Chapter 59 I HAD SEX WITH MY BOSS
I HAD SEX WITH MY BOSS
AUDREY CHAPMAN (FL) — 24 YRS
JASON GREY (ML) — 31 YRS
AUDREY
I don’t know when it started. Maybe it was the way his voice rolled like velvet and steel in meetings, or the way his sharp suits hugged his tall, powerful body. Maybe it was the way he leaned across my desk, just a little too close, whenever he wanted to make a point. Whatever it was, I know this much: I was already his long before he ever laid a hand on me.
I’m supposed to be his secretary. Organized. Professional. Composed. Instead, I find myself messing up small things on purpose, just so I can hear his voice on me. Most women would shrink when their boss snapped in irritation. Me? I melted. Even angry, his words tasted sweet to my ears.
And tonight, I was caught in one of those moments.
“Audrey. Hello.”
My name in that commanding baritone dragged me out of my fantasy of him — shirtless, pinning me against my desk. I blinked, cheeks hot, and looked up to find his storm-gray eyes locked on mine.
“Yes—yes, sir.” My voice cracked like a guilty schoolgirl’s.
His gaze sharpened, studying me, as though he could read the dirty thoughts painted all over my mind.
“Are you leaving?”
I followed his glance to the clock. Shit. I was late. My cousins were waiting for me, and here I was, daydreaming about my boss’s mouth on my skin.
“Oh God, yes. I’m leaving now. Bye, sir!”
I rushed out of his office, heels clicking, heart pounding. By the time I got to the first floor, I was practically jogging to the street, waving frantically for a taxi.
“Hey, Audrey!”
The voice froze me. I turned, and there he was — Mr. Grey — leaning casually against his sleek red Ferrari, lips curled in that devilish smirk that always sent a shiver straight between my thighs.
“Mr. Grey?” My voice betrayed me, breathless and soft.
“Seems like you’re in a hurry?”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “My cousin’s waiting for me.”
“Get in. I’ll take you home.”
“Oh no, thank you, sir. Really, it’s fine.” My hands twisted nervously at my purse strap, even though every nerve in me screamed to say yes.
But his eyes narrowed, and his tone left no room for choice. “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. Get in.”
The command jolted through me, hot and electric. I obeyed.
Inside his car, the air was thick. He drove smoothly, confidently, filling the silence with casual conversation about work. I tried to answer, but my body was too aware of him. His hand on the wheel, the scent of his cologne — leather and spice — the way his thigh shifted when he pressed the gas. Every movement was foreplay, whether he knew it or not.
We pulled into my driveway, and just as I exhaled with relief, he cursed.
“Fuck!”
I turned — his energy drink had spilled all over his shirt.
“Are you okay?” I asked, biting my lip to stifle a laugh.
“I’m fine,” he said, but his shirt clung damply to the sculpted muscles beneath. “Mind if I use your washroom?”
My pulse jumped. “Of course. No problem.”
I led him inside, heart hammering, directing him to the bathroom. As soon as the door clicked shut, my phone rang. My cousin.
“Sorry, Audrey,” she said breezily. “New sugar daddy. Rain check.”
Of course. Left alone again. But tonight, it wasn’t just me.
“I apologize for this, Audrey. I’m taking too much of your time.” His voice carried from the bathroom, low and rough.
I leaned against the wall across the hall, waiting — and then the door opened.
And he stepped out shirtless.
The air punched from my lungs. His torso was tan and hard, carved with ridges of muscle that glistened faintly from the spill. His abs tightened with each breath, a sharp V cutting toward the line of his pants. His damp hair fell across those piercing blue-gray eyes, making him look like sin incarnate.
“Sorry again,” he murmured, shirt in hand.
My gaze roamed shamelessly. My mouth watered. Heat coiled between my thighs.
“Don’t worry,” I said softly. “My cousin canceled anyway.”
His lips curved, wolfish. “So you’re alone tonight?”
That smirk. That tone. I knew I was in trouble.
He closed the space between us in two strides, caging me against the wall with the sheer heat of his bare chest. My pulse skittered, my knees weak.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His mouth claimed mine. Hot. Demanding. A kiss that stole every ounce of air from my lungs. I clung to him, arms locking around his neck, tasting power and hunger as his tongue slid against mine.
He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me into my bedroom. My skirt was gone in seconds, his hands rough, impatient. My blouse ripped open, buttons scattering as his mouth trailed down my neck, leaving dark marks that screamed possession.
“Where’s your room?” he growled against my skin.
“Here—” My voice broke as he laid me on the bed, looming over me, his eyes devouring every inch.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” His words seared me. He pinned my wrists above my head, stripping me bare under his gaze.
“From now on, you’re mine.”
I gasped, arousal flooding me. “I’m all yours, Mr. Grey.”
“Damn right, baby girl.”
His belt clinked, pants sliding down. My breath caught at the massive, thick length freed from his boxers. My pussy clenched in anticipation, intimidated yet craving every inch.
“Will it fit?” I whispered.
His grin was dark. “No. But I’ll make it fit.”
Then he was on me. His tongue plunged between my thighs, hot and wet, dragging moans from deep in my chest. I bucked helplessly against his mouth, his tongue stroking my clit, dipping inside, relentless.
“Hold still, baby,” he commanded, fingers curling inside me, stretching, pumping slow and deep until I was begging.
“Please, sir… give me more.”
With a scoff, he withdrew, teasing my entrance with the blunt head of his cock.
“You want this?”
“Yes!”
Without warning, he slammed in, filling me to the brim. The stretch burned and thrilled, my body clutching him desperately. He gripped my hips and pounded me hard, rough, the bed creaking with every thrust. His cock split me open, deeper and deeper, until I was seeing stars.
“Fuck—so tight,” he growled, wrapping my legs around his waist to drive himself even deeper.
“I’m gonna cum—”
“Hold it.” His voice cracked like a whip, and I obeyed, trembling, teetering on the edge as he fucked me mercilessly.
His lips crushed mine, his tongue conquering my mouth while his cock conquered my body.
When he pulled out, I gasped, dazed.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, spreading me wide, eyes burning.
My fingers slid into my slick heat, fucking myself while his gaze pinned me. Pleasure mounted, unstoppable. My back arched, a raw cry tearing from me as I came, juices spilling down my thighs.
“Good girl,” he praised, before pushing my fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
I licked them clean, moaning, while he dove back between my legs, tongue lapping, devouring every drop.
“So sweet,” he groaned.
I fisted his hair, grinding against his mouth until I couldn’t breathe. Then he pulled me down to my knees, cock heavy in his hand.
“Suck.”
I obeyed, my lips wrapping around his thick shaft, taking him deep until he hit my throat. I gagged, tears pricking, but his groan spurred me on. He thrust into my mouth, face-fucking me until salty precum spilled across my tongue.
“Swallow it all,” he commanded, and when his hot load erupted, I obeyed, gulping down every drop, licking him clean.
He pulled me onto his lap, kissing me hard, tasting his own cum on my lips.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he murmured against my mouth.
His praise made me blush, b
ut his cock was already stirring again, thick against my thigh.
“Round two,” he growled, rolling me beneath him.
And I knew my night was far from over.