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Steven hopped in. His eyes darted from one part of my ample body to another, like a kid in a candy shop who had too many delights to look at and didn’t know where to start.
“Wash my back,” I said, handing him the loofah sponge.
“Yes, ma’am. With pleasure.”
He lathered me up, but soon the sponge fell to the floor next to my feet. His growing erection pressed against my back as he wrapped his arms around my chest, resting his chin on my head.
“Your smell is intoxicating,mon étoile.” He held me in his embrace as the water cascaded over us.
His star? I liked it when he called me that. Was I his shining star? “What do I smell like?”
“Star anise.”
Oh. That’s why he called me his star. So much for my romantic idea that I was a shining star in his life.
He growled into my neck, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I placed my hands over his and guided them to my breasts. Not that he needed much coaxing. His fingers expertly twisted, pinched, and caressed my nipples, sending ripples of bliss throughout me.
I arched my back and tilted my head to look up at him.
His eyes expressed more than his words. They revealed the same theme every day. Primal hunger. Burning desire. No matter how often he took me, those eyes still had the same expression as they had on Christmas Eve. The same as the first time he saw me naked on his desk.
An intern and her boss: Forbidden.
Sex at the office: Grounds for immediate dismissal.
A man twice my age: Taboo.
He bent down, kissed my cheek, and nibbled on my ear. I reached down and traced circles on my clit.
“Tsk!” He batted my hand away. “That’s my job.” Expert fingers found my nub without hesitation and massaged little figures of eight. His other hand kept the same pace on one of my breasts.
In less than four days, he had become an expert in all that was Laura’s libido. He must have taken mental notes whenever I reacted to his touches. He was a generous lover and a quick learner. My man. My boss.
My hands had nothing to do, so I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his thick hair. My climax was so close. I shifted to the left, angling my other breast into the stream of a jet. The warm water pulsed on my nipple.
Triple treat!
“Ohhhh, Steven!”
And ohhhh, jet!
Steven turned me around, placed his hands on my butt, and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. My thighs might have been soft and curvy, but they had incredible strength. I clamped them around his hips and maneuvered my body so that his cock was at my opening.
He wasn’t holding me in place. I was holding myself in the position I wanted to be in. I lowered myself a fraction of an inch and let his tip feel my wetness and warmth.
Steven groaned and dug his fingers into my ass. He tugged me toward him, trying to lower me onto his cock, but I wouldn’t let him.
I rolled my hips so I could feel his tip circling my clit. Teasing him. Pleasuring me.
Once I had thoroughly enjoyed the sensation to the fullest, I slowly lowered myself another inch, only letting his tip penetrate me. He tried to yank me down onto him again, but I tightened my thighs.
I had full control. And the feeling was exhilarating. It wasn’t the power I was getting off on. But the fact that a man, who let no one dictate what he should or could do, letmetake control. And I had become bolder with each passing day.
At first, I was hesitant to take the reins. At work, I was his subordinate and he, the boss. I had to take his orders when it came to work. But between the sheets—and on the dining room table, kitchen island, couch, against the wall, and in the shower—he gradually submitted to my wishes.
He had struggled over the last seventy-two hours to relinquish control. His progress was impressive.
I lifted myself up and down, slowly gliding myself on…off…and back on but only taking in an inch of him. I continued in beat with the jazzy tune of “Smooth Operator” that was playing in the shower.
