The Boss' Surrender (Callahan's Secretary) (3 page)

             
It was something she’d never imagined, that Anthony would be insecure, or that he’d ever doubt himself.  He always seemed so at ease, so comfortable in his skin.  But then when it came to business, he knew precisely where he stood.  He never revealed too much, played his cards close to his vest, and kept the other side guessing.  In that moment, Grace realized what it had cost him in terms of risk to say those three little words first.

             
“I love you,” she said.  The words were quiet, muffled.  She hadn’t said them to another person since her parents had passed away.  It was like a weight had been lifted from her the moment she released the words, but there was little time to reflect on it.  He kissed her then, hungrily.  There was a desperation and a hunger in that kiss unlike anything else that had passed between them.   Her breasts were crushed against his chest and his arms were a steel band around her.  She could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against the soft curve of her belly.   Placing her hands on his shoulders, she lifted herself  just a bit and rocked against him. His breath hissed out and his cock pulsed against her.  In that moment, she didn’t just feel beautiful, she felt powerful.  When Anthony’s hands came up to cup her breasts, she caught his wrists.   His only response was a raised eyebrow. 

             
Grace leaned forward to kiss him.  At the last second before their lips touched, she stopped and said, “Tonight, I’m the boss.”  She watched his face for his response.  The ticking of a muscle in his jaw could have been lust or it could have been anger, but his cock swelling between them, growing thicker and harder was answer enough.

             
“Hands on the back of the tub,” she ordered.  Anthony immediately complied, placing his arms out, his hands gripping the edge of the jacuzzi.  Uncertain but very intrigued, Grace took charge.  She licked and nipped at his firm lips, until he parted them for her.  Emboldened by his response, she delved her tongue into his mouth, kissing him hungrily.  She knew that her control was merely an illusion, that he could have rested it back from her at any moment, but she loved him for allowing her the chance to play at it.  Moving lower, she pressed her lips against his neck, scraping her teeth over the corded muscles there.  He started to move then, but she immediately backed away.  Rising up, she wagged a finger at him.  “Either you play by my rules, or we don’t play.”

             
Anthony took a moment, a deep fortifying breath, and then gripped the edge of the tub so hard his knuckles turned white.  “I’m yours to command,” he said.  No sooner had he said the words than Grace’s hot mouth was again on his skin.  The softness of her lips and tongue followed by the scrape of her teeth had his blood racing.  As much as he wanted to simply grab her hips and thrust deeply inside her, he remained still and allowed her to lead.  He almost groaned in protest when she straightened, but then his eyes were drawn to the lush mounds of her breasts, and the sight of her perfectly manicured nails framing the turgid peaks.  She pinched, rolled and tugged at those sweet buds and he could feel her response to that touch by the clenching of her pussy around his cock.   Then she was rising up, lifting her breasts to his mouth. 

             
“Lick my nipples... but that’s all.  No kissing, sucking, biting... not until I say so,” she admonished. 

             
Anthony complied, fighting back the urge to close his lips over the tightened buds and suck them into his mouth.  Still, he wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine.  Flexing his tongue, he flicked it gently over one taut peak and then the other.  Each lick, each flick of his tongue was deliberately teasing.  He could feel the heat of her pussy against him, hotter that the water that surrounded them. More long, lingering licks, and he curled his tongue so that it surrounded her furled nipples with each pass. 

             
“Now your mouth,” she said.  “But your hands stay where they are.”

             
Greedily, he complied.  Anthony feasted on her breasts, sucking them into his mouth, he devoured them.  Her hands crept up and she tugged at his hair as she arched her back, offering herself more fully to him.  How far would she take it, he wondered?  What lengths was Grace willing to go to.  No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than she was lifting her hips, guiding one hand between their bodies.  When she closed her fingers around his aching cock he thought the pleasure would kill him.  It was nothing compared to the sweet agony he felt when she took him into her body.  The damp folds parted easily, closing around the head of his cock.  Then she began to sink down on him, flexing her hips, clenching the muscles of her sex as she pulled him into her inch by inch. 

             
“Grace, you’re fucking killing me.”

             
She pressed her breasts against his chest, and her hands drifted over his arms, down to his hands.  Placing the palm of her hands against the backs of his, she threaded her fingers through his and held them against the edge of the tub.  “I kind of like being in charge for a change.”

             
He growled in response, but it transformed into a low groan as she rocked her hips.  Circled them on his.  Again, she circled her hips, her body undulating gracefully, pulling him deep and then releasing just a bit.  Each time she moved against him, he saw stars.  It felt as if he every drop of blood in his body had rushed to his cock.  He watched her face, noting her flushed cheeks, parted lips.  Her eyes were half closed and the look of pleasure that etched her features was beautiful to him.  When her head fell back, her dark hair cascading over her back as she rode him, her breasts thrusting against his chest, he had to grit his teeth to keep form coming right there. 

             
Grace surged against him, circling her hips faster, clenching tighter around him.  She was so close.  Her orgasm hovered just beyond her reach.  Shifting slightly, she leaned back, altering the angle of his penetration.  She rocked her hips, once, then twice, then her orgasm shattered within her, spiraling outward in wave after wave of bliss.  His name escaped her lips.  She ground against him, once again wanting to feel him coming with her.  Within seconds, he was groaning her name, his hot seed jetting inside her. 

             
Exhausted and replete, she collapsed against him, her face pressed to his shoulder.  His cock still pulsed within her, and she savored every moment of it.  The words bubbled out of her again.  Having said them once, she couldn’t resist repeating them.  “I love you,” she whispered.  She was rewarded by his arms closing around her completely, holding her close. 

             
“Oh, Grace.  I love you, too.  I wish I could show you how much,” he said. 

             
Grace didn’t answer, merely snuggled against him, savoring the heat of his body and the heat of the water bubbling around them. 

RICHARD closed the photo app on his phone and stepped away from the window.  His cock was hard and aching.  Now more than ever, he was determined that not only would he take Anthony’s job and money, he would have Grace as well.  Watching her tits bounce while she’d ridden his bastard boss had Richard itching for release.  Moving deeper into the shadows, he returned to the door he’d exited and swiped the key card he’d bribed from a waiter.  The door opened and he slipped inside.  The hallways were still dark and he couldn’t wait any longer.  Unzipping his pants, he took out his cock, closing his hand around and began to stroke himself.  It didn’t take long.  Watching Grace fuck had been a revelation and he wanted her.  Just thinking of sliding into the scalding, wet heat of her body was enough to send him over the edge.  He gritted his teeth as the hot cum erupted from him. 

             
When he had finished, Richard pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned his hands.  After taking a few moments to recover, he pulled his phone from his pocket again and selected one of the clearer images of the couple in the hot tub and texted to Anthony’s cell number.  Savoring the anticipation of his revenge and the sweetness of the fantastic release he’d just experienced, Richard strolled toward the bank of elevators and the vacant room that he’d procured for himself.  Monday was going to be very interesting, he thought. 

GRACE collapsed onto the bed, and rolled to her back, staring up at the ceiling.  Anthony was in the suite’s living area.  She smiled a bit, thinking of what a workaholic he was.  “Put your phone away and come to bed!”

             
He appeared in the doorway, his phone chiming in his hand as he powered it on.  “I’ve been good.  Haven’t checked it all day.”

             
“Okay, but once you’re done it goes off again and stays off.  Tomorrow comes soon enough,” she said.  She frowned then.  “I don’t want to go back to work... or even back to the city.  We should just stay here.”

             
“I wish we could,” he said. 

             
Grace watched as he looked at the phone and his smile faded.   “Is something wrong?”

             
Anthony stared at the picture.  The anger that washed through him was palpable.  He would have to tell her and that was not going to go well.  “Grace, someone knows about us.”

             
She sat up in the bed.  “What?”

             
He looked up, meeting her startled gaze.  “Someone knows... and I think they’re trying to blackmail me.”

             
Grace felt the bubble of happiness, that little burst of hope that had erupted inside her, wither.  The secret would get out and their perfect little world would shatter in the harsh light of day.  “Take me home,” she said. 

             
Anthony didn’t protest.  He simply nodded and together they began to pack.   He felt her slipping away from him and his anger burned even hotter, not all of it directed at the erstwhile photographer.  Grace was running, but he’d be damned if she’d run from him, he thought.