What’s wrong with me?

I have a million reasons for not coming and only one for being here. I shouldn’t be here. I keep telling myself that, from the time I left work to the time I got the key card and came up to the suite.

Everything about this is wrong because he’s my boss. Hot, sexy boss that I couldn’t get out of my mind. He was toying with me. Probably thinking that I was after a promotion. Sure, I wanted to keep my job, but at what price?

This was as good as prostitution, and I was falling for it. I decided that I wasn’t going to get involved with another man again.

Why couldn’t I just stick to my word?

Life would be so much easier. I was just about to leave. I made a mistake, and as my eyes darted across the suite, I saw him. Gabe managed to arrive before me, and he looked even hotter than I’d last saw him, which wasn't that long ago.

“Jasmine, I thought that you weren’t going to turn up. Drink.”

He lifted up the glass of whatever he had swirling around the ice, and I didn’t hesitate in shaking my head. It wasn’t even twelve. Wasn’t that too early to have a drink?

“Suit yourself. I need one. It’s going to be a long day.”

I nodded my head, and I was just about to ask him if it was so long, then what were we doing in a hotel suite?

My head had all these thoughts, and my mouth was zipped tight. As if he’d magically put super glue on it or something.

He moved slowly towards me. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t because every time I tried, I found myself mesmerized by his eyes.

“You don’t need to stand near the door like that. I’m not going to bite,” he said, and then he flashed his implacable set of white teeth and all of a sudden I felt so conscious of mine. I wished that if we were going to do this, then I’d had a shower first.

I opened my mouth slightly, but it was too late. His hand was on my purse, which I was clutching on my chest as if for dear life. It was the barrier between us, and he took it and threw it onto the sofa effortlessly and then he smiled at me. I hated the way that his smile sent my emotions into a rollercoaster and my panties automatically became wet.

“I came here for a reason,” my voice was trembling, and his stare wasn’t fading as he lifted his hands and took off my jacket.

I tried to move, but my feet were stuck. It was as if they wanted to stay so badly so that they could know what he did next.

He lifted me up as if I was as light as a feather. Everything was moving so fast, Gabe didn’t sugar coat about us coming to the hotel. I didn’t know why I’d expect him to do the same once we were in his suite. His control. His rule of authority and I hated to admit it to myself, but I loved it.

I squealed, “Gabe, what are you doing?”

Then he dropped me on the bed and said, “I want to fucking taste you!”

I shook my head thinking that this was a joke, “Excuse me?”

I was on my back and trying to get up, but before I had the chance, he shoved my skirt around my hips. Then, I knew exactly what Gabe meant as he didn’t even undress me. Gabe tugged on my panties with his teeth and said, “You heard me!”

His head moved quickly in between my legs, showing his expertise. He ripped my thongs; his tongue was in my pussy. I didn’t need to ask what he meant as it felt as if electricity was sending waves of pleasure sizzling through me.

This time I wasn’t holding my head up, but enjoying his tongue as it started to work the length of me, caressing my dripping opening with long, soft strokes and slipping in occasionally, hard and strong.

“You’re just as delicious as I’d imagined,” he growled as I tried to recover from his touch. I didn’t want him to stop as I started to grind myself against him.

“Yes!”

I screamed out as I felt as if I was coming apart at the seams. It was as if every stroke and lick were bringing me closer to my climax. I didn’t think that I could hold on any longer. I was trying to control myself, so I reached out to take his head in my hands, he pulled away as he seized my wrists.

“No hands. Your pleasure is mine to control. All mine and this is just stage one. It’s a little taste of things to come,” he growled as he brought one finger down and slid it inside of me. He stroked my clit while his tongue began licking a delicate figure eight across my crying bud. I writhed against the sheet as my muscles tensed, preparing for that explosion that would tear through me. 

“Fuck!” I cried as I came. I rocked against him screaming as if I was raised in a brothel. I was shouting so many obscenities that I almost scared myself. I started to regain my senses and my breath, while the emptiness occurred between my legs. I wanted him to join me. I was still dressed for the office, as I raised my head to watch him, but then I flopped back on the bed again with a big grin on my face.

“Jasmine, I hope you enjoyed yourself. Freshen up. Get back to the office.”

Then he looked at his watch and said, “You have twenty minutes until the meeting starts and I need you to take notes.”

I waited for him to smile or at least not act so coldly. I lifted my head until he walked out of the door. The one that I was standing in front of only a few minutes ago. I felt like a naughty girl, and I should have been ashamed because of what had just happened, but I felt the complete opposite. He’d made me come in ways that I never knew was possible and it felt sinfully good.