My New Boss Ch. 18

Authors Note:

This is the final chapter of the story. I hope that everyone has enjoyed the story as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

I'm very pleased with the feedback that you've given me and I hope to continue writing at some point in the future. I do have a few more stories in mind and I hope that they are as well received as this series.

Enjoy!

-Bethanie

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We stood in the shower and stared at each other. Neither one of us knew what to say.

I turned around and grabbed the shower gel and started to wash up. I rinsed off and handed it to him while I washed the lake water out of my hair. We just stood there, showered and watched each other. Finally, Paul broke the silence.

"We need to figure this out," he mumbled.

"I'm just not ready to talk about it. I'm scared of ruining what we have, ok? You know how I feel, and I heard what you had to say. Although, I do think it was unfair of you to force a conversation on me while I had a ball gag in my mouth," I said sarcastically. I pushed his chest.

"Sorry. It was just the only way I could get you to listen to me! You've been blowing me off all day."

He laughed as he leaned under the spray and rinsed the soap off of his body. He shut the water off. As we stepped out, I handed him a towel and wrapped one around myself. I started to dry my hair as he brushed his teeth and picked up the bathroom. I looked around the room. I was disappointed that we had to leave the next day, but I was almost looking forward to the distraction. All I wanted to do was avoid talking about where things were headed between us. It was too soon and I wasn't ready for it.

I just knew that if we continued to throw the word 'love' around too easily that it would ruin the magic of what we had.

Once I finished drying my hair, I brushed my teeth and cleared my things out of the bathroom, tucking them into my bag. Paul was laying in bed, waiting for me to join him. He lifted up the covers so I could climb in next to him. I dropped my towel into the laundry basket and climbed into the warm, soft bed with my handsome boss. He had shut off the bedroom lights and the only thing I could see was the warm, orange haze of the fire that was burning in the fireplace.

Paul pulled me back against him and wrapped his arm around me. He sighed contently.

"Thanks again for a great weekend. I really needed to get away," I whispered.

Paul's only reply was a kiss on the side of my neck.

We snuggled under the blanket. His fingers would occasionally rub against my breasts or my stomach, but mostly we were just still and quiet. It was exactly what our tired bodies needed after a long, physically demanding weekend.

After awhile, I sensed that Paul had fallen asleep. It wasn't long before I drifted off, too. I tried to think of ways that I could repay him for his generosity and for being just an all around great guy. As I dozed off, I decided that I'd make sure he woke up to a very special wake up call.

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My phone vibrated against my face. I cracked one eye open and quickly shut it off. I rolled onto my back and looked out the window. The sun was just beginning to rise up over the lake. I had set the alarm the night before so that I could make sure to wake up before he did. I turned over and was happy to find him stretched out on his back. I allowed myself a minute to fully wake up before I got busy waking up Paul.

I sat up and delicately lifted the covers so I could peak down the muscular length of Paul's body. I smiled when I saw exactly what I had been hoping to see.

Paul's dick was as hard as a rock. His impressive morning wood was going to come in handy when I gave him his special wake up call. I folded the blankets down carefully. Paul only stirred in his sleep slightly. I managed to get the linens down to his ankles without waking him, before positioning myself between his knees.

His dick pulsed against his stomach. I pulled my long hair back as I watched him sleep. I hoped that he'd enjoy waking up to this as much as I was about to enjoy giving it to him.

I licked my lips and leaned down, my mouth hovering just an inch above his cock. I slipped my tongue out and let it drag up his length, from his heavy balls to the thick head. He groaned in his sleep. I smiled as I let my soft lips kiss the tip . I picked up his stiff erection and squeezed it at the base. I licked my lips again and wrapped them around the red, swollen head.

"Ohhh. Oh...fuck," Paul moaned sleepily.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was staring down at me. His eyes were heavy and filled with lust. I smiled at him, my mouth full of his throbbing cock. I maintained eye contact as I dropped my head lower, swallowing him, inch by delicious inch. His body tensed beneath me. His hands came up and grabbed either side of my face, helping to guide me down his shaft. I lowered my mouth until my lips met the surface of his pelvis. I pulled back quickly and took a deep breath, only to immediately push my mouth back down to the base of his cock several times in a row.

"Oh, baby. You're so good at this. God, keep going."

His breathing was deep and heavy. I steadily worked my mouth up and down his dick. I pulled it out and, using my spit as lube, started to caress his shaft while I let my tongue lick his balls. He groaned and dropped his head back against the pillow. He lifted his hands and gripped the headboard behind him. I smiled as I sucked softly on each of his balls while my fist worked the slick, sensitive head.

"I love to suck your dick, Sir," I moaned against his shaft, letting my tongue drag upwards from his sac. I wrapped my lips around the head, swirling around it. I could hear him panting. I pulled my lips off of him and licked around the rim of his dick. He moaned and wrapped his hand behind my head.

"You love to watch me swallow this hard cock, don't you, Sir?" I ran my hands up his trembling stomach as I pushed him down into my throat over and over again.

"Oh God. Yes. You look so fucking beautiful, Brooke," he panted.

I grabbed the base and sucked as I pulled him out of my mouth again. I leaned over his pelvis and rubbed his dick between my naked breasts. I dragged a hard nipple down his length, then back up. I pushed my full tits together and started to slide them up and down his soaked shaft. Each time the glistening head poked out from in between my creamy cleavage, I'd let my tongue flick across the tip. The thick drops of his pre-cum coated my tongue. Paul reached down and grabbed my hard nipples. He pinched them tightly and used them to guide my tits up and down his cock faster. I moaned as the pain in my nipples quickly became a deep, radiating pleasure that coursed through me. I pulled away from him and grasped his manhood once again. I had to remind myself that it was about his pleasure and not my own.

"Do you want to squirt your hot cum in my mouth, Sir?" I rubbed his leaking head all over my soft, pink lips.

"Fuck...yesss," he growled.

The muscles in his abdomen shook as I lowered my mouth back down onto his dick. This time, I didn't stop. I worked his cock like my life depended on it. I paid attention to every detail, making sure that I used my hands, my tongue, my throat. I gave him everything I had. My spit flowed heavily down his shaft. I moaned around him when he grabbed my ponytail tightly, pushing and pulling on my head forcefully. He shoved himself down my throat and held himself there, refusing to release me. Lucky for Paul, deep throating was my specialty. I let him bury himself in my throat for as long as he wanted.

Paul lifted his back off the bed and grabbed my hair with both of his hands. He started grunting loudly.

"Fuck...close, Brooke. I'm close."

Paul pushed me onto my back and quickly crawled on top of me. He started pumping on his slippery cock, aiming it at my face. I smiled, opened my mouth as wide as I could and closed my eyes. My hands reached up and cupped his tight balls. I whimpered as he started jerking his warm spunk onto my face.

His first heavy burst of cum landed across my mouth and nose. The second, an even stronger shot, went directly into the back of my throat. I moaned, swallowed, and quickly opened my mouth for more. The next two landed on my lips and cheek, and the final two fell on my bottom lip and chin.

I opened my eyes and found Paul staring down at me. His face was red and strained, but he looked completely sated. I smiled at him, knowing that my face was covered in his thick, sticky cum. He shook his head.

"Holy shit," he exhaled heavily.

I licked my lips as he remained kneeling over me. He smiled and wiped a few thick drops of cum off of my cheek with his finger. He pressed his sperm covered fingertip onto the center of my tongue. I closed my lips around him and sucked it off greedily. He continued until my face was clean and I had swallowed all of it.

"I wish you could wake me up like that every morning," he laughed.

"Me too. You have no idea how much I enjoy doing that."

"Really? It's not all that often that you find a woman who really loves to suck cock."

"Well, what can I say? You found one!" I giggled.

He pulled me back down onto the bed, and pressed my back against his chest. He inhaled my hair deeply and ran his hands along my naked body. His fingers found my swollen nipples. He circled around them, but never touched the engorged tips. My skin erupted in goosebumps. I moaned as he rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me. His weight pressed me into the mattress.

Paul spent the next 20 minutes just kissing and licking nearly every inch of my body. He sucked on my flesh. He bit me softly on my stomach, then he bit me even harder on my thighs...he was setting each and every nerve in my body on fire. By the time his mouth made it's way to my clit, I had wetness dripping down my pussy lips. I moaned his name as he licked my pussy from top to bottom with one, long swipe of his flattened tongue. He circled my rubbery clit, then finally clamped his mouth around it and brushed his tongue against it rapidly. I cried out as he gave me one agonizing orgasm after another. I jerked on his hair, not knowing if I wanted to push him away or to pull his face deeper into my warm cunt. Finally, after what felt like a dozen orgasms in a row, Paul climbed on top of me and slid himself into me effortlessly.

We rocked against each other and worked ourselves into a sexual frenzy. My back arched off the bed and Paul wrapped his hands around my lifted waist. I felt like I was on fire. Everything was wet and warm. My soft panting transformed into deep grunts as he hammered into me relentlessly. My tits were shaking on my chest from the force of his thrusting. Even over our loud moaning, I could still hear the wet, squishing sounds of our combined juices. It all felt and sounded so obscene and so terribly erotic.

Before I knew it, Paul had me bent over the side of the bed, pushing into me from behind. His hands clawed deeply into the fleshy muscle of my ass.

"Come on, Brooke. Cum for me again, baby," he grunted as he spanked my ass.

"I-I...I can't," I whimpered. My body was exhausted and still sore from the night before. I grabbed at the sheets, squeezing them between my fingers.

"Yes you can, and you're going to."

He spanked me even harder. The sharp pain connected directly with my pussy. I started to quiver.

"Oh fuck...spank me again. Please! I think I can cum if...if you keep spanking me," I pleaded.

Paul's hand started smacking my tender ass, first on one side, then the other. I could feel the heat from his hand warming my stinging skin as he punched his cock into me. His pace was relentless. My final orgasm was building. Suddenly, I found a strength that I didn't know I possessed and I started rocking back and forth on his shaft. I could feel my pussy creaming all over him. Paul stood still and thrust his cock out, letting me ride him however I needed. I wrapped my hands in the twisted sheets and worked myself back and forth on his stiff rod. I could feel my nipples dragging against the bed. My breathing became staggered as I rode him, desperately searching for my orgasm.

"That's it, baby. Squeeze my cock. Squeeze that tight pussy around me, Brooke!" He groaned as my muscles started to flutter around him.

I screamed out as my climax tore through me. My arms gave out and I collapsed forward on the bed. Paul lifted my hips and pounded into me one final time, sending his cum into the depths of my body.

He pulled out and fell onto the bed next to me. I was on my stomach, he was on his back. We just stared at each other and panted. He reached down and smacked my bare ass one last time. I laughed.

This sex was unlike anything either of us had ever experienced, and it was only getting better.

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After we cleaned up the lake house and packed our things into Paul's car, we headed back towards the city. I held Paul's hand and let my other arm catch the warm breeze out the car window. My hair caught the wind and whipped around me freely. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the quiet drive. There was something so relaxing about being with Paul. I had no insecurities. He made me feel happy. He made me feel beautiful and desired. Just spending the weekend with him made me feel like a completely different woman. I was no longer the sad girl, mourning the loss of her latest relationship.

After weeks of self pity, wondering why Evan decided to cheat on me after being together for so long, I felt like I'd finally let go of my old ghosts. I smiled to myself, when I realized that it was Paul that helped me work through it all.

Paul hit a button on his steering wheel and turned down the music.

"You're smiling quite a bit," he observed.

I laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Care to tell me why?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm just...happy, I guess. It's been awhile since I've felt this relaxed."

"Me too."

"I just never imagined that I'd feel this comfortable with a man this soon."

"How come? You mentioned something about how relationships hadn't been kind to you. What's the story there?"

I sighed. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to go into it, but I decided that in the interest of getting to know more about Paul, I'd have to give up more information about myself as well.

"I just had a really bad breakup with my ex a couple of months before you came along. It was a disaster. We had been together for almost a year and were practically living together. It just made everything so ugly and complicated when it ended."

"Maybe this isn't any of my business, but can I ask what happened?" he asked quietly as his fingers brushed my knuckles.

"Well, he had a wandering eye. I never really thought he'd cheat on me, until I came home from work early one afternoon and found him with someone else. It really destroyed me. I couldn't figure out what I did to cause it. It's just taken me some time to realize that it wasn't anything that I did wrong. Evan was just an asshole. He lived life thinking about himself and his dick before even considering me. He never loved me," I exhaled heavily.

"Well. I can't say that I understand. I've never dealt with infidelity. But one thing I can say? This Evan kid? He's a fucking idiot for letting you slip through his fingers, Brooke." Paul lifted my hand and kissed it tenderly. I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me, baby. In fact, I should be thanking that dumbass for letting you go. This last week with you has been unreal," he laughed.

"It really has. I know I have a lot less experience than you, but this has easily been the best sex I've ever had. Without question," I shook my head.

"I'm not just saying this, Brooke. What we have? It doesn't happen all that often. At least, not for me. I know I have a reputation, and most of what people say is true, but more often than not, sex is just sex. Nothing remarkable. Nothing mind blowing. Certainly nothing special. I've never found a woman that I've had such an incredible connection with."

I giggled. "I have to be honest. When I heard about you, and your reputation for being a ladies man, I figured I'd be spending my workdays finding hotel rooms for you and all of your women. I never guessed that I would be the one you'd be fucking all the time."

"So, that's the official word around the office? That I fuck around a lot?"

I shrugged and nodded.

"Could be worse, I guess. You want to know what they say about you at the office?" Paul grinned.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh Brooke. The guys? They talk about you. Quite a bit, actually."

I could feel my face getting red.

"You've only been there for a week! Guys are already talking about this kind of thing with you?"

Paul laughed. "Hell yes. I guess my reputation for being a ladies man put the other guys at ease. They've had plenty to say about you. In the bathroom, in the break room. Remember that night that a bunch of us stayed late to work on the insurance site? Hell, half the time was spent talking about who had the best tits in the office."

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You're the topic of conversation in the ladies' room all the time."

"You didn't answer me. Do you want to know what they say about you?" Paul took his hand and placed it on my thigh.

I groaned. "I don't know if I want to hear this or not."

"It's good stuff, baby." He grinned broadly.

"Fine. What have they said?"

"Well...without question, the guys in the office think that your tits are the best. That first day when I kept your bra after our lunch date? Hell, Brooke. There wasn't a soft dick in the office that day. Your nipples were on full display all afternoon. I thought Darrin was going to start jerking off in the bathroom when they were all talking about it." Paul shook his head and merged onto the busy interstate as we neared the city. Paul rolled up the windows and turned on the air as the car picked up speed.

"Oh God." I put my face in my hands.

"Why does that embarrass you? You have an office full of men, and probably some women, who would give anything to get their hands on you," he paused. "And you have a boss who would do anything to be the one who gets to keep fucking you."

I lifted my head and smiled at him.

"I don't think I could ever get tired of sex like this."

"Me either, baby."

"So...I have the best tits in the office, huh?" I grinned as I rolled my tank top up over my naked breasts and turned towards him. The chill of the air conditioning caused my nipples to stiffen instantly. Paul tried his best to keep his eyes on the road. He reached over and teased my nipples for a few moments before I pushed my shirt back down.

I linked my arm through his and rested my head against his shoulder as the city skyline came into view. After a long drive, we pulled up to my apartment building shortly before 4pm. Paul parallel parked in front of my building with ease. He shut off the engine and leaned back against the headrest. He rolled his head to the side and smiled at me.

"I'm not quite sure what to say, Brooke."

"Me either. Just...thank you. Really. For everything."

My gaze shifted between his lips and his eyes. I leaned across the car and kissed him lovingly. I sighed, but didn't pull my lips away. I moved my body closer and wrapped my hands around his neck. I deepened my kiss, hoping that I could let my lips and my touch speak the words that I couldn't bring myself to repeat just yet. My thumbs caressed his strong jaw as I broke the kiss.

"Thank you," I whispered. His eyes were closed until I sat back into my seat. He opened them and inhaled deeply. I leaned down to make sure I had everything out of his car. I reached into my purse to pull out my keys.