Babysitting The Boss

4. Good Girl Gone Bad (18+)

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June did want to take the risk but his eyes were just too captivating, enchanting, that she found herself nodding.

"Perfect," Heath said, his grin widening. He signaled the waiter for the check, his hand still resting lightly on hers. "Let's go back to my place."

June's heart raced as they left the restaurant.

The town car took them to an exclusive high-rise, and the elevator whisked them up to the top floor - the penthouse. Heath's apartment was sleek and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city lights.

The walls were adorned with abstract art, and the furniture looked like it belonged in a magazine spread.

Heath guided her to the couch, his hand resting gently on the small of her back. She felt the heat of his touch through the fabric of her dress, and she couldn't help but shiver slightly.

"Would you like a drink?" he offered, moving towards the bar with a smooth grace.

June nodded, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach. "A glass of wine would be nice, thank you."

Heath's apartment was indeed impressive. The open-concept living space was filled with modern art and sleek, expensive furniture. She couldn't help but feel out of place in her simple dress and sensible shoes.

Heath poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her with a flourish. "To new beginnings," he said, his eyes holding hers as he clinked his own glass against hers. June took a sip, the rich flavor of the wine doing little to calm her nerves.

The conversation grew more relaxed as they sipped their drinks, Heath telling stories of his jet-setting lifestyle. June found herself getting lost in his words, the sound of his deep laughter making her heart race.

As the night went on, Heath grew bolder. He took June's hand, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her palm. She tried to focus on the paperwork she had brought, but her thoughts kept straying to his touch.

"Are you sure you do not have a boyfriend?" He mumbled as he leaned closer.

"I don't. Why?"

Heath's smile grew. "Just making sure," he murmured, leaning in before she could react. His lips brushed against hers, light and questioning. June's breath hitched, the warmth of his touch sending a shock through her body.

For a moment, she was frozen, unsure of what to do. But then, almost against her will, she found herself responding, her hand coming up to rest on his chest. Heath's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. June felt a thrill of excitement mingled with the nerves that had been plaguing her all evening.

Before she could fully process what was happening, Heath was leading her down the hallway to his bedroom, the floor-to-ceiling windows casting a soft glow over the plush king-sized bed. The room smelled faintly of his cologne, a scent that was already becoming familiar.

He stopped in front of the bed, his hands resting on her shoulders. "June," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "I've wanted this since the moment I saw you."

June looked up at him, her eyes wide. "What are we doing?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

Heath's smile was predatory. "I think you know," he murmured, his hand moving to the zipper of her dress.

June felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she allowed him to slip the dress off her shoulders and then let it drop, revealing the lacy lingerie she had chosen for the evening. Heath's eyes darkened as he took in the sight, his hands moving to the clasp of her bra.

With a flick of his fingers, the garment fell away, leaving her bare before him. He stepped closer, his chest brushing against her exposed skin. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he traced the outline of her body with his fingertips. June's breath came in short gasps, her heart pounding in her chest.

Heath's kisses grew more urgent, his hands exploring every inch of her as if he couldn't get enough. She felt herself melting into him, her body responding to his touch despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind. This wasn't the professional dinner she had anticipated, but the allure of the moment was too powerful to resist.

The bed was a soft embrace as Heath laid her down, his strong arms supporting her weight. He kissed her neck, sending shivers down her spine as his hands deftly unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to spill into his eager hands. June gasped as his thumbs teased her n*****s, his mouth moving down to capture one in a scorching kiss.

Her hands roamed his body, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the muscles in his arms, and the tension in his back. His skin was hot to the touch, and she could feel his desire for her, pulsing against her thigh. Heath groaned, the sound vibrating through her as he kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.

He pulled away briefly to remove his own shirt, revealing a chest that looked like it had been chiseled from marble. June's eyes widened, taking in the perfection of his physique. Heath's grin was wicked as he reached for his belt, his eyes never leaving hers. The sound of the buckle echoed in the quiet room as he undid it, the anticipation thick in the air.

Heath's hands were everywhere, exploring and claiming. June felt a whirlwind of sensations as he kissed her neck, and her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver. The fabric of her panties was the only barrier left between them, and it was quickly removed.

Heath's eyes burned into hers as he positioned himself between her legs, his arousal thick. June's breath hitched as he entered her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her arch her back and dig her nails into his shoulders.

He moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of her tight around him. June's eyes squeezed shut, her body adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation of him inside her. With each stroke, she felt herself growing wetter, her walls clenching around him in a silent plea for more.

The rhythm grew steadier, more intense. Heath's breath was hot against her neck, his teeth grazing her ear as he whispered dirty promises of what was to come. June's moans grew louder, echoing in the quiet of the luxurious apartment. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, her hips rising to meet each thrust.

His hands roamed her body, finding every sensitive spot and exploiting it with a skill that left her trembling. June felt the pressure building, her muscles tightening as she approached the edge. She had never felt this alive, this desired.

Heath's hips pumped into her with a rhythm that was both punishing and precise, his eyes never leaving hers. June's gasps grew more frequent, her nails digging into his back as the intensity grew. His grunts of pleasure mingled with her cries, the sound echoing off the walls of his bedroom.

His c**k filled her completely, stretching her to the limits of what she thought she could handle. But instead of pain, she felt only a deep, carnally satisfying fullness that made her crave more.

Heath's strokes grew more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps against her neck. She could feel the muscles in his arms tighten with every thrust, his need for her a palpable force. June's hips rose to meet him, eager for the release that was building within her.

His hands gripped her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed her closer to the precipice. She felt the tension coil tighter in her stomach, her toes curling with the sweet agony of it. His movements grew more erratic, his breathing more ragged.

June's eyes rolled back in her head as Heath's strokes grew faster, his hips slamming into hers with a force that sent waves of pleasure through her body. She felt the warmth spreading, her muscles tightening around him as she approached climax.

Heath's grip on her thighs grew stronger, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pushed deeper. His eyes bore into hers, the intensity of his gaze holding her in place even as she felt herself begin to fall apart.

With a final, powerful thrust, Heath sent June spiraling over the edge. Her body convulsed around him, her muscles tightening in a series of waves that seemed to go on forever. She screamed his name, the sound lost in the frenzy.

Heath's own climax followed closely, his release filling her with a warmth that seemed to seep into her very soul. He collapsed onto her, his weight a welcome anchor in the storm of pleasure. His breathing was harsh in her ear, his heart hammering against her chest.

For a moment, they lay there, entwined in the aftermath of their passion. June's thoughts were a jumbled mess, a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by someone else's touch.

She didn't have the energy to analyze the situation like she would, for slumber overtook her senses and she fell asleep with her boss on top of her.

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