s neck and he supported my back with his hands. His hardened mouth possessed my lips. Frank’s hands slid lower, finally lifting me up by my behind. The sweet smell of his sweat mixed with mine floated around us. He stood in a wide stance, holding me in his arms while pushing upward, filling me even more. Gravity pulled me onto him, letting him sink into me deeper, stretching my insides. Each stab sent me further into oblivion, and I felt myself clench around him again. The potency of Frank’s mouth was like a drug pushing me to my limits. I’d never had anyone so deep inside me, and I couldn’t hold on any longer. I came around him, squeezing him until he moaned, stopping his momentum for the final release inside me.

  As his warmth filled me, he set me down on the counter and gently pulled out.

  “I think I’ll let you keep this tie, Sharon. I’d never be able to wear it and work after tonight.”

  “I’ll just get you a new one.” I lowered my pulsing legs.

  Frank picked his shirt off the floor and pulled it over my head. Now that I wore it, I made a mental note to keep it.

  “That reminds me. Stay here.” He rushed out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

  When he returned, I wiggled my toes, smiling blissfully at my boss, my fierce lover. Frank handed me a pink box.

  “I owe you,” he explained.

  I pulled on the bow to open it. Inside rested a new pair of bra with matching panties. “Why?” I asked in confusion.

  “I ruined your other one with coffee.”

  “You didn’t ruin my panties.”

  “That’s where you’re mistaken, Sharon. I knew I would ruin them tonight.” He pointed to the floor where my purple panties lay torn. “You’re going to need these for next time.”

  “Well, that’s one bossy request you’re making, Frank.” I put my arms around his neck.

  He kissed me then said, “I’m pretty sure our working relationship status has changed; however, I will insist that you always work under me.”

  “Yes, sir.” I threw my hands around him, losing myself in his lips.

  Frank’s mouth soothed mine as he carried me into the hallway.

  “A house tour?” I asked.

  “Bedroom,” he kissed me again, “You’re not leaving this house until Monday morning.”

  “You’re expecting me to work all weekend? Without a proper house tour?” I bit my lip. “That’s not polite, Frank. What if I get lost in this mansion?”

  “Fine,” he grinned, “Let’s start with the hallway, then. This is the staircase.” Frank lowered me and flipped me over onto my knees.

  “I like the carpeting here,” I looked back at his ready erection behind me. He grabbed my rear, spreading my cheeks.

  “And I like the new addition to my staircase.” Frank cupped my sex from behind, and I felt my juices flow out into his palm. He rubbed the front, preparing me, spreading my wetness all the way to the back. I rested my hands on the upper steps, lifting my ass higher, for him.

  Leaning forward, he kissed me. The wet slide of cock into me pushed me forward. This time, he wasn’t in a hurry. We stopped kissing and Frank pulled in and out halfway a few times before plunging into me fully. His relaxing exhale made me tilt my rear higher for him. I leaned on my elbows on the step and I closed my eyes. His rhythm gained momentum and he filled me again, more with each push. I imagined how much he enjoyed watching himself fuck me from behind, admiring my ass as he spread it with his hands. He touched the rim of my asshole with his finger and jolts of pleasure flowed to my front.

  I gasped, locking the need inside me, not wanting to let go, because if I did, I’d cum right now. Frank massaged the oval of my ass and I pictured it open for him just a little. One of his fingers slid in and out, gently, to the same tempo as his cock. The sensation made me clench my ass cheeks and I felt him move his hand to my clit, rubbing it as he sped his thrusts into me. The sound of the onslaught of his front, slapping against my behind, and the circular rubbing of his fingers on my clit drove me to explode as Frank pulled out and came on my back, his warm fluids flowing down my spine to my crack.

  This was exactly what I needed. My boss to take me and to have his way with me.

  I plopped down to the steps and Frank rested at my side.

  After a minute, I turned my head to face him. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like for you to work under me.”

  “Well, this is a six thousand square foot house. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to find out.”

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  About the Author

  Lacey is the Author of Erotic Romance stories. She lives in a small town of Ontario, Canada. Her short stories come from real life experiences, dreams and fantasies. She’s a happily married wife with two kids. Her mind, just like any other woman’s, often wanders off to ‘what if’ life questions. The answers to those questions can be found in her short stories where there’s Reality in Each Fantasy.

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  My First, My Last

  Dance With Me

  Teacher’s Pet

  Over The Limit

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  My Neighbor’s Will

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  I am grateful to be surrounded by many loving people who support me, my fantasies, and my writing.

  To my family, without whom I could not continue to pursue my dreams. Thank you for your support, love and confidence.

  To my husband, who has allowed me to research the topic of love and sex first hand. I enjoy asking him questions about the male anatomy to make sure my characters don’t fall short. Yes ladies, we can always learn a thing or two (or three) just from talking. That usually leads to some field work, but I think it’s also what makes the writing fun.

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