“You’ve no idea how many times I’ve thought about wrecking this pussy.” My hand delves deeper between her thighs, like Santa delving into his sack for the most prized gift. I growl in her ear, a guttural sound of my desperation for her. All the pent up desire, finally set free.
Wide blue eyes stare back at me, her breath coming in short, panting bursts.
“Yeah, I can talk dirty, just like the rest of your book boyfriends.” I kiss her open mouth. “Tonight, you won’t need to read your dirty books.” My mouth nuzzles her neck, then down towards her breasts. “Not when you have a boss right here, desperate to fuck you.”
I bite down over the fabric covering her nipple. She whimpers. The stiff peak pressing against my tongue drives me wild. I need to remove all the fabric between us. Tonight, there’ll be no barrier.
“Nick,” she pants.
“Shh, boss daddy’s gonna take care of you.” I pop a button on her blouse.
She covers her mouth with a gasp. “How much of that book did you read?”
“Enough. I read all your books.Boss Daddy,Banging the Boss, what was that other one?Bossy Business?” Kneeling, I spread her legs, my hands gliding over the trousers she’s wearing and damn, I wish she had those candy striped tights on.
“We can’t do this, Nick. You’re my boss.” She shuffles backwards out of my grasp.
My heart plummets to my stomach, dousing the flames of my desire. My dick straining against my zipper shrivels as all the blood rushes to my head. “Joy. I’m sorry. I thought…”
Red lights flash on her face like a warning. She buttons her shirt, pulling her cardigan over her curves. “Nick, I’m sorry. I just realised I have some stuff to do. I have to go.” She dashes out of the grotto, leaving me alone.
Acid burns the back of my throat. I can’t believe I got this so wrong. With fumbling fingers, I try to button my shirt. I need to check she’s all right. Before I can find her, I hear the side door open and close.
With my chest pounding, I rush to the door, step out into the damp night air. “Joy?” As I race down the street, rain pelts my face, dampening any ounce of heat I had left in my veins. “Joy?”
She’s vanished into the night, along with any hopes I had of making her mine.
My phone pings. I pull it from my trouser pocket.
I’m sorry. Thank you for the pizza.
12
JOY
Ihaven’t slept all night. I shouldn’t have run off like that. The sad thing is that he thinks I don’t want him, when I want nothing more than to be with him.
Opening my messages, I read the text he sent last night. I can’t stop reading it, but I have no idea how to respond.
You have nothing to be sorry for.
I just couldn’t tell him I’d never done anything like that before. I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, but I didn’t want him to think I was lame or the most awkward person he’d ever slept with because I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, other than push A into slot B or C. No matter how many books I’ve read, it’s different when you’re doing it in real life.
“What happened to you last night?” Sara, my flatmate, says as she boils the kettle.
I grab a box of tissues from the counter and blow my nose. Walking home in the rain last night with no umbrella wasn’t my best idea. I just needed to think. And breathe.
Sara’s eyes rove over my snowflake pyjamas, then glance at the kitchen clock. “You not going into work today?”
“I can’t face it today. I feel like such an idiot.” I blow into the tissue again, wondering how much to tell Sara.
She pours boiling water into two mugs and hands me a cup of instant coffee. “What’s happened?”
I burst into tears, pulling more tissues from the box.
Sara wraps her arms around me as I sob into her shoulder. We’ve been friends since school. She knows me better than anyone, but she doesn’t know I’ve had a thing for my boss for the last year.
I sniffle and wipe my eyes with the tissue. “Nick kissed me.”
