My New Boss Ch. 02

The morning passed without incident. I kept myself busy with Paul's schedule for the week. He had two important meetings with potential clients this week and I knew that he also needed a staff meeting squeezed in at some point. Around 11am, my phone let off a little ring, alerting me that I had an email of my own.

I picked up my phone and scrolled to my messages.

Paul Taylor

Subject: Lunch date (10:57am)

It's ok to call this a date, right? I hope so.

I was thinking about taking you to Barolo. A quiet place downtown.

Or do you have another preference?

Let me know.

Paul

By the way, I know I told you this morning, but it bears repeating: seeing you walk around

the office today in that outfit has made my first morning here absolutely incredible. Getting

work done has been nearly impossible, though, thanks to that button you neglected to close

while getting dressed this morning...

My heart skipped a beat. Then another beat. It was that moment that I finally confirmed that the flirtation that I felt on Friday afternoon, and our brief encounter this morning, were not all in my head after all. But how? How on Earth can a man this beautiful, this successful, want anything to do with me?

I sat at my desk, knowing full well that Paul was most likely watching my reaction to his email. I thought briefly about how important it was to remain professional. There is no way I could risk my job. With a bad job market, student loans to pay and bills up to my eyeballs, the last thing I needed was to compromise my job security. I glanced up from my desk and had a clear view into his office. He was on the phone, pacing in front of his desk. He leaned against the front of it, crossed one ankle over the other and casually glanced up. Our eyes met. He smiled. THAT smile. The one that made my knees shake. The smile that made me stare at his mouth and start dreaming of what it would feel like pressed against mine. The mouth that I masturbated to this morning.

In that moment, all thoughts of job security and professionalism went out the window.

I decided then and there to play his little game. It was totally out of character for me, but after the last few months I'd had, I needed this excitement. I decided that after being in a relationship for an entire year, being faithful and in love, only to have him sleep with someone else behind my back, after all that....I was ready to have a little fun of my own. I have no idea where my bravery came from, but I felt the passion for this man take over. I quickly typed a reply.

Brooke Kelley

Subject: It's a date (11:01am)

Absolutely. It's a date.

I've never been to Barolo. I'm sure it will be wonderful...although perhaps not as wonderful

as the company I will have. I'm just finishing up a few loose ends from this morning. I will

be ready to leave whenever you are done with your calls, Mr. Taylor.

Brooke

Oh, and in regards to the button I neglected this morning, I will admit, it was an intentional

oversight. I can button up if you'd prefer? I'd hate for your work to suffer, after all.

*SEND*

I mentally smacked my forehead. Why am I doing this? Flirting with my brand new boss? This is such a bad idea. I peeked up at Paul. He was still on the phone, but now he was standing behind his desk, talking and scrolling down his iPad as he talked. I saw him pause, read something, then look up in my direction. I reached down slowly to button my shirt up a little and he slowly shook his head 'no'. I smiled and lifted my ample chest up, stretching my shirt out just enough to make him realize that I was fine with leaving it the way it was. I grinned and turned back to my desk to finish my work before lunch. My heart was racing. I could feel my pussy starting to dampen. He wanted to see my body. He's been looking at it all morning.

"How in the hell am I going to keep my composure while sitting across from this man at lunch," I wondered. "My pussy is aching for him already...just from a couple emails." I groaned inwardly. Not knowing what to expect in the next hour ahead of me.

About 40 minutes later, I was filing away some of Mr. Howard's paperwork that I needed to mail out later in the week. I turned around and bent down into the lowest drawer in my cabinet. My skirt was considerably short, and judging by the breeze I felt, quite a bit of my ass was exposed. I smiled to myself as I heard him approaching my desk, knowing full well that he was going to see right up my skirt. I kept my legs straight and bent right over at my waist.

I heard him when he reached my desk. I pretended to be looking through a folder. He was quiet for a few seconds, then he softly cleared his throat.

"Ahem...Ms. Kelley?"

I stood up as if I was startled. "Oh, I'm sorry! Let me just put this away and I'll grab my things."

"Please. Take your time." he grinned.

I smiled. "No really, I'm ready. Let's go."

I knew my cheeks were flushed. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as we waited for the elevator. Thankfully, most of the employees had already left for lunch or were busy in the break room. The office was pretty quiet and no one but Paul caught my little peep show. The elevator opened and we stepped inside.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Yes. Very."

"Good. I think you'll enjoy this place."

As the doors opened at the ground level, he reached out and put his hand on my side to escort me out of the elevator. I felt him squeeze my hip gently. As if my hormones weren't already flying high, this small gesture sent them into overdrive. How does he do it? He's barely touched me and only mildly flirted with me, yet I'm ready to drop my panties and ride his cock right here in the lobby? This is crazy. He kept his hand on my back as he lead me to the parking garage. Being the head of one of the most lucrative companies in the building, naturally he had VIP parking in the garage, just as Mr. Howard had. He was soon opening the passenger side door of a very shiny, very masculine, black sports car.

The seats were low to the ground, and I smiled at him as I slid into the soft leather. "Thank you, Mr. Taylor."

As I slid my legs into the car, I let my skirt ride up, almost to the point of indecency. It didn't go unnoticed.

He stood, his gaze slowly dragging up my legs to my waist, my cleavage and ultimately, my eyes. I bit softly into my bottom lip.

He smiled and nodded his head. He closed the door and walked around to the driver's side.

The car smelled like Paul. Warm leather, thick, masculine cologne. Everything was turning me on today and this car was no exception. It was just like him. Smooth, masculine and powerful. Very sexy.

He slid into his seat, pressed a button on the dash and the engine roared to life. He pulled out of the garage and merged into the mid-day traffic with ease.

We drove in silence for a few moments, when he reached over and held my wrist.

"Thanks for coming out with me today. I really do want to get to know you better. We're going to be spending so much time together, after all."

"No, absolutely. In order to work for you, I need to know all about you. Your likes, dislikes, the things that make you tick...."

He squeezed my wrist a little tighter, glanced over and laughed gently.

"What makes me tick, huh? And why would that be important?" he glanced in his side mirror and switched lanes on the busy one-way street.

"Well, I'm your assistant. The more I know about you, the better."

"I suppose that's true."

I leaned his way as he made sharp left turn. His hand slipped from my wrist to my thigh. He didn't take his hand away. He just briefly looked at me, then back to the street.

"Brooke. I have to be honest. I've been telling myself all morning that I need to remain professional. I sent that email and as soon as I sent it, I was kicking myself. Then, you replied..." he brushed his fingers down my thigh, towards my knee "and since then, all I've wanted to do was to get you alone so I could get my hands on the body that's been teasing me since Friday."

He rolled to a slow stop at a red light. I took a deep breath.

"I've been telling myself the same thing since Friday. Listen, Mr. Taylor...I am attracted to you. Very attracted to you, and I've been playing along with this all morning, but here's the thing. I can't risk my job. Whatever this...thing...we're feeling is, I just can't jeopardize anything. I'm not in the position to be losing anything just because of some crush that I have on my handsome boss. I probably shouldn't have been so flirtatious. And honestly? I have no idea why I am acting like this. I'm just finding it impossible not to let my thoughts drift away when I'm around you. My head says one thing, my body says another."

"So you feel it, too?"

"Well, of course. Your hand is on my leg and I haven't moved it." I laughed.

"I've noticed. So, you don't want to risk losing your job. That's your only concern?"

"It's a pretty big concern, though. Wouldn't you say?"

The light turned green. The powerful car surged forward and his hand slid a little closer to my, now throbbing pussy.

"Well, here's the thing Brooke. I'm the kind of man that gets what he wants. And I want you. You're all I thought about this weekend. You're all I've thought about all morning. We're both adults. I know you've had messy relationships in the past, but this doesn't have to be like that. I'm not looking for a girlfriend. You're not looking for a boyfriend. But the attraction we feel is undeniable. I know they say not to mix business with pleasure, but I think we should make an exception."

His long fingers started rubbing slow circles in my inner thighs, dancing from one to the other. I closed my eyes. I let out a soft, shaky sigh.

"Now, normally, I wouldn't have acted on anything. Maybe a little harmless flirting," he slowly inched his fingers up my skirt, underneath the small amount of fabric still keeping my panties covered. He traced his fingers over the lace on my stockings, taking a second to run his finger underneath the lace. Then he pressed his fingers into my soft, warm mound. "But this....this has me as hard as a teenager right now."

I opened my eyes and rolled my head towards him. Sure enough, his hard dick was completely obvious.

"Ohhh...Are you sure this is a good idea, Mr. Taylor?"

He took his hand from between my warm thighs, pulled my hand across the gear shift and placed it on his firm dick.

"Brooke, trust me. This is a great idea. I'm going to do things to you that you've only dreamed about."

My brain was telling me that getting sexually involved with my boss was a horrible idea. But my pussy was telling me that the throbbing cock underneath my palm was totally worth the risk.

I moaned softly and started running my fingers up and down the length of his growing erection. He groaned quietly. Even though it was covered, I knew by feeling it that this was going to be the biggest dick I'd ever had and just the thought of it made me squeeze my legs together involuntarily. Ok. I'd heard enough. Risk or no risk, this man had me more turned on in the course of one short car ride than most of the other men I'd been with combined. I'd definitely heard, (and felt) enough.

"Ok, Mr. Taylor. You're right. We're both adults. I'm up for having a little fun, Sir."

He pulled up outside of the restaurant. He turned and leaned over in my seat, getting just inches from my mouth.

"Good. Because we're here. Let the fun begin, baby."

He pressed his soft lips against mine. Those lips. The ones I'd been thinking about for days now. He cupped his left hand around my neck and jaw and squeezed firmly before pulling away from me.

"Lets go get some lunch," he said as he leaned to get out of the car, "oh...I wanted to tell you, I really like it when you call me 'Sir'" . He grinned in that way that makes me shiver.

He stepped out of the car with ease, tossed the keys at the valet and walked around to let me out. I stood as gracefully as possibly, given the fact that my heart and pussy were pulsing simultaneously. Paul reached for the door and gestured for me to enter first. His hand found that spot on my hip, yet again as we were ushered to a quiet, semi-secluded table in the back.

"Mr. Taylor, welcome back" greeted the hostess "Your server will be right with you."

"Thank you, Serena," he replied as he pulled out my chair

"I take it that you come here frequently?" I smiled.

"I know the owner. Good guy. Great atmosphere, wouldn't you say?"

"Absolutely. Very nice. But, like I said...not nearly as enjoyable as the company."

"That remains to be seen," he leaned forward "I may look like a gentleman, but don't be fooled."

"I'm intrigued, tell me more."

It was at that moment, the waiter came by to take our drink orders. Not only was Paul prepared and ordered us both a glass of cabernet, he took it upon himself to order lunch as well. I'd never been in the company of someone so chivalrous, and his manners were turning me on almost as much as the memory of rubbing his cock, just a few minutes earlier. The waiter stepped away, leaving the two of us alone.

"Brooke? Hello? Where'd you go?" he chuckled as he waved a hand to get my attention.

I laughed. "I'm sorry. I seem to lose my train of thought when I'm around you."

"Oh, and what exactly were you thinking about?"

I blushed. "The ride here."

He reached forward and ran his thumb down the inside of my wrist. I felt a current of electricity run through me, just with that simple touch.

"Right. About that. I hope you're serious about wanting to see where this goes, because I really think that it could be a lot of fun for both of us."

"I'm definitely in need of some fun, Sir."

Paul grinned and nodded as the waiter placed our wine in front of us.

"Thank you," he leaned forward as the waiter walked away. "Ok, Brooke. I'm ready for a little more fun now if you are."

"Now? In the restaurant?" I was surprised. I thought we'd stick to private places, knowing that our relationship could definitely cause problems at work.

"It's ok. Don't be nervous. There's no one here that will ever know our arrangement. So here's what I want you to do. I want you to excuse yourself to the bathroom, take off your bra and your sexy little panties, put them in your purse. Then come back and enjoy lunch with me."

I hesitated. "I don't know, Paul. I'm not sure how I feel about sitting here without underwear on."

"Listen. I told you in the car that I'm used to getting what I want. There's nothing to be worried about. Your body is incredible and I want to see as much of it as possible between now and when I'm finally able to get you naked," I felt his hand grip my knee firmly under the table. "And since I can't very well make you get naked here and now, getting quick peaks during lunch will just have to do. Go." he nodded behind him towards the restrooms.

I looked at him nervously, then grabbed my clutch and stood. I walked towards the bathroom, half humiliated by what I was about to do, and half so incredibly excited I could barely keep from running.

I stepped into the modern restroom and headed to the stall. I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it off and removed my bra. I felt the cool air hit my breasts and my sensitive nipples immediately stood to attention. I shivered and put my shirt back on. I braced my hand on the wall and slowly slid my panties down to my knees, then down to my ankles, pulling them off quickly. They were soaked with my wetness. Paul had absolutely no idea what he was doing to me...or did he?

I rolled my undergarments tightly and stuffed them into my large clutch purse. I straightened my clothing and stepped out into the powder area. I looked at the full mirror. I had a flushed appearance, my nipples were tight and straining against the fabric of my white linen shirt. My black pumps elongated my legs. I looked good. If Paul wanted a peak or two during lunch, he was certainly going to get it!

I grabbed the door handle and took a deep breath.

"Here you go, Brooke. All in. Act confident." I thought.

I opened the door and the rush of cool air only made my nipples harder. The sensation of the fabric against my skin was sending jolts of pleasure straight to my, already stimulated pussy.

I got back to the table and Paul stood upon my return.

As I leaned forward to sit down, I saw him glance down my blouse. He smiled and looked right in my eyes.

"Your breasts are absolutely stunning, Brooke." he whispered "I can't wait to get my hands on them."

His words made me shudder. I'm not sure who was more anxious for his hands to be on my breasts, him or me. I couldn't wait to feel him drag his fingers across my skin. To run circles around my nipples with his fingertips. To pull them, to kiss them, to bite them gently....

Now I understand why it was so important for me to take my bra and panties off. Delayed gratification. He's building the pressure slowly.

"Mmm. Thank you. I can't wait either."

"What about your panties? Those are off, too, correct?" he said softly

"Yes, Sir." I nodded slowly.

"Hand them to me. No one is here. No one will see."

I reached into my purse and pulled out my wet, lace thong. I slipped it to him as discreetly as possible.

He brought my thong into his lap. I could see him examine it, then put it into his jacket pocket.

"Very wet, Brooke. Am I to assume that you are enjoying yourself?"

"Very much, Mr. Taylor."

"Good, so am I." he leaned back and I could see him examining my chest. Just the idea that a man this attractive was getting pleasure from my body was nearly more than I could handle. Soon, our lunch arrived and we enjoyed more than just our sexual connection. We had a good conversation. It really was like a fantastic first date, with a little kink and a lot of sexual tension thrown in. Not a single thing about it felt like a business lunch. Even our significant age difference wasn't an issue. We both finished our meals and were enjoying the last of our wine, when I guess he had enough conversation. His voice dropped and he pulled his chair a little closer to mine. He put his hand on the back of my chair and leaned down to my ear.

"I want you to unbutton another button your blouse, Brooke. Let me see your tits."

I pulled back and stared at him. He can't be serious....

"I don't think...." I started.

"Don't think. Just do it. Or I can do it for you. I want to see the tits that have kept my dick hard through my entire meal."

I glanced over my shoulder. No one was close enough or interested enough in us to realize what was going on. Besides, my back was to everyone and no one would see anyway. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky sigh as my hands reached up to undo another button. He hooked his index finger onto the remaining buttons and pulled my shirt away from my skin. He had a direct view into my blouse. My brown nipples were as hard as I'd ever seen them. They were pulled tight into perfect points on top of my full, soft breasts.

Paul exhaled deeply and groaned an almost inaudible groan. Before I knew what was happening, I felt his warm hand dip into my shirt and latch onto my right breast. He cupped it from underneath, then let his thumb and index finger slide up and pinch my nipple. He slowly added pressure, pulling my hard nipple harder and harder still. I closed my eyes and moaned a little louder than I should have.

He leaned into my ear.

"Shh, baby. There will be plenty of time for noise later. I just couldn't help but get my hands on these perfect tits before we head back to the office." He pinched my nipple tightly, then released it, letting his fingernails drag against my sensitive flesh before pulling his hand out all together. He gently kissed my neck and whispered, "They're fucking perfect. Can't wait to taste them." He slowly pulled his hand out of my shirt and pushed his chair back where it belonged.