Working Under Mr. Black (Boys of Chicago Series 1) - SAMPLE

Chapter 4

My mind is still processing everything that's happening in my life. It's been a week since I started "working" for Mr. Black. It's been a week that he's been so touchy and kissy all over me. It's not normal, I know. But how will I be able to decline it? He's my boss...and probably, deep inside me...I long for his touch, too.

My doorbell rang. It's six in the evening. It's been two hours since Mr. Black drove me home and I am not expecting anyone to come. So, who is this?

I checked myself first before answering the door. I look decent with a gray tank top and a pair of white shorts. I opened the door and was shocked to see Mr. Black on the door. He's still wearing the casual clothes he was wearing a while back.

His gaze was directed to my body as he stood at the opposite side of the door. He then lifted his gaze and looked at me. "You look hot, Miss Campbell." He uttered as he raised his hand holding a brown paper bag. "Brought you dinner..." he smiled.

I bit my lip and tried to mask the shock in my system. I opened the door wider and offered him to come in.

He was looking around my apartment as he entered. I closed the door and locked it behind me. He smiled and looked at me. "Your home is decent." He commented.

I nodded and smiled weakly before taking the paper bag from his hand, putting it on the kitchen table. "It's smaller than your office, Sir." I replied.

He chuckled and walked to my back. My eyes widened as he trapped me in between the kitchen table and his body. "I like small places..." he said as he planted kisses on my earlobe down to my shoulder.

I tilted my head. It still tickles.

"Hmm...you smell so damn good," he sniffed my hair.

I gulped. "I-I took a bath..." I stuttered.

"I'm sure you did." He replied and continued kissing me on the shoulder and neck. "Baby, what did the doctor say?" He asked as his hands roamed inside my tank top.

His touch sent butterflies in my stomach and blocked all electric activity to my brain. It seemed I was so lost in his touch and kisses. I couldn't think of anything else other than the way his hands traced my body.

"We...need...to...use...condoms...f-for...seven...days..." My voice is strained because of his touch. I was surprised to even finish a whole sentence.

"Hmm...seven days is too long..." His husky voice sent shivers to my spine. "But I'll succumb to the order..." He said before unclasping my brassier.

He cupped my breasts, massaging each of them with his calloused palms. His rough palms helped in increasing the pleasure building up inside of me. I started moaning while my hands gripped on the edge of the table.

"Baby, your body is driving me crazy..." he whispered as his thumbs rolled my nipples, pulling them erect and hard.

"Oh!" I moaned as one of his hands travelled down my stomach, unbuttoning my shorts. He inserted his fingers inside my underwear and massaged my clit.

My knees trembled as he rolled his fingers over my sweet spot. "Mr. Black..." I was out of breath as I tightened my grip on the edge of the table.

He kissed my jaw before turning me around, making me face him. His lips crashed to mine as soon as I faced him, owning every corner of my small cavern. He thrusted his tongue inside my mouth multiple times making me moan through the kiss.

He removed his hand inside my underwear and carried me towards the couch without breaking the kiss. I immediately snaked my arms around his neck, pulling his face close to mine even more. I sucked on his lower lip as he placed me slowly on the couch.