The Boss’s Proposal(30)

His large hand landed on her left buttock for a gentle slap. She looked at him over her right shoulder again. His flexing muscles in the dim, blue light were a fantastic sight to see. Sweat was dripping from his chest, down to his abs and his shoulder muscles were flexing with his every thrust.

“Right there baby, I’m cumming again…” Aisha moaned, louder than ever before. Sam quickened his pace even more. Aisha heard his big balls slapping against her ass, right before her body shook with violent spasms. Sam’s climax was loud and aggressive. He did not want to pull out and exploded in orgasm inside her. Ten seconds later, exhausted and gasping for breath, he collapsed next to her.





Lying on his Sam’s shoulder and stroking his stomach, still trying to catch her breath, Aisha had not forgotten the earlier incident, where Sam and Ava were making out in his study.

“Sam, what the hell were you and Ava doing when I came in?” Sam burst into laughter, but would not look at her.

“It was her idea, really. She thought it would be a good way for you to realize if you had any feelings for me. I think it worked.”

That particular thought had crossed Aisha’s mind; yet, she would not go ahead and ask them if they were actually dating.

“That little bitch. I’m gonna give her a piece of my mind when I see her. Was the butt grabbing part really necessary? I mean, you could have been more subtle.”

“Subtle? Nah. If we were just talking in my study, you’d think it was some kind of an appointment. She’s a realtor, remember?”

“I guess you’re right. No more touching any other women, Mr. CEO. I mean it.” Aisha playfully punched him in the chest area.

“Hmm… Not even Ava’s? Come on, it felt great, really. It was big, juicy and…” Sam pretended to hold two invisible buttocks in front of his face. Aisha did not appreciate that one bit. She bit him hard on his stomach, cutting his laughter short. In spite of his pain, Sam put his left arm around her back and pulled her closer to him.

“That’s what I love about you, Aisha. You’re a feisty one. I’ve had enough one-night stands. I want a relationship. Something real…”

Aisha loved Sam’s soft tone. He sounded as if he meant every word. Her big man was finally committing to something. The young barmaid was happy. She smiled at him, enthralled by his sincere words. She wanted to feel his embrace and lay down on his broad chest.

She then closed her eyes, imagining what life with him would be like. Aisha was determined to live her life to the fullest, even if things did not work out with Sam. She could even remember her romance with Sam and boast about it: The time when she had a billionaire like him wrapped around her finger…





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THE END





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It was the night they had all been waiting for. The first night of fresher’s week. Laurel and her friend Jennifer were making last minute adjustments to their hair and makeup. They were both wearing their cheerleading uniforms from high school, which were tight and short and left little to the imagination.

‘’Do I look ok?’’ Laurel asked unsurely while scrutinizing her hour-glass figure and long tanned legs in the mirror. Her hair cascaded in honey-colored curls down her back.

Jennifer rolled her eyes and looked despairingly at her friend. ‘’Seriously, I don’t know what’s wrong with you,’’ she replied impatiently but affectionately, ‘’If I had your figure, your looks, your hair… well I would probably just stare at myself in the mirror all day long!’’

Laurel blushed and realized she was being silly. She had been the head cheerleader at their high school and certainly hadn’t been short of admirers. But somehow she couldn’t see what others saw when she looked back at herself in the mirror. Maybe it was a lack of confidence she thought as she studied her wide hazel-colored eyes. She still didn’t know if law was what she really wanted to pursue but once she’d received the scholarship she hadn’t wanted to turn it down.

‘’It’s not exactly like you’re an ugly duckling yourself!’’ grinned Laurel as she looked at her petite best friend with wild dark curls encompassing her delicate features and a set of curves that sent men wild.

‘’Come on… Dutch courage!’’ Jennifer grinned as she handed her friend a vodka Jell-O shot.

‘’Jeez, really, another one?’’ Laurel looked at her friend beseechingly, but then giggled, clinked her plastic shooter to her friend’s and slurped the strong slippery concoction down.