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The Wright Boss(51)

By:K.A. Linde


I'd said it all those weeks ago when I kissed her at the back of Flips. Heidi was mine. Mine. All mine.

I didn't care what had happened in my past, in her past. I was only thinking about moving forward. Never moving back again.

My cock thrust deep into her, and I knew I was getting close. Fuck, I had wanted this so fucking bad for so fucking long that I couldn't even keep it together. After watching her orgasm just from my fingers and the sounds she made as she let me pleasure her, I thought I was going to lose it right then and there. This woman did me in like no other. But I needed her to come again. I needed it like my next breath.

I eased up onto my knees and grasped her hips in my hands, lifting her up slightly off the bed. The new angle got me even deeper than I'd been before, and there was no way I was going to be able to hold off. Watching her tits bounce as I bottomed out into her. The flush of red across her body. The glazed look of satisfaction on her face. The round O of her lips as she slipped over the edge again. Then, the cries of ecstasy. My name on her lips, like a prayer.

When she tightened around my cock, I lost it and came with her. I dropped forward over her and panted as my body tried to recover.

"Oh, Heidi," I said, placing featherlight kisses along her cheeks and mouth.

She giggled softly. "I can't feel my legs."

"Am I crushing you?"

"No, I think you killed me."

"In a good way?" I asked with a laugh. 

"In the best way."

I claimed her mouth one more time before sliding out of her. She rolled off of the bed, and I couldn't help myself. I smacked her bare ass as she straightened.

"Watch it, fucker," she said with a mischievous grin.

"Yes, I did just fuck her." I winked at her, and she snorted before wandering into the bathroom.

I cleaned up as best I could in the bedroom and then lay back on the bed with my hands behind my head, feeling like a king. I was on top of the fucking world.

Heidi jumped back in bed and snuggled under the covers next to me. She was legit glowing. "I cannot believe I just had sex with my boss."

I humphed and squeezed her into me. "You and your titles. I think you just had sex with me. The rest doesn't matter."

"Maybe."

"Are you going to be all right with this?" I asked.

I didn't like where this conversation was going, but she just smiled up at me.

"Are you kidding? All right? We should have done this a long time ago."

I kissed her temple and nodded. "That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"That was a really fun way of avoiding my questions earlier," she said, kissing my chest before resting her head against it.

"Oh, Heidi, that was not to avoid anything. That was for fun, and frankly, it was long overdue."

"Mmm," she said, not arguing.

She trailed her fingers across my chest, and I tried to forget that was how this had all gotten me started. If she kept it up, we might be going for a second round.

"So, why were you out of work today then?"

"Doctor's appointment."

"For your back?"

"Yeah."

"Are you going to tell me the whole story?"

I blew out a breath. "Yeah. So, I went pro right out of college and qualified for the PGA my first year out. It was a pretty big deal. I mean, I know you followed some of it, but they thought, in a few years, I would be a shoo-in for a Masters win and maybe even the whole FedEx Cup."

"I remember some of that. It was right when I started working for Wright."

"Yeah. So, about two years into my career, I fucked up my back. All the doctors said there was no way I could play on it. I needed to drop out and go on medical exemption."

"But you didn't."

"Nope. I played through the pain. Got doped up on pain meds the doctor prescribed and pushed through it."

Her eyes snapped up to mine, wide and concerned. "That stuff is super addicting"

"I'm well aware."

"Did you keep taking them?" she said, her face tightening. "Are you taking them now?"

I knew what that was about. That was about her old man. But I was not like him in that regard.

"No," I told her. "It was a stupid mistake to keep going when I should have taken a break. I was so high on the game. I stopped taking the prescriptions and tried to heal in the off season. And I haven't taken it since."

"Never?" she asked.

"Nope. Not worth the risk."

She nodded, relaxing against me again. "Good."

"Anyway, fast forward three years. Something else tweaked in my back, but my doctor gave me the all clear after a couple of weeks. But this summer was the worst. I over rotated. I think I must have put all the pressure into my lower back, and that's when it was all over. The doctor said I needed surgery and a minimum of a year recovery, and even then, I might never golf again, ending my career."