My New Boss Ch. 18

"It's going to be strange when you're not next to me in bed tonight," he observed.

I nodded. "I know. I might have to call you if I get lonely." I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.

He laughed. I hooked my purse over my shoulder and kissed him once more.

"Could you open the trunk?" I asked as I opened the door. Paul got out and walked behind the car.

"You don't have to help. I can get it," I said as I lifted my bag onto the sidewalk.

"I have something for you."

I turned around. "What do you mean?"

Paul reached into his suitcase and pulled out a decent sized black box. He handed it to me with a smile.

"What...what is this?" I studied the package.

"You'll see. Give me a call later. Let me know what you think." He grinned and leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek.

"Well...thank you," I held up the box. "for everything...I think." I laughed and started to walk inside. I got to the front door of my building and turned around just in time to see Paul open his car door. He winked at me and slid into his seat. He started his car and pulled away. I watched until his taillights blended in with the rest of the traffic. I sighed and made my way upstairs to my apartment.

When I stepped inside, I was greeted with silence. The quiet was almost unnerving. I looked around and realized how sad it was that I'd spent the last couple of months locked inside this apartment. I shook my head, happy to have worked my way out of that funk. On my way to my bedroom, I spotted a framed picture of me and Evan. I frowned and pulled it off the shelf. I thought I'd gotten rid of everything that reminded me of him. I was surprised to see that I'd missed such an obvious thing. I stared at the picture. It was as if I was looking at it for the first time. A friend of ours had taken it while we were at a White Stripes concert early on in our relationship. I looked blissfully happy. Evan looked bored. I stared at the picture and wondered how I'd never realized it before. Evan was unhappy from the beginning. I sighed and threw the picture into the trash. I was done. No more looking back.

I walked into my bedroom and dropped my things on the floor. I carefully set the black box on my bed. I smiled as I lifted the lid and peeled back the tissue paper. On top, there was a small, handwritten card. It was Paul's handwriting.

For you to wear to work tomorrow...

I picked up a very revealing pale yellow bra and a matching yellow thong. I shook my head when I realized that, while it was the correct cup size, the cups themselves were positively tiny. I knew the bra would do absolutely nothing to contain my large breasts. I started to think about what outfit I could wear them under. I looked back into the box and picked up the next card.

For when you're feeling playful...

I smiled and lifted up a leopard-print bra and panty set. I looked at the tag. It was from an expensive lingerie boutique downtown. I shook my head. The man had good taste in underwear. I laid it on my bed. There was another note underneath.

For when you're feeling naughty...

I giggled as I pulled out a red lace bustier and g-string. It was almost completely sheer. The only real coverage came from strategically placed lace over the breasts. It was strapless and very revealing. A long red ribbon laced up the back. I placed it on the pile of undergarments and picked up my phone. I dialed Paul and he answered on the second ring.

"Hey there. Like your gifts?"

"Yes. Very much. Thank you."

"Good. I told you that I had to leave early on Friday to run some errands, didn't I?"

I laughed. "Yes. I just figured that by errands, you meant picking up your dry cleaning or something. I didn't expect you to spend even more money on me."

"It's no problem, Brooke, really. I wanted to. The only condition is that if you're ever wearing any of it, I get to see you in it."

I laughed. "Deal."

"Good. Hey, I'm pulling up to the house. I'll call you tonight, ok?"

"Ok. Thanks again."

"Yep. Bye, beautiful."

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After an evening full of trying on new lingerie, doing laundry and getting ready for work the next day, I ended up going to bed pretty early. The weekend had been long and exhausting. I set my alarm and fell asleep, only to be woken up shortly after by a text message. I opened the message and squinted at the bright screen as a picture came into focus. It was an empty bed. It was Paul's empty bed. I smiled sleepily and read the text that followed.

Paul Taylor: Laying here, alone. Wishing you were next to me...or on top of me...or under me...

Brooke Kelley: Me too.

Paul Taylor: What are you doing?

Brooke Kelley: Just went to bed.

Paul Taylor: Damn. Sorry. I'll see you in the a.m.

Brooke Kelley: Well I'm awake now...

Paul Taylor: What are you wearing?

Brooke Kelley: A tank top and yoga pants.

Paul Taylor: That might just be sexier than all the underwear that I gave you. Send me a picture.

I flipped on my bedside lamp and settled back into bed. I pulled my white, cotton tank top up and exposed a little bit of my toned stomach, then pulled my tight pants down to reveal more of my hips. I held my phone above my body and snapped a picture. When I looked at it, I could see that my nipples were poking proudly through the thin material of my tank top as well. I figured that he would enjoy that, so I sent it to him and shut my light off. A response came almost immediately.

Paul Taylor: Fuck. Marry me. Now.

I laughed loudly as I typed out my response.

Brooke Kelley: Whatever. I'll see you in the morning, Sir. I hope you sleep well.

Paul Taylor: You too, baby. Rest up. It will be a busy day tomorrow. In more ways than one...

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I sat Paul's coffee down on his desk and started up his laptop. I knew that he was due to arrive any moment. I heard some men laughing outside his office door so I looked out. Paul was standing with a group of male employees. After his admission that the men around the office talked about sex far more often than the women realized, I couldn't help but wonder exactly what they were laughing about.

Quickly, I found myself staring at Paul. I studied his mannerisms. The way he talked with his hands. The way he stood...so masculine...his feet apart, broad shoulders back, hips jutted forward. He was an alpha male and it was obvious. He was wearing a crisp, dark navy suit. He had on a dress shirt, but no tie. He always managed to look effortlessly handsome. Before I realized it, Paul was walking into his office. He caught me staring at him and entered his office with a wide grin spread across his face.

"Well, good morning, Brooke. You look...rested." He winked at me while he hung his suit jacket up.

"I am rested. I had a very eventful weekend, but I did manage to get some good rest last night, Sir."

"Hmm. I didn't. I had a very eventful weekend as well, but I couldn't sleep last night because I can't seem to get this certain woman off my mind."

"Oh really? I'm sorry. She must be quite the woman if just thinking about her is keeping you up at night," I teased.

"Quite the woman, indeed. What does my morning look like, babe?" he asked.

His term of endearment caught me off guard. Instinctively, I looked around to make sure that no one heard him. I wasn't even sure if he realized that he'd said it. I decided not to say anything. I cleared my throat.

"Well, your morning is pretty clear. You do need to talk to the team that's heading up the insurance site, because they need final approvals on some changes that they've made. Other than that, you're clear until your 1pm phone conference with Bob Maxwell."

"Great. Thank you."

"Is there anything else that I can do for you, Mr. Taylor?" I folded my hands in front of me, tilted my head to the side and smiled softly.

Paul sank down into his chair. He folded his hands behind his head.

"What are you wearing under your dress, Brooke?"

"I'm wearing exactly what you told me to wear today, Sir. The new yellow bra and panties that you bought for me."

Paul nodded. "The bra...it was pretty see-through, wasn't it?"

"Very see-through, Sir."

"I see that your dress zips in the front. Did you wear that on purpose?"

I looked down at my gray dress. The small zipper went from between my breasts down to my belly button. I had worn it on purpose, in hopes that Paul would have the chance to open it at some point during the day. I glanced back up at him.

"Yes, Sir. I wore this dress intentionally."

"Unzip it a little."

I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one was near his office. I raised my fingers to the small zipper

and pulled it down an inch or so.

"Is that better, Sir?" I licked my lips.

"More."

I took a deep breath and pulled it down another inch.

"More," he growled before I could even remove my fingers. I smiled and opened it until just a hint of my yellow bra was visible. Paul nodded.

"Much better. Leave it. I want to hear what the guys have to say about that today."

I swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir. Is there anything else that I can do for you?"

"If I think of anything, I'll let you know." He winked and I went to my desk.

I sat down and started my work for the day. I had a few errands to run for Paul in the afternoon, but my morning was spent doing paperwork at my desk.

I started typing up a draft email that Paul wanted sent out to the staff about the new Alaskan cruise deal. As I was typing, I noticed one of our web designers coming out of Paul's office. He stared directly at my chest, then his gaze finally made it to my eyes. I watched him grin and walk back to his desk. I shook my head and went back to work.

Several minutes later, Darrin walked by my desk and had his eyes fixed on my open dress. I sighed when I realized that my breasts were already the topic of conversation around the office. I looked up into Paul's office and saw him smiling at me. I pulled my phone out of my purse.

Brooke Kelley: All of the men are staring at my chest.

Paul Taylor: I know. I'm really enjoying watching this show today.

Brooke Kelley: I feel really mean teasing all of them like this.

Paul Taylor: Pull your zipper down a little more.

I looked into his office and shook my head. He laughed and nodded. My phone vibrated.

Paul Taylor: Do it, or I will walk out there and do it myself.

Brooke Kelley: You wouldn't.

My heart started pounding as I watched Paul stand up from behind his desk. He walked out into the office and wandered around, talking briefly to a few employees. He started to walk back to his office, but stopped by my desk first. He put his hands in his pockets and stood beside my chair. He smiled down at me.

"Miss Kelley."

I looked up at him, towering above me. "Mr. Taylor. Is there something I can do for you?"

He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'll give you one more chance to lower that zipper on your own, or I will do it for you."

I didn't move. I couldn't. I felt paralyzed. I didn't believe that he would really do that while so many people were around. He waited for me to pull it down, but I didn't. He placed one hand on the back of my chair and swiveled it so that my back was to the rest of the office. He leaned down behind me and acted as though we were looking at the draft email I had on my laptop screen. The fingers of his right hand came around to the zipper between my breasts and lowered it even more. His fingernail scratched lightly against the top of my exposed breast as he stood up.

"There. That wasn't so bad, was it?" He winked and walked back to his office, looking at me over his shoulder as he went through the doorway.

I exhaled heavily and looked down. Even more of my flesh was exposed. I turned my chair back around and realized that no one was nearby or paying attention. I sighed and looked up at Paul. He was making a phone call. I calmed myself and returned to the email that I had been working on. Occasionally throughout the morning, I would catch some of the men around the office staring at me, but I tried to ignore it and act as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

At lunchtime, I went to Paul's office to see what he wanted for lunch. His phone meeting with Bob was going to start at 1pm, so I figured he wouldn't be leaving.

"Excuse me, Mr. Taylor," I stepped in his door.

"Come on in, Brooke," he glanced up briefly, then continued typing on his computer.

"I just wanted to know what you wanted for lunch. I'm guessing that you're staying in today?"

Paul sighed and sat back in his chair. He rubbed his screen-weary eyes.

"Yeah. Where are you going to go?" he asked as he glanced up at me.

Feeling brave, I put my fingers on the zipper of my dress and gradually started to pull it down.

"Wherever you want, Sir," I said with a smile.

Paul's eyes followed my zipper down my body, first exposing my pastel yellow bra, then the soft skin of my ribcage, then finally down to the toned skin of my stomach. I ran a finger down between my tits, hooking it into my bra and pulling it away from my skin, only to let my bra snap back into place.

Paul groaned. "Fuck..."

"Really Sir, I'll go get you whatever you want." I feigned innocence. Paul just shook his head.

"All I want is to suck on those gorgeous tits, Brooke."

I pulled my dress apart just far enough so the sheer cups of the bra were exposed. My dark brown nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Paul leaned back in his chair and stared at my breasts lustfully. My smile faded as my desire for Paul took over.

Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. It jolted me back to reality.

"Hey, Mr. Taylor! We're headed to Stanley's down the street for lunch. Wanna go?" I couldn't place the voice but I wasn't about to turn around to see who it was. I just stood still and prayed that whoever it was didn't come any further into Paul's office. I just closed my eyes and waited.

"No thanks, Jared. I've got a phone conference in a bit. Thanks, man." Paul waved as the group of employees stepped onto the elevator. I exhaled shakily. Paul laughed.

"Fuck. That was close," he said quietly.

I groaned and zipped up my dress.

"Damn. You're done?" Paul looked disappointed.

"Unless you have a better idea?"

Paul's phone rang. We both looked at each other, our sexual frustration written all over our faces. Paul groaned and answered his phone. When he realized that it wouldn't be a short phone call, he scribbled down what he wanted for lunch and I left to get our food.

Paul requested a Caesar salad from the deli across the street. As I stood in line, my phone started to ring. Assuming it was Paul, I didn't even look to see who it was.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby."

I smiled. "Hey. What's up?"

"I just got off the phone with one of our clients. It's that car accessories company out of Portland? Well, the CEO is in town just for tonight and asked me to meet up with him at the bar in his hotel so we can talk about what I have in mind since I took over for Mr. Howard. I have no idea how long I'll be there."

"Alright. You sound disappointed. Is everything ok?"

"Everything is fine, I was just hoping to meet up with you at some point tonight. It doesn't look like that's going to happen now."

"It's no problem. I mean, of course I'd like to meet up with you, but work comes first. It's ok."

"Alright. Could you just write it in for me when you get back? I'm meeting him at 7pm at Boka at Hotel1000."

I raised my eyebrows. Hotel1000 was a pretty swanky downtown hotel. "Yep. I'll do it as soon as I get back."

"Thanks, beautiful. See you in a few."

I smiled and hung up the phone. I ordered our food and took it back to the office. He had already started his phone conference with Mr. Maxwell, so I prepared his food in the break room and quietly sat it on his desk and left, closing the door softly behind me.

I took my food to the break room and started eating. I made a note of Paul's meeting on his schedule.

Suddenly it hit me. Paul wanted to meet up tonight, but didn't know what time he'd be able to leave. He was going to be at a hotel bar. I could innocently show up. His business partner wouldn't have any idea who I was. I could just go to the bar, wearing something impossibly sexy and see what happened.

I stood up and threw my lunch away, excited about my new plans for the evening.

Around 3pm, Paul came out of his office. He stretched and walked to my desk.

"How was the phone conference?" I asked.

"Great. Bob's completely on board. I need to schedule a staff meeting for later in the week. After work, if it's possible."

"I'll get it set up before I leave tonight. The whole staff?"

"No. I'll throw a team together and give you the names before I leave."

"Sounds good."

"I'm really disappointed that we won't be able to see each other tonight," he frowned. I smiled to myself, knowing that Paul had no idea what I was planning for the evening.

"I know. Me too. Hopefully we can figure something out tomorrow." Paul nodded.

"I have some more work to do. I'll get you those names shortly." He tapped my desk and walked away.

By the end of the workday, I had sent out the staff meeting request to the employees that Paul wanted working on the Alaskan Cruise site. I missed the last mail pick up, so I had to run some of Paul's mail to the post office before they closed. I grabbed my things and knocked on his office door.

"Excuse me, Mr. Taylor. I'm leaving for the night. I'm running your mail to the post office first. Is there anything else you need before I leave?"

Paul shook his head. "Do you have a minute, Brooke?"

I glanced at my phone. "Yeah. The post office closes soon, though." I stepped into his office and sat in the chair across from his desk. As I sat down, Paul leaned forward onto his elbows. He flashed me a wicked smile.

"Spread your legs."

I started to glance over my shoulder, but Paul stopped me.

"Don't worry about anything other than what I told you to do. I'm watching. Half the employees are gone for the day, anyway. Spread your legs."

I took a deep breath and opened my knees. Paul sat back in his chair to get a better look up my dress. He smiled and looked back at my eyes.

"Move those panties out of the way."

I scooted forward on the seat and reached my right hand under my dress. I hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties and pulled it to the side, revealing myself to my boss.

He bit his lip. "Rub your finger up and down your pussy, Brooke."

I exhaled nervously. We had almost been caught just a few hours earlier and my guard was still up. I hesitated.

"Brooke. Do it," he demanded. "If I don't get to touch it for myself today, then I want to see you do it."

I closed my eyes and ran my middle finger up and down my damp slit. I tried to make as little movement as possible, just in case someone were to look in his office. I opened my eyes and stared at Paul.

"A little faster."

I obeyed and massaged my pussy lips as he had instructed. My wetness was starting to coat my finger.

"Finger fuck your pussy, Brooke."

His words, coupled with the dark expression on his face made me shiver. I pushed my middle finger into my wet pussy. I started moving it in and out little by little. I saw Paul's jaw clench as he watched me.

"Stop," he said suddenly. "Rub your clit. I want to watch you cum."

I slipped my wet finger out of my pussy and started to rub slow circles around my clit. My hips began grinding involuntarily into the chair.

"That's it, baby," he whispered. I watched his eyes jump from my busy fingers, to the office behind me. I was trying to be as still as quiet as possible. I saw Paul's eyes shift to the door.

"Stop now, someone's coming," he groaned. I jumped to attention and pulled my hand away from myself, letting it rest in my lap. I heard a knock on the door. I turned my head around and smiled nonchalantly at Joe, the project manager that Paul had working on the insurance site.