Page 14 of Hating the Boss

I imagined her hand around me, her soft skin different from the callouses that surrounded me now. Sliding my hand up the shaft, I let out a sigh that had been long waiting to be released. Steadying my breathing, I squeezed the head before dragging my hand back down to the base. I adjusted my hips, so I was leaning further back against the wood.

The air in the room was hot. Heavy.

My body ached for release, imagining Sarah’s legs wrapped around me as she rode me hard, her cream dress pushed up at her hips as she moved faster. The other hand clenched the wooden bench, my knuckles whitening as I let out a groan that filled the small room. My breath grew ragged as my grip grew stronger, my strokes more rhythmic.

I imagined what Sarah sounded like when she moaned. What she looked like when her head was thrown back in pleasure, her brown hair brushing against my bare knees.

My hand met the head of my cock, slick with sweat and pre-cum, wetting my grasp even more. Each stroke became more frantic, desperate for release, as I bucked my hips. A wave of pleasure surged through me until the overwhelming rush made me let out a guttural moan, as I released in thick spurts. My body twitched involuntarily until I was empty.

I loosened my grip on my cock and let out a long, pleasure-filled sigh. Exhaustion rolled over me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Sarah.

Or how much trouble hiring her was.

Chapter 7 Sarah

After Brittany left to head back to her apartment, my sister and I stayed up watching chick flicks and eating popcorn while I finished off the bottle of wine. The red, oaky liquid poured down my throat, making my brain slightly hazy. Making my brain wander to places it shouldn’t. People it shouldn’t.

Brad’s chiseled face entered my brain for what felt like the thousandth time that day. He was like playing a guessing game, wondering if I would get the sexy smirk or the tight line of his lips pressed together. Either one made my core feel like it was melting into molten.

And those eyes.

Those gray eyes that went from a cloudy day to a snowstorm in the blink of an eye. I had never seen anything like them, which was what made it so hard to look at him today. It felt like a luxury I shouldn’t be privy to experiencing.

But then again…

His eyes had wandered too, making my cheeks flush at the thought even hours later. Landing on the neckline of my dress, they had turned dark, like a charcoal sketch, and I wanted desperately to know the picture he was imagining.

“Earth to Sarah…” said Jessica, waving her hand in front of my face.

I blinked a few times, my eyes registering on Matthew McConoughey and Kate Hudson at a basketball game. I turned to my sister, who sat with her brow arched and her arms crossed.

“What?” I asked.

“Where did you go?”

I sighed, feeling foolish for my drunken thoughts about my boss. Maybe it was the wine, or just the need to get it off my chest, but I decided to tell her more about the interview.

“I can’t stop thinking about my boss,” I admitted sheepishly.

Jessica put her fingers to her temples and rubbed them. “Oy vey,” she groaned.

“I know. I know.” I buried my face in my hands, and let out a soft laugh. “But you weren’t there, Jess. It was almost magnetic.”

“Your coffee to his suit?” she asked with a smirk.

“Shh.” I gave her a gentle shove on the shoulder. “He looked at me, you know…”

“Most interviewers do look at their candidates.”

I threw my hands up exasperatedly.

“Okay, okay,” said Jessica, apology coating her voice as she leaned against the back of the couch and peered at me curiously. “I’m listening.”

“There was something there. There was something behind his smile. And I definitely caught him looking at my chest. And the crazy thing was, I didn’t mind.”

“Sarah!” exclaimed Jessica loudly.

“This is bad, huh?”