My Boss, My Man

Chapter 2

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Mr. Fancy arse name lives in a posh hotel. Wow.

"It's temporary. I had to be here on a short notice so.. I am looking for a permanent place to stay.."

"Oh okay. Why would I care? This is only a one night thing."

He gives me an inscrutable look. "Fuck, did I say that out loud?"

He nods, trying not to smile.

"On second thoughts, good. I don't care. All I care about is being fucked so good and hard right now."

"I can help you with that.." He says as ensnares his hands around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I can feel his breath on my face. I can smell him. He smells like musk and whiskey, delicious. I hope I am not smelling like trash. I look into his eyes, like really focus and he doesn't seem repelled by me so I guess I am doing just fine.

He crashes his lips onto mine and there are fireworks exploding inside my head and body, I fucking swear. He kisses me patiently and delicately, like we have all the time in the world. I move my hands on his back and slide them up and grab his hair. Oh, so silky. We are kissing each other, well more like tongue- ing each other to be honest, before he pulls back and I am panting trying to catch my breath. Fuck, I am all wet and sweaty already. Fuck, that was hot. He lets go of me and grabs the remote of the AC and lowers the temperature of the room and then smiles at me.

He walks toward me, turns me around and slowly zips down my little, black dress and then runs his hand all over my back. I am breathing so heavily he'd think I have asthma or something. I hope he doesn't think that. Not that I care, but still.

He then gently moves the strap of the dress from my shoulders with his fingers and turns me around. He gasps appreciatively and eye fucks me for a whole minute before I bring him back from his reverie. "I told you I look really hot in black," I tell him.

He turns me around again and slides his hands from my waist upwards and cups my breasts. I have great breasts. I am proud of my babies.

"Yes, you did. Only, I didn't imagine you to look this smokin' hot." He whispers in my ears and I go weak in my knees against his body.

Did I tell you that this man smells delicious? Well, he feels even better against my body. He takes his time with me. He looks at me. He is patient. He is a man. I mean, obviously he is a man ha, but like he's a man man. Mature, patient and ohsogentle when he wants to be. Unlike you know, boys. I like him. Maybe a bit too much already. So, guess it's a good thing that's this is only a one night thing happening here and we're literally never going to see other again! That thought is a teeny tiny bit sad, that it makes me brave. I try err..things that I had wanted to try for some time but never had the courage to so far, those weird fantasies. I could always blame it on the alcohol in the morning. Damn, maybe it is the alcohol that is making me so bold. I chance a look at Keith amidst all the passion that we seem to be totally involved in and he seems to be enjoying himself based totally on the kind of noises he's making right now. Well, they are more like huffs and grunts but oh-so-sexy.  After the mind numbing sex, we are both lying down and staring at ceiling. Our bodies are entwined in a way that seems quiet impractical right now. I mean, how did we even get into a position like this?

We both try to get up at the same time and then fall back on the bed because we are somehow entangled in a mess of bedsheets. My body aches and I feel pukish and light headed. It is fucking morning already.

"Hey beautiful," He leans in to kiss me and his smell, the overpowering manly smell that I love is too much for my stomach right now. I push him back and empty the content of my stomach on the beautiful, velvet maroon carpet on the floor.

He gives me the same look as he did last night at the bar- the one that said he couldn't decide whether I was adorable or annoying. I'd ask him to stick to unbelievable if he'd ask me.

"At least it wasn't on your face you know.. and on the bright side it's not even your carpet! I mean we could have been in your bedroom!"

"And that's not even the most embarrassing thing that I  have done all night, right? I mean I slapped .." He was screaming "Oh baby, Oh Laila just like that.." and I slapped him square on the face before realising that's what I told him my name was. Thankfully, he is not a misogynistic asshole with ego the size of a watermelon so he  accepted my apology gracefully. I really, truly was sorry.

He just raises an eyebrow at me and I balk. "All I mean is that it could have been worse..."

"Would you like to have breakfast together?"

"Of all the things you could have said to me, this wasn't exactly what I was expecting.." I pull the sheets upto my chest and sit up cheerfully.

"So... Is that a yes?"

"Yes! Can we go and devour some chocolate pancakes though? I am totally craving something chocolate-ty right now!" He shrugs like he couldn't care less and lies back down on the bed.