In Bed With My Boss

Chapter 3 Let Me Compensate You

Ariana's POV

He dealt.

I lost the first hand. My cardigan came off.

He didn't stop looking at my face. His eyes didn’t drop to look at my body. Just watched me with that unsettling intensity.

Second-hand. I lost again. I took off my shirt next.

I had only my bra and jeans on. I was more exposed than I have ever been with anybody else apart from David. This is insane. What am I doing?

But I couldn’t stop. I can, but for some reason I didn’t.

Third hand. He lost. He took off his shirt and his body looked like it was carved from marble, with his defined abs, broad chest, the kind of physique that could make females fall to their knees.

Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t…

I was definitely looking.

I took a deep breath trying to calm my emotions.

“Your deal,” he said.

I fumbled with the cards, my hands shaking slightly. Get it together, Ariana.

I lost. I took off my pants.

Now I was sitting there in just my underwear, and he was still wearing his pants. This was humiliating.

Except it didn’t feel humiliating. I know it was just in my head, but he looked at me like I was the only thing in the room worth looking at.

He dealt again. This time he was slow and deliberate.

I picked up my cards, but I could barely focus. My skin felt too hot, too tight. Every nerve ending was on fire.

I lost.

My breath caught. This was it. Just the last piece of clothing left.

I reached behind my back, fingers trembling on the clasp of my bra.

“Wait.”

I stopped, waiting to hear what he wanted to say.

He gracefully walked around the table, stopping right in front of me.

“Stand up,” he said softly.

I shouldn’t have. Should’ve told him this had gone far enough.

Instead, I did what he asked.

We were so close I could feel the heat from his body. I could see the slight rise and fall of his chest. And smell his cologne…something dark and expensive.

He raised his hands up slowly, I knew he was giving me time to pull away. But I didn’t.

He used his finger to trace my collarbone slowly. He went down until he brushed the edge of my bra.

“You know what will happen if you lose again,” he murmured.

“Yes.”

“You want to stop?”

I should’ve said yes. Should’ve grabbed my clothes and run back to the room.

“No,” I whispered.

His jaw tightened. His hand dropped away, and he stepped back. Returned to his seat.

Dealt the final hand.

I picked up my cards. Two pairs. Not bad.

I looked at him. He was watching me, his expression unreadable.

“Call,” I said.

He laid down his cards. Three of a kind.

Of course.

For a moment, we just looked at each other. The air between us was electric, charged with possibility and terrible decisions.

Then he spoke, his voice rough. “Take it off.”

My hands shook as I reached for the clasp.

“Slowly,” he added.

Oh, God!

I unhooked my bra, let it slide down my arms. Dropped it on the floor.

His eyes darkened as he gripped the arms of his chair.

But he just watched me, he didn’t make any move to touch me.

“Last piece,” he said quietly.

I hooked my thumbs in my panties. I think the alcohol was making my brain fuzzy.

This was it. The point of no return.

“Ariana.” His voice sounded strained. “You can stop. Say the word, and we stop.”

I looked at the barely leashed desire in his eyes.

When was the last time someone had looked at me like that?

I slid my panties down. Stepped out of them.

I stood there completely naked while he remained fully clothed in his pants.

For a long moment, he didn’t move. Just looked at me like he was memorizing every inch.

Then he walked towards me, stopping so close I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes.

His jaw clenched. His hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting not to reach for me.

“Can I compensate you for the orgasm I stole?” he whispered, his voice raw, desperate.

I felt like I couldn’t get enough air. Like my lungs had forgotten how to work.

“ Can I?” he asked again.

“ Yes,” I managed to say.

Before I could say anything else, his mouth was on mine.

The kiss was nothing like I expected. It wasn’t gentle. It was consuming, and desperate, like he’d been holding back and finally snapped.

His hands were everywhere…my hair, my waist, my skin…mapping every curve like he was afraid I’d disappear.

I melted into him, my hands finding his chest, his shoulders, pulling him closer even though there was no space left between us.

He picked me up easily, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Felt him hard against me through his pants.

“Bedroom,” he growled against my lips.

“Don’t care.”

He laid me on the bed with surprising gentleness despite the urgency in his movements.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and intense.

“Last chance,” he said, his voice strained. “Tell me to stop.”

I reached up, pulled him back down. “ Don’t you dare stop.”

His thumb brushed my c**t, making me dizzy with pleasure.

His fingers slid in and out of me, slick with my arousal.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs. He adds a second finger, pumping in and out, curling them just right to stroke that spot that makes me squirm and cry out.

I was about to c*m when he stopped.

“Not yet,” he growled, walking down the bed to take off the rest of his dress.

My breath hitches as I look at him, his beautiful, slim, but masculine muscles. He was sin in human form. His thick and hard c**k, was pulsing with need. Making me gulp.

He used his d**k to rub the folds of my p***y. I arched my back to meet him.

“ Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.

He smirked and then thrust into me in one deep, claiming stroke. I gasped, as I felt my walls gripping him tightly. David never filled me like this, so it was a bit painful.

He moved slowly at first, and each thrust made me moan louder. Then his stroke became faster, his balls slapping against my ass in a wet, rhythmic sound that fills the room.

I meet his thrusts, my nails digging into his back, I kiss him hard as he f***s me harder…each stroke pushing me closer to the edge.

“c*m for me,” he growls in my ear, as his hand slides between us, fingers finding my c**t rubbing it until I get dizzy with pleasure.

I cry out his name, my p***y grips him. Milking him, he kept thrusting hard, his body tensing as he spilled deep inside me, filling me completely.

………

When I woke up, the bed was empty and it was already dawn.

For a moment, I just lay there, my body felt deliciously sore, and the thought of what had happened last night made my face hot. Did I really do that??

“ Alex?” I called out softly.

Silence.

I sat up, using the sheet to cover my chest. I looked around the room. His clothes were gone.

My stomach dropped.

I got up quickly, wrapped the sheet around myself, and checked the suite. The living room. His bedroom. The bathroom.

Everywhere was empty.

On the kitchen counter, I found a note on a piece of paper:

I had to leave. Emergency.

-A

That was it. No explanation. No number. No, “I’ll call you.”

Just… gone.

I stared at the note, something cold settling in my chest.

Of course, he left.

Why was I expecting anything different? I knew last night didn’t mean anything, I was just a convenient distraction. A one-night stand he couldn’t get away from fast enough.

I squeezed the note with my hands.

“f*****g typical,” I muttered, throwing it in the trash.