6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Tasha
The tension between Brody and I is palpable as we’ve been working alongside each other all day on site.
Every time I glance at him, a warmth spreads through me, a fire igniting deep within me, bringing back memories of our night together.
I think of the way he just naturally pulled me into his arms, our laughter blending into something deeper as we shared that kiss under the soft glow of the bar sign. I can still feel the rush of excitement, the way he made me feel…like I was the only girl in the entire world.
He had dropped me off at home to change in the early hours of the morning. We both drove in to work separately to avoid drawing any suspicion from the rest of the staff, but it’s hard not to think about the spark that’s been ignited between us.
Now, back in the office, it feels like we’re playing a game of hide-and-seek, trying to keep our secret alive between the two of us while surrounded by coworkers who remain blissfully unaware of our connection.
I steal glances at him when I think he’s not looking, but most of the time, he’s already looking at me when I do so. His warm, amber eyes hold a hint of mischief, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s thinking the same things I am.
I ache for the intimacy we shared, to feel the heat of his body against mine. It’s a challenge to focus on the tasks at hand when all I want is to close the distance between us, to feel his warmth envelop me again, if only for a moment in private.
Brody, a document gripped in his strong hand, strides over to my desk, and my heart skips a beat at the sight. He leans closer to me, our arms brushing together as he points out a detail on the page. The smell of his cologne and the warmth of his skin sends a shiver through me, and for a moment, I’m lost in him.
I lean in just a little, feeling my shoulder leaning against him, savoring the closeness, the way our bodies seem to align perfectly, as if they were meant to be together.
But then, reality crashes back in, and I catch myself, suddenly aware of how inappropriate this feels in the bright light of the office.
I pull away from him slightly, creating some space that feels both necessary and painful. I glance up at him, and I can see it in his eyes: an unspoken understanding, a hint of longing that mirrors my own.
He’s just as affected as I am, if not more, and I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with anxiety.
It’s clear we’re both trying to maintain a professional facade in front of the others milling about, both trying to play it cool. Still, my mind is racing, filled with thoughts of how much I crave his touch.
I want to feel the way his fingers grazed my skin, I want the feeling of him pushing himself inside of me. I fight the urge to reach out and close the gap between us, knowing we have to keep our secret safe, at least for now.
Before I can second-guess myself, Brody suddenly takes my hand, his grip warm and steady, and guides me away from my desk.
“C’mon,” he says.
My heart races with the thrilling, nervous energy that is bubbling inside me as he leads me toward his office. The way he glances around, ensuring no one is watching, sends a rush of excitement through me.
I can’t help but giggle softly. I feel like we are a couple of teenagers sneaking away from the prying eyes of the world.
We move quickly but quietly, dodging coworkers and navigating the bustling office space, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. The anticipation of what’s about to happen makes every step feel electric.
His fingers intertwine with mine, and it feels so right, so utterly natural. I try not to glance at him, worried someone will see the lust written all over me for this gorgeous man. His expression is a mix of playful mischief and desire, and it makes my stomach flutter.
We reach the office door, and he hesitates for just a moment, before pushing it open and pulling me inside, shutting the door behind us with a soft click. The room is lit only by the light streaming from the windows, a stark contrast to the brightness of the fluorescents.
It feels like our own little world now, cut off from the rest of the company.
He turns, clicking on a radio, classic 70’s rock filling the space. Before I can even take in my surroundings, he closes the distance between us, his lips crashing onto mine.
The kiss is urgent and passionate, igniting all those hidden feelings I’ve been trying to keep in check. I melt against him, forgetting everything else. I’m lost in the thrill of this moment, in this secret we’re sharing.
His kisses, supple and smooth, melt me, and soon, my hands are peeling his shirt up, running along the rigid lines of his abs. His touch, his smell, everything about him arouses me.
I feel his hands slide beneath my chunky-knit sweater, his fingertips playing with my nipples and making me moan out loud.
“Oh, you have no idea how sweet you taste. I knew I couldn’t work with you all day without getting another taste of you…”
Brody sighs in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine and making me gush for him. His strong hands grip my hips, I feel his fingertips gently dig into my bones, pressing me against him.
His hands slide beneath my thighs, lifting me up on his desk. He lays me across it, pulling my sweater off over my head and looking down at me.
His head dives down, trailing kisses along my stomach, lower and lower, slower and slower. I feel his mouth tug at the top of my jeans.
Oh, my…right here in the site office?
My lips purse and I feel myself blushing. I pull my hands over my eyes, feeling embarrassment take hold of me.
“You shouldn’t feel embarrassed,” he says, pulling down my pants and exposing me to the air. “You’re far more beautiful than any other woman I’ve ever been with. Every inch of you.”
Holy. Fuck.
“Th-thank you,” I manage to sputter out, feeling myself still rigid under his gaze.
He lowers to his knees, and suddenly, I feel his tongue, wet and warm, glide against me. I moan, arching my back, before he claps his hand over my mouth, shaking his head.
“I can’t do this if you’re going to be loud ,” he whispers.
I nod obediently.
My hips press upward towards his face with each glide of his tongue as he keeps sucking and licking. His tongue flicks my clit again and again before thrusting into me.
My hand falls to the back of his head, pressing him in deeper, begging him for more, as I groan into his hand.
His lips pull away, only to be replaced with his dominant, aggressive fingers, and I respond, bucking my hips against him as he glides his fingers across me and then inside of me. I cry into his hand with each motion, and he stands, leaning over me.
“My, you’re all ready for me, aren’t you?” he whispers, and I hear the faint sound of his zipper being pulled down.
My mouth drops as I see the size of him, marveling at it for a second time.
He’s the biggest I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and I have to keep myself from gasping. I don’t know if it was the darkness of his bedroom last night, but seeing him in daylight now…I don’t know how I managed to take all of it.
And yet, I’m dripping at the thought of doing it again.
His hands grasp my hips, pulling me down toward him as my legs rise instinctively. I feel him slide the head against my wetness before pressing deep, gliding inside of me. I gasp, my hands reach for him. His left hand covers my mouth again, and his right hand laces into my own.
It only takes a few motions to bring me to the edge, my back arching as I inch myself down as far as possible. He’s so sexy thrusting against me, his abs peeking through his unbuttoned flannel.
I wrap my legs around him, and by the sudden look in his eyes, I can tell that he likes that I want this.
“Please,” I beg. “Make me come again, make me gush all over you here, in the work trailer. I want you to mark me as yours.”
There is a fiery look that comes into his eyes when I tell him this, and he pounds against me so hard I’m worried we’re going to collapse the desk.
He lifts his knee onto the edge, gaining more leverage. My hands wrap around his back, feeling his muscles rippling with each movement. The tide of pleasure races over me, and I feel myself orgasm again and again, quivering as I clench around him.
My reaction sparks something inside of him, and suddenly he lifts me up, his throbbing cock still inside of me. He presses me against a bare wall, thrusting up into me.
I have never had a boss who I liked so much.
Still, all jokes aside, as he comes inside of me with a muffled moan, I feel a melting collage of emotions for him.
He allows me to slide down his body with a gentle laugh. Our eyes meet, his perfect brown gaze warm as he looks up at me from staring down at my bare breasts, and I laugh, too.
“Well,” he whispers with a laugh. “We have to get back to work.”
A few short hours pass after our stolen moment, and the site hums with activity as everyone works busily to move the necessary equipment onto the bare plot of land in Chicago. I’m still buzzing from the thrill of being close to Brody, but now I’m focused on my new role, eager to prove myself.
Suddenly, the door swings open, and in walks Gemma, Josh’s wife. She has this infectious energy about her, and when she spots me, her bright topaz-blue eyes light up. She strides over, her raven hair bouncing as she approaches with a big smile.
“Tasha! It’s so good to see you!” she exclaims, pulling me into a quick hug. “I’ve been hearing all about you from Josh. We’re so happy to have you here!”
She turns her attention to Brody. “Look who finally showed up to work!” Gemma teases, hands on her hips. “What are you doing, Brody? Did you forget your schedule again?” I can’t help but chuckle at the familiar dynamic between them.
He rolls his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “Scheduled for weeks, huh? I thought you meant weeks in a ‘when I feel like it’ kind of way,” he replies with mocking tone, but a sly smile stretches across his lips.
The lips that had just been pressed to my pussy a few hours ago.
“Maybe Tasha can help manage you,” Gemma shoots back, her laughter filling the air. “She’s your new assistant, after all.”
Brody chuckles, shaking his head. “I doubt Tasha wants to take on the job of babysitting me.”
Gemma teases, nudging him playfully. “Oh, come on! You know you’d love it if someone kept you in line.”
I smile at their banter, feeling like I’m witnessing a friendly sibling rivalry.
When the laughter settles, Gemma turns her attention back to me. “So, Tasha, I hear you want to start college?”
“Yes, I do,” I reply, my excitement bubbling to the surface. “I’ve always wanted to go, but it just never felt possible until now.”
Gemma’s beautiful grin widens, and I see genuine enthusiasm in her eyes. “That’s amazing! You know, I manage the college aspect of the business to help out our employees. We have programs set up to support education, and I can get you all set up with everything you need.”
“Really? That would be incredible! I didn’t know that was an option.”
“Absolutely!” Gemma says, her energy infectious. “I’ll make sure you have everything you need to get started. You deserve this, Tasha.”
“Thank you! Seriously, I really appreciate it,” I say, feeling a rush of gratitude. As she shares more about the programs, I can’t help but feel hopeful about the future, especially now that I have the chance to make something of myself.
Gemma’s office back at the corporate building is warm and inviting, decorated with colorful art and motivational quotes that feel like they’re encouraging me to chase my dreams. I sink into a plush chair opposite her desk, excitement bubbling in my chest.
“I totally get it,” Gemma says, leaning back in her chair, her bright blue eyes sparkling with understanding. “When I was your age, I wanted to break the cycle, too. I grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other’s business. It was suffocating.”
Her words resonate with me deeply. I’ve always felt trapped by my upbringing, my parents’ struggles hanging over me like a dark cloud. “You really did it, though,” I reply, a smile creeping across my face. “You left, and now you’re here.”
Gemma nods, her dark hair catching the light. “It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. You have to believe that you can do the same. You have a chance to create a future that’s all yours.”
I feel hope settling over me like a warm blanket. For the first time, I can see a path forward, a path filled with possibilities. College, a career, a life that doesn’t feel like running in place. I’m ready to take that leap.
My phone buzzes on the table, breaking the moment.
I glance at the screen, my stomach dropping when I see Jasmine’s name. I swipe to answer, my heart racing.
“Tasha! You need to come home now!” Jasmine’s voice is frantic with a mix of urgency and excitement. “I’m packing up my stuff. I’m leaving for Vegas early! You have to help me.”
“Wait, what?” My mind races. “Why are you leaving so suddenly? Can’t you wait?”
“No! I got a call back about a position and they want me to start ASAP, and I can’t even take all my stuff with me. Just get here, okay? Please!”
I look at Gemma, who raises an eyebrow in concern. “Everything okay?”
I nod, but it feels like I’m lying. “Jasmine, my best friend I’ve been crashing with is moving to Vegas. She wants me to help her pack. She offered to have me come with her but…”
Gemma’s expression changes. “Tasha, you have to think about what this means. You’ve got to decide which path you want. Do you want to build roots here, or are you ready to run off to a new city?”
Her words hit me hard. The idea of running away from my problems is tempting, but what would I leave behind?
My heart races, torn between friendship and the potential for something more with Brody.
The idea of banking on anything with my hot boss who I have been having a fling with feels childish and stupid. Still, that glimmer of hope shines brightly, despite how hard I am working to put it out of mind.
“I just…I don’t know,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
Gemma nods and smiles at me gently. “Big decisions. Think about it. There’s no rush on our end.”
“Thanks,” I say quietly, my head spinning.
Do I stay here and build a new life for myself, or do I go with my best friend to a city I’ve never been to without a job or any idea of what I want to do with myself?