My New Boss Ch. 13

Paul's meeting was a complete success and all of our existing clients left the conference room just as happy and as excited as our staff did just a couple nights before. Paul was clearly on the top of his game. He was driven and knew exactly how to get what he wanted.

I was living proof of that.

The rest of the afternoon dragged on slowly, but without incident. Paul was occupied and I kept busy as well. Just before 5pm, I gathered my things, tucking the small gift box into my deep purse. I closed up my desk and walked to Paul's office.

I glanced in the door and saw Paul leaning back in his chair. His feet were crossed and propped up on his desk as he scrolled through something on his tablet. I couldn't help but smile. He was just so handsome. I knocked as I stepped into his office.

"Excuse me, Sir. I'm sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to tell you that I was leaving. Is there anything else I can do for you before I go?"

He pulled his feet down and stood up. He shook his head as he walked out from behind his desk and leaned against the front, crossing his arms. My eyes instinctively dropped down to his pelvis, then quickly back to his dark eyes.

"Ok then. I'll see you at 7:30?" I smiled and turned to leave.

"Wait. Brooke? I do have one request." He pressed his index finger against his chin.

"Whatever you need, Sir." A slow grin spread across my lips, knowing that this request would have very little to do with work.

"I'm going to get to your place a little early. Around, say, 7:00pm. The restaurant isn't far from your apartment, but I have a little something I'd like to do first."

"Ok...so, what exactly is your request?" I asked, puzzled by his elusiveness.

"I want you naked when I get there." he said bluntly.

I glanced over my shoulder. There were still a few people in the office and I wanted to make sure no one was nearby. I looked back at Paul.

"Ok...so... you want to fuck me before we leave, that's it?"

"Well, I always want to fuck you, Brooke. But I won't be doing that until after our meal. Just do what I asked. I'll be at your place at 7pm. Be naked and have your clothes ready. That's all you have to do." he grinned at me as if he had a secret.

I nodded . "Whatever you say. I'll see you at 7, then." I turned and walked to the elevator. I had no idea what he wanted to do before dinner, but I had no doubt that it would be something I'd enjoy.

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I made it to my apartment by 5:30pm. I sat my purse on the coffee table and pulled the box of lingerie out and walked it to my bedroom. As I pulled the lace teddy out of it's soft tissue lining, I was shocked by how small it truly was. It was cut very low in the back and the small cups would barely contain my breasts, if at all. The lace was completely sheer and four small garters hung delicately from the bottom. I laid it out gently on my bed, and retrieved the thin thigh high stockings that matched it. I placed them on top and walked to my closet.

After going through each dress I owned, I settled on a short black dress. It was tight and had long sleeves, but it draped very low down my back. It was classy and sexy at the same time. I pulled out my best pair of high heels and set everything on the bed. I stepped back to examine my outfit. I didn't want to look trashy. This was, after all, a dinner meeting. I didn't want it to look like Paul arrived with a high class escort, but I wanted to make sure that I had him drooling with excitement.

It was nearly 6pm, so I stripped off my work clothes and stepped into the shower. I was in no real hurry, so I let the pulsing water spray across my body. I leaned my head back and soaked my hair, letting it cling to my neck and back. I could feel the hot water dripping down from between my thighs. I smiled to myself, thinking about how at some point tonight, Paul would inevitably wind up between my legs. I closed my eyes and moaned deeply. I let the hot water wash away all of my stress and anxiety.

After several minutes of just relaxing, I got busy. I lathered my body in rich, creamy foam. I shaved everything carefully and washed my hair. After about 20 minutes, the water was starting to turn cold, so I stepped out feeling relaxed and refreshed. I toweled off and stood in front of the mirror as I rubbed lotion into my skin. I smiled at my reflection when I noticed a small, fading bite mark on the top of my left breast. I couldn't remember exactly when Paul had given that to me, but I rubbed my fingers over it and felt a small twinge of pride well up inside of me. It felt strangely like a badge of honor.

I took my time as I dried and styled my hair into soft waves that cascaded down my back. I applied a little more makeup than usual, just for dramatic effect. I glanced over my shoulder into my bedroom at my bedside clock. It was 6:49pm. Paul was always on time and would be here shortly. I sprayed perfume on my neck and on my wrists and walked back to my closet. I grabbed a small silver clutch purse and started transferring the necessities into it.

Just as I was putting my phone into the clutch, there was a soft knock at my door. I stood up and looked down at myself. I was completely naked, yet again. It was time to see exactly why Paul wanted me this way. I walked to the door and unlocked it. I cracked it open and saw Paul leaning against the wall on the other side of the hallway. He grinned, pushed himself off of the wall and walked into my apartment. I did my best to stay hidden behind the door and quickly closed it behind him once he entered.

I turned around. He looked incredible, as usual. He had on a well-tailored, black suit and a white shirt that was open at the collar. Classic and very handsome. He had his hands in his pockets as he stared at me.

"I did what you asked, Sir." I said bravely as I motioned at my naked body. It amazed me how I never once felt self conscious around him. Even completely exposed like this, I was totally comfortable having him examine me from head to toe.

"You always do what I ask of you, Brooke."

"Are you going to tell me now why you wanted me like this?"

"I just wanted to help you get dressed." he replied, holding out his hand for me to come closer to him.

I walked to him with a confused expression written all over my face.

"That's all? You just wanted to help me get dressed?"

He nodded. "Are your clothes ready?"

"Yes. Everything is on my bed."

"Good girl." He ran his fingertips down my naked spine. I shivered from the touch. I leaned up to kiss him, but he pulled away. I pouted.

"Why can't I kiss you?"

"Because, I'm going to have you so fucking horny by the end of the night that you won't be able to keep your hands off of me, Brooke." he whispered into my ear.

Suddenly, it clicked. He was going to tease me the entire night. Starting now. This was something that Paul was an expert at and something that he really seemed to enjoy. I moaned into his chest. I could hear the smile break across his lips.

"So. Brooke. Where are your clothes? We need to get you dressed." he pulled me off of him and walked me into my bedroom. He reached down to my bed and picked up the sexy black lingerie that he had purchased.

"This is going to look much better on you than it did in the box, baby." he said quietly.

He knelt down in front of me, and held the lingerie out for me to step into. I placed each of my feet into the foot holes and he slowly slid the fine, lace fabric up my body. He gently kissed my thighs, then let his tongue slip briefly between my pussy lips. He blew warm air gently on my wet flesh before he pulled the garment up to my waist. I groaned.

"Ohhh, my God." My breathing was already getting heavier. Paul paused over my stomach, taking a second to kiss and lick my quivering skin. He stood up and slowly wrapped his lips around each of my hardening nipples. I unconsciously pushed my breasts forward into his face. He smiled and pulled back, shaking his head.

"No, Brooke. Not yet." he cautioned.

I whined quietly but let him continue. He slipped the flimsy cups over my breasts. Just as I suspected, they did very little to contain them. My thick nipples were trying to break through the lace. I looked up at Paul as he admired my tits. He ran his fingers over my protruding nipples. I closed my eyes and sighed. I felt his fingers grab and twist them tightly. We had only been involved with each other for less than a week, but Paul already knew exactly how I loved to have my breasts played with.

As soon as I made the slightest sound of excitement, he released my breasts from his grip. I looked up at him, silently pleading for him to continue. He grinned as he slipped the thin shoulder straps into place. He pulled me down and made me sit at the foot of my bed. He kneeled down in front of me once again and held a stocking out for me to slip my foot into. He carefully rolled it up my smooth leg, adjusting it around my thigh, then repeating the process on the other leg.

He remained on the floor between my legs and spread my knees far apart. He kissed up my right thigh, then down my left, never touching my pussy. I dropped my head back and moaned. Getting dressed had never felt so erotic.

"Oh, Mr. Taylor. Please kiss me."

"Kiss you where?" he grinned up at me.

"I don't care. Just kiss me. My mouth, my pussy...I don't care." I begged.

"In good time, Brooke." he said as he started clipping the front garters to the stockings. Once they were in place, he pushed me down onto the bed and rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt him clip each of the garters in place against the backs of my thighs. His hands slowly massaged the insides of my legs, his fingertips gently brushing against my wet pussy lips.

"Please touch me, Sir...." I panted.

Paul didn't reply, he just rolled me over and pulled me up off of the bed. He grinned at me.

"You ok, baby?"

I nodded. He had only been here for 10 minutes and I was already blinded with lust for him. I knew that this was part of the game, and I also knew that he was going to make this evening very challenging for me.

He bent down and picked up my dress. He helped me step into it and adjusted everything into it's place. He turned me around and nodded his approval .

"Wow, Brooke. You look...wow." he shook his head, unable to articulate what he was thinking.

I beamed at his admiration. I wanted to look good for him and I succeeded. He bent down and helped me step into my heels, sliding his hands up my stocking-covered legs. He stood up slowly, running his hands along my body, and up my exposed back. He smiled at me. He leaned down and kissed me passionately. I moaned into his mouth. I tried to release all of the tension that had just built up into that kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed into his body. My belly grazed against his erection.

I couldn't resist. I slid a hand down from his neck and rubbed his cock through his pants. He groaned and pulled away from me.

"Not yet, baby." he shook his head.

"Damn it, Paul!" I said out of pure sexual frustration.

"Paul?" he laughed. "You must really be pissed."

"Not pissed...just...well, horny. This game isn't all that fair, you know." I said, sliding back up against his body.

"It isn't?" He ran his fingers down the bare skin of my back.

"No. You can do whatever you want to me, but I can't do anything to you? Not fair." I leaned up into his neck and took a deep breath, inhaling his cologne. I grazed my lips against his throat.

"Well, Brooke...what you don't seem to understand is that my dick is going to be aching all night just looking at you. This is as much of a tease for me as it is for you." he breathed into my ear. He quickly spun me around so that my back was pressed against his front.

"Look at your bed, Brooke." his lips spoke against the back of my ear and his erection pressed into my backside. "I'm going to fuck you senseless right there after this meeting. I'm going to have you screaming." I moaned and leaned my head back against his shoulder. He ran his hands up my stomach and squeezed my breasts tightly. I panted and my eyes fluttered closed. I felt his lips drag against my neck and then he released me.

I moaned helplessly and turned to face him.

"I can't decide if I love this or hate this." I sighed.

Paul grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles.

"You know you love it, baby."

I didn't want to admit it, but he was right. I loved being pushed to the boiling point by this man. I knew that he'd make it worth it at the end of the night, so I decided to quit fighting it and just enjoy the tease.

He kissed my hand softly again. "It's getting late. We need to go. Are you ready?"

"Yes. Just let me grab my purse and some earrings." I walked to my vanity and pulled a pair of diamond studs out of my jewelry box. Our gaze met in the mirror as I put my earrings on.

"You're really beautiful. I hope you know that." he said as I turned around.

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor. You're not bad yourself." I smiled.

He grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. I glanced back over my shoulder at my bed, knowing that it was going to be seeing a lot of action in the coming hours. I grabbed my small purse and followed Paul out the front door. I locked it behind us and we headed for the stairs.

Once out on the street, I felt the cool evening breeze against my legs and my back. Paul managed to find a parking spot near the building's entrance, and he stepped in front of me to open my door.

I slid down into the low, leather seat. I watched Paul's eyes travel from my ankles, up my body and finally settle on my eyes as he closed the door and slipped behind the wheel. The engine roared to life. He shifted into gear and pulled out onto the street.

We were eating at an upscale Italian restaurant about 15 minutes away from my apartment. I settled back into the seat and glanced over at Paul. He sensed me staring at him and reached his hand over and grabbed my left knee firmly. He pulled my knees apart and slid his hand up several inches. He let his fingers brush back and forth against my inner thigh. Without hesitation, I spread my legs apart farther. He looked over at me and I blinked heavily, hoping that he'd let his fingers continue their journey north. I felt him hook a finger underneath the top of the lace stockings that he'd just put on me. My lower back arched off the seat and I exhaled heavily through my nose. I was trying to keep my composure. I knew that I had a long evening ahead of me, so I tried desperately to calm down.

Paul's eyes stayed fixed on the road as his fingers explored my body. I tried my best not to let him know how much he was affecting me, but he had to have known.

After several minutes, Paul nodded down the street.

"Just a couple more blocks." he said as his fingers finally pressed against my pussy.

I gasped loudly as his middle finger rubbed slowly against my damp lips. My hips started pushing against his hand, searching for friction. He finally gave me what I wanted and pressed firmly against my clit. I moaned loudly.

"Ohhh...f-f-uck!"

He pulled his hand off of me completely and adjusted his erection.

"We're here, Brooke." I opened my eyes and looked out my window. I groaned. I looked down to see that my dress had worked it's way up to my hips, so I discreetly pulled it back into place as Paul parked in front of the restaurant. The valet opened the door and greeted me.

"Good evening, Ma'am." he smiled, helping me out of the car.

"Good evening." I nodded graciously as Paul handed the young man his keys and reached his hand out for mine. As we walked to the front door, he turned towards me.

"Hungry?" he grinned.

"Not for food." I whispered.

"Me either. Let's just seal the deal with this Alaskan Cruise guy and get back to your place." he kissed my temple and opened the door.

We arrived a few minutes early and Bob and his wife still hadn't arrived. The hostess seated us at a very private table in the back. Paul pulled out my chair and I sat down. He took the chair next to me and inched himself closer. He put his arm on the back of my chair and leaned in to my ear.

"Your pussy is already pretty wet, baby." he whispered. His breath tickled my neck.

I inhaled deeply and nodded, looking straight ahead.

"Are you going to make it through dinner?"

"I hope so." I smiled.

He kissed my shoulder as we looked at the wine menu. The waiter came and Paul ordered a couple of selections of wine for everyone. Just as the waiter left, the hostess arrived, showing Bob and his wife to the table. Paul and I stood politely. Bob was probably in his early 60's. He was a big man with an even bigger personality.

"Paul Taylor! Great to finally meet you. Bob Maxwell, my wife Donna." Bob shook hands with Paul, as did his wife.

"It's a pleasure, Sir...Ma'am. This is Brooke Kelley." Paul placed his hand on my back as I exchanged hello's with Bob and Donna. We all sat down. Sensing that Paul and Bob were important people, the waiter immediately ushered over the wine selections he had ordered and read us the specials for the evening. We each decided quickly on our meals and the waiter left to place the order with the chef.

Bob and Paul started in on business talk right away, which was after all, the reason why we were all there. Donna and I started chatting quietly to ourselves.

"So, Brooke. How long have you and Paul been married?" she smiled politely.

"Oh no." I shook my head and smiled gently. "We aren't married. We're just good friends."

"Really? You seemed like such an attractive couple!" she observed as she drank a long sip of wine.

"What about you and Mr. Maxwell? How long have you been married?" I asked, hoping to divert the attention off of us. There was no way to politely tell the sweet older lady that Paul and I were just fucking like mad every chance we got, that we really knew very little about each other.

"Oh, longer than I care to admit." She rolled her eyes at Bob. We both laughed at his expense. She shook her head and tried to think. "It will be 42 years this August, actually. Quite a long time."

"Congratulations. That is a long time." I smiled.

There was a brief lull in their conversation, so Bob and Paul attempted to join in ours.

"What's that? 42 years? Feels like a hell of a lot longer!" Bob roared. We all laughed. Bob and Donna were quickly drinking their wine. Paul poured Bob another glass of red.

As the four of us started discussing wine, I felt Paul's foot hook onto mine, and drag my legs apart beneath the heavy table cloth. I instinctively sat up a little straighter as my knees pulled apart. He didn't make any sudden moves, he just made sure that my legs stayed spread. Once Bob and Donna were distracted enough in a discussion, Paul's hand slid under the cloth and resumed it's place against my thigh. I looked at him fearfully. I had a hard time controlling myself around Paul when it came to sex and the fact that his hand was clamped on my leg, just inches from my aching pussy, terrified me.

Paul just winked and squeezed my upper thigh.

Thankfully, he kept things fairly PG for a little while. He and Bob resumed their business meeting while Donna and I chatted about the weather and their cruise line. She talked about the trips they'd taken and about their grandchildren. I just listened politely. Occasionally, Paul's fingers would scratch against my leg, reminding me that he was still there and still ready for action. It made me shiver each time. Once in particular, his fingers brushed against my lace covered pussy lips and I visibly shook.

"You cold, honey?" Donna asked, concerned.

I held up my hands. "Oh no, I'm fine. Really. I think the wine just hit me."

"Tell me about it!" Bob laughed heartily, finishing off his 4th glass of wine.