and a gray Henley that hugged his massive muscular frame in all the right places. The sleeves were pulled up exposing the veins in his forearms. Veins I wanted to run my tongue along. His dark brown hair was combed back and his beard made me instantly wet just imagining what it would feel like between my thighs. He was drop dead gorgeous to say the least, and my new boss. I was so screwed.
At first, I thought the dreams were just a fluke. Lots of people have crazy dreams about their bosses, especially ones that are as attractive as mine. I thought after a while they would subside, but they just kept coming and growing more and more intense the more I got to know Jason. Underneath the cockiness laid a really sweet playful guy. Once we moved past the initial awkward phase, we quickly became more like friends than employee and boss. Even his family welcomed me in as a part of their own. Which was nice since I live so far away from my parents and my younger sister.
But as much as he has become more to me in my life, Jason is still my boss and nothing more can happen between us. I love my job too much to ruin it for a night of hot amazing sex.
I climb out of bed and walk into my bathroom to take a shower and to let my massaging shower head finish off what my dirty mind had started. It’s going to be a long day stuck on a plane with my sex god of a boss and I need a little release now if I'm going to survive.
Two hours later I pull up to Jason's apartment building in Beverly Hills. He keeps this place for when he has to be in LA. It’s a beautiful penthouse apartment, but I love his house in Boston even more. It’s more him. Jason loves being outdoors away from the noises of the world, so he made his house feel like a cabin in the woods. With a big cozy fireplace and massive floor to ceiling windows perfect for cuddling up on the couch watching the snow fall. I would kill to live in that house.
I leave my car with the valet then head inside armed with three cups of very strong coffee and Jason's morning egg white omelet. Jason had stayed late after the premier of his friend Tom’s latest movie, partying with some blonde groupie. So I know the moment I walk in I’ll have to do a little skank removal. Jason broke up with his latest girlfriend, Bridget about six months ago, and was going through a pallet cleansing if you will. She was another spray tanned, fake titted bitch that was just using Jason because of his celebrity status. So I’m trying to cut him some slack for banging half the young actress wannabes in LA. Jason’s reputation for his on and off again relationships are all too well known around Hollywood. He’s such a sweet, kind-hearted guy on the inside, I don’t see why he has to be such a manwhore.
I tiptoe into Jason’s room. The air is thick with sex and whiskey. Jason is passed out face down on his bed and the groupie ho-bag is passed out next to him, the sheet barely covering her obviously fake double D’s. I walk over to the skank’s side of the bed and give her a quick once over. I’m sure in Jason’s drunken haze she looked like a ten, but in the light of day her bottle job blonde hair is a tangled mess and the makeup that’s sliding down her face makes her look like a janky two, and that is me being generous.
Leaning over her I pinch her nose shut between my fingers. She jolts awake with a snort.
“What the hell?” she gasps. Her eyes beginning to focus on me. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m your fairy skank godmother, and I’m here to tell you that it’s past midnight. Your prince has turned back into a frog and your golden chariot has turned into a pumpkin.” I flash her a gleaming smile.
“What are you even saying right now?” she slurs and I can tell the dumb bitch is still drunk from the night before.
“What I'm saying is, it’s time to hit the bricks and start your walk of shame right on out of here, Princess. Check out time was twenty minutes ago. So
At first, I thought the dreams were just a fluke. Lots of people have crazy dreams about their bosses, especially ones that are as attractive as mine. I thought after a while they would subside, but they just kept coming and growing more and more intense the more I got to know Jason. Underneath the cockiness laid a really sweet playful guy. Once we moved past the initial awkward phase, we quickly became more like friends than employee and boss. Even his family welcomed me in as a part of their own. Which was nice since I live so far away from my parents and my younger sister.
But as much as he has become more to me in my life, Jason is still my boss and nothing more can happen between us. I love my job too much to ruin it for a night of hot amazing sex.
I climb out of bed and walk into my bathroom to take a shower and to let my massaging shower head finish off what my dirty mind had started. It’s going to be a long day stuck on a plane with my sex god of a boss and I need a little release now if I'm going to survive.
Two hours later I pull up to Jason's apartment building in Beverly Hills. He keeps this place for when he has to be in LA. It’s a beautiful penthouse apartment, but I love his house in Boston even more. It’s more him. Jason loves being outdoors away from the noises of the world, so he made his house feel like a cabin in the woods. With a big cozy fireplace and massive floor to ceiling windows perfect for cuddling up on the couch watching the snow fall. I would kill to live in that house.
I leave my car with the valet then head inside armed with three cups of very strong coffee and Jason's morning egg white omelet. Jason had stayed late after the premier of his friend Tom’s latest movie, partying with some blonde groupie. So I know the moment I walk in I’ll have to do a little skank removal. Jason broke up with his latest girlfriend, Bridget about six months ago, and was going through a pallet cleansing if you will. She was another spray tanned, fake titted bitch that was just using Jason because of his celebrity status. So I’m trying to cut him some slack for banging half the young actress wannabes in LA. Jason’s reputation for his on and off again relationships are all too well known around Hollywood. He’s such a sweet, kind-hearted guy on the inside, I don’t see why he has to be such a manwhore.
I tiptoe into Jason’s room. The air is thick with sex and whiskey. Jason is passed out face down on his bed and the groupie ho-bag is passed out next to him, the sheet barely covering her obviously fake double D’s. I walk over to the skank’s side of the bed and give her a quick once over. I’m sure in Jason’s drunken haze she looked like a ten, but in the light of day her bottle job blonde hair is a tangled mess and the makeup that’s sliding down her face makes her look like a janky two, and that is me being generous.
Leaning over her I pinch her nose shut between my fingers. She jolts awake with a snort.
“What the hell?” she gasps. Her eyes beginning to focus on me. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m your fairy skank godmother, and I’m here to tell you that it’s past midnight. Your prince has turned back into a frog and your golden chariot has turned into a pumpkin.” I flash her a gleaming smile.
“What are you even saying right now?” she slurs and I can tell the dumb bitch is still drunk from the night before.
“What I'm saying is, it’s time to hit the bricks and start your walk of shame right on out of here, Princess. Check out time was twenty minutes ago. So
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