Page 51 of My Sexy Boss
Glancing at my watch, I chuckled. “I didn’t mean to starve you. It’s been hours since we ate. Do you want to go out?”
“I’d rather order a pizza. If you have some food in that expensive fridge, I can throw something together. I love to cook, and I’d kill to have your kitchen.”
“I’ll remember that and stock it up the next time you come over. But as it stands now, there’s not much in there but booze, green olives, pepperoni, celery, and some stuff that I’m sure needs chucking. But I have a ton of takeout menus.”
She laughed. “I’m good in the kitchen, but I can’t perform miracles. Takeout sounds great.”
We settled on Indian food and were soon eating lamb vindaloo, rice, and steamy naan. We talked about literature, movies, social issues, and our lives growing up the way we did—me wealthy, her middle-class. I’d never talked with chicks about any of that, and it felt refreshing and a bit scary. Cierra was pushing me out of my comfort zone, and I wasn’t sure how I liked that. I wasn’t into the relationship thing, and I usually grew tired of a woman after a couple of months. The longest I’d ever gone out with a woman was four months, and that was because she lived in another city and we didn’t get together that often.
After dinner I put on a screwy comedy, and we both laughed at the same places, which surprised me. A lot of the chicks I hung with didn’t have a great sense of humor, but Cierra did, and she could be funny. She was just plain different from any of the women I’d been with.
The citrusy scent of her hair and the musky vanilla perfume she wore were playing havoc with my cock. I tried to be good during the movie, but before the credits came up, I had her fused to me, kissing up a storm and playing with her incredible tits. I usually liked big tits, but hers fit nicely in my hands and were just right. And the sounds she made when I flicked my tongue or fingertip over her pink nipples—fuck.
After we shed each other’s clothes, I scooped her up in my arms. She yelped and pounded lightly on my back as I went into the bedroom and put her on the king-sized mattress. Then I spent the next few hours giving her pleasure over and over. She finally conked out, her head on my chest and her beautiful hair covering me like a blanket. As I listened to her sleep, I still couldn’t believe I had a woman spending the night in my bed. And the night before, I’d spent the night in hers. That shit didn’t happen with me.
Cierra was making me bend all my rules, and I wasn’t sure I liked that.
