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  Touched by the Boss

  Hazel Kelly

  © 2014 Hazel Kelly

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  All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental.

  “Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation leans on the doorbell” - Unknown

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1: Ella

  Chapter 2: Will

  Chapter 3: Ella

  Chapter 4: Will

  Chapter 5: Ella

  Chapter 6: Will

  Chapter 7: Ella

  Chapter 8: Will

  Chapter 9: Ella

  Chapter 10: Will

  Chapter 11: Ella

  Chapter 12: Will

  Chapter 13: Ella

  Chapter 14: Will

  Chapter 15: Ella

  Chapter 16: Will

  Chapter 17: Ella

  Chapter 18: Will

  Thanks

  Chapter 1: Ella

  I felt sick by the time I got to the elevator. Everything in my body was saying that I’d made a mistake, but my head was convinced I did the right thing by removing myself from the situation.

  It was so confusing. I didn’t know what the hell to think. All I knew was that I was scared, scared of how much I wanted him and scared of how he made my body feel. I’d never had a burning in my guts like that.

  As soon as he pulled me to him, everything went blurry. I was sure if I stayed for one more moment, I would’ve lost control. There was no telling what I might have done or what I might have let him do.

  And it wasn’t safe to be with him like that. With one touch Will Abbott had nearly made me forget everything I’d ever wanted and everything I’d been working so hard for.

  Which made him the most dangerous man I’d ever met.

  So I was right to flee. Clearly, the right thing to do was to not sleep with my boss- or rather- the man who I desperately wanted to continue to have as my boss.

  So why did I feel like shit?

  It didn’t make sense. I worked so hard to impress him for the right reasons, and I had. He’d said as much anyway. He made a fuss about what a great party I threw.

  But that kiss. That kiss wasn’t the kind of kiss that just comes over somebody because of one too many whiskey sours. There was force in it. Intent. He wanted me then and I could feel his desire in every muscle in his body. If I hadn’t pulled away, he wouldn’t have stopped. He would’ve kept going until… until what? Until we were lying in the hotel bed together naked and breathless?

  I couldn’t even think about it. It was hard enough to convince myself that I hadn’t imagined his hands being on me like that. The thought of him being inside me was too overwhelming.

  Not that I didn’t want him. Of course I wanted him. Every woman who had ever laid eyes on him wanted him. But even if I stayed- even if I’d been able to let myself go enough for him to have his way with me- what then?

  There was no way I would be able to satisfy a man like him. Not only did I know virtually nothing about sex aside from the basic mechanics of it, he was experienced. Probably far more experienced than I could even begin to imagine.

  What would happen when he realized that whatever fantasy he’d built up in his mind about what it would be like to sleep with me fell flat? It was one thing to show up and be charming in a sexy dress, to fib about the experience I had in order to land the job opportunity of a lifetime. But fibbing about sexual prowess was an entirely different thing. Once I was naked there would be no hiding behind fancy dresses and false charm, and I didn’t know the first thing about faking it.

  Okay, that wasn’t entirely true.

  I could fake an orgasm. Or at least, the few guys I’d slept with had seemed convinced by my past performances. I don’t know if faking an orgasm is really a nice thing to do. I never thought about it. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time, and then after I did it once, I’d sort of stitched myself up.

  But even the best sex with my ex never felt half as good as the feeling I had when Will kissed me. His touch alone made me wetter than I even thought I could get.

  I guess it wasn’t that I was worried I’d have to fake an orgasm with Will at all. On the contrary, I think I was afraid I might actually have one. Then I would be indebted to him even more than I already was.

  For all I knew, that was what that fire was that he ignited when he stuck his fingers inside me. I’d certainly read enough books to know that when my legs went numb I was in danger.

  But danger from what? Experiencing real sexual pleasure for the first time in my life?

  Maybe I didn’t deserve to feel good or enjoy sex. That’s certainly what my behavior was leading me to believe.

  Maybe Jackie was right about my instincts being all wrong. After all, I’d never had a relationship that didn’t involve me faking orgasms. Even worse, I’d never had a guy go down on me for any reason other than to reciprocate oral sex. Not even on my birthday. And the few times it did happen, I would’ve rather been watching Netflix than having my boyfriend slobber on my vagina.

  And I used to think it was me. I thought I just wasn’t very sexual, that I had a low libido or something. But for the first time ever, I was starting to think it wasn’t me at all. It was just my taste in men up to this point.

  The truth was I’d only ever slept with boys. Boys whose idea of a date was going inside a fast food place instead of using the drive thru, boys who thought sex was over when they came, and boys who still played video games and thought it was funny to squeeze my breasts in front of their friends.

  But I was starting to think that maybe I didn’t have to settle for boys anymore. And maybe the only reason I never got that much enjoyment out of sex was because I’d never had an experienced lover who knew what they were doing. Maybe the right person could bring out a side of me that I didn’t know existed, a side of me that Will had nearly teased out after the party.

  Because I swear the way I felt when he held me against his body and sucked at the delicate skin on my neck made me hot all over. He made me want it in a way I’d never wanted it before, and he made me believe that what he wanted to do wasn’t just sex as I’d experienced it. I got the impression that what he had in mind was going to be an act of sexual aggression that would leave my body spent and my mind blank.

  And that’s why I ran.

  Because I was afraid of the unknown, and there was nothing less familiar to me than sexual pleasure.

  I don’t know why I was so willing to accept that before. I guess I just didn’t know what I was missing. But now- even though I still didn’t know because I fled like a pathetic wimp- I’d had a taste of what it might be like to give myself to a real man.

  And suddenly I was aware of a void in my life.

  Which was a disaster because ignorance had been bliss before, and now I had more problems than I could wrap my head around.

  Not only did I need a job, but I needed a job from the very person I’d rejected. And to make matters worse, the more I thought about it, the harder it was to convince myself that I didn’t actually want to sleep with him.

  Chapter 2: Will

  I was dumbfounded. No woman had ever rejected me like that in my whole life.

  Part of me wanted to run after her, but I couldn’t move. I just stood there with her wetness on my fingers.

  When I first touched her, I couldn’t hear anything over my desire. It was like violent winds were roaring around us in the
room. But as soon as the door clicked shut behind her, everything was silent.

  And for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what went wrong. Our chemistry was undeniable, especially on the dance floor after not seeing much of each other for weeks. And that dress. It was like a red flag to a bull.

  Then when we got up to the room, she seemed so relaxed. Okay, maybe not relaxed as such, but less anxious than usual. Or so I thought. I tried to put her at ease about her job and told her she had nothing to worry about. I even assured her that I wasn’t her boss in that moment which I assumed would be enough to mitigate whatever moral dilemma was obviously plaguing her.

  But what really pissed me off was the fact that she had kissed me back. There was no doubt about that. When I pulled her to me, there was no resistance on her part. She willingly let me seize her, thereby further igniting my longing for her.

  And as soon as her fat bottom lip hit mine, I wasn’t thinking anymore. I was just doing, and I had no intention of slowing down.

  Of course, maybe that was where I went wrong. She had permitted me to kiss her, but that was it. She hadn’t given me permission to stroke her opening and shove my fingers deep into her center. She hadn’t given me permission to finger fuck her wetness until she dripped down my hand.

  Still, that was ridiculous. I wasn’t the kind of man that waited for an invitation to pleasure a woman I wanted to please. And that wasn’t what women wanted either whether they knew it or not. Women wanted to be taken, had, apprehended. They wanted to fuck, to come, to quiver.

  I couldn’t recall a single time a woman ever asked me to be more gentle or to take things slower. They liked it rough. They wanted raw, unadulterated passion. They didn’t want to cuddle and make love. At least not any women I’d bedded.

  And it wasn’t like I was trying out new moves. I touched her that way because I knew what worked, and the way she soaked my hand was proof enough that she wanted it.

  So what was all that bullshit she spewed on the way out of the room? The it’s-not-you-I’m-so-sorry crap. That did nothing for my ego and even less to relieve the pressure that built up in my cock before she left.

  For a moment, I considered the fact that maybe she was lying about having a boyfriend. But even that didn’t explain it. If she was all that pure, she wouldn’t have even gone to that room alone with me in the first place. So what stopped her from letting go when I was just getting started?

  I thought I did everything right. I was charming and considerate. I put her needs before my own. I practiced restraint I didn’t even know I had. I gave her time and space so I wouldn’t lose my mind, bend her over my desk, and show her what I really thought of her new work clothes from Macy’s.

  So what the fuck was her problem?

  And more importantly, what the fuck was my problem?

  Why was I so hung up on her? Why did I care so much about a young woman who obviously wasn’t smart enough to recognize a good thing when it was right in front of her?

  Surely she was just a dime a dozen college grad, albeit with above average ambition and undeniably superior looks. But so what? I should just get over it. She was obviously more trouble than she was worth.

  In fact, she was arguably as high maintenance as all the other women I loathed. Ella just had her own style of being a pain in the ass. If I were smart, I would transfer the bonus she was promised for a job well done at the Christmas Party, and then I would try and forget about her and the fact that she gave me the most painful blue balls of my life.

  Because she and I both knew that I never had to see her again if I didn’t want to.

  Of course, that was the problem.

  I did want to see her again. Desperately. And I didn’t just want to see her either. I wanted to continue where I left off in the hotel room. She was essentially unfinished business as far as I was concerned.

  In fact, much to my horror, I didn’t feel any less strongly about her now than I did when my fingers were squeezed in her tight pussy and my mouth was inhaling her sweet neck.

  I don’t know if I was just obsessed with having her because I couldn’t. Not that I really believed that. I knew I could still have her. I just had to wait even longer- which pissed me off- but she would be mine. No one says no to Will Abbott and gets away with it. Especially not a gloriously endowed woman with curves that begged to be stroked and a stubborn restraint that part of me admired.

  But she would regret teasing me like that. I would make sure of it. If she thought walking away like she did was going to calm me down or throw a wet blanket over the fact that I wanted to fuck her sideways, she had another thing coming.

  Because I wanted it more than ever now, and she would have to be punished for playing games. Seriously. Saying no to me was one thing, but being an Indian giver was just downright nasty.

  She let me have her and then she stole herself away. That act alone left a far more displeasing taste in my mouth than the fact that she was going to compromise her morals and sleep with her boss. After all, since I was her boss, I could hardly hold that against her.

  On the other hand, if she’d just let her fucking guard down for two seconds and let me do what I wanted with her banging little body, I’ve no doubt it would have left a very pleasurable taste in my mouth, a taste that it pained me now to wonder about.

  But I would give her another chance to oblige me. I was confident that she regretted walking out. I have no doubt that she would’ve been disappointed with her foolhardy decision before she even left the building. Her own wetness dripping down her leg in the elevator would have been tragedy enough for any woman.

  Too bad she hadn’t stuck around. I would’ve happily taken care of that for her.

  Unfortunately, in order to ultimately get what I wanted, I’d have to give her what she wanted.

  I’d have to give her the job extension she was after and the additional responsibility, too. If she even had the guts to show up and ask for it.

  Though I expected she did. Which was fine. She proved that she could do the job and that she enjoyed it so it would be easy to rationalize that decision.

  But that didn’t mean I had to make it easy for her. Especially when she’d decided to make it so hard for me. So very, very hard for me.

  Chapter 3: Ella

  I was so anxious I wanted to cry. In fact, I decided that might not be a bad back up plan if I could pull it off. After all, I didn’t know much about men, but I knew that crying women were pretty high on their list of things to avoid.

  Crying wasn’t the kind of thing I could fake easily, but I wouldn’t have to fake it if I just imagined the job descriptions I’d read over the weekend. I spent all of Sunday afternoon trying to convince myself that I should never face him again, that it would be easier to find something new. Unfortunately, all the listings I found were for event management apprenticeships, all of which seemed totally unappealing. Especially considering the fact that my bank account just cleared a twenty thousand dollar bonus which was more money than I’d earned from all my past jobs combined.

  Plus, I loved the rush of working at the Abbott Hotel. I liked the high stakes and the pressure of trying to impress such discriminating clientele. It made me feel alive to be doing something so exciting in an environment with other people who expected excellence in everything, and I liked self-identifying as an independent woman working in the big city. I felt like I was doing myself and my family proud.

  And I cared about Will, too. I didn’t really understand what my feelings for him were exactly. I didn’t know if it was just a lusty crush or if it was more. Honestly, I tried not to think about it as much as possible. I remembered hearing some self-help guru that my Mom used to listen to on tape say what you focus on expands. So I decided that focusing on my feelings for Will was a terrible idea.

  And even though there was no denying that I wanted him and what he had been so willing to give me, I had to keep it together. I had to stick by the fact that I had done the right thing by removing my
self from the situation even though it may have actually been the stupidest mistake I’ve ever made.

  But what was done was done, and despite the fact that I felt absolutely nauseous about meeting Will for a frank discussion about my future at his company, I had to suck it up. I had to be strong and clear headed and accountable for my actions. That was the only way I was going to convince either of us that I made a good decision when I put the business before our carnal urges. Because people like him could sense weakness.

  If I seemed nervous, he would pick up on it, and something told me that if I led him to believe I regretted my decision to walk out on any level, things would spiral out of control.

  I took a deep breath and rounded the corner towards his office.

  “Good morning, Ella,” Emily said when she saw me.

  “Hi Emily.” I cleared my throat. “Is Will here?”

  “He is,” she said, glancing down at the jumping lights on her phone. “He’s on a call though. I didn’t realize he was expecting you.”

  “That’s all right. I don’t mind waiting.”

  “Oh, one second.” She picked up the phone and pushed a few buttons. “It looks like he’s done.”

  I pursed my lips and tried to covertly rub my palms on my skirt.

  “Ella’s here to see you.” Her face dropped and she moved the phone two inches from her ear. “Well don’t take it out on me.”

  I strained to hear what he was saying, but it was in vain.

  “Or her,” Emily added. “You know they do things differently over there. Don’t let it get to you.” She hung up the phone and looked at me. “He’s not in a very good mood today.”

  “Oh?”

  “Not that he has any right to be cross.” She looked in her coffee mug and crinkled her nose. “Can I get you something to drink?”

  “No, thank you. I’m fine.”

  She stood up and pushed her chair in. “Well don’t say I didn’t warn you. In my opinion he’s not fit for company today, but feel free to go in whenever you’re ready.”