Page 52 of The Boss Upstairs
I smile. “Are you going to brush my hair, Mr. Hanson?”
“If you’d like.”
My body shivers in anticipation. “You bet.”
“Come and sit next to me.”
I practically hop over, and bounce down right next to him. He laughs and slides a hand down my hair. It’s heavenly. He twists it up in a loose bun on top of my head. He leans down and drops a soft kiss on the nape of my neck. “Sorry, I just had to do that,” he says softly. “You like that?”
I feel like I’m on drugs. I can hardly speak. “Yes,” I say, the word barely spoken.
He kisses me again. “You like when I kiss you right here, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“It arouses you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
His kiss lingers this time. “It arouses me too… very much.”
I’m held captive under his touch, under his kiss.
He lets my hair fall down my shoulders. “You have such beautiful hair.”
“Do you like the blue ends?” I ask, curious. “Or are they too wild for you?”
He slides the brush gently down my hair, and a shiver travels from the base of my neck to the bottom of my spine. “I love them. They’re very you. You’re unique.”
“It feels so good.”
He repeats the process once more. “Say ‘Thank you, Sir.’”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You are very welcome, Grasshopper.”
I close my eyes, wanting this moment to never end.
He brushes my hair for a long time, the both of us quiet, enjoying the silence. I wonder what he’s thinking about. Finally, he presses his mouth against the shell of my ear. “How was that?”
“Amazing,” I tell him. “Are we done?”
“No… I’m not quite done with you, sweetie.”
I turn to him, wondering what he has in mind.
“This brush is good for more than brushing hair,” he tells me. “Lay down on my lap.”
I smile. He can’t be serious.
But he is. Very serious. I can see it in the line of his brow, in the curve of his lips. The expression on his face is quite peculiar, both playful and predatory.
I obey immediately and stretch my behind across his lap. My feet are kicking up and my arms are extended in front of me.
“Perfect.” He slowly slides the hem of my skirt up, over my rear. He toys with my panties. “I like these. Very cute. I like flowers.”
I groan out loud.
