TWO WEEKS LATER…
Lilly
When I’d first setfoot on the front porch of Luke’s cabin, I never would have believed that in just a few weeks I’d be half naked, sitting cross-legged on a pile of blankets in front of a roaring fire, sipping a glass of whiskey, playing a game of chess. With myboss,no less.
And I would have thought you completely insane had you told me that I’d be doing all of that after having not one, not two, butthreemind blowing orgasms compliments of my boss, less than an hour beforehand.
It was crazy how fast things could change.
Not that I’m complaining. Because I’m most certainly not.
Working with Luke, while frustrating at first, has proven to be really engaging.
After getting through the basics of organizing his chaos, he started to show me some of his client files and ask my opinion on their portfolios and what investments I would make.
To my surprise, my grumpy mountain man actually listened. He didn’t always agree with me. At least not right away, but he would ask insightful questions, without dismissing my thoughts out of hand, and more than once he’d actually taken my suggestions.
When we weren’t working. We were fucking.
Another thing I never would have expected after walking away from my fiancé, still a virgin, only a few weeks ago. But ouroff-the-clockactivities had become some of my favorite parts of the day.
It probably had something to do with all the orgasms Luke pulled out of me. Each one stronger than the last.
Obviously, I don’t have a lot of experience with men or sex, but I’m an eager student, and Luke is a very patient—andthorough—teacher. We’ve had sex almost every day, sometimes more than once, and I still can’t get enough.
There’s so much to learn. And as much as I don’t want to think about it, so little time to learn it.
Like I always do, I push thoughts of our one-month trial period ticking down out of my head and focus on the moment at hand. And the very handsome, very large, and very muscular half-naked man in front of me.
He slides a pawn one spot diagonally to the right before sitting back and picking up his whiskey.
“It took you ten minutes to decide on that?” I tease, examining the chessboard.
“I was a little distracted.”
When I look up, his eyes are on me, slowly taking in every inch of me with a gaze so hot, I can feel myself start to heat from his intensity.
“Focus,” I tell him as I move one of my own pieces into position. “You’re the one who wanted to play.”
“Only because we need something to do that doesn’t involve spreadsheets or me driving my cock into your tight pussy.”
My cheeks flare hot and red, my core aching in a Pavlovian response to his dirtytalk. The way he so casually says filthy things never fails to get a reaction from me. It’s become commonplace for him to make little comments while we’re working to get a reaction out of me.
Earlier today, he slipped a reference to making me come on his beard while I was trying to run through his schedule with him.
It always has the desired effect. Not that I need any motivation to want him. I’m in a constant state of desire when it comes to my boss.
Nothing about it is okay.
Well, that’s not entirely true. There is alotokay about this situation. Mainly, the fact that the sex is insane, and more and more, I’m really starting to like the man I’m getting to know.
It’s everything else that’s problematic.
“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” I blurt out in an effort to distract myself from the image he’s painted for me with his words because he’s right. Wedoneed something to do together that doesn’t involve work or sex.
“I’m a father,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “I have a successful financial business, and?—”
“Something I don’t know.” I give him a pointed look.
