Under My Boss's Authority: Office Romance Collection by Jamie Knight (small books to read .TXT) 📕

they, or indeed the media, were likely to pay much attention with the excitement of his new novel going around. Either way, any plans to expose us had been defused.

“Engaged, you say?” I asked hoarsely when the screen had gone blank and the microphone was off, “When did that happen?”

“Spur of the moment. Probably a bit of a shock for some of them too, I’d imagine. I was something of a bad boy, in my younger days. A ‘player’ you might say. But I’ve put that behind me now. I only want you, Vega. And I would very much like to make you my wife, if you will have me.”

“Of course I will,” I laughed, my head spinning, “Granted, I would have preferred you got down on one knee and asked directly but it’s the thought that counts. So, how shall we celebrate?”

“I can think of a few ways,” he said, stroking my thigh, left mostly bare by the dress I’d been forced to don due to a lack of other options.

“Oh, yeah?”

“If you’d like to.”

“Always. I am yours, completely,” I assured him.

He kissed me, hard. With a flaming passion that almost scared me. We were getting married. He was mine and I was his.

He released me, both of us moving away slowly. I took him by the hand, the one that had been on my thigh, and led him into the bedroom.

It felt natural. I never used to like being naked in front of other people. But having Hugo undress me felt so good and right. He had gotten quite good at it too, whipping my dress off effortlessly and leaving me standing in only my panties.

I didn’t like to wear shoes at the best of times, least of all inside, and my nipples had gotten particularly tender, so I spent most of my time forgoing the use of a bra.

He kissed me, working his way down my neck, over the collar I so willingly wore. When he ended up at my chest, I moaned as his tongue touched my nipple. It was almost as good as the sensations wrought by the hand he slipped down the front of my panties. Light licks pleasuring my sensitive nipples, as gentle fingers quelled my raging pussy. He was still doing both when I came, making it difficult to tell which of the stimulations had been finally responsible. Though I had my theories.

Progressing down between my breasts, along my belly, his other hand joined the one that had pleasured me so, easing my panties down and then off. He gently lifted each of my feet by the ankle as he pulled them free.

Still on his knees before me, Hugo guided me down onto the bed and, with his hands on my knees, he tenderly opened my legs. Taking a moment to admire what he found there, he went for it. His chiseled cheeks pressing lightly against my inner thighs as he took the first long, gentle licks of my tender pussy.

I moaned loud enough to wake the dead as he pleasured me, using every method he knew to make me vibrate with pure ecstasy.

I sounded my last cry of pure joy, collapsing on the bed, not sure if I would ever move again, not that I particularly wanted to at that exact moment. Hugo embraced me, planting kisses all over my face and neck, bringing me back to sense. Willing my arms to work I returned his embrace, the connection cracking like lighting in my ears.

He wetted his fingers and, very lightly, pressed them up against my pussy. I moaned with delight at the touch.

“Ready?”

“Yes. Please.”

He was naked in no time, never actually taking his hand off my pussy as he undressed. My heart started beating even faster when I finally saw his beautiful cock spring free.

One by one, he once again positioned me on the edge of the bed, my legs looped over his arms as he began the long, slow slide into my pussy.

I could feel every inch of Hugo’s hard cock filling every inch I had to offer, never relenting its gentle progress until it was all the way inside me. He paused for a moment, the pulse of our hearts and the soft throbbing of his cock seeming to fall into sync. Kissing me deep, he began to move.

The rhythm of his cock in my pussy, becoming like a mantra in my head. Something to focus on as my mind was filled with pure white light. Somewhere in the distance, a woman was moaning. It was some time before I realized it was me.

Willing myself back down into my physical form, I was hit by the force of a massive orgasm. One of many, as it turned out, in the course of a few minutes. I knew I could have multiples, but none of them had been anything like that. Yet, there I was, coming all over the place, completely taken over by the most transcendent experiences of my life.

He carried me. There was no way I could walk. My arms and legs dangled as though I was asleep in his arms, ragdoll limp and useless. As opposed to just indisposed. Barely able to swallow until I got more of my faculties back.

Water pounded into the tub and I could almost feel the steam kissing my skin. Before I could form the words to tell him it was too hot, I heard the distinctive squeak of the old tap as he eased off the hot and turned up the cold.

It was perfect. The water that enveloped me in its warm embrace neither hot enough to scald, nor cold enough to chill. Either of which could well have shocked me back to a more functional stat, but Hugo had a different way of doing things.

From his position beside the tub, he scrubbed me down until I was squeaky clean. My nerves were on high alert, the slightest touch sending a jolt of sensation through me. Which explained