My Insufferable Boss

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Nayel Jefferson is kissing me. Nayel Jefferson my obnoxious, piece of shit, entitled, rude, the short-tempered boss is kissing me. He has shoved me against a wall, trapped me under his huge frame, holding my hands above my head, and pressed his cold lips against mine.

I was in shock, was this really happening? My eyes were wide open in disbelief and so were his like he was expecting me to make a move like he was just as shocked as I was that this was happening. We were staring into each other's eyes as our lips were pressed against each other. I can't believe this is happening, why is this happening? Why am I enjoying the heat radiating from his body? Nayel buckles his hips against mine making me gasp and he slides his tongue into my mouth. My eyes flutter shut as I started kissing him back enjoying the feeling of his skin against mine, not understanding why my body was melting under his touch.

Our lips were moving in a rhythm, our tongues intertwining and tangling up together, I open my mouth wider giving him more access, he tilts his face and slides his tongue further inside my mouth. Nayel bites my lower lip sending shivers down my spine. I had never been kissed with such force and passion before, he had full control, he was doing to me as he pleased and it was driving me insane.

Nayel drops his hands from my wrists letting my hands fall to my sides, his hands grab my waist and he pulls my body closer to his, I felt a hardness in his pants brush against my bare thigh making me moan into the kiss. I arch my back pushing my chest against his, his muscles and possibly six-pack, toned frame pushing against my upper body. Nayel squeezes my waist aggressively, clearly still pissed off at me.

I suddenly felt my blood boil in anger thinking about all this man has put me through and I was feeling a raging rush over me. Instead of pushing him off me and slapping him in the face for kissing me before I could stop myself, I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer to my mouth, hungrily shoving my tongue down his throat. At the moment ruled by insanity, he was the object of my lust.

I lick his bottom lip as I wrap my legs around his hips, Nayel immediately grabs the back of my thighs and picks me up so he didn't have to bend his knees anymore, we were eye to eye level making the kiss more convenient. I push my legs around his ass causing him to groan. My skirt had ridden up and Nayel's warm hands were roaming my thighs driving me insane. He slides one of his hands under the hem of my skirt, touching my inner thigh.

We pull away from the kiss after we were out of breath unable to keep our mouths pushed together anymore, Nayel wastes no time, he buried his head in the crook of my neck placing kisses down my neck, he bites a spot rather roughly and I groan, "Oh" I felt him smirk against my neck and I hated that I just gave him the satisfaction. Nayel squeezes my thigh as I pull the back of his hair while he tentatively sucks a spot on my neck making me dizzy.

Suddenly I hear Nayel's office phone ring, snaping both of us back to reality. Nayel's lips leave my neck as he moves his head to face me, his eyes stare into mine. His hands immediately leave my body and I unwrap my legs from his waist and he sets me down. I gulp as Nayel takes a step back from me. I felt I was red as a tomato and I couldn't read the expression on Nayel's face. Without saying another word I practically run out of his office.

Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

What the fuck was that? What just happened? What was that? Why did I let him kiss me? Why did I kiss him back? Why did I enjoy it? I have never been kissed like that, with anger, passion. The past two years of bickering and arguing finally exploded and all of that energy came alive into that kiss. I brush my fingers against my lips, they were tingly as was my body. I close my eyes and suddenly a vision of Nayel on top of me popped in my mind, Nayel inside of me, me on my knees in front of him, Nayel's head in between my legs, I blush to myself as visions were making me hot. I felt a wetness in the middle of my core. Fuck, I was turned on thinking about my boss fucking me.

I can never look at him again. I can never look at anyone ever again. I don't know if I'll ever step foot in this office. How will I face him again? Then the sudden question of why popped into my head.

Why did he do it? Why did he kiss me? He hates me, he can't stand me. Why didn't he just fire me on the spot? Why did he kiss me, why did he kiss me like that and why did I enjoy it so much? Does this mean something, does this mean anything? What am I supposed to do now? Were my friends right along all our fights and arguments could be because we are so frustrated and could be resolved by us having sex? Why do I suddenly want to have sex with my boss? My Insufferable asshole of a boss.

Maria, get it together. What is wrong with you. I splash the cold water on my face trying to get me to get less hot but nothing was working. I felt like I was just awoken from hibernation and have this desire and hunger only one thing can solve and that is Nayel Jefferson.

I'm so screwed, I need to say my farewells and head on out to find a new job ASAP. Even though no one saw what happened between Nayel and me, I don't think I could ever be able to show my face here again. Oh my Lanta. What the fuck. I'm in massive trouble.