My New Boss Ch. 09

To say that Paul had a busy Tuesday was an understatement. Not long after we went back upstairs after our rendezvous in the storage room, we were both flooded with work. He, with endless phone calls and work approvals, me with staff meeting prep. Paul had also requested a quick write up of each employee's job description and work history, so in my spare time I was busy preparing those as well.

Occasionally we would catch each other's eye and smile, knowing exactly what the other person was thinking. Neither of us could wait to get our hands on each other.

Around 2pm, someone tapped quietly on my desk. I looked up and saw Darrin. He was sliding his jacket on.

"Hey Darrin. Headed to lunch?"

"No. I have to leave early today, before coming back for the meeting."

"Oh that's right. You told me that this morning. Sorry. My brain is fried at this point." I said, motioning to my paper-cluttered desk.

"I think we all feel that way. Trying to impress the new boss and all."

"Right." I laughed nervously.

"So, you going to save me a seat at the meeting tonight?" he asked flirtatiously.

"Um...yeah. Sure." I smiled.

"Great. I'll see you later, Brooke."

Darrin headed for the elevator, waving briefly into Paul's office. I looked up and realized that Paul was standing behind his desk, staring at us. He waved politely at Darrin. I glanced at the clock and realized that neither Paul or I had stopped for lunch. I grabbed my phone and purse and walked to his office door. I knocked as I entered.

"Excuse me, Mr. Taylor. I'm going to go to the deli across the street. Is there anything you'd like me to bring you? I know you haven't eaten since your breakfast meeting."

Paul just crossed his arms and stared at me.

"Can you sit for a minute, Brooke?"

"Um...yes." Confused, I walked in and sat down in the modern leather chair across from his desk. He sat slowly into his seat and leaned forward.

"Who was that employee you were talking to? David? Derek?"

"Darrin. He's a photo editor, Sir."

"Darrin. How long has Darrin worked here?"

"Well, I think he's been here a little longer than I have. Maybe 5 years or so? I can pull his file and bring it to you." I went to stand up. He held up his hand to stop me.

"No, no need. I just wanted to know a little more about the other guy in the office that wants to fuck you, that's all." He grinned broadly.

I laughed and shook my head. "It's not like that. Darrin has been flirting a little lately, but he's harmless. Besides, I'm a little preoccupied with another man in the office."

"Oh yeah? That's one lucky bastard."

"I'm pretty sure that I'm the lucky one, Sir."

Paul grinned and folded his hands in front of him. I could see his eyes wandering over my body, at the tie on my dress, my cleavage, the way my dress rode subtly up my thigh when I crossed my legs. I kept staring at his hands and his lips, remembering the places that they had been and dreaming of having them there once more. The sexual tension was building all over again. It was impossible to be in a room together and have to fight the urge to rip each other's clothes off. I needed to get ahold of myself, so I stood.

"What would you like to eat, Mr. Taylor?"

"Do you really want to know?" he said with a grin.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Let me rephrase that, Sir, what kind of sandwich would you like from the deli?" I said, shaking my head at his reference.

He smiled. "Turkey on wheat, lettuce, tomato...and how about a large coffee. Black, tw-"

"Black, two sugars. Absolutely, Sir." I interrupted.

"It's only Day Two, and you already remember how I take my coffee?"

"I told you that I would do my best to be a great Assistant, Mr. Taylor."

"You weren't lying." he laughed.

"I'll be back in about 20 minutes," I said. I turned and walked out, looking back over my shoulder as I waited for the elevator. Sure enough, he was watching. He gave me a quick wink as I stepped on, before the doors closed between us. I sighed and leaned my head against the wall. He always had his eye on me, it seemed. It made me feel desired and sexy....two things that I hadn't felt in a very long time. I realized at that moment that I was going to have to be very careful and guard my emotions. Paul was stirring up feelings in me that would eventually make me want more than just 'office fun'. I knew that wasn't what he wanted, so I vowed to myself to just focus on the sex and nothing else.

I stepped out of the elevator and walked across the street to the small deli. As I waited for our food, my phone buzzed. I smiled and fished it out of my purse.

Paul Taylor: Spend the night with me.

Brooke Kelley: Tonight?

Paul Taylor: Yes. Go home from the meeting, grab whatever you need and I'll send a cab for you at 9pm.

Brooke Kelley: I don't know...are you sure?

Paul Taylor: I'm tired of telling you, Brooke. Everything is going to be fine. I promise. You have to learn to trust me.

Brooke Kelley: What about work in the morning?

Paul Taylor: I'll drive separate. I'll have a cab bring you into work. Just bring whatever you need to my place. I want to wake up with you.

I shivered. I wanted to wake up with Paul, too. Every morning since I'd met him, he had been the first thing on my mind. It would be amazing to wake up next to him. I could wake up pressed against his body, letting my hands glide over his warm skin. I could wake him up by putting his hard dick in my.....

"Hey lady! Here's your food!" the deli cashier yelled. Clearly, I hadn't heard the first time he called for me. I blinked and realized that there was a line of people waiting behind me.

"I'm sorry. Thank you." I grabbed the bags, blushed and walked back to our building.

Once I reached our floor, I went straight to the break room to get Paul's coffee. What was in the pot wasn't fresh, so I emptied it and started a new one. As I waited, I heard someone come in behind me. I turned around. Paul stood in the doorway.

"You never answered my last text." he said quietly.

"I'm sorry. 9pm is fine, Sir." I smiled.

"I do have one small request." he walked in the room, closing the space between us. The closer he got, the smaller I felt.

"Whatever you need."

He smiled darkly. "Well, you have a trench coat laying across the back of your chair. I want you to wear that tonight."

I looked at him, confused by his simple request.

"I want you to wear that coat, without anything else on underneath of it." he whispered.

"You can't be serious."

"I'm completely serious."

"So..." I lowered my voice. "You want me to ride in a cab, with a stranger, completely naked except for a trench coat?"

He nodded slowly. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Taylor." I replied. I looked up at him through my thick lashes.

"Good girl." he leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. He stepped back. "Until tonight?"

I nodded slowly. He turned and walked out the door.

I exhaled. My knees felt weak, not just from his kiss, but from the way he pulled this submission out of me. He knew all the right things to say and when to say them. I wanted to do whatever he said and that may have been the most frightening thing about this entire affair.

I poured his coffee, added the sugar and walked to his office. He was on a phone call, so I just sat everything down on his desk and walked out. I sat down at my desk and stared at my food. I needed to eat, but my appetite had disappeared. All I wanted was for it to be 9pm, so I could be starting my night with Paul. I shook my head. I was at work. I had to focus. I started eating my lunch and putting the employee's meeting agendas together.

The entire time, I could feel my trench coat on the chair behind me, reminding me of the fun that I had in store for me later.

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Before I knew it, it was 5:30. Most everyone had left to grab a bite to eat before the meeting, but a few people were still hanging around the office. I grabbed all of the meeting binders that I'd worked on all day and headed to the conference room. I placed a book at each seat. I put Paul's agenda and a bottle of water for him at the head of the table. I walked to his office and knocked on the door.

"Excuse me, Mr. Taylor. Everything is ready for you in the conference room. Is there anything I can get you before we get started?" I asked.

"No thank you, Brooke. I'm fine. Thank you for everything today. You're incredible." he said. He stood up, put his phone in his pocket and walked towards the door. I started to move out of his way when I felt his hand drag against my right breast as he walked out. I gasped quietly, knowing that there were still people in the office, and more were returning every minute. I turned and looked around, but no one was nearby. Everyone was down the hall, filing into the conference room. I sighed and walked to my desk, grabbing my phone, purse and trench coat. I walked to the conference room to join the rest of the employees.

"Hey...Brooke!"

I saw Darrin, waving at me to join him and Theresa near the back of the table. I smiled politely, but inwardly I was dreading sitting next to Darrin. I knew that Paul would notice and have something to say about it later. The seats directly next to Paul were already taken, so I really had no choice but to take Darrin up on his offer.

I made my way to the back of the room and sat down next to Darrin.

"Hey guys. Thanks for the seat." I said as I placed my things on the back of my chair.

"I got here first....figured I'd save you a place so you weren't stuck sitting up front with the boss."

"Yeah. Thanks again."

"Is this supposed to take a long time? You made up the schedule for this, right?"

"About an hour and a half, I think. He needs to go over all of our current clients, potential stuff that he's working on...what his work weeks will look like, when you can expect him in and out of the office...that kind of stuff." I replied.

"Great. Well, at least I'll have something pretty to look at to keep me from falling asleep." he nudged my arm.

I didn't know what to say or do, so I just smiled and started scrolling nervously through my phone. Darrin was nice, but the attraction wasn't mutual. I didn't want to lead him on in any way. Thankfully, he started talking to Theresa and we left it at that. Shortly after, Paul walked in. His eyes immediately began to survey the room. He locked eyes with me, then glanced at Darrin. He looked back at me and subtly raised his eyebrows. I shrugged and shook my head. He just grinned and went to his seat. The chit chat died down as Paul began the meeting.

"Alright everybody. I want to start by thanking you for coming. I know that this meeting was a little last minute and I sincerely apologize. My week is filling up quickly, but I wanted the chance to sit down with everyone and have a discussion about where we are as a company, where we want to go and how it is we will get there as a team. I promise not to bore you with a bunch of useless stuff...I know that each of us has other places that we'd rather be." he smiled. A few people chuckled. I couldn't help but grin at the comment.

As Paul began the meeting, I instantly tuned out. I knew what he was going to discuss and very little of it had to do with me. My job was to work directly for him. I didn't care what clients were on the books, or what accounts everyone was dying to land. All I wanted to do was please Paul Taylor. I couldn't help but study him as he talked. I'm sure I looked very interested, but truthfully, I was only interested in his body. Even though he was older, he was in fantastic shape. Clearly he worked out regularly. The strength he had when he held me against the storage shelves this morning proved that. I smiled at the memory of his body slamming into me, driving his dick deeper into me with each thrust. I thought about the sounds that he'd made as we fucked. The groans of pleasure, the deep, masculine grunts as he shot his cum deep inside of me. Everything about Paul was rugged and sexual. I glanced around the table. Most of the men were paying attention, but the women...they were enthralled, hanging onto Paul's every word. I grinned as I realized that every other woman in the room was probably doing exactly what I was doing. We were mentally undressing and fucking Paul Taylor.

I bit my lip softly at the realization that while everyone else might want him, in just a few short hours, he would be buried deep inside of me and only me. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the familiar pressure building in my pussy. Paul made brief eye contact with me a few times during the meeting, but each of us was able to stay surprisingly professional.

The meeting went on without a hitch. About halfway through, Paul had each employee read through some lists of potential clients, and write down ways in which we could pull them into our design firm. Everyone talked quietly as they read through the lists, making notes and brainstorming ideas off of one another. Darrin leaned over to me and whispered a joke about one of the potential clients on the list. I giggled and nodded. Soon after, my phone buzzed. I had a text from Paul.

Paul Taylor: I might be running a meeting here, but I know flirtation when I see it. That kid wants you.

I looked up at him and shook my head.

Brooke Kelley: You're wrong. There is nothing going on. Never has, never will. He isn't my type at all.

Paul Taylor: What is your type?

I smiled as I typed my response.

Brooke Kelley: The sexy, powerful, older man in a position of authority type. Know anyone like that?

I looked up at Paul as he read the message. He grinned and looked up at me.

Everyone started to have a broader discussion, putting a quick end to our texting. I put my phone away and listened as everyone talked through their ideas. Even Sharon, who was finally starting to look human again after her party last night, was participating in the discussion. The staff was excited and the meeting was dynamic. Paul hit on each of the points he was hoping to make, then dismissed everyone, thanking them for the productive meeting. There was an excitement with the staff that I hadn't seen for a long time. Everyone left the meeting ready to tackle their work in the morning. I walked to my desk, closing things up as everyone got their belongings and started to leave. I sat down at my desk, filing away a few extra papers, trying to look busy and kill time. I groaned quietly as Darrin approached my desk.

"You leaving, Brooke? I can give you a ride home if you want."

"No, that's ok. Don't wait. I've got to get this stuff put away and I only live a few blocks away. I'll be fine. Thanks anyway, though!" I said politely.

"Well, anytime you need a ride...just let me know." he nodded and walked towards the rest of the crowd waiting on the elevator. I couldn't tell if there was a hidden sexual innuendo in what he said or not. I just dismissed it and finished what I was doing.

Finally, as the last few people were leaving, I started to put on my jacket, giving them the impression that I would be the next to leave. They waved as the elevator doors closed. I looked around. It was silent. I dropped my trench back on my desk and walked to Paul's office. I went in without knocking and walked directly behind his desk. An hour and a half of watching his lips and his hands and the bulge in his pants was too much. I knew that we had the whole night ahead of us, but I needed a little preview.

As I walked behind his desk, he turned in his chair and faced me.

"Is everyone gone, Brooke?"

I nodded slowly. I leaned down and pressed my mouth against his. He sighed softly and the muffled sound of his pleasure nearly did me in. Normally it was me that was caught off guard and aroused. I don't think he suspected that I'd come right in and kiss him like that. It was nice to be the one surprising him for a change.

I took his stubbly face in my hands and pulled his lips deeper into my own. My hands glided around his head and I weaved my fingers into his soft hair. His quiet sighs quickly turned into deep groans. He stood up and took my face in his hands. He crushed his thick lips against mine. I grabbed onto his wrists as he held my head in place. I dug my nails into his skin. I kissed him back with all the pent up passion that I'd held in today. His tongue worked it's way between my lips and soon began to dance with mine. I could feel the rush of hormones hit me. He pulled his mouth off of mine, grabbed me roughly by the waist and sat me on the edge of his desk.

"I've wanted to kiss you like this all day, Brooke." he said as he kissed my neck. I groaned, tilting my head back, giving him easier access to my flesh.

"Mmmm. Me too." I moaned. He smiled against my neck. His lips worked their way up behind my ear, sending a shiver through my body as he sucked gently on my skin. My hands moved to unwrap my dress. Paul stepped back. I could see his erection pushing against his pants. I reached out and gently rubbed my palm against it. He exhaled and closed his eyes.

"Stop. Not here. I want to get you home. I don't want a quick fuck on my desk. I want to take my time. Besides, I have plans for this gorgeous body." he said as he stepped towards me again, gripping both of my breasts in his hands. I moaned loudly as the pressure on my breasts connected immediately with the deep hunger in my pussy. He stepped back again, pulling me off of his desk and setting me on my feet. He bent down and kissed me deeply.

"A cab will pick you up at 9pm. You remember what I told you? Only your trench coat."

I nodded, my breathing unsteady.

"My door will be unlocked. Just come in and lock the door behind you. Understand?"

"Yes."

He looked at his watch. "Ok. Then I'll see you in about an hour, Brooke." he grinned and grabbed my face again. "Tonight is going to be incredible."

I smiled. I knew that was true. I'd made out with him for less than 5 minutes and I was already desperate for him to impale me with his thick cock. I could only imagine what an entire night alone with him would be like. I had no idea what he had in store for me, but I knew that there was nothing I wouldn't let him do to me. Whatever he wanted, he could have. The sexual hold that this man had over me in just a few short days was alarming, but I couldn't help myself. I needed him to be inside of me.

I blew out a shaky breath and straightened my dress. I turned around and started to walk out of his office without saying a word. The sooner I got out of there, the sooner I could get to Paul's house. I slipped my trench coat on and walked to the elevator. I saw Paul turn off his office light and follow behind me. He smiled down at me, placing his heavy left hand around my waist. It took me a second to remember that we were alone, but once I did, I relaxed and rested my head against him. His hand slid down and grabbed my ass tightly through my dress. The doors opened and we stepped inside. He pressed the ground floor button, and the doors closed softly. I stepped towards him, pushing him gently against the elevator wall. I pressed my body into his, resting my hands on his belt. He kissed me again, and I returned it passionately, sliding my hands up his stomach and resting them on his muscular chest. All too suddenly, the elevator glided to a stop. I stepped away from him, groaning out of pure sexual frustration. Paul laughed.

We walked out into the empty lobby. He motioned for me to follow him.

"Come on. It's late. You don't need to walk home alone. Let me drive you."

I happily followed him to the parking garage and to his car. It made a soft alarm sound as he unlocked it. He rushed over to open my door for me.

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor." I said seductively as I sat down into the low, leather seats. I slid my legs in and he closed the door behind me. I wiggled in the seat. Just yesterday, Paul had finger-fucked me right here in this very spot. I closed my eyes and breathed in the deep, rich scent of the car. I only lived a short distance from here, but getting there without attacking him was going to be the longest 10 block drive of my life.