Free Conference With the Boss by Sierra Summers

Chapter One
     
    Molly McFannon felt his gaze on her backside as she bent to
retrieve the file folder on the floor. Gabriel Meyers, her boss of three years,
radiated heat like the sun. She was tired of his hidden stares and accidental
bumps into her. It was time he stepped up to the plate and made his move.
    She wondered what he would do if she turned around, dropped
to her knees and pulled his cock out of his pants. She’d masturbated often
enough, imagining his dick deep in her throat, pumping in and out of her full
lips.
    “Molly, I need the Thompson files before the meeting.” His
deep voice slithered down her spine and had her shivering.
    “I’ll have them to you in a sec.” She straightened up and
looked at him, flashing him a big smile. He flushed slightly and went back into
his office.
    She sat back at her desk and pulled up the files. As she
printed them out, an evil, twisted thought lodged itself in her brain. She
wanted to give Gabriel something he wouldn’t forget. He breathed sex from every
pore of his six-foot frame. His short brown hair was always slightly ruffled as
if he’d just gotten out of the shower and run his fingers through it. His hazel
eyes changed color depending on his mood, going from a dark brown when he was
frustrated to a smoldering green when he was playful.
    She had to make a choice. One where she’d either be rejected
or fired or she’d have the ride of her life. She rose from her chair,
unbuttoning the top three buttons of her dress shirt. Opening her purse, she
quickly checked herself in the mirror. After gliding on her favorite strawberry
lip gloss, she smiled at herself before closing the compact and tossing it back
in her purse.
    “Well, Mr. Gabriel Meyers, you’re in for the time of your
life.” She placed the file papers in a neat pile inside a manila folder and
strode over to her boss’s office.
    She didn’t bother knocking, just walked slowly to his desk.
He was looking intently at his computer screen, a small headset in his ear as
the CEO from Japan began talking. The weekly teleconference usually took about
thirty minutes and any number of employees could be on the call.
    She slid the folder discreetly in front of him and he
mouthed “thank you” before turning his attention back to the screen. Instead of
leaving him alone to go over facts and figures, she grabbed one of the leather
chairs and scooted it in front of Gabriel’s desk. She sat down, letting the
cool leather take away some of the heat wrapping her body.
    He glanced over at her, raising his eyebrow before turning
back to his CEO. Molly slid her hand along her neck and down the opening of her
blouse. The tops of her breasts were showing and her fingers slowly made
patterns across their swell.
    His attention hadn’t left the computer screen so she removed
more buttons, exposing her peach lace bra. Her nipples poked against the
fragile material. She sighed loudly as her thumbs circled the tight tips.
    “Molly?” he hissed.
    “Mr. Meyers, is there a problem?” the CEO asked.
    “Oh no, sir. Sorry for the interruption.”
    Molly giggled while playing with her plump breasts,
squeezing them together, rolling her nipples with her finger and thumb. Now she
had her boss’s attention. His eyes darted between the computer screen and her.
She released the rest of her shirt buttons, letting the material fall to the
sides and exposing her soft creamy skin.
    Gabriel flipped over the first page of the Thompson file and
scribbled furiously. Out of range from the webcam, he held up the paper. Take
off the bra.
    His written demand made her nipples strain even harder. She
licked her lips and with one hand snapped the front closure open. Her tits
sprang forward and she cupped her fullness.
    Another sheet of paper, Gabriel writing so fast she thought
the paper might catch on fire. Play with your nipples.
    She sucked her first two fingers and gripped her distended
tips. Her legs opened of their own volition as she