Billionaire Flawed 2(210)

“Nia, I hope my attitude last night wasn’t off putting,” he said.

“Off putting in what way?” I asked.

He swiveled his chair toward me kicked a leg over his knee.

“I might enjoy the company of many women but I didn’t mean to do so in front of you. I would prefer to stay professional when possible.”

I swept the hair out of my eyes and gave him a big smile. “I’m not put off by sex, Tom.”

“That may be so, but watching your boss have sex must be strange.”

“The only reason I would’ve been watching is if you hadn’t noticed me. I didn’t see anything except two young trollops showing what god gave them.” I said.

Tom gave me another insightful glare. “Don’t you mean three?”

I blushed a little thinking about it and crossed my arms trying to cover myself more than I already was. “You didn’t have to stare, you know.”

“And you didn’t have to walk that slowly and sensually, but you did.”

I suppose someone as perceptive as him would notice something like that.

“Okay, okay. I was out drinking, and my best friend told me in no uncertain terms to pursue you as more than just a boss. But, I stand by my professional work. I’m not interested in being arm candy to some rich man.”

Tom sat back in his chair partially pleased with himself. “I didn’t do anything with them last night and you can blame yourself for that.”

“What did you do?” I asked.

“I called Brent and told him to take them home,” he said. “They didn’t seem that interesting anymore after I caught you.”

I was feeling a bit light headed as the blood rushed to my face. I couldn’t tell if it was a compliment or an insult so I prodded further.

“You gave up a night with two beautiful women because you saw my bare ass? Am I that much of a turn off?” I asked.

“Just the opposite,” Tom said. “It’s like living in a world full of cabbage, you eat it and it’s familiar; it keeps you full and satiated and happy. But, then you have your first taste of cake.”

“So, you’re saying that I’m ‘cake’ now?” I asked.

“No, I’m saying that you’re a beautiful woman and deserve more praise than you’re probably afforded.”

I was gushing with pride as he said that. I felt as light as air and that felt a bit ironic as we were in a jet. I could see something was holding him back from saying anything else.

“Is that all you wanted to say?” I asked.

His face twisted as though he had something to say but didn’t know how to say it. I had a feeling I knew what he was attempting to vocalize.

“You’re afraid I’ll call a lawyer and claim you’re sexually harassing me; something along those lines?” I asked.

He nodded and sighed, taking another large sip from his glass. I slipped a piece of paper from a nearby notepad and, with the pen from my purse wrote a quick note; on it I absolved him of all sexual misconduct that may happen aboard this plane. Adding my signature to the bottom, I handed it to him for perusal.

He took it and read over it quickly. “You know this isn’t legally binding,” he said. Before he could finish I had already slunk into his chair.

He tossed the note over his shoulder and gripped my back with his soft hands taking me into a deep kiss. My knees weakened while he pet along my curves. I shuddered in anticipation while hooking my arm under his shirt and feeling his chest.

He stood up and lifted my top from my chest. I did the same to him and as it came off I gave him a kiss on the chest. He threw the garment behind him and reached around to unhook my bra.

My breath grew heavier as he pulled it from me. I pulled him in close for another kiss and he obliged. Feeling a little naughty, I shoved him back into the chair.

I looked around for a moment and found the remote for the stereo; clicking it on and turning to music I could dance to. I started to dance for him; letting him stare all he wanted as I swayed back and forth to the music.

His eyes lit up as a hungry dog staring at a freshly cooked steak. I liked feeling his stare on my topless body. The music bellowed deeply, with a steady beat and my hips gyrated as I undid the pants I wore. I turned around and let him watch as I inched them down my legs; giving him a full view of my dark skin.

I threw the pants aside and could feel my panties getting soaked as I continued to dance. I could see the bulge in his pants bursting to get out and I wanted to help it, but not yet.

I lowered myself into his chair and rubbed my swollen pussy up and around his throbbing member. Dancing and swaying up and down to the music it felt like he was near ready to burst.