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  Bedding the Boss

  By Melody Banks

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  I was proofreading the press release for the last time before emailing it to my boss, Sebastian, when Gina burst into my office.

  “You’re never going to believe this, Gabby!” she exclaimed, shutting the door behind her.

  I smiled. I had been hard at work and could use a little gossip, and Gina was just the person who would have all of the office dirt.

  “What’s up?” I asked. I leaned back in my chair and propped my feet up on my desk. Knowing Gina, this could take awhile.

  “Sebastian just finalized his divorce!” she hissed in a loud whisper.

  I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Really?” This actually was a shocking piece of news. As vice president of marketing, I worked closely with our boss, the president of the department. We travelled together frequently, and he hadn’t told me he was getting a divorce. I thought Sebastian and his wife were solid.

  “Yes,” Gina continued excitedly. “He went out with some of the guys last night and apparently got pretty toasty. He confided that Lindsay cheated on him, with their housekeeper.”

  “Wait.” I was confused. “They have a male housekeeper?”

  “Nope.” Gina wriggled her eyebrows.

  “Wow, I can’t believe he told them that!” I exclaimed. Sebastian’s wife was a lesbian? How is that even possible? Sebastian is, well, basically a Greek God. All of the girls in the office had a crush on him. But he was off limits, a married man, and he wasn’t unavailable just because he had a wife.

  Sebastian kept to himself, another reason this news was surprising. As much as we had travelled together to meet prospective clients over the last year that I had been vice president, he had never talked much about, well, anything personal.

  Of course I thought Sebastian was hot, just like every other woman who worked at Wells & Sons, but it didn’t matter. Business was business. I had pushed any thoughts of his chiseled face and, more importantly, what was underneath the business suits he wore daily, out of my head.

  “I know,” Gina was saying. “Isn’t that wild?” She had sat down in the chair across from my desk, a sure sign she had more to say and wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

  “Hmm.” I tried to sound at least a little uninterested. After all, Sebastian was my boss, and even though I enjoyed gossiping with Gina, I had a certain level of professionalism to maintain.

  “I haven’t even gotten to the best part, Gabs.” Gina leaned in conspiratorially.

  “The collapse of Sebastian’s marriage isn’t juicy enough?” I asked.

  “Well, he also talked about you.”

  I took my feet off my desk and leaned forward. “Really?” I asked in surprise.

  “Yeah,” Gina said. “I told you he was kinda tipsy. According to Dave, they started ranking all the women in the office, and you were top on his list.”

  My heart was racing and I willed my face not to turn red. I didn’t want Gina to know how this news had affected me. I was going to Boston tomorrow with Sebastian, for Christ’s sake! Although I was flattered that he had mentioned me when discussing the girls of the office, I didn’t need any rumors flying around.

  Even though I shouldn’t have egged her on, I couldn’t help myself. “So what exactly did he say?” I pressed.

  Gina grinned. “He said that you had a nice rack.”

  I laughed, in spite of myself.

  “And he rated you most fuckable.”

  This time I was sure my face had turned red. “Don’t be silly,” I chastised Gina.

  “I dunno. Dave’s got a big mouth but I don’t think he’s a liar.”

  That was true. I was intrigued by this info but I couldn’t let it go to my head. My job was the most important thing in my life. Even Sebastian St. Charles wasn’t going to ruin that.

  “Well,” I said lightly, “I’m sure Dave isn’t lying but I wouldn’t be surprised if he was exaggerating just a bit. He’s kind of a pig.”

  Gina snorted. “Yep. Can’t argue with that. I just thought you’d want to know.” She stood up. “I’ve got to get back to work. See ya later, Gabs.”

  After Gina had left, I couldn’t help but think about what she had said. Is Sebastian really attracted to me? I knew I shouldn’t dwell on it, but I couldn’t help it. And I had to admit I was more than a little bit flattered.

  ###

  “How are you today, Gabriella?” Sebastian sat down beside me in the airport terminal, placing his carry-on bag at his feet.

  “Very well, thanks. How about you?” I asked cordially. I was determined not to let what Gina had told me affect the trip to Boston. It would be business as usual.

  “Also very well, thank you,” Sebastian replied. “Want to run through the sales pitch one last time?”

  “Definitely,” I said. We were only going to be in Boston for one night; we would meet with the prospective client that afternoon and fly back to Chicago in the morning.

  We planned our pitch and before I knew it the plane was boarding. I had managed to put Gina’s words out of my head – for the most part. “He rated you most fuckable.”

  I was intrigued; Sebastian had always been off limits – there was no way I was getting involved with a married man under any circumstances – but his divorce changed things. I was extremely attracted to Sebastian; I just had to make sure I kept my distance in Boston, because I wasn’t sure what would happen if I let my guard down.

  ###

  I had just taken a shower in my hotel room and slipped into one of the soft robes that was hanging in the closet. The sales pitch had gone well, and I was pretty sure we’d be bringing on even more business for Wells & Sons.

  I was planning to order room service – a steak and a glass of wine – but my hotel phone rang before I could put the order through.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey Gabriella, this is Sebastian.”

  “Hi.” I tried to keep my voice cool.

  “I’ve made a reservation in the hotel restaurant. Thought we could celebrate the success today with a glass of wine and some dinner. Meet me in 15 minutes?”

  My heart was racing. I knew I should say no; drinking with the boss was on my list of things not to ever do, but instead I heard myself telling him I’d be down shortly.

  Frantically, I tried to decide what to wear. I hadn’t brought much. There was the business suit I had worn for our meeting but other than that I only had my pajamas. Shit.

  I rifled through my bag. Think, Gabriella.

  Okay, this could work. I slipped on the skirt from the suit and pulled my Hello Kitty pajama top over my head. It looked a bit silly, but I dismissed the thought. You’re not trying to impress him, anyway, I reminded myself.

  After a quick mirror check, I slid into my comfortable flats and headed downstairs to meet Sebastian.

  ###

  I was halfway through my second glass of wine when Sebastian arrived at the bar downstairs.

  He placed a hand on my shoulder. “Our table is ready,” he said. “Are you?” Something in his tone suggested he wasn’t just referring to dinner.

  “Sure.” I tried to ignore his hand. Nothing was going to happen. I wouldn’t let it.

  Sebastian pulled the chair back for me and we sat down. He looked amazing in faded jeans and a fitted black t-shirt. I willed myself not to stare too long at his bulging chest. His dark hair was messy, not like how I usually saw him at work. It was still damp, as though he’d just gotten out of the shower.

  “So what’s new?” I asked lamely.

  Sebastian grinned, revealing
the dimple in his left cheek. “You did a good job today,” he complimented me.

  “Thanks.” Why am I at such a loss for words? I wanted to punch myself. I’d been on plenty of trips with Sebastian St. Charles! Why was I getting nervous over some silly gossip?

  “Hello Kitty? I didn’t peg you as a fan.” Sebastian pointed at my top.

  I could feel myself blushing. “I didn’t bring much,” I admitted. “We don’t usually go out to dinner when we travel. I’m used to getting room service. What’s the occasion tonight?”

  “Oh, nothing special,” Sebastian said. “I just wanted to spend some more time with you. Everything’s always so stuffy at work. I thought a relaxing dinner might give us a chance to get to know each other better.”

  I gulped and nodded. Suddenly, I found myself wishing I’d tried a little harder to get dressed up for dinner. I was seeing a side of Sebastian I wasn’t used to. But I liked it.

  “Let’s order,” he suggested. “I feel like a bottle of wine. Is red okay with you?”

  “It’s my favorite,” I told him, motioning to the half-full glass I’d brought from the bar.

  We placed our order and the food arrived quickly. I felt self-conscious eating in front of Sebastian, which was ridiculous considering all of the times I had been around him.

  “So, are you dating anyone?” The question caught me off-guard.

  “No one worth mentioning,” I muttered, thinking of my on-again-off-again boyfriend, Mitchell.

  “My divorce with Lindsay was just finalized,” Sebastian offered, as though it was public knowledge that he was getting a divorce from Lindsay.

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, in what I hoped was a sympathetic voice. Then, before I could think better of it, I threw his question back at him. “Are you dating anyone?”

  Sebastian stared at me, not answering at first. I forced myself to keep his gaze, even though I was completely uncomfortable looking into those piercing eyes.

  “I don’t have a shortage of women, but I can’t say that I’ve found any of them particularly intriguing.”

  “Maybe you haven’t met the right woman,” I shot back. I took another swig of wine. I shouldn’t be doing this, flirting shamelessly with my boss, but yet I couldn’t stop, either.

  “Oh, I’ve met her.” Sebastian was smiling again. I’d never seen him look at me like this before.

  “Not hungry?” Sebastian motioned to my half eaten fish.

  More like I’m too damn nervous to eat with you looking at me like that.

  I shrugged.

  “Not good?” He tried again. “Here, have a bite of mine.”

  Before I could protest, Sebastian got a forkful of pasta and leaned forward. Obligingly, I opened my mouth to let him feed me. We were only a few inches apart.

  This is wrong. I can’t do this. I jumped back abruptly. “I – I need to get back to my room soon,” I stuttered.

  “At least finish your wine.” Sebastian didn’t look put-off at all by my rebuff. In fact, if anything, he was smirking even more than before.

  I drained my glass in one gulp. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I told him, standing up to leave.

  “Gabriella, wait,” Sebastian was saying. But it was too late. I was already back in the hotel lobby.

  Nothing can happen with Sebastian, I chastised myself. It didn’t matter how attracted I was to him, how I could barely listen to him talk without thinking about his soft lips on mine, kissing down my neck, kissing down my chest…

  Besides, he’s your boss. It doesn’t matter if he’s divorced. That changes nothing. I had to keep reminding myself of that fact, no matter what it took. I absolutely couldn’t get romantically involved with Sebastian.

  ###

  I was just dozing off when I heard a knock at the door. At first I thought it was my imagination, so I ignored it. Knock, knock,

  There it was again, louder, persistent. I rolled out of bed and sleepily grabbed my robe. I still felt tipsy from dinner – I wasn’t used to having more than a glass of wine – I tried to shake my head to clear it. Didn’t work.

  The person at the door was knocking again. I looked through the peephole. It was Sebastian!

  I pulled open the door. “Hey,” I said, in what I hoped was a nonchalant voice.

  “Hey,” he replied.

  I stood there awkwardly. “Can’t sleep?” I finally asked. It must be 2 am!

  He held up a bottle of chardonnay. “Can I come in? For a nightcap?”

  “Um, yeah, of course.” My brain was saying no but every other faculty was saying yes.

  Sebastian walked into the room and sat down on the bed. He grabbed the glasses from the nightstand and poured us each a drink. Sebastian patted the bed for me to sit down next to him. “I won’t bite,” he flirted.

  I sat down on the bed and took a sip of wine, not saying anything. My whole body felt like it was on fire, being so close to Sebastian. I had to get a grip, make this normal, before it really did get out of hand. There are some things that can never be undone.

  “So what’s up?” I finally asked.

  “I’m up,” he replied huskily.

  Before I knew what was happening, Sebastian turned to kiss me. His lips were soft and full, much gentler than I had imagined.

  Everything about Sebastian was aggressive – his business style, the way he cut straight to the chase when he was having a conversation with someone. So I guess I had expected his passion to be forceful as well. But it wasn’t; this was sweet, sensual.

  Sebastian slipped his tongue into my mouth, leaning in so our bodies were pressed together. I hugged him back, pressing my hard nipples through my pajama top against his chest. His hand cupped my head, feverishly pulling me against him as the intensity of our kiss grew.

  Unable to stop myself, I slid my hands underneath his shirt, running my fingers along his muscular back. I’d giggled with the other girls at work, speculated about what was under that suit, if he really had the rock-hard body or just knew how to dress in flattering clothing.

  Now I had the answer. And it did not disappoint.

  Sebastian responded to my touch, putting his hands underneath my shirt, caressing my back. The kiss deepened. Sebastian pulled the Hello Kitty shirt off over my head. I didn’t try to stop him.

  Alarm bells were vaguely going off in my mind. But they were drowned out by the pounding of my heart in my ears. My senses were overloaded. I couldn’t think straight. All I knew is that I wanted Sebastian inside me.

  My tits were exposed now. With a groan of pleasure, he cupped my right breast and put his mouth around my hard nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over it – back and forth – up and down.

  “You’re making me so wet,” I moaned. I couldn’t stop myself. I reached down and fiddled with the button on Sebastian’s jeans. He stopped sucking my nipple with his mouth and helped me unbutton, then unzip his jeans. He stood up and pulled them all the way off, so that only his tight boxers remained.

  I could see the bulge of his huge erect cock through his boxers. I lightly ran my hand along the outside of his shaft through the material. He groaned and grabbed my hand. “Don’t be shy,” he whispered. “I want you to touch me, all ten inches of me.”

  I reached my hand inside his underwear and clenched his hard dick in my hand, pulling it up and down, feeling the pre-cum make my hand wet. Sebastian moaned in pleasure. “You’re good at that, Gabriella,” he said.

  He was lying down on the bed now. I had been pumping his cock with my hand, but now I stopped.

  “What’s wrong?” Sebastian whispered. He reached up to brush the hair out of my eyes.

  “Nothing. Let me go down on you.”

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” Sebastian leaned forward and said into my ear, before lying back down on the bed and spreading his legs apart.

  Now that I could fully see his erection, I realized that he actually did have a ten-inch dick.

  “You’re huge,” I told him before wrap
ping my lips around his cock. He moaned my name over and over as I gave him oral pleasure. Sebastian tangled his hands in my hair, leading my face up and down as I sucked him off.

  I could tell he was getting close, so I was surprised when he stopped me. “Wait, wait, Gabriella,” he said in that sexy voice of his.

  I moved from my position below him on the bed so that we were now side by side. Sebastian started caressing my thighs, moving his fingers higher and higher.

  “It’s rude for a man to cum first,” he said, still caressing my thigh area. “I want to taste your pussy.”

  I was throbbing from head to toe. I thought I might explode if he started licking me there. But explode was exactly what I wanted to do, the release that I so desperately needed.

  When I didn’t immediately answer, Sebastian moved his mouth downwards. “I want to make you come so bad, Gabriella.”

  I moaned in pleasure as he licked my clit with his tongue, moving up and down, over and over. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

  I tried to prolong it, but I couldn’t. I was cumming. “Sebastian, I’m cumming,” I gasped as the orgasm started, his soft tongue still against my clitoris.

  “Cum in my mouth, Gabriella,” he commanded, in between licking me.

  I did as I was told, my body writhing involuntarily. It was sheer pleasure. Undoubtedly the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

  As soon as I was done, I turned to look at Sebastian. “Where did you learn to do that?” I asked breathlessly.

  “I think it’s a natural ability.” Sebastian laughed.

  “Well, it’s your turn now,” I heard myself say.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered.

  Sebastian didn’t need to be asked twice. He climbed on top of me on the bed and thrust his hard cock deep inside of me. I gasped in pleasure and surprise. I had never been with a man who was so big before. It was like he was taking up all the space inside of me. It was fucking sexy.

  “Have you ever been fucked by a real man?” he asked me as he moved methodically up and down.