My Boss's Boss: A Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance Page 4

  Pacing in front of the big screen televisions, I crossed my arms and rubbed them. There wasn’t any heat in the storerooms, and it could get quite cold.

  “Here,” Aiden said impatiently as he took off his suit coat. I kept my arms wrapped around my chest as he moved behind me, placing his jacket around my shoulders. His hand on my back sent delicious shivers down my spine, and suddenly my temper flared up again. What kind of person was I if I got so turned on by a man who was ruining everything that was good about this place?

  Angrily, I shoved his jacket off my shoulders.

  He caught it, and stepped in front of me as I started to walk away. “So now you’re going to stand there and freeze to spite me? Do you really hate me that much?”

  “I don’t hate you, I hate your policies,” I snarled. “It’s not personal, it’s just business.” It felt good to throw his own words back at him.

  But apparently, I’d pushed Aiden too far. His blue eyes were bore into me as he moved in. I took a hasty step backwards, but there were boxes there. And then Aiden was right in front of me. “I’ll show you personal,” he said, and then lowered his head to mine and kissed me.

  My eyes closed as I stood on my toes to meet his mouth. Then I didn’t have to reach anymore, because his arms went around me, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he held me close, his hands cupping my ass. And still, his mouth was molded to me, his tongue flicking against mine.

  I squeezed handfuls of his dark hair through my fingers, pressing his mouth harder against mine. He squeezed my ass in return has he held me, making me moan deep in my throat. He twisted his head to the side and I attacked his neck as he carried me across the aisle. A moment later, I felt a hard surface underneath me, he’d set me down on a stack of boxes that was about waist high.

  Our kissed resumed as my fingers flew to his shirt, and his to mine. It was like an unbuttoning race, and he won only because my shirt had fewer buttons. Plus I think he ripped at least one off in his haste. And then he pushed my shirt off my shoulders and I arched my back as he tugged my bra down. His fingers found my nipples and circled, rubbed, and teased them until they were hard points. I threw my head back and moaned even as I ground myself against the erection in his pants.

  Finally, I got his shirt open and I ran my hands up and down his flat abs. When I reached his fly, I opened it with trembling fingers. And then his hot, hard cock tumbled out and into my hand, and I groaned as I stroked it, tugging gently. He was much bigger than my last boyfriend, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me. Apparently, he was thinking along the same lines.

  “Think you can handle that, Emma?”

  “I am handling it,” I said, squeezing the hard length.

  He leaned down and bit my earlobe at the same time he pinched my nipples. “Naughty girl,” he said as I shrieked.

  “Is that all you want to do with it?”

  “No,” I panted. “I want you inside me.”

  “Yeah?” he said, drawing his raspy tongue up my neck and then nibbling his way back down. “How bad do you want it?”

  “Really bad,” I said. “Please, Aiden… please take me. Please take me hard.”

  “Be careful what you wish for, babe,” he growled, and then he lifted me up and flipped me over. Repositioning me with my stomach and chest on the boxes, he left my legs dangling over the side.

  Then he leaned over me, his body hot against mine, his erection inches from where I needed it. His strong hands pushed up my sides, up my arms, and then to my hands. Pushing my hands above my head, he told me to hold onto the far edge of the boxes. I complied, feeling deliciously stretched.

  My heart rate doubled when he shoved my skirt up, letting it bunch around my hips. Then there was a sharp sting and cool air pooled between my legs. Had he just ripped my panties off?

  A crinkling sound caught my attention, and an empty condom wrapper landed next to my head. “You ready for this, sexy girl?”

  “God yes.”

  “Then hold on.” Every muscle in my body froze as I waited to feel him. Waited to be split and stretched by him. And then his hard cock slid into my wet channel, and I cried out. That first stroke, it felt so damn good. So right. So hot. And then he pulled out completely and thrust in again. It felt every bit as good the second time.

  “Please…” I repeated mindlessly. I needed him deep inside me. I needed him pounding into me. And he obliged. He thrust in and out, sometimes going all the way in long strokes, sometimes making quick shallow strokes. I spread my legs wider to accommodate him, but it was hard since my feet weren’t touching the ground. When I bent my leg, he shoved my knee up onto the boxes. He pinned my thigh there as he pounded into me, and I could feel him even deeper now.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.”

  My only response was to moan as he thrust into me, deeper than ever.

  “It feels so fucking good.”

  He made it feel really good for me, too, snaking his hand under my raised leg and finding my clit.

  I just about lost it when he did that. I moaned and panted and generally behaved like some kind of wild beast. He brought it out in me.

  “Are you going to come for me, Emma?”

  “Yes,” I panted.

  “I want you to say my name when you come. Got it?”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  “I’m going to count to ten, and then you’re going to come.”

  What? How was I supposed to come on cue like that? But then he drew back and slammed into me so hard I nearly came just from that. “One,” he said and withdrew again. And then he pounded into me again. Long, hard strokes. And with each one, he flicked his finger across my clit, circling, pinching, and then flicking again.

  He rocked into me so hard I might have been pushed clear across the boxes if he hadn’t been pinning me down.

  “Seven,” he panted. “Eight. Remember, say my name when you come. Nine. Are you ready, you beautiful, sexy woman? Ten!” He pinched my clit as he pushed all the way inside me.

  And then the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. “Oh god,” I cried out. “Aiden—Aiden, I’m—” The sensations were too much and I gasped for breath, clenching around his hard, pulsing cock. “Come with me, Aiden, please—”

  And then he did. He growled as he held himself all the way inside me of me, my body milking his spasming cock. He collapsed on my back as aftershocks rolled through me. And despite the scratchy cardboard under me, despite the clothes bunched up uncomfortably, I loved feeling his weight on top of me, pressing me down. It was like being enveloped in warmth. And when he finally slid out of me and helped me straighten up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

  And later, when we were dressed again and taking turns sipping from a bottle of wine Aiden had opened with his pocket knife, he leaned over and kissed me on the top of my head. “I’m still getting this damn door fixed—but I’m not sorry we got locked in today.”

  “Me either,” I said smiling.

  And twenty minutes later, when Bruce from electronics opened the door, I still had a smile on my face.

  9

  “Not here! People might hear us,” I scolded in a mock whisper. I’d been paged to the men’s clothing department, and as I passed a curtained-off dressing room, an arm had reached out and pulled me inside.

  “Then I guess we’ll just have to be very quiet,” Aiden said. He had my hands pinned behind my back and was nibbling at my neck, my hair tossed over one shoulder.

  Mmm, but it felt so good. No way I could keep quiet when he started touching me like that.

  Roughly, he pulled me toward him, pressing me against the hard, hot bulge in the front of his pants. I closed my eyes and groaned as quietly as I could. How I wished he would pick me up and take me against the mirror. I’d worn a skirt today just because that very fantasy had been on my mind when I woke up this morning.

  Large hands palmed my ass and I squealed.

  “Bad girl,” Aiden growled. “I’ve got so
mething I can put in your mouth to keep you quiet.”

  I moaned in response to that delicious thought. But not here. Not in the dressing room. Instead, I attacked his mouth with my lips, pushing inside him with my tongue. He kissed back fiercely, our tongues mashing together, and then he picked me up, covering my shriek with his mouth.

  He stood me on top of the dressing room bench. My hands flew out to the sides of the tiny room for balance as I looked around. Fortunately, the top of the stall was still a few inches higher than the top of my head. It was weird seeing the top of his head, though. I’d never been taller than him before. His head came up to my chest… a fact that he seemed all too aware of.

  “Lift your shirt.”

  My fingers shook with excitement as I complied. Once my white shirt was up to my neck, Aiden flipped my bra cups down, pushing my breasts up. He moved in, blowing warm air on one erect nipple, and I tucked my shirt under my chin so I could place my hands on the walls of the dressing room again. I had a feeling I was going to need to hold on.

  He opened his mouth wide, surrounding the tip of my breast, getting quite a mouthful. Then he swirled his tongue around and around my nipple making me throw back my head and moan. Oh god, I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to survive this without screaming so loudly half the store showed up.

  Gradually, he closed his lips until only my hard nipple was sucked into his mouth. He stroked his hands down my hips as he tugged at my nipple with his teeth.

  Just when I thought the throbbing between my legs couldn’t get any more intense, he switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. It felt so damn good. My head rolled back and my eyes shut as I enjoyed the sensation.

  He ran one hand down my leg from my hip to my knee, and when he dragged his fingers back up, they slipped under my skirt. Now he was caressing my inner thighs, nudging my legs wider in the process. The pleasure was so intense that I could barely keep my balance. Luckily, his teeth kept capturing my nipple, his tongue flicking at the tip.

  And then his hand was at my panties, long fingers rubbing the fabric up and down my slit. Oh god, there was no way I was going to be able to keep quiet if he—

  And then he did. Cool air greeted my warm flesh as he yanked my panties down, and then his thick finger was inside me, swirling, stretching, exploring.

  My palms slid down the walls of the dressing room as I struggled to keep upright. Everything he was doing felt so damn good. Aiden released my nipple and pushed a second finger in me. Then his thumb found my clit, and I almost collapsed on top of him.

  He chuckled as I nearly went to pieces. “Keep it together, babe,” he said, in a low, husky voice. “You’re on the clock. You’re supposed to be a professional. Professionals don’t whimper with need they way you are.”

  I tried to glare at him for the way he was teasing me, but a moan escaped my mouth. I bit my lip, trying to hold the next one back. He pumped his fingers in and out of me and swirled his thumb around my clit and my hand slid off the walls. To keep my balance, I grabbed his head, crushing his mouth against my breasts as I rode his fingers.

  Aiden pulled me toward him, and I wrapped my legs around him, my panties dangling off one foot. Strong fingers pushed in me deeper, faster, and my breathing grew ragged.

  “Please…” I moaned. I didn’t want it to stop. But I didn’t want to come in the middle of the store. But mostly I didn’t want it to stop. And it didn’t.

  “Oh god…”

  “Shh!”

  “Oh crap, I’m going to—”

  “Come!” Aiden’s sharp whisper was a command, and I exploded around his fingers.

  My whole body jolted as the orgasm washed over me, but he held me tightly against him, my cries muffled against his neck. He held me as the tension left my muscles, as I clung to him. He withdrew his fingers and hugged me close to him, whispering soothing words in my ear.

  “Did that feel good, babe?” he whispered as he set me back on my feet.

  “God, yes,” I said as I smoothed and straightened my clothes with shaky movements. He was looking rather ruffled, too. I reached up and fixed his collar, it was all mashed from where I’d buried my face against it. “Sorry, that’s all wrinkly now.”

  He grinned. “Is it? Then you owe me an article of clothing.”

  Surprised, I blinked up at him, but then he bent and picked up my black lace panties. “So I think I’ll just keep these.”

  Really? He expected me to work the rest of the day without panties? That was insane—and hot. And a moment later, when I peeked out the door of the dressing room and then snuck out, the sharp pinch on my ass reminded me that he’d know I was bare under my skirt all day—which was even hotter.

  My job sure had gotten more interesting since Aiden arrived.

  10

  For the next few days, Aiden and I were a model of decorum—in public. But as soon as we were alone, it was a different story. A really, really hot story.

  The man was insatiable, and he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Which was good, because I couldn’t keep my hands off him, either. And the fact that we were being wicked right under everyone’s noses made it even hotter.

  After Aiden conducted staff meetings in the breakroom, I’d linger, making sure I was the last one there. Then he’d close the door before I could walk out of it, pressing me up against it and kissing me as he ran his hands up and down my body. When he held my wrists up above my head, it made it even sexier.

  Or he’d find me out on the floor somewhere. He’s stand in front of me, with his back to a security camera so that no one could see the he had his hand up underneath my shirt.

  We kept saying that we were going to go on a real date outside of the store, but we were both working such longer hours with the busy holiday season. Plus, we knew that in a town as small as Fayetteville, there was a big chance of being seen by someone who worked at the store or knew Mr. Miller.

  Unfortunately, things between Aiden and Mr. Miller weren’t great. Almost every day, Aiden passed along another directive from Happy Hearth & Homes. I knew it was his job, but it upset me to see how much it upset Mr. Miller. When I asked Aiden about it, he reminded me that it wasn’t personal; it was just business.

  But then one day it became personal for me—in a big way.

  Mr. Miller and I were sitting in Aiden’s office. He was behind his desk, a grim look on his face that I couldn’t quite interpret. His smile when I’d walked in the room had been perfunctory. And now he took a deep breath. “The corporate office has decided that a festival celebrating a religious holiday is not in line with our corporate image.”

  My boss’s smile stayed on his face even as my heart sunk. “Pardon, Mr. Donovan? I’m not following.” Despite the tension Mr. Miller felt with the all the changes, he was always unfailingly polite to Aiden.

  “He’s canceling the Christmas Festival,” I said.

  Mr. Miller turned to me and chuckled. “Oh come on, that’s not what he meant. He knows how much that festival means to Fayetteville.”

  Aiden sighed. “I do, John. But unfortunately, Emma’s correct. The Christmas Festival has been cancelled.”

  The color left Mr. Miller’s face as he gaped at Aiden. “You—you can’t be serious.”

  “I am. I’ve been looking at the books for the last few years, and that festival costs the store tens of thousands of dollars.”

  “But—but the town loves it.”

  Impulsively, I reached out and took Mr. Miller’s hand in my own. I knew how much that festival meant to him. Every year, the store went all out, with rides and games in the parking lot, sales, samples, and free food inside. The best moment each year was when Mr. Miller appeared in his Santa suit. The kids went crazy, and the townspeople loved to see his carefully-orchestrated grand entrance.

  “We can set a budget,” I said to Aiden. “Make it more cost effective.”

  “But that’s not the only issue. It’s also the fact that it’s a religious festival.”


  “What difference does that make? We sell Christmas merchandize. We have Christmas sales.”

  “Actually, they’re just regular sales in November and December. Happy Hearth & Home has seasonal sales, but no other store has a big Christmas event. It’s not allowed.”

  Staring at him, I pleaded with my eyes. Couldn’t he see how important this was to Mr. Miller? To the town? To me? I don’t think I’d missed a single Miller’s Christmas Festival since I was a small child.

  Aiden’s eyes met mine, and he shook his head. Clearly, this was coming from the corporate office, but had he even fought it at all? Or did he agree with them?

  I asked him that point blank later on. After I’d escorted Mr. Miller back to his office and gotten him some water. He’d still been pale and upset when I left him.

  Aiden hesitated under my direct question. “Do you have any idea how many hours it takes to put that festival on? How many days the employees are working toward that instead of their regular responsibilities?”

  “Yes, I do,” I shot back.

  “Then you know how much time it takes.”

  “We’ll work overtime. Not for pay, I mean. Any employee in the store would work on the Christmas Festival during their off hours.”

  He sighed. “Corporate would still never go for it. I get it, this is what small towns do. These kinds of festivals. But it’s not what successful businesses do.”

  I stared at him for a long moment. This was a man I’d been intimate with in many ways over the past week. This was the man I thought about when I woke up and before I went to sleep. But if he could do this to Mr. Miller, to the town, and to me, then I didn’t really know him at all. And that thought hurt. Big time.

  But right beside the hurt was anger. Couldn’t Aiden’s bosses see how important this was? Didn’t community relations fit anywhere into HH&H policy?