This… this is going to require an explanation. One that I don’t know how to give. Yesterday, I was a normal single 23 year old, with a crappy job and a crappier apartment. Today, I did the unthinkable. The thing I thought would never happen, happened because I wanted it to. It’s like I have a superpower. 

—

I wish I had an origin story, but it’s really not like that. Last night, I was at a bar with my buddy Hank, watching the basketball game. It was half a sports bar, half a dive bar. When Hank went to use the bathroom, I made eyes at this smoke-show from across the room. She made eyes back. That never happens to me. She strutted over, her platinum blonde hair flowing behind her. 

“Hello.” She said before stealing Hank’s spot. I didn’t mention it. 

“Hi.” I said back. She let my reply hang in the air. I got the hint and get speaking. “I’m Chris. Can I get you a drink?”

“You sure can Chris.” I gave a motion to the bartender, who made her a vodka tonic. Basic, but it gets the job done. As soon as she sipped it, she nearly made me spit my own drink out. “Would you like to fuck me Chris?” 

“Uh- can I get your name first?” The woman seemed almost taken aback by my question. I mean, it’s not like I wouldn’t fuck her. It’s just I like to make a connection first. It’s really the reason why I’m single, but more on that later. 

“I’d… prefer not.” 

“Well, miss, I’m sure you’re great, but I’m just not in a great place right now. I feel like it’d be a disservice to you if I’m not all the way focused on you.” I didn’t even really understand the words coming out of my mouth, but it kind of made sense. 

“What’s giving you trouble?”

“A girl.” Technically she is a girl. Though from our history she hardly seems like one. 

“This girl,” the woman started, “What is her name?”

“Gina.”

“Ex?”

“New boss. Old high school bully. It’s complicated.” Complicated didn’t even describe it. God I am screwed up. Anyways, it’s the reason I was out drinking. She has made my life a living hell. It felt like the universe was out to get me.

“Damn.” The sort of picturesque face the woman had on fell. She seemed to actually care a little. Weird, considering she wouldn’t even tell me her name. “What’s Gina’s problem?” I don’t know why I felt compelled to answer this gorgeous beast of a woman, but I did. 

“Always hated me. In high school she just targeted me because I was easy. Then it’s like she made it a personal mission to torment me everyday. Now she’s my boss at my risk management firm. I mean, I bet she took the job to just fuck with me more. She only started last week and has already made it so much worse.” I drop my head to my forearms, pressing into the bar counter. 

“Did that make you feel better Chris?” I nod in response to her question. 

“Sorry if I’m being a bother. Guess I just need to talk about it.” 

“Chris, don’t apologize for needing to talk. Sometimes, all we need is someone to listen.” I looked up from the counter, and found this woman’s comforting eyes. 

“Thank you.” I really meant it. Hank’s a good friend, but I don’t think I could talk to him like this even. 

“Can you quit? The job I mean.”

“No. The market isn’t good right now and my student loan payments are hitting hard.”

“Is she good at her job?” The beauty turns a little more towards me, her face pinched in thought. She’s trying to help me out of this jam, someone I barely know. Maybe there are good people left after all. But it’s no use. 

“Gina is the best. She’s aggressive and smart, meaning she makes the whole business a boat load of money. The board was practically begging her to accept their offer when she expressed her interest. They’ll never get rid of her.” I pause, taking a moment just to feel the sorrow flow through me. “It was the best job I’ve ever had. Which isn’t saying much, but now it’s shit.” 

“I see. I see.” She sipped her drink before her face settled on something. “Chris, are you a good person?” That question felt like a loaded one. I bit my lip considering. 

“I don’t know. I think about that a lot really.” I paused, thinking about it a little more. Then, what came next just sort of felt right. “I try. I think that's all we can do.” I wish Gina tried to be a good person. Maybe it would make my feelings easier to understand. These stupid, weird feelings. But I can’t make her do anything. 

“Chris, I think you deserve a break.” 

“I appreciate you sayin-” I never got to finish. The woman dove forward and kissed me. It was so surprising, and surprisingly good to boot, that I didn’t break it off as fast as I could’ve. I did gently remove my face from hers after a moment though. “I-” I didn’t really know what to say. This woman seemed good intentioned, but I was clear that I didn’t want to sleep with her tonight. Any other night, I would. “I’m really flattered… miss.” Still didn’t know her name. “And I appreciate this conversation, but I really can’t sleep with you tonight.”

“I know Chris.” She gave me a smile that confused me even more. Then she turned to get up. “You’re going to get that break eventually.” 

“Thanks?” She probably didn’t hear my unsure thankfulness, because she was already out the door of the bar. My buddy Hank came back from the bathroom. He asked about the half full cocktail at his seat. I said, “Some lady wanted a drink.” 

“Did you get her number?” Hank asked, his face lighting up at the potential of female interaction. It was not common for either of us. 

“Nope.” And that was that. 

—

This morning, I woke up dreading to go to work. Just like I had everyday for the past two weeks. I got a good, stress relieving lift in my apartments gym, but it didn’t do much to mend my spirits. I had to see her. Gina in her glory, bossing me around and making my life miserable. 

She first worsened my day in the weekly roundup meeting. It was Friday, so at least I had the weekend to look forward to. Gina called me out for fantasizing about getting out of the office, “Chris make sure you’re listening here, we don’t want any screw ups.” No one laughed at least, just looked at me funny. Not the worst she’s ever done. I stupidly thought that would be the last thing she did to me. I was wrong. “Chris, can you stay after for a sec?” I couldn’t refuse. She is the boss. 

Everyone else left. Gina took her stuff, but stood in the doorway, blocking my exit. I cursed our small meeting room. “Chris, I trust you’ll be coming to my team dinner?” Gina didn’t make it sound like I had an option. I never do with her. 

“I got to get past you.” I stood from my chair, and motioned to try and leave. Gina only moved slightly, so I brushed up against her. “Yeah I’ll be there.” I’m taller than her, by a good bit, so I dropped my face to meet hers. My lips were right around her bangs. I don’t know why I noticed that. I also dropped my voice a little low, just because I was annoyed with this interaction. All of this built into Gina freezing up. Her cheeks flushed more than I’d ever seen before, and her hard brown eyes widened. It made her look very doe-eyed. And very cute, though she’s proven to be anything but. 

“Great…” She stammered. Her eyes dropped my from to something lower. My lips? “Good.” Gina’s gaze darted away, like she was embarrassed. Embarrassed about what? “I also need to go over the new housing project with you but I’m in meetings all day. Can you stay after the dinner so we’re both on the same page? I’ll give you a bottle of red or something in return.” I couldn’t believe my eyes or ears. Gina was asking me for a favor. Me. And she’d give me a bottle of wine? At the time, I thought she was fucking with me. So I lowered my voice even more, and got closer to her face, trying to sus her out. 

“Or something?” Not to brag, but I sounded kind of cool there. Maybe even sexy? Gina’s eyes darted back up to mine, the sparkle in them plain to see. Then they unfocused, and fell to my lips again. That’s when I realized the possible meanings of what I said. That could turn into an HR complaint. I immediately tried to escape the situation. “Yeah I’ll do it. See you tonight, boss.” My words sounded rushed and dumb, but maybe that's all I could do to get out of there. Our thighs brushed together as I side-stepped to leave. When I got far away from her I shook my head. Why was she so close? She could’ve stepped out of my way multiple times. The rest of the day was weird. The dinner – and what came after – had it beat though. 

—

Her penthouse was immaculate. I suppose it can be when you’re making seven figures. I came in with the crowd, all the associates and analysts taking the same elevator. 

“Hey everyone!” Gina greeted us at the door, before rushing back to the kitchen where she was preparing the large amount of food that would be required to feed all of us. “There’s beer in the cooler there, feel free to take up the living room.” All the other people at the firm followed her instruction. I stayed behind. Gina scrunched her face as she started mixing her sauce. She didn’t look up to see me watching her. Why was she working so hard? Everyone at the firm feared her. She didn’t have to impress them. Her gaze flicked to me, then flicked right back to what she was doing. No comment on me watching her? No snide remark? What was her play?

I stayed in the kitchen area, Gina has a nice counter area where I could sit and watch her work. Had to make sure she wasn’t poisoning my food. She had an apron over her backless shirt and dark dress pants, but the backside clung to her ass in a way that… I should not be noticing. Was there something new in the water? What was this pull between me and her today? She was not this attractive before, was she?

Dinner was ready a few minutes later. The rest of the associates already were already a little tipsy or so. Gina gritted a smile, which turned more genuine whenever she looked at me. I don’t want her to look at me like that. I don’t like the way it warms my cheeks. Her lasagna is impeccable. Everyone eats it up, showering her with compliments, no doubt motivated by fear. The conversation quiets down when the food is gone. I still haven’t really participated in it. I’m saving my social energy for this forced interaction with Gina after.

“Thanks everyone for coming. See you next week.” As the rest of the team shuffled out of her door, I stayed seated. I knew the night was about to get a lot longer. I started pulling out the materials for the project, but Gina went back to the kitchen. Shit. She wasn’t going to be amicable in regards to my time. She started clearing her gigantic table, about to do a fuck load of dishes. It would take forever for one person. “I just need to clean up and then we can get to the report.” Gina remarked as she bent over the sink and put the dishes inside. Fuck. Her black dress pants hugged her heart shaped ass so well. That, and the pushed up sleeves of her white blouse made her look perfectly messy.

I sighed. Then I stood up, and gathered the rest of the plates. I couldn’t let her flaunt her ass at me like that. I joined Gina at the sink, and started using her other basin to wash. She looked up at me, flustered once again. “You don’t need to do that. Just take a break and then we can work on the report.” I didn’t say anything, but I had to stop scrubbing a plate when Gina tried to take my sponge, dropping it onto the floor. Then we both knelt for it. My height made me tower over her somewhat when standing, but we knelt face to face. My fingers found the sponge first, which led to Gina grabbing the back of my hand. She didn’t let go. We made eye contact. It was very charged as far as I could tell. I couldn’t explain why.

“Let me help.” I whispered, low and serious. I didn’t want to be here longer than I already had to be. Or maybe I did? “It’ll take forever by yourself.” Somehow, I was doing a nice thing for my bully. I couldn’t believe myself. Our closeness didn’t really register in my brain, but my nose was nearly brushing hers. It made her blush a violent shade of red. Gina’s big brown eyes fell to our hands. She still hadn’t let go. My whole arm was tingling, but I didn’t want her to know that. 

“Okay.” She agreed. We stood at the same time, though I had to catch Gina when her knee buckled a little. I remembered she had a sports injury in high school, I bet that's what was involved. Then we went to work on the dishes. Washing, scrubbing, drying. Gina had clearly never been a dishwasher professionally. She was a total klutz, banging dishes into the sink and always bumping into me. I didn’t say anything, which led to total silence, until she asked, “Do you think it went well?” 

“It was fine.” I said bluntly. I didn’t want to engage with her. 

“Was my cooking okay? I haven’t done it a lot, but my grandmother’s recipes always used to be so good.” Grandma’s recipe? Damn, that’s personal. I don’t want to hurt her feelings. Why do I care though?

“It was good, especially for a beginner. Let me give you a different cheese sauce recipe though. This one was a little strong.” 

“Oh- uhm, thanks!” Gina paused, drying her last fork. “You’ll have to show me how to make it though, I bought this one at the store and heated it up.” Great. She is probably going to hold me to that. More time with boss-lady. More time with Gina. I set down the last plate in the rack, spinning so I can lean against the sink. 

“Sure.” I agree. I wish I wasn’t so damn polite. Gina doesn’t move, holding eye contact for a moment that stretches too long. “Can we get to the report? I got a full Saturday, so I need some sleep.” I don’t have anything. I just want to escape her penthouse, and these feelings. Fuck they are feelings aren’t they? I walk over to the table, getting the rest of the folders and my laptop out. Gina doesn’t join me, instead moving to her incredibly long couch in her open-concept living room. She turns the fire place on. I’m not cold, but she must be, because she adjusts her blouse slightly when she thinks I’m not looking. I sigh once again, begrudgingly taking my things and joining her on the couch.  

“Okay so the property next door’s valuation changed slightly, which means the market valuations all had to change a little-” The words just seemed to fall out of my mouth. It took around thirty minutes to give her all the updates, to which she listened very intently. Even in just the two weeks I’ve worked with her, Gina has been locked in for all of it. She’s taken the new job and ran with it. She just sort of shifts into the ultra-focused mode. It’s very admirable. Then she had to ask questions of course, which took another thirty minutes. She had to grab folders from me, point to specific properties and inquire about them. At one point her knee pressed into mine and it didn’t leave. It made me feel weird. By the end of it, my brain felt like mush. I needed a break. 

“Let’s not push it anymore. I think I got it.” Gina finally said with a sigh. I did the same, relieved to be done with it. “Do you need anything Chris?”

“A stiff drink?” I joked. Higher ups at our firm rarely engaged with clients. Gina, however, got up from the couch, and over to her liquor cabinet. I heard glasses clink with ice and liquid pour. I didn’t even have the chance to tell her I was kidding before a whiskey on the rocks was in front of me on the coffee table. “Um- thanks.” 

“No- thank you Chris. I would’ve gotten a earful if I didn’t know everything about this on Monday.” Gina leaned over from her spot next to me, putting her hand on my shoulder. “You’re a lifesaver. Have been since I got here. I know it’s been a lot, but you’ve done really well. Can’t believe you’re the guy I used to pick on in school.” She didn’t move her hand. If anything, she scooted closer. This was all getting to be too much. I took a long drink of that whiskey. 

“Gina…” Her name came off rough, my voice gravely from the burn of the liquor. It made her shiver, which I felt through her arm. “That was a rough time for me. I don’t look back on it… fondly. Why did you even pick on me?” It comes off more emotional than I want it to. It hits Gina like a punch, her eyes softening greatly. I was curious as to why. 

“It used to be because you were you know… small.” I was the shortest kid in our freshman class. It was a kind of big school, which meant I was really short. I stood out, and Gina and her popular friends jumped on that like white on rice. It was more Gina leading the pack than the other girls picking on me, which somehow was worse. Like, even her friends eventually laid off. It was so much. Insults in the hall, notes in the locker, just the way she looked down on me. The worst part was, it was girls picking on a boy. Doesn’t get taken seriously. 

I didn’t stay small though. By middle of sophomore year I was taller than her, “Then you got… big.” Gina’s voice drops slightly, her eyes trailing over my shirt. It got wet when we did the dishes. Hers did too, making her white blouse stick to her bra. It’s red… and lace… and I nearly fainted when it first started showing through her shirt at the sink. Gina continues, “I couldn’t make fun of you for being small. So I called you the other things. You obviously weren’t- any of those things! I was just trying to get your attention.” The names shifted from ‘shorty’ to ‘sticky.’ Then when I joined the football team and put on some muscle, she just plain called me a weirdo. Dork. Freak. 

“You couldn’t have told me that? I felt like those things because you called me them.” I don’t raise my voice, but I clench my jaw and lean closer to Gina. Her hand shifts from resting on my shoulder, to clenching the fabric of my shirt. Her choice of wording –in the present– caught my attention though. I needed to address it. 

“And… my attention?” I jerked my head forward, knocking her hand off my shoulder. Her grip settled around my knee instead. “What the-” It caught my gaze for a moment, before I refocused on what she said, “What the hell does that mean?” Gina shrunk at my question, yet her grip on my knee stayed firm. So firm. 

“I- I shouldn’t say.” Gina’s voice quieted. “I’m your boss.” My voice did not. I was not satisfied. I didn’t know what would satisfy me, but it wasn’t her dodging my question. Then something happened in my mind, something that left me feeling odd. Something told me, speak to her like how I spoke in my cubicle today, when she was flustered from my proximity. That it would be beneficial for me to do. So I did. 

“You will tell me.” My demand was calm, but deep. I felt an energy in my mouth as I said it. An energy that was reflected in Gina’s demeanor. “And you will tell me now.” At that point, I felt something change. She would tell me. I knew it deep down. 

She bristled, her breath catching on her lips with a whistle. “I wanted you to look at me. I wanted you to think about me everyday. Oh god-” Gina breathed, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but I thought you liked it.” 

“I didn’t.” I rasped, which elicited another gasp from Gina. It was an electric sound. “You made my life hell.” I leaned forward, practically growling in her face. Her grip tightened on my knee. 

“I’m sorry Chris.” I didn’t think I could hear any more of this. Or get any closer to her. I stood, walking over to her view of the city. It was magnificent. Almost as magnificent as her. My eyes drifted back to her sitting there. Her demeanor seemed very unsure of what to do, confused on what she felt. She truly did look beautiful, even if she was exhausted and unkempt. Her dark hair was down at this point, her blouse slightly unbuttoned. I needed to turn away from her, but she looked so pathetic. Pathetic and fuckable. No! It was getting ridiculous at that point. Why did I want her? 

“What is this? Why am I here? Why are you my fucking boss?” My frustration was not hidden anymore. Gina was taken aback, but I saw a different look in her eyes then. She stood, walking over to me slowly. Gina never took her eyes off mine. 

“I don’t know what this is. All I know is that something is eating away at me.” She spoke with her hands, unsure of where to hold them. Her voice lowered to a whisper, “I looked you up, months ago. Saw the man you had become. I applied for anything that would get me close to you. I needed… to make things right. I needed to see you Chris.” Gina took another step forward, crowding me against the glass window. Her hands found my hips, trying to get me to sway with her. Her hands were so warm. 

“Why? Tell me the truth Gina.” The demand was again made with my deep voice that I’d discovered. It felt so right to use it in front of her. Maybe too right. Gina’s knees buckled, forcing me to catch her. Her hands pressed into my lower stomach, her chest and face braced by the rest of my torso. 

“I- I’m in love with you.” Her voice cracked, tears present. Lust too. “At least, I think. I made fun of you because I liked you, even when you were small. Then you got big and I thought you would make me stop. I wanted you to make me stop and I wanted you to make me yours. Everything came back when I saw you again. I never stopped thinking about you.” Her confession was quick, efficient, just like Gina. But she was coming undone. So was I. Everything was bubbling in me. I lunged, grabbing her hips and spinning her. Pressing her into the glass was so easy. I could crowd her with my whole body, standing over her and watch her go limp in my arms. I leaned my head down, sending my hot breath into her face. Gina moaned at my erection finding space between her legs. Her hands wrapped around my neck, nails softly scratching the skin on my neck. I cursed the feeling. 

“You humiliated me.” I started, my nose trailing the the outline of her face. I closed my eyes at how good it felt to be so close to her. “You tortured me for years and I put up with it because… because you were the most beautiful girl in school and I was helplessly devoted to you. I never reported you. I thought, ‘how could an angel like her even look my direction? I’m lucky to even be made fun of by her.’ You ruined me.” 

“Chris-” Gina moaned in my ear. “Ruin me.” 

—

That moment, the moment this all led to, is this moment. Everything flashes through my head as I look at Gina’s beautiful, pathetic doe-eyes. The interaction with the woman, the voice, the effect it had on Gina. I can make her do, everything. I can make her be mine. Then again, she already wants to be mine. My hands clutch her dainty face, her eyes un-focusing and falling to my lips. 

“You- you-” I don’t finish what I am trying to say. I just kiss her. It’s everything I ever wanted it to be and more. My mind clouds with immediate visions of lust and sin. I steal her lips, her tongue. I take it like it’s always been mine. She gasps and moans with such need that I can’t help but join her song. Gina’s knees crumble, and I lift her up. Her legs wrap around my hips and I press her into the glass with a roughness that makes us both cry out in pleasure. My erection finds the warm, wet spot of her pants. I grind against it, near mindlessly. 

“More!” She cries in between kisses. The couch. I redirect my lips at her neck as I walk her to our destination. I keep her ass gathered in my hands, my grip tight and possessive. It was effortless to move her, so light and dainty in my hands. In my possession. I set Gina down, holding her up straight enough to keep kissing her. My hands roam her every inch, ready to tear away all her clothes. I wait though. Patience is going to be necessary to not completely ruin her. Or me. I kiss to her ear and whisper, 

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” Gina agrees softly. I surprise myself with what I say next. 

“Kneel.” Gina does immediately, locking eyes with me as she get onto the couch. My hand collects her long dark hair for her to put in a ponytail. She does, looking up at me with wonder and love in her eyes. I regrip her hair, using the ponytail to gently guide her mouth to the tent in my pants. Gina’s eyes roll back when she first kisses my erection. “Take it out.” Her hands undo my belt, the feeling maddeningly good. Gina pulls down my boxers, my erection spreading across the length of her face. Gina gasps, pressing her whole face into my flesh. 

“So… big.” She whispers. 

“Kiss it.” I command her, using my strange new voice. Gina’s eyes gloss over, and soon her lips caress my shaft. I have to bite my cheek at the sensation. Too damn good. I guide her all over, each inch covered by her lips eventually. She’s never looked so beautiful. Her hands slide up my thighs, one cupping my balls while the other holds my shaft steady. As she moves her mouth back up to the tip, she greedily tries to suck it into her mouth. I hold her at bay, grinning ear to ear when she whines at the restraint. 

“Please.” Gina begs. She pumps my dick, trying to convince me with the pleasure she can provide. I need her more desperate. I need to fill this gap of power between us. Make her truly mine. I can’t even believe I’m thinking this as I do, but I want her to beg for me. So that’s what I’ll do.

“Beg for it. Beg for it like my little cock-slut.”

“Please Chris. I- I’m your little cock-slut. Please feed it to me.” Her voice, as soft and pathetic as it is, along with her eyes, desperate and lusting after me, it all makes me fold so quickly for her. Perhaps I’m not as satisfied as I could be, but once her mouth takes my length I don’t care. 

“Jesus-” I bite back a curse as she takes half of me into her throat. Gina’s face has relaxed at this point, looking up at me with a purposeful ease. She chokes, but no tears come into her eyes. She doesn’t breathe for long moments, but she doesn’t redden. I hold her down by her ponytail, and she doesn’t buck back. The only thing she does for herself is grab my free hand, interlacing our fingers like they should always be together. I shudder once or twice, fighting back the mounting pressure in my balls. “Gina!” Leaves my mouth a few times, her name like ambrosia on my tongue. 

I pull her off, silencing her whines by hauling her up and kissing her. My hands grip her face tight as I walk her back against the couch. She falls back, allowing me to tear her pants off her. Her panties come next, and she instinctually spreads her legs for me. Her pussy is just how I imagined it, but somehow wetter than I could ever comprehend. “Holy fuck.” The words fell out of my mouth as I fall to my knees. As I taste her, finally fulfilling my wildest fantasies, I grab the condom from my wallet in my pants. I slip it on, just as Gina shook with her first orgasm. Spinning her to match the length of the couch, I crawl on top of my bully/boss. “Taste yourself.” She follows my command, sucking my tongue into her mouth, devolving into a perfect, messy kiss. 

Just as I positioned myself at Gina’s entrance, her legs came around my hips and forced me inside her. My eyes rolled back at the sensation, with Gina moaning loudly into my mouth. Her hands dug into my hair, keeping me against her mouth. We struggled for breath as I pounded into her. My hands lifted up on her lower back, pulling her closer, which made her give what sounded like more pleased moans. I pound relentlessly into her, my years of need finally coming to the surface and being let free. After only a few short moments I feel the need to cum, but this can’t be that short. I need to enjoy her, properly ruin her like she asked. I pull out, displaying my length across her stomach as we both catch out breath. 

“You’re so fucking perfect.” My mouth dips to her ear, my breath coming hot and ragged. 

“Give it to me.” Gina whispers. I ready myself to go again, but a pulling sensation stops me. Gina’s fingers work the condom off my dick, tossing it to the side. My eyes flash wide.

“I don’t have another.” I curse. This can’t be over. Why would she–

“Good.” Gina traps my mouth again, at the same time doing the same maneuver with her legs, guiding me inside her with her hand. I’m plunged into warmth, immediately finding a good, deep rhythm to fuck her once again. The need to cum, the pure pleasure of it, arrives fast. 

“I’m gonna-” I manage to blurt in between movements of our lips, “I’m gonna-”

“In me!” Gina cries, “Please in me!” Her arms wrap around my upper back, pinning me to her. In fact, my whole body covers her like a blanket. I’m so close to her. So close to Gina. If I could tell my high school self this, he wouldn’t believe me. Wouldn’t believe the one who made my life so miserable could give me the greatest pleasure I’d ever known. 

I spill the biggest load of my life into my high school bully. She bites my lip, but I don’t register the pain. We both cry out, but I can’t hear anything over the roar in my head. We stare into each other’s eyes, my entire vision the shade of brown that hers are. Sliding off her, which is easy due to our sweat slicked bodies, I have to kneel on the floor next to the couch. Gina lets her head fall to the side to look at me. I stroke the hair out of her face, resting my chin on the leather. 

“Your eyes,” I pant, “They’ve never looked more beautiful.” They really haven’t. Her gaze was half closed, glassy, unfocused with pupils bigger than a marble. It was perfect. 

“I’ve never… been fucked like that.” The loopy smile that adorned her face drifted to a more desperate open mouth, like she wanted to be kissed again. 

“I’ve never fucked… like that.” I say back to her. 

“Bedroom.” Gina blankly states. I nod. Gathering myself to my feet, I pick her up bridal style. Her arms come around my neck and she relaxes completely into me, even giving a content sigh. After making the journey to her lavish bedroom, which is fancy and homey at the same time, I set her on the bed. Taking off the last of her clothes is fun, finally seeing her perfect breasts, her tight stomach. I shower her with kisses, before taking off my own shirt. I crawl in bed next to her, nakedly cuddling Gina. I shudder. It feels too right. She rests her head on my chest, peering up at me. 

“I can’t believe you’re here.” She whispers. “I can’t believe how right you feel.” I can’t believe it either.

“You make me feel right.” I whisper back. Gina slides her hand up my chest. I interlace my fingers with hers, her grip warm and so fucking relaxing. She must be exhausted, with the company dinner and the cleanup, as well as what we just did. Gina’s big doe eyes start to flutter closed, only doing so when I give her forehead a kiss. A small, tired moan leaves her throat as her head collapses on my chest. Seeing her there, so intertwined with me, makes my eyelids just as heavy.

—

In the middle of the night we must’ve switched to spooning, because I awake with Gina curled into my body. I smell her hair, just her perfect natural scent present. I run the hand that’s placed on her stomach softly along the length of her side. 

“Are you awake now?” Her voice startles me. How long had she been awake. She didn’t sound tired.

“Yes.” I brush the hair away from her ear, able to speak right into it. 

“What now?” The way her breath leaves her, the weight of the question evident, leaves me wondering as well. I choose not to wonder after a moment of thinking it over. Just do.

“Breakfast.” 

I explained to Gina that I only lived a little bit away. I picked up a change of clothes, some breakfast sandwiches, and lots of coffee. My plans for this weekend withered away in my mind, being replaced by all the possible things I could do with Gina in the short time frame. She met me at the door when I got back to her penthouse, pulling me in for a kiss and almost making me drop the coffee. We ate in silence on her couch, stealing looks at each other that made my cheeks flush. She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt now, nothing else beneath it. I don’t want to be silent with her. I want to figure this situation out. She’s my boss. She is in love with me. I’m– I don’t know. That’s why I need to figure it out. 

“Do you want me to go?” I finally ask.

“No!” Gina blurts. “I want you to stay.”

“Then what should we do?”

“I was going to take a shower… maybe you could join me?”

—

“Holy fuck.” I exhale as we collapse into bed again. It’s Sunday. I didn’t bother to leave Gina’s yesterday. I couldn’t. We’ve been exploring every avenue of our sexual chemistry. It’s been incredible. We’re amazingly compatible. She’s so desperately wanted a guy to come in and take over for her. She’s been hard at work for the past few years, which is why she’s my boss, but now, she’s close to burnout. She doesn’t want to take charge in the bedroom. She wants to be told what to do. I happily do that, using my deep voice on her. Gina always responds so well to that voice of mine. 

“Holy fuck is right.” We’d just gotten done with another session in the shower. My wrist hurt from how hard I’d fingered her. The way she had came made up for it though, screaming and collapsing into my grasp. 

“Tomorrow’s Monday.” I point out. The real world was calling us.

“It is.” Gina crawls more into the curvature of my body. 

“Where do we go from here?” The uncertainty is evident in my question. This was all so new to me. I’d never done this with anyone, let alone my boss.

“Well, you know how I feel.” I think back to Friday night, what she said. She’s in love with me. Has been for a long time. I… was in love with her. That I know for certain. Now? I don’t want her to be my boss. I didn’t want her to be before, but I certainly don’t know. That means we have to go to HR. I have to get transferred. And why would I go through all that trouble just to not be with her? I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to leave her penthouse. I don’t want to leave this bed. I don’t want to let her go. 

“Then let’s start.”

“Start what?” She asks.

“Start us. I want an us. I want you.” It’s all true. Even if I’m admitting it to myself for the first time too. 

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” 

“Even with the past?”

“Yes.”

“Shit. I shouldn’t have said I love you already. That was way too soon.”

“I’m in love with you too.” I just blurt it. I don’t even think. I just heard love and it all fell into place. Even I can’t deny it anymore. I don’t want to let her go, ever. 

“Chris…” Gina breathes my name like it gives her life. Tears well in her eyes. She cups my face, looking me over with such fondness that I thought I would never receive from her. Shit, I need to talk about it. I take her hands off my face, holding them between us. Hopefully it’s a signal to her that I need to get serious for a second.

“I don’t know why I love you so much.” I confess. “You were so cruel.” I kiss her nose, my face twisting in sadness and confusion. “So cruel and beautiful. I think that made it worse. The one I wanted so badly was the one who hurt me.”

“I know. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you.” Gina cups my face again, and I melt into the touch. It feels so good to be touched by her. “You have me now. All of me.”

“You’re mine?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. 

“I’m yours. Mold me, break me, do whatever you want with me. You deserve it.” 

“All I want is to love you.”

“I- oh god.” The tears in Gina’s eyes spill over. She clutches herself around my entire body. “I don’t deserve you.” Gina sobs. Her face presses into my chest. I don’t quit know what to say. I just don’t like her saying that. “I don’t deserve you.” I pull her face back, gently, by her hair. 

“Don’t say that. Don’t ever… say that again.” I kiss her. Her tears run into our mouths, drowning out her sweetness with the salt. I don’t stop kissing her, and eventually her eyes dry. When my lips move to her ears, and her neck, she starts to grind into my side again. Just the notion of her doing that gets me hard again. The fact that she wants me, finally, is so gratifying. “Turn over.” I tell her. I help her roll away from me, pulling her into the curve of my body again. I restart the onslaught of kisses on the back of her neck, and let my fingers fall between her thighs again. 

“Slow… please.” I grant her request, the working of my fingers easing to a mild rub. 

“I love hearing you say please.” I whisper into her ear. Letting up on her clit is something I don’t wish to do, so I don’t. Minutes of that go by, with me continuing to suck on her neck. Gina will most likely have a hickey for days. Good. It mean I’ve left a mark on her. My mark on her. Eventually, Gina’s legs begin to shake. Then she begs again, her moans unrelenting. 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease-” She only silences for moment when I plunge my hardness into her, holding her legs apart so I can slide in. I cover her mouth with the arm she’s laying on, stifling her cry as she orgasms. Her entire lower half vibrates in such a satisfying way. I draw it out with my slow thrusts inside her, giving her a break after they subside. When she starts trying to speak though my arm, I restart, which leaves Gina boneless beneath me. 

“I love you.” Kissing her ear like this I’ve found gets her off very hard, and makes it very easy to whisper sweet nothings to her. Except this isn’t nothing. It’s everything. “I love you so much.”

—

*4 months later

“I need to pee. Back in a sec.” Gina gets up from the booth, leaving alone for a moment. I immediately miss her warmth on my arm. I tear my attention from her ass bouncing as she walks away to one of the bar’s tvs. A basketball game is on, first of the season. I haven’t even had the time to check in on the season, we’ve been too busy with the move. Then, a flash of platinum blonde catches my eye. 

“Hello Chris. Do you remember me?” The weird blonde from months ago is back. She kissed me, even when I made it clear I didn’t want to sleep with her. How did she remember me?

“I never forget a face. I’m much worse with names, but you never told me yours.” I eye her with a friendly dose of suspicion.

“Can I sit?” The stunning woman asks. I shake my head. Not a chance.

“I’m with my girlfriend.” 

“Does she happen to be named Gina?” The question takes me aback. This woman remembered our entire interaction. My name. My complaints about Gina, when she was my boss and not my girlfriend. Granted that was all there was to remember, but still.

“You remember that?” I think back to what this woman said to me as well. She kissed me, then told me I would get my break soon. “Did you do something to me?” I got with Gina the next day. It was like I was irresistible to her. I still am. 

“Did you get your break?” She asks. 

“How?” 

“Don’t worry about it.”

“She… did love me already right? This isn’t like a fabrication right? Or a dream?” Just thinking about all the possibilities has me losing it. Many movies or shows had a catch or something downright creepy involved.

“Yes, she loved you. I just sped up the inevitable.” 

“You can do that?”

“Don’t worry about it.” The woman looked around the edge of the booth. Gina would be back soon. “Are you two happy?”

“Yes. I suppose I should thank you.” Thanks was the least I could do. Gina was my whole life now. We were everything. 

“Don’t thank me Chris. Just hold onto her.”

“With my life.” The strange woman leaves as I speak, looking around the bar for more people. She must be mine and a lot of other people’s guardian angel. Or guardian devil. Whatever one lets me keep Gina close.

“Who was that?” Gina asks as she sits back down. She inserts herself into the nook on my side. 

“A weird person I met a few months ago.”

“Anybody I would know?”

“Nope.”