Maybe We Shouldn't...| SCK AU story

17 • Written In The Stars

Eda

        Las Vegas and all the alcohol we consumed -- I tip my hat to you. In our case, what happened in Vegas didn't just stay in Vegas. To be honest, I'm relieved that Serkan and I crossed the line. Straddling the line between boss and employee was only going to take us so far--everything that happened in Vegas was inevitable. I've never been a big drinker but all the Mai Tais I knocked back did their job! We knew it was only a matter of time before the levee breaks--spilling the pent up emotions long past it's expiration date.

       The night I--Eda Bombshell Yildiz--became Serkan Hot Stuff Bolat's girlfriend--was the first time we made love. That time -- I remembered every delicious detail. My sexy co-star can grace the billboard in Time Square. He is my Armani model -- my handsome boss in my risque, toe-curling office romance novel on my own bestseller list. I bet you're dying to find out how it all happened--the night we consummated our love. Be patient--I will divulge some of the juicy details of the night we spent enraptured in each other's arms--in due time.

       The amber of attraction between Serkan and I had always been there--but neither of us could act on it. I have to admit, sneaking around with my boss in the office adds sizzle to our relationship. The 'forbidden' element has indubitably elevated my sexual fantasies to a whole new level. The toughest part of my day at the office is reigning in my dirty thoughts about my hot-boss-boyfriend. Monday came too fast --but our shenanigans at the office chase away the Monday blues and adds kindling to our flame. I'm counting the days before the weekend. Serkan has been acting like the cat who just swallowed a canary--making me suspicious that he has something up his sleeves.

       "Mr. Bolat, sir -- I'm pretty sure what we're doing is against the company's non-fraternization policy."

       Serkan trails kisses along my jawline, then bites my lower lip playfully.

       "Oh Miss Yildiz -- I can assure you that I intend to break every single rule in the bloody company policy."

       He unfastens the first button on my blouse.

       "I'll hold you to your promise, boss."

       "There should've been a company rule against hiring this one smoking hot temp--who stayed on to drive her horny boss to near madness."

       My giggle is devoured by a kiss, as I'm pressed up against the back of Serkan's office door.

       "You're going to have to be quiet as a mouse, sweetheart, can you do that for me?"

       "Thank God there's no camera in here, Mr. Bolat."

       I whisper, in between moans.

       "It turns me on when you call me that, you vixen."

       "Mr. Serkan Bolat-- we shouldn't be doing this. What if we get caught? "

       The second button leaves it's loophole. A cascade of pleasure surges through me as each button gets undone. I wait anticipatorily--chest heaving-- as his warm lips travel from my decolletage down to my cleavage. He cups my lacy bra and groans. He has me throwing back my head and steeping in bliss when his magic tongue finds my peaked nipple. Before another moan escapes my lips-- he grabs the back of my thighs, lifts me up effortlessly and wraps my legs around his waist.

       "We can't have sex here--but I'm going to kiss the shit out of you -- and fondle my favourite body parts!"

       I nip the tip of his ear lobe and whisper conspiratorily.

       "Oh yes we can, Mr. Bolat. You just have to work fast.

                       ****

       "Are you going to tell me where we're going?"

       I quip, sticking my bottom lip out--in an exaggerated pout. Serkan mimes zipping his lips, and pretends to toss the key behind him.

       "Nope -- my sexy kitten. Curiosity kills the cat."

       We couldn't have asked for a better day for a mini getaway weekend. The sun is gallantly beating down on us as we cruise down the stretch of road-- parallel to a blanket of white sand-- melting into the brilliant cerulean ocean. I close my eyes and tilt my face towards the sky -- relishing the warm rays--as sea breeze whips my hair around behind me.

       " Welcome --welcome. My name is Anne Miller. You must be the Bolats. I reserved the largest ocean-view room on the top floor for you lovebirds. I hope you enjoy your stay. Billy will bring your suitcase upstairs. "

       The older woman is striking for her age-- with kind blue eyes, greying hair neatly pulled back into a bun--and a warm earnest smile that reaches her eyes. She grabs a room key off a hook behind her and steps away from the front desk.

       "I will show you to your room and get you settled in."

       "Thank you, Mrs. Miller. You have a beautiful place here."

       The bed and breakfast Serkan rented for the weekend could've been a beautiful filming location for one of Nicholas Sparks' romance novels. I glance around the cosy nautica-theme foyer and breathe in the fresh salty ocean air.

       "Lovies--I serve breakfast at 8:00 am every morning -- I hope to see you both out on the patio tomorrow. You wouldn't want to miss out on my fresh cinnamon buns with pecans and creamcheese icing, brioche French toast with mixed fruit compote, and scrambled eggs with bacon and chives!"

       I have a feeling Paradise Point will be added to the top of my favourite places list. Sun, beach, good food and a hot guy --what more can a girl ask for?