My New Boss Ch. 17

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The story is coming to an end. Most of these chapters have been short, but the final two will be longer. I hope everyone continues to follow Brooke and Paul's journey.

The final chapter is in the works and will be posted as soon as possible. Enjoy!

-Bethanie

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Saturday morning greeted us with a warm blast of sunshine beaming across the bed.

I looked over and noticed that Paul was still asleep. I worked my way out from underneath his arm and went to the bathroom. When I came back, he still hadn't moved. I looked at the bedside clock and decided to go downstairs and see what I could make us for breakfast.

I started to pull on my jeans, when I realized that my top was still on the kitchen floor. I glanced down at the pile of clothes and chose to slip on Paul's dress shirt instead. I smiled as I buttoned up the too-large shirt. I leaned my face down and smelled the collar. It still smelled like his cologne. I walked downstairs as I finished rolling up the sleeves.

Before walking to the kitchen, I paused at the large wall of windows overlooking the lake. It was still early and even though the sun was shining, a foggy mist was still settled over the water. I took a deep, relaxing breath and walked to the kitchen.

After inspecting the refrigerator and cabinets, I realized that I had all of the ingredients that I needed to make blueberry pancakes, so I got to work. The kitchen was a dream to work in...much larger than mine. As I started mixing the batter, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my hips.

"This is my new favorite shirt." Paul said against my neck.

"Oh yeah? Why is that?" I continued stirring.

"Because now, every time I wear it, I'm going to think of how much better you look in it." He kissed me tenderly, then hugged me from behind, placing his head on my shoulder to see what I was making.

"Blueberry pancakes?" he asked.

"Yeah. Is that ok?"

"Absolutely. I was going to make us toast and coffee. Thank God you beat me to the kitchen." he laughed as he released me. "What can I do?" he asked.

"Nothing. Just go sit down and keep me company. Besides...I owe you a breakfast. You made me an omelet the other morning." I grinned.

"Well, you're forgetting one thing." he said as he slid onto a stool on the other side of the counter.

"What's that?" I asked without turning around.

"I made your omelet naked." he said bluntly.

I set the bowl of batter onto the counter and turned around. Paul was leaning on the counter, waiting for my reply. I didn't say a word, I just slowly unfastened each button and held the shirt closed at my chest.

"Fair is fair, Brooke." He grinned and shook his head.

I smiled and nodded. I let his shirt slide off of my shoulders and down my arms. It fell to the floor. I turned around and bent over in front of him to pick it up. He had a perfect view of my pussy nestled between my thighs. I stood up, tossed it to him and went back to stirring the batter.

"Fuck. This might be the perfect morning." he laughed.

The stove was in front of the counter that Paul was sitting at, so I had to turn around to pour the batter onto the griddle. I smiled and cocked my head at him playfully as I walked to the stove.

"Would you like some coffee?" I asked.

"Yeah...I can get it, though." he started to get up.

"No, no...you just sit there and relax, Mr. Taylor." I smiled. I walked around and got a mug and poured his coffee for him. I made it exactly how he liked it and walked it around the counter to him. I kissed him on the cheek as I slid the steaming mug in front of him.

"Just how you like it, Sir." I said sweetly and walked back to flip the pancakes.

"So...what do you want to do today?" I asked as I got plates and silverware out of the cabinet.

"Nothing, really. I just want to eat. Then fuck you. Then shower together. Then fuck you again. Then sleep. Then fuck you again..." he trailed off, sipping his coffee.

I giggled. "Whatever you want!"

I stacked a few pancakes on a plate and pushed them across the counter in front of me to Paul. I grabbed the butter and syrup and handed them to him. I got a plate of food for myself and walked around to sit down next to him.

"Do you mind if I put your shirt back on? The seat is cold." I pouted.

"Well..." he teased.

"I'll leave it unbuttoned."

"Fine." He grinned as I shrugged his shirt back on and sat down.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"Very well. You?"

He took a bite and nodded.

"So, all you want to do today is have sex and sleep?" I smiled.

"Unless there's something else you want to do?"

"Why don't we go on the lake? It's beautiful and I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be warm today."

"Yeah, we can do that. I haven't taken the boat out in awhile. Should be fun."

We ate in silence for a few minutes. I looked around the kitchen, then over my shoulder at the large living area.

"You said that you got this place from your father?" I asked.

"Yep. About...5 years ago. Right before he passed."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Paul shook his head. "It's ok. Dad was a pretty well-known lawyer in Seattle. He had several properties. He split them up between me and my brother. When he died, I moved out of my apartment, into the house I'm in now and he gave me this lake house."

"And you have a brother?" I asked curiously. My mind wandered back to the bookshelf in Paul's living room. I recalled seeing a picture of Paul and another man about his age. I remembered thinking that he looked like he could be Paul's brother.

"Tim. He's a couple years older than I am." he nodded. "What about you? You're from Oklahoma, right?"

"Yeah. My parents were pretty devastated when I decided to move so far away from home, but I needed to get away. Small town syndrome. Wanted to see more than the one stop sign in the middle of our little town." I shrugged.

"Why Seattle?"

"I'm not sure. I just remember going through college brochures and Seattle seemed like a good fit for me. I don't regret it for a second. I love it here."

"Me too." he replied, wiping his mouth and finishing his coffee.

I took one last bite. "Were your pancakes ok?" I asked.

"They were delicious. Thank you." he leaned over and kissed my temple.

"You cooked, I'll clean." he said, scooping up our dishes.

"You don't have---"

"Quiet. Yes I do. You go relax. I'll find you in a few."

I smiled and stood up off of the barstool. I walked upstairs and went to the bathroom, pulling off Paul's shirt as I went. I retrieved my soap from my bag and turned the shower on full blast. Steam filled the room, fogging up the glass walls of the shower. I stepped inside and stood underneath the large showerhead. I let the hot water soften my skin. I was turning a deep shade of pink as I massaged my neck under the water.

As I reached for the body wash, I noticed Paul standing at the bathroom door. I cracked the glass shower door open.

"Why don't you join me?" I smiled, water dripping heavily off my eyelashes.

"I was going to, but truthfully, I'm really enjoying watching you." He smiled and leaned against the sink. His erection was obvious.

"Oh yeah?" I smiled.

"Yeah. Give me a little show, Brooke."

"I can do that." I winked and closed the door.

The steam on the glass made everything soft and blurry, but I knew that my body was still very visible to Paul. I ran my hands through my dark, wet hair, shaking it out and letting it cling to my back. I turned around to face him and squeezed a small amount of body wash across my breasts. I massaged it into my chest, squeezing my soapy breasts together, then dropping my head back to cleanse my neck and shoulders. As I washed my arms and torso, I opened my eyes and looked at Paul. I couldn't make out his expression due to the steam, but I could see his hand rubbing his cock through his briefs. I smiled and I was pretty sure I saw him smile back.

I grabbed my sponge and worked more soap onto the flat surface of my tummy. I rubbed large circles over my skin, around my belly button and down my hips and the tops of my thighs. I turned around and covered my backside in the creamy foam. I looked over my shoulder and gently pressed my ass against the glass. Once I was confident that he got a good look, I stood up and walked to the other side of the impressive shower stall.

A long, granite bench sat along the shower wall. I sat down on the warm stone, bent over and washed down my calves and feet, then let my hands wander back up. I slowly opened my knees, exposing my warm pussy to Paul. I knew that he probably couldn't see it clearly, but I also knew that what I was doing was completely obvious. I looked up at him. By this point, he had taken his underwear off and kicked them to the side. I watched him massage his dick while I grabbed my sponge and started rubbing my thighs. I moaned softly and my voice bounced off the tile.

After a few moments of teasing us both, I finally dropped the sponge and squirted a thick drop of soap just below my belly button. I watched as it slowly slid down to my pelvis, finally using my fingers to massage it onto my pussy. I groaned and pushed my head against the wet wall behind me. My skin was sensitive and aching for his touch. I was hoping that he'd join me, but he was still waiting.

I needed release. I reached above me and grabbed the detachable showerhead. I spread my legs completely apart, resting my feet on either side of me on the bench. I turned on the small nozzle and aimed the pulsing spray directly against my clit. My back arched off the wall. I moaned as the hot water began to beat against my flesh. My right hand kept the water fixed on my pussy and my left hand traveled up to pinch my nipples tightly.

"Ohhh...Ohhh...yesss..." I whimpered.

I looked at Paul. He was furiously pumping his cock.

"Fuck...please come fuck me, Mr. T-Taylor!" I groaned. "Please!"

He didn't need anymore convincing. Paul jerked open the glass door and pulled me off of the bench. I dropped the hand spray and slid up the length of his firm body as the water from the main shower head poured down on top of us. I reached my hands up and grabbed fistfuls of his wet hair. His erection was pinned between us. He reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me up. I wrapped my legs around his body as he crushed me against a glass wall.

"You're so fucking sexy, Brooke." he groaned into my neck. His lips slid against my skin and his hands tangled into my wet hair.

"Fuck me. Please. Just fuck me!" I begged.

Paul groaned and lined his cock up beneath me. All of the water, combined with my own slippery wetness made for an effortless entry. We stared at each other while he pushed into me completely in one firm thrust. Our combined cries echoed off the walls around us. Using the wall for leverage, Paul slammed into me over and over.

"Let me ride you." I whispered against his lips.

He groaned and pealed me off the wall. He managed to stay inside of me as he sat down on the wide bench. I planted my feet on either side of his hips and steadied my hands on his shoulders. I started to rise and fall on his cock slowly, staring at him the entire time. I whimpered when the thick head of his cock popped out of me. I reached down, grabbed it and shoved it back into me urgently, biting my lip to keep from screaming.

My ride went from controlled and deliberate to frantic and wild. I couldn't slow down. I needed to feel him cum inside of me. All of the lust and passion of the last week was building up internally, and I felt like it was all going to come flooding out of me at any moment.

Paul must have sensed that I was on the verge of some major sexual and emotional release because he leaned forward and kissed me deeply.

He wrapped a hand behind my head and pulled my ear to his mouth. He whispered to me as I fucked him.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Brooke. I love to watch you bounce on my cock. Ride it, baby. I want to watch you cum..." he grunted in my ear.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and cried out as my orgasm started.

"Oh yeah...oh fuck. Fuck! Paul! Oh yes!" I cried out.

"That's it, baby. Fuck... Brooke." Paul leaned forward and attached his lips to mine, sucking my lower lip into his mouth.

"Oh yeah...I'm coming, Brooke. Keep... riding me. I'm...gonna...cum!" he groaned and shouted as he found his release.

I saw stars. His fingers were digging into my body and mine into his. I grabbed onto him, afraid to ever let go. My mind and my body were having such an intense reaction to him, that I wasn't even fully aware of the words that were about to fall out of my mouth.

"Oh fuck, I love you. Oh my God, I love you, Paul!" I cried, lowering my forehead against his shoulder. My body shuddered uncontrollably as the height of our climaxes hit us simultaneously.

"Oh God...Brooke." he moaned, pulling my face off of him. He kissed me deeply. "I love you."

And then, everything became very still and very quiet.

The only thing I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears and the soft pulse of the water as it sprayed across our tangled bodies.

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I took a deep breath and lifted my head off of his shoulder. I couldn't even look him in the eye. I was too afraid of what I'd see. I knew that I'd said those words because I meant them. I was terrified that he only repeated them back to me because he felt like he had to, or just from the heat of the moment.

I kissed his cheek and stood up, stepping underneath the main showerhead. Paul leaned forward and ran his hand along my leg. Neither of us said anything. I ran my hands across my face. I just wanted to disappear. I was kicking myself for letting my guard down. He said from the beginning that he wasn't interested in anything but having fun. That was our agreement from day one.

Now, only one week later, I was a pitiful, desperate girl who just confessed her love to her boss while fucking him in his expensive shower. It was ridiculous. I was ridiculous. I could feel my face getting hot. I turned to walk out of the shower when Paul grabbed my wrist.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked. His expression was one of genuine concern.

I swallowed. "Nothing. I'm fine. I'm just too warm. I need to get out."

"Brooke..." he said as he tried to pull me back towards him.

"Really. I'm fine. I just want to get out." I pulled my wrist out of his grip and got out of the shower.

I closed the door behind me and grabbed a towel. I wrapped it around me tightly and started to brush my teeth. In the reflection of the mirror, I saw Paul drop his head down, then stand up and start to shower. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was convinced that I completely fucked up a good thing by opening my big mouth.

I rinsed my toothbrush and shut off the water. I grabbed a hair tie and pulled my damp hair up. I walked out to the bedroom and started to take clothes out of my bag. I heard Paul turn off the water and get out of the shower. He walked into the bedroom behind me, still wet and naked. He grabbed my bag and threw it on the floor next to the bed. I felt him reach around me, loosen my towel, then throw it into the bathroom.

He pulled me down onto the bed and snuggled me from behind, his strong arms wrapped around me. His lips pressed against my neck.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to run. I wanted to cry. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to make love to him. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to tie me down again and fuck me like crazy .

I shook my head, trying to chase out my scattering thoughts. I knew that I needed to pull myself together.

"Brooke. We need to talk about this." he said against the back of my neck.

"There's nothing to talk about. I shouldn't have said anything. Ok? Can we please just drop it? I don't' want to ruin the weekend. I'm fine." I shrugged out of his grip and stood up. I pulled my bikini out of my bag.

"Why don't we just get out of here? Let's get on the boat." I suggested.

Paul sighed heavily and nodded. "Alright. Let's go."

We both got dressed. I pulled a top on over my bikini and slipped into a pair of flip flops. Paul put on a pair of trunks, grabbed some drinks and we walked outside to the dock.

It was almost noon and the air was already warm. Paul walked down to the small boat garage and opened it up. I followed him in and he helped me step onto the small speedboat. I knew very little about boats, but I could tell that this one was nice. I ran my hands along the white leather seat as Paul started the engine. He did a few checks and inspections before pulling the boat out into the sunshine. I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes as he drove the boat further away from the house and onto the sparkling lake.

After several minutes, Paul reached over and rubbed my knee.

"Thanks for suggesting that we do this." he yelled above the breeze. "It's been awhile. I forgot how much fun it is out here." He smiled. I smiled back and nodded.

We darted across the water at different speeds, he made a few sharp turns, making me squeal like a little girl. After several minutes, Paul finally stopped the boat and let it bob gently in the middle of the lake. He swiveled his captain's chair around and pulled some sunscreen out of a lockbox. He pulled off his sunglasses and rubbed some lotion onto his face. He handed me the bottle.

"Could you do my back?" he grinned. I grabbed the bottle.

"Yes, Sir." I smiled.

I poured the thick lotion into my hands and started to massage it into his skin. I let my fingers drag against his muscular neck and back, making sure that I got him completely covered. I turned him around and started to coat his chest and arms as well.

"Brooke, listen, I ---" he started. I sighed. I knew what he wanted to say. I just did not want to talk about it. I knew my emotions would get the better of me and that it would ruin everything, if it hadn't already been destroyed in the shower.

"Paul, please. Please. I just don't want to talk about it. Can we just pretend that it didn't happen? Please?" I stopped rubbing him and just stared at his eyes, silently pleading him to drop it.

He nodded. "Fine. I won't bring it up again." He held up his hands in surrender.

"Thank you." I leaned forward and kissed him. "My turn." I turned around and pointed to my back, motioning for him to rub sunscreen on me.

"My pleasure." He set the bottle down next to me and untied the back of my white bikini. My hands immediately grabbed my breasts to keep them from being exposed.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking around. There were other boats on the water, but no one was even remotely close to us.

"Relax. No one can see you." he replied as he pulled the string around my neck loose. He reached in front of me and peeled my top off, tossing it to my feet. I continued to look around nervously as he massaged the coconut scented lotion into my skin. He worked his fingers deep into my muscles. I groaned and closed my eyes. His hands slowly traveled from my back to my stomach. He rubbed across my belly, pulling me back against him. I leaned back into his lap and, inch by inch, his hands worked their way up to my breasts.

"Hey. You're just supposed to be rubbing my back." I smiled.

He pinched my nipples firmly. "Sorry. I just can't be near these perfect tits without getting my hands on them." he laughed against my neck.

I sat up and turned around. I rubbed lotion into my arms and legs, then walked to the back of the boat and laid down, stretching out on a towel. I could feel the bob and sway of the water beneath us. That, coupled with the sound of the water slapping against the side of the boat and the warmth of the sun left me more relaxed than I had been in ages.