Page 4 of Lying to the Boss

“This feels further from the city than I’d expect you to live,” he says. “Being a big, important businessman and all.”

“It’s not my main residence. I have a penthouse in the city, but you can imagine why I wouldn’t bring a stranger I just met in a bar there.”

He pauses, staring into my eyes.

“No, instead you took me to a remote location.”

“You think I can’t defend myself?” I ask.

“I think it doesn’t matter, because that’s not why I’m here.” He walks deeper into the foyer, his head going every which way as he takes in all the paintings and statues. His actions say he’s interested, but the look on his face is almost disappointed. Which throws me a little. I can’t get a read on him, and it’s quite interesting.

He turns on his heel to face me. “So, where are we going?”

I walk toward him, stopping an inch away. He’s half a foot shorter than me, so I have to look down into those honey-brown eyes.

“That’s your choice,” I say. “Do you prefer to be fucked on a kitchen counter or in a bed?”

“That depends on how long you’re going to last,” he goads.

“Long enough,” I say, feeling an inkling of frustration itching up my spine. Not in an angry way, but in the way that I want to put him in his place.

I’m not really into the BDSM stuff. Yes, I like a little pain with sex now and then. I enjoy rough fucking. But I don’t get off on the power dynamics. I like being in charge, but I don’t need someone to submit for me. I just want to fuck and have us both enjoy it.

A smile crawls across his lips. “I guess the bed then.”

I search his honey gaze, trying to figure him out. I can’t, and it’s annoying. “Follow me.”

I hold his gaze for a moment longer before moving around him and taking a right at the hallway, following it to the very end. I open the door on the left and gesture for him to go inside.

He looks around in the same way he did when he first walked in, as he makes his way over to the bed, turning to face me.

“Should I get your name, or is Mr. Monroe fine?” he asks.

I shrug off my jacket, laying it over the armchair in the corner, and I loosen my tie as I walk toward him.

“You can call me whatever you’d like. As long as you get that fine ass of yours on the bed.” I slide my tie off. “Right. Now.”

“Should I get naked first?”

“No,” I say. “Just get on all fours for me.”

He shrugs a shoulder, giving a look like whatever you say. And then he crawls onto the bed in the exact position I told him to.

With an arm around his waist, I tug him up so his back is to my front. I undo the button of his pants and use one hand to shove them down while my other arm stays tightly around him.

I run my nose along the back of his neck, taking in his scent. Spice and wood. Hints of citrus.

“How much prepping do you like?” I whisper in his ear.

“I want to feel it tomorrow.”

“That isn’t what I asked.”

“Just enough to fit your cock into me without making me bleed,” is what he says, looking up at me over his shoulder.

I place my hand flat between his shoulder blades and push him back down, then step away to look at him. I don’t know what’s so hot about seeing a man on all fours, in my bed, with his pants pulled down just enough to use his ass. A man’s naked body is beautiful, but this? It’s dirty and I love it.

I grab a condom and lube from the end table. I lube up two fingers and waste no time sliding them inside of him. He tenses and moans, but it’s only a moment or two before he’s fucking himself on my fingers slowly.