The Boss

Introduction

Cold.

Iced.

Frosty.

Aloof.

All compatible making the perfect package. That was the aura he dispersed. His comportment was nothing less of that.

Arrogant.

Sexy.

Beautiful.

Desirable.

Words used to describe him by the loudmouth, flirtatious, curser of an assistant.

She was solicitous for him.

He was proficient.

She gave him coffee.

He gave her solemn looks.

I leaned down until my lips touched his right ear. I brushed them gracefully across the ear before whispering, "You sure about that?"

"Trust me Miss Jones, I don't say words I don't mean."

This better be worth it then.

I hadn't said anything after. I let myself indulge in the moment presented to me.

"Savor this then," I whispered before kissing his ear softly.

I let my hands work their magic on his shoulders. I was molding out the tension that worked up in the muscles.

"¡Dame fuerza!" he spoke in his usual sexy accent.

What? Can you blame me?

"Sssh," I shushed in his ears, "no talking. Just relax."

I ran my hands boldly down his chest. I worked them back up his shoulders then down his back. I was making certain that I missed absolutely nothing.

What hardbody he has?

The image of his shirtless torso polluted my mind cascading down the length of my entity to the deepest, most selfish, part of my unquenched thirst.

"Don't worry Sir, I'll cater to your unborn desires." I murmured absentmindedly.

"¿Esta bien?" came through his lips.

I ticked at him, "No...no...no Mr. Richards. Only my language."

"Isn't this language to your liking?" He asked almost like he was curious. But I knew better than to assume.

"No," I lied.

"¿Estás segura?"

Huh?

"I don-," he cut me off.

"Conozco te pensarlos seduciendo," it was as if he was sending sweet lullabies to my ears.

Velvety,

Sexy,

Sensual.

I groaned inwardly.

"No, no, no! You don't get to have the upper hand in this."

Conniving prick

"No hacome," it felt like he was taunting me.

I squeezed his shoulders with a little more pressure.

Well, it takes two to play a game.

I turned him around gently.

I'm sure as hell fired.

Inching my skirt up, I climbed on him sitting on his lap.

"Miss Jones, I have work to do," he proclaimed.

"Oh, I assure you do Mr. Richards."

I glide my hands over his face.

Such manliness.

I gazed in his eyes.

Such coldness yet it seemed like a cover to protect something...

I glanced at his lips.

Pink,

Protruding,

Kissable?

I leaned inwards. Gazing in the stormy eyes. Hypnotized by the swirling physique.