Bad Boy Boss Read Free

was up and a fire was burning away in the fireplace.
    An older woman arrived shortly after I did. He introduced her as Kate and me as Mary, then showed me the screen behind which I was supposed to undress and put on one of the three robes hanging on the inside of it. I chose the terrycloth one because it looked the warmest.
    Kate took out a plastic measuring tape and noted about every angle and asset I had, for which I had to take off the robe. Not one to miss an opportunity, Peter sketched me as this was going on; actually, judging by his eye level, he only sketched my knees. Kate just said she’d have the first costume ready on Wednesday and left.
    “So today we do some charcoal,” he said, leading me over to a dais built against a windowless corner by the fireplace that had six built in spotlights, which operated independent of each other. There was no shadow when all six were on and different shadows could be cast on the two white walls behind the dais with different combinations of the lights.
    He took the robe off and posed me, which involved touching me in some places that really should only be touched if the touching was going to continue. He worked from five to ten minutes at a stretch, depending on the pose; some were difficult to maintain that long and even though I was in shape, I was happy to drop the poses when Peter nodded.
    What was even more difficult was the fact that I was getting touched just about everywhere and I was getting hot. He didn’t really know it, but the night before, he’d shaken me to my foundation and every touch was meaningful. I mean, he could have patted me on the head and it would have had sexual connotations. It was disconcerting how much I wanted him.
    We stopped for lunch and he pulled a corned beef out of the oven.
    “You like Reubens or straight?” he asked, pulling a loaf of rye marbled with pumpernickel from the bread box.
    “How do you have it?” I asked.
    “Aioli mustard, cole slaw, thousand island,” he answered.
    “Never tried it; be gentle with the virgin,” I said.
    Truth be told, I didn’t know what a Reuben was and had only eaten corned beef that wasn’t in a hash under an egg twice, and both times it was with cabbage. His sandwich was excellent.
    My nipple got hard about the third time he ‘adjusted’ my breast. And my bush was just embarrassing because it was glistening a bit in the spotlights, well he managed to brush it every time he adjusted my leg. I put my hand over his, moved it to my nipple and looked him in the eye. I didn’t say anything, just went for the kiss. You can only get touched in those places so many times before the pressure builds up. And I was so turned on, I couldn’t just stand there and take it anymore. I was stark naked, so there were plenty of buttons to push… and he seemed to know where each one was. The inside of my arms, along the sides of my breasts, down my back, it didn’t take him long to have me shivering. Then he started to go down on me. He kissed my breasts, down over my stomach, then he was on his knees, his tongue sending thrills along my lips and up onto my clit. He got his fingers between my lips and moved his thumb over my clit, rolling it with a gentle pressure and alternating with his tongue licking across it.
    His fingers slipped inside me, curled up and then flicked across my G-spot. With his tongue on my clit and his fingers massaging my G-spot, the orgasm was inevitable. He must have missed the first one because he didn’t stop until the shudder that accompanied the second one shook me from head to toe.
    “You are so going to bed with me tonight,” I said.
    He didn’t say anything. He walked into the bathroom, and came out smelling like Lavoris. He posed me again and went back to his drawing routine. This happened around one o’clock, and when we finally quit a few hours later, I was hot again. He was good looking, gentle and had his hands all over me all day long; I wanted to feel him inside me