Hiding the Heirs from My Boss

TWO HUNDRED

"Ah!" I lost count of how many moans escaped my throat every time he hit the mark with each thrust.

"f**k! So tight!" Even the grit of his curses sounded like music to my ears. I was incredibly drunk.

His pace quickened. My chest, jolting with his rhythm, began to ache, but the pleasure only intensified. Our voices grew louder, echoing in the room. He draped one of my legs over his arm, moving deeper and more forcefully until he finally reached his peak, filling me with his warmth.

He collapsed beside me, panting. I stared at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. It felt amazing, though I felt a slight, sharp sting from the friction.

Despite the dizzying haze of the alcohol, I forced myself up to clean off the sticky sensation. I wanted to feel fresh before I slept. But as I stepped into the bathroom, the shower head suddenly sprayed to life. I leaned against the tiles, letting the warm water cascade over my skin; it helped soothe the ache in my muscles. I closed my eyes, resting my forehead against the wall.

My body felt heavy. I just wanted to sleep and deal with my flirtatious cousin tomorrow.

"Ah!" I gasped as I felt something hard press against my back. Still? Does he really want more? His hands gripped my hips firmly. I turned to look at him, and he met me with a searing kiss. One hand traveled slowly from my abdomen up to my chest.

My body was still tingling from before, yet here he was, ready for another round. I moaned as he teased my n*****s, his other hand moving lower to find my center again. A fresh wave of pleasure spread through me. Dizzy and weak-kneed, I clung to the wall for support.

"Ah!" He slid a finger inside me. With the water running, everything felt slick and electric. He continued to tease my chest while his hand worked below, and I felt myself nearing the edge again. My body was restless, my lips sore from biting them to keep from screaming.

"Oh! s**t! It feels so good!"

I could hardly recognize myself. I was consumed by a raw, carnal desire I never knew I possessed.

"Oh! Yes! The—" My moan was cut short when he suddenly withdrew. He let go of me and stepped back.

"Why did you stop?" I complained, breathless.

He chuckled and turned me around to face him. He pulled me into a deep, devouring kiss, muffling my protests. His lips descended to my neck, his touch much more aggressive than before. He moved down to my breasts, and though I felt a sharp twinge, I craved the sensation.

Then, he knelt in front of me. He looked up at me for a moment before caressing me. I bit my lip, watching him. When he began to use his tongue, a loud moan escaped me.

"Ah!" The lust was overwhelming. I had been with Roger for years and never felt turned on like this. I always thought it was because I was conservative. But where was that conservative woman now? Gone. One night of indulgence and I was completely undone, standing in a shower, pleading for more.

"Oh, s**t! That feels so good," I moaned, arching my hips toward him. All my shame had vanished; I didn't care what he saw.

With his expert touch, he brought me to another climax. He stood up, and I immediately embraced him, our wet bodies melding together. He lifted one of my legs, pinning me against the wall as he thrust. I hadn't expected a standing position to be so pleasurable.

We tried several more positions until we were both completely spent. I was so exhausted that the moment he laid me on the bed, I fell into a deep sleep.

***

"s**t!" I cursed the next morning.

I remembered everything. I was drunk, yes, but I didn't have amnesia. I was fully aware of what I had done. The alcohol had made me bold, reckless. A different version of myself entirely. The virginity I had guarded for years was gone, surrendered to a stranger.

Speaking of the stranger, he was sleeping soundly beside me, his strong arm draped over my waist. s**t, he really is handsome. Even more handsome than Roger.

I sighed quietly, careful not to wake him. Now that the alcohol had worn off, my shame had returned in full force. I needed to leave before he woke up. I winced as I stood. My body was incredibly sore, and I felt a sharp sting between my legs.

You wanted that, remember? Don't complain now, I scolded myself.

I pulled on my clothes and picked up my shoes to carry them. I was about to bolt when I remembered the bill. I didn't know the rate, but he had mentioned a discount card. I checked my wallet and found I only had seven hundred left—a five hundred and a two hundred. I took the two hundred and placed it on the table next to his clothes.

Then, a silly, impulsive idea struck me. I sat down and scrawled a note on a piece of tissue paper:

"Thank you for the steamy night. I enjoyed it. I hope our paths never cross again."

I applied a fresh coat of lipstick and pressed a kiss onto the tissue. So flirty!

He stirred in his sleep, and I panicked. Despite the pain and the soreness, I hurried out of the room and didn't look back.