Sleeping with My Boss (and his son?)

Chapter 7

We manage to get through our work day. Having lunch at our desks, each working independently. It's after 1900 when I check the time and I realize I'm starving. A loud growl of my stomach alerts him of that as well. Checking his watch, he leans back in his chair and stretches. "Damn. We have been at it all day." He stands up, grabs his cell phone and my long forgotten-by-me panties. "Would you like dinner and a movie downstairs, or would you prefer I take you out?"

Surprised he cares what I want when he won't even kiss me, "doesn't matter. Dinner and a movie sounds intimate, not sure you can handle that." I brush him off and I walk downstairs. I know I'm being unreasonable. He isn't wrong. This can't be a romantic thing if it were to continue. I feel tears springing to my eyes again. I'm emotionally drained. Is this going to continue? Can I handle it? Can I have emotion free sex? Because that sounds like all he can offer.

Just before I get to my room, I feel his hand on my arm, stopping me. I take a step back and feel my back against his chest as his arms wrap around me from behind. His lips are on my neck, "Madelyn, gorgeous, don't be like that. Neither of us will risk our marriages. I'm trying to protect you." His lips brush across my jaw, his nose tracing the line of my jaw to my ear. He murmurs, "Let's watch a movie. I'll order dinner. I'll hold you." He turns me to face him, his lips very near my own, his tongue slips out and runs along the seam of my lips and he nibbles on my bottom lip, "but, Madelyn, I won't be kissing you." He pulls back and let's me go. "Go change. I'll meet you in the family room."

Feeling defeated, I enter my room. I just need to survive tonight. His sons will be here tomorrow, conference begins on Tuesday, there's only tonight. This isn't something that can continue at home. But what do I want from tonight, his words "I'm going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, but not until you ask for it" run through my head.

Unsure if I'll be asking for it or not, I decide to dress for it either way. I pull a black silk robe from my closet and lay it on my bed. As I do, I realize his sweatpants from this morning are still on my floor. Stripping out of my dress and bra, I lean down and remove my boots last. Leaving them all in a pile with his pants. I put my robe on my naked body and apply some lotion to my legs. Looking in the mirror, I grin. I'm not asking for anything, but he sure as hell will wish I would.

Hiding my grin, I grab my phone so I can talk to Jason and the kids when they call at bedtime, I head to the family room. There's a huge screen, much bigger than the 65" we have at home, and a huge dark brown sectional that looks like it could just hug you. And one that can easily allow two people to lie together. Laying there, stretched out under a blanket, is Dimitri. Shirtless, but I can't tell what he's wearing in the bottom.

He catches my eye and his eyes run down my body. A fire lighting behind his gaze. He rolls on his side and lifts the blanket, inviting me in. As I get close, I realize he's in a pair of fitted boxer briefs, much like last nights. "Come here, gorgeous." His hand reaches up and runs up my thigh and under my robe, finding no panties. "Mmm... a woman who knows what I like."

My heart flutters at his comment, but I do exactly what he says, I slide in next to him under the blanket. Laying on my side facing him, I wrap an arm around him as he does the same around me, pulling me close to his chest.

"Madelyn, you're tempting an old man." His voice is deep, his eyes are dark.

At that I laugh lightly, "You," I kiss his chest, "are far from old, Mr. Carrington." I say, trailing kisses up his chest as I do.

This brings a quiet laugh from him. "Glad you feel that way." He brushes my curls back. "This doesn't end when we go home, gorgeous." Unlike the gentle comments a moment ago, there is force behind his words now. Commanding again.

I try to push away from him, "Dimitri, no. It ca...."

But he holds me in place. Cutting me off. "I'm not asking," he says. "It's been a long time since Maryanne and I have been intimate. And judging by how quickly I had you cumming," he stops to push my robe down my shoulder and kisses my collar bone, "you need this as well."

I moan beneath his lips as he kisses along my shoulder. I shudder and look up to meet his gaze. "Your sons arrive tomorrow, our families are at home. We just have tonight."

Thinking I got through to him, he laughs deeply, a real laugh. I find myself a little offended. "My sweet Madelyn. I'm the boss. I decide what your workload looks like." The arrogance of his comment hits me.

But all I can say is, "yes, Sir."

He kisses my head as the doorbell rings. "Foods here..." he trails off as my phone begins to vibrate. Looking up at him I see him looking at my screen, it's my husband and kids. His jaw tightens and he gives a little nod before throwing on a pair of ball shorts I didn't notice on the coffee table. I answer just as he disappears through the door.

Standing up, I tighten my robe as I pace while listening to the kids share about their day with their daddy. Smiling, my heart squeezes. I miss them. After a round of goodnights, they give the phone to Jason. He's telling me he misses me when I feel Dimitri come up behind me. I try to push him away, but he grips me tightly. "I miss you too baby, so much."

He replies telling me "our bed is never the same when you aren't in it." I smile. I do miss him, so much. As I reply, "I agree Jase, I already miss sleeping in your arms and it's only been one night."

Dimitri tightens his hold and gives a chuckle that feels like he's saying "liar". His lips are immediately on my neck. As his hands loosen the tie on my robe, I gasp. Not hearing whatever Jason what saying, but catching the change in his tone, "what's wrong?"

He must have heard my gasp. "Oh, ummm" I say, half-speaking, half-moaning, "uh, I guess it was a door down the hall slamming or something. Just made me jump."

I try to push Dimitri away and his hand tangles in my hair, pulling. A low, "end the call, Madelyn" is whispered in my other ear.

"Look, I just got a text about the conference I need to look into. Talk tomorrow?" We end the call with the normal love yous and as soon as I hang up, I shove Dimitri away from me.

"What the hell, Dimitri?" I glare at him.