Free Filthy Boss by Penny Wylder Page A

weak we really are, they'll walk away. And that will be the best of bad options because if they see how weak we are they could try to take the company."
    "Charles, your company isn't falling apart. Not yet. You can still fix things. You said that Seattle just showed up first—so change things in the other cities before they get so bad."
    "Yeah," He runs his fingers through his hair, "I'm already trying to. But these things have an impact. It may not be enough. If I lost Peter's company after everything that he did for me, I don't know how I could live with myself."
    I wrap my arms around him, pressing my head into his back. "Everything will work out. I promise." His stomach expands under my hands as he takes a breath. "You can't promise that, but thank you."
    The sun is slowly setting behind us, and neither of us move for a long time, simply breathing together. When he does he turns inside my arms to face me, taking my face in his hands. "I feel something for you." He says, "but I don't know if you want me to say it."
    "You can't possibly know that yet."
    "But I do know it," he says, "I want you to know that I know it."
    My stomach tumbles into freefall as he kisses me and my body comes alive. His lips press into me and his hands roam across my back and forward across my breasts leaving Goosebumps where his fingers touch me. I feel myself growing wet at the thought of where his hands might go next and I almost forget that we're in public. Almost.
    I think he might have forgotten too, or just didn't care, but his hands move back to safer grounds. I feel what he said in every kiss and sweep of his tongue. He doesn't stop kissing me until long after the sun has set, and deep in my gut I suspect I don't want him to ever stop.

Chapter  14.
Charles
    T he phone has been ringing for a while, and I'm not sure she's going to pick up. It is pretty late, but I was hoping she'd still be awake. I hear a click. "Charles?"
    Her voice is happy and sleepy. "Were you sleeping?"
    "No of course not."
    "Mmm, so you're totally awake?"
    "Sure." She says, her voice rough from just waking up and sending a bolt straight down to my cock. I reach down and take it in my hand, it's already hard from hearing her speak.
    "I want you to do something for me." I say.
    She laughs, "Whatever you say, boss."
    "Sir."
    The line goes still. "Sir?" her mind is catching up to where mine is.
    "Open your legs," I say, "As far as they can go." There's a soft rustling from the phone and I can hear her breathing. "Are they open?"
    "Yes, Sir." The words are nothing more that a breath.
    "I want you to touch yourself. Slowly."
    I hear her breathing hitch, change. I begin to stroke myself to the sound of her breath, imagining her spread out across her bed with her hair wild and her fingers moving. "How does it feel?"
    "It feels good, Sir."
    I do feel good. I move hand faster, grip myself harder. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling. "I want you to use your fingers." I say, "put a finger in your pussy, and imagine that it's me."
    She groans, "Are you imagining that it's you?"
    My memory floods with the sensation of having my fingers inside her. God. My cock twitches in my hand. "I don't have to remember," I say, my voice rougher than I'd like, "I know exactly what you feel like. Put in another finger." The sound she makes is low and guttural, and makes sure there's no blood in the rest of my body.
    "What do I feel like?"
    I make a fist around my cock, squeezing to hold myself back. Just the sound of her voice has me ready to explode. "You feel tight. Hot and slick..." She's moaning in my ear, louder than I've heard her moan because we don't have to hide this. "Alyssa, I want you to fuck yourself the way I would fuck you. Now."
    Her breaths are coming in short bursts, and my own are keeping up. My hand is moving almost on it's own, chasing the pleasure I know is coming.
    "Charles." She says, "I'm going to come."
    "No." I say, gritting my teeth to hold of my own climax. "Not