10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Tasha
For a moment, everything else disappears as his soft lips are against mine.
The cool air brushes against our skin as the two of us are alone, sitting inside the treehouse.
When I stumbled the first night and he caught me, it was like everything aligned. There was no way for him to plan this in advance.
His hand still steady on my arm, he leans in and kisses me again, more passionate this time, as if he’s feeling the way my lips form against his with a silent invitation.
I hesitate for a second, shock and lust running through me together.
This is so bad. He’s my hot boss!
This is amazing. He’s my hot boss!
Lust takes over as I tilt my head, my lips parting as I kiss him back with careful eagerness. He slides his hand to the small of my back, pulling me closer, and I feel his body relax against mine.
It hits me how natural this feels, like this is where we’re meant to be.
Still, I know I shouldn’t be doing this. He’s my boss, and he’s so much older and established with a son who's basically my age!
There’s a softness to his touch, a warmth that cuts through all the doubts swirling in my head. When his fingers graze the side of my face, tracing along my jaw, I can’t seem to care about anything else.
I pull back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, our sighs mixing in the space between us. His gaze is strong, hinting at a strength and a spark of something tender and hopeful.
And damn, if it doesn’t make me want to kiss him all over again.
My hands fall to his belt, and I unbuckle it before unbuttoning his jeans. I feel him hard as a rock already, and my hand wraps eagerly around his hot, throbbing cock. He sighs, a daring look crossing his face as he licks his lower lip.
I dip my head down, gently kissing him at first, and then licking him. My tongue glides against his shaft like the side of a popsicle before I take him into my mouth entirely.
“Yes, that’s my good girl,” he sighs, taking a fist full of my loose hair into his hand. He watches as I bob on his cock, and I note that he doesn’t apply any pressure, letting me take control.
My hands fall to his thighs, and I hold myself up, increasing the speed before taking him deep into my throat, twisting my head slightly as I rise before taking it all in again with each pass. I feel him begin to hum with pleasure.
“Not yet,” he sighs, pulling me up gently, and I smile.
“Am I too much for you sometimes?” I ask, pulling my pants off and climbing on top of him. I can tell my forwardness is catching him off guard, but he’s not backing down from it.
On the contrary, I think it’s awakening something more inside of him.
“No,” he whispers, leaning up, but I take my hand, pressing him back until he’s lying flat again.
“No, I’m on top this time. I want to ride you.”
His smirk makes me shiver instantly, but I breathe in deeply, staring down at his handsome face in the moonlight. I pull my top off, and he reaches up instinctually, putting his hands on my bare breasts.
My head falls back, my hair cascading down my back, and I sigh.
“God, I love the sounds you make,” he whispers to me, and I feel myself pulsing at his words.
His hips jolt upward and he suddenly slides inside of me. I feel the walls of my pussy grip him tight, and his hands fall to my waist, gripping me like a lifeline in a storm.
“Oh, God, Brody,” I say, my voice trailing off with a small sigh. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Do it,” he urges. “I want you to come right here on my cock,” he whispers, his voice cutting through the air like a knife, and I feel him vibrate and pulsate against me. My cries carry through the night air as he thrusts over and over.
There’s something freeing about knowing that no one can hear us or walk in on us here. Even though the treehouse is small, we just fit inside of it, creating a little bubble of warmth and joy between us as we move as one.
He’s so big that I’m having to balance myself against his chest so that I can ride him without being in pain. My hair slithers over my shoulders and frames my face, tickling against my forearms.
He reaches up and presses my hair out of my face as he allows me to set the pace. “Sorry I’m so big,” he chuckles.
I chuckle at this. “No, you’re not,” I retort, pressing down a little harder over him and gasping.
“Okay, maybe I’m not,” he manages to say between strokes. “But I don’t like hurting you.”
“I’m made of tough stuff,” I assure him, leaning back and realizing that I can take him all the way to the root at this angle.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Brody gasps as I place my hands behind me on his strong thighs for leverage.
I speed up, chasing the pleasure that’s coiling inside of me tightly. His hands come forward to hold onto my thighs, and the extra stability allows me to grind down onto him harder at the bottom of each stroke.
“Oh my God,” I pant, seeing stars as the orgasm rushes toward me.
“Come for me, baby,” Brody says to me, his rough voice like a plea.
I come so hard that I have to dig my nails into his thighs for purchase. My body feels like it might break from the force of the pleasure singing in my veins.
In a distant way, I hear Brody praising me, but the rushing of endorphins and nearly painful pleasure makes it impossible for me to understand his words.
“Brody,” I murmur languidly as I slump forward again. He catches me and presses a kiss to my lips before pulling me against his chest and starting to move again.
He pumps inside of me a few more times and then comes with a shout that echoes around the tiny space. I feel the heat of him inside of me and smile. I love being marked by him, claimed by him.
We eventually climb out of the treehouse, snickering and laughing as we head back inside. I start to move toward my room, but he shakes his head and tugs me toward his wing of the house.
We shower, helping one another get cleaned up, then tumble into his huge bed. He snugs me up against his body, his large hand curving over my hip.
Even as I am wrapped in his perfect arms, I can’t help but wonder if this isn’t the biggest mistake I’m making in my life.
What if all of this blows up in your face? First, you fuck your boss at your job and now you’re living with him? Are you insane? What happens if this doesn’t work out between you two? What happens if everyone finds out what you’re doing and decides to ruin your reputation in one of the biggest cities in the country?
“Tasha,” he whispers, cradling me against him.
“Yeah?” I ask, breaking out of my thoughts.
“I’m happy to have you here.”
“You don’t know what that means to me,” I whisper.
An hour later I still can’t sleep. The room is huge, way bigger than my old apartment. Every detail is immaculate, from the crisp white sheets to the sleek furniture to the heavy curtains that block out almost all the light.
It’s like I’ve stepped into another world, one I don’t quite belong in. I felt much more at home in the rickety old treehouse.
The pillows smell like his cologne, clean and woodsy, and it makes my heart skip a beat because I still can’t believe I’m here, in his bed, in his house.
But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m here , but I’m not sure I should be.
I don’t feel equal to this life, to Brody, to the CEO of a major corporation.
I’m just a girl from a rundown little town who barely has enough to scrape by, and now I’m in the bed of a CEO.
I keep thinking about how easy it would be for him to realize that I’m not cut out for this, that I don’t fit. Maybe he’s already figuring that out.
I don’t know if I can keep up with the fancy houses, the high-stakes meetings, and the polished people who look at me like I’m a stray that wandered in.
He gave me a chance. Maybe if I can just prove that I’m more than some naive, small-town girl, he’ll keep me around.
If I’m the best assistant he’s ever had, maybe he’ll see me as more than just a temporary help. What if I could make a life here, with him, and finally escape everything I’ve been running from?
I shift closer to him, carefully sifting my fingers through his hair, feeling the softness of it. His breathing is slow and steady, and I can’t help but let myself imagine what it would be like if this was my life, if I could wake up next to him every morning and know that I was where I was meant to be.
I want to try to fit into his world, to be someone who could stand beside him and not look out of place. I want to figure out how to make myself a part of this, not just as his assistant, but as someone he could care about, someone he’d want around for more than just business.
It feels stupid to even think it, but I can’t help myself. I’m scared I’ll mess it up, that he’ll wake up and see right through me, but I can’t stop wanting it.
I look over at him, taking in the way his features soften in the dark, the way his hair falls across his forehead. He’s so handsome, and when he’s like this, he doesn’t look like the powerful CEO everyone respects.
He just looks like a man—a kind, generous man who let me into his life, who offered me a chance. I’ve never had anyone do that for me before, not like this.
If he knew what I was thinking, would he laugh? Would he send me packing? Or would he smile and tell me I was silly for worrying so much?
I reach out, tracing my fingers lightly down his cheek, careful not to wake him.
I wish I could believe that I belong here, that I could have a future with someone like him. But even if I can’t see it coming true, I’m going to try. I want a life that’s more like this: warm and secure, not the cold, uncertain struggle I left behind.
If there’s even the slightest chance that I can find that with Brody, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure I don’t lose it.