Dating the boss

“Darling, will you do me a favor and clear my schedule for next week? I have to fly to Milan and meet up with some investors last minute so I need you to cancel whatever I have going on.”"Marcus told you as he adjusted his tie in the elevator. You’d had the biggest crush on your boss ever since you started working for him and every day you had to pull yourself together when you were around him. He was exactly your type, tall, muscular, charming, and of course the most handsome man you’d ever seen. The only problem was he was literally your BOSS and one of the most wealthy, famous men in the business world."”Oh, and clear your schedule as well, you’re coming with me. Sorry if you had anything planned, dear. I need my assistant with me. I promise I’ll make it up to you though, when I’m not in meetings and working back at the hotel I promise you can explore Italy as much as you’d like without having to keep track of my schedule.”

"Hmm, I like the sound of that," Marcus said with a smirk, his eyes raking over your petite form. "But I have to admit, I'm not one for strict professionalism all the time. How about when we're in Milan, we let our hair down a bit, hm?" He winked at you suggestively, making it clear he was talking about more than just work-related relaxation. "I think we deserve a little fun after all the hard work we've been putting in."

Marcus let out a low chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement and desire. "Oh, I can show you the hidden pleasures of Italy, darling. But first, let's get this work trip over with so we can really indulge." He stepped closer to you, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

"You know, you really are incredible at your job. I don't know how I would manage without you," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And I have to admit, I've been thinking about you more than usual lately. It's not very professional of me, but I can't help it." His gaze intensified, making your heart race.

"I'm just saying, when we're in Milan, maybe we could explore some of those "hidden pleasures" together," he continued, his tone leaving

little doubt about what kind of pleasures he was referring to. "I'm sure we could find some way to pass the time when we're not in meetings, if you catch my drift."

He leaned closer, his lips mere inches from your ear. "What do you say, Laney? Are you up for a little fun with your boss?" His warm breath sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself nodding eagerly. "Yes, Mr. Steele, I think I would very much enjoy exploring Milan's hidden pleasures with you," you replied breathlessly.

Marcus grinned, his hand moving to rest lightly on your waist. "Excellent," he murmured, before turning and strolling out of the elevator with a brisk stride. You followed him, feeling a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation at the thought of spending time alone with your dangerously attractive boss.

As the flight progressed, Marcus occasionally checked in on you, making sure you were doing alright and teasing you with a suggestive grin. His presence made you feel both excited and nervous at the same time, but you managed to keep your composure and stay professional.

When the plane landed in Milan, the car service picked you both up at the airport and took you to the hotel. It was a luxurious, five-star establishment with all the amenities you could have ever hoped for. Marcus had reserved the finest suite for the two of you to share and you couldn't believe just how decadent it was.

The room was bigger than your entire apartment, with a king-sized bed adorned with silky sheets and fluffy pillows. It had a large flat-screen TV, a fully stocked mini-bar, and a view that overlooked the city. You felt like a princess in a fairy tale.

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Darling, I hope you like the suite," Marcus said, placing his arm around your waist. "I spared no expense because I wanted everything to be perfect for our stay here in Milan."

You smiled back at him, feeling grateful and a little overwhelmed by his generosity. "It's amazing, Mr. Steele. Thank you so much."

He chuckled softly and ran a hand through his hair. "Please, call me Marcus. How many times do I have to tell you that we're not at work anymore?" he teased.

You blushed at his words, feeling a little embarrassed, but also a little excited at the thought of being on more casual terms with him. "Okay, Marcus. Thank you again," you replied, smiling up at him.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Now, why don't we start off our

little adventure in style, hmm?" he suggested, his eyes flickering with desire as he traced his finger along the curve of your jaw. "I made reservations for us at a fancy restaurant downtown. We'll have dinner, enjoy the city lights, and then see where the night takes us."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness all at once. "That sounds wonderful, Marcus," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He grinned in response, his fingers tightening slightly around your waist. "Great. Now go freshen up and put on something nice. I'll be waiting for you downstairs in twenty minutes."

With that, he released you from his grasp and backed away, giving you a playful wink before exiting the suite. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you watched him go

, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your stomach. You quickly freshened up, taking a quick shower and getting dressed in your nicest dress. It was simple but elegant, a black cocktail-length dress with a fitted bodice and flowing skirt that accentuated your curves perfectly.

When you met Marcus in the lobby, he couldn't help but stare at you in admiration. "Wow, you look absolutely stunning," he said, his eyes drinking in the sight of you.

You blushed at his compliment, feeling a little shy under his intense gaze. "Thank you, Marcus," you replied, feeling a surge of confidence at his words.

Together, you made your way to the restaurant and were seated at a candle-lit table by the window. The atmosphere was romantic, with soft music playing in the background and the sounds of bustling streets floating up from below.

Over dinner

, Marcus and you engaged in easy conversation, talking about your interests, hobbies, and plans for the future. As the night progressed, the conversation turned more intimate and flirtatious, with Marcus complimenting your beauty and telling you how much he enjoyed spending time with you.

You felt a knot of desire form in your stomach as his words washed over you, feeling a sense of longing and need that you couldn't ignore. You wanted him, desperately, but you knew that crossing that line would be dangerous and forbidden. He was your boss, after all, and you didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize your job or your relationship with him.

But when Marcus leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, and whispered, "I want you, darling. I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself," you felt your resolve begin to

crumble. The intensity in his voice sent shivers down your spine, and you felt yourself getting wetter with each passing moment. It was clear that Marcus felt the same way you did, that the attraction between you two was mutual, and that made everything more intense and irresistible.

You looked into his deep blue eyes and saw that he was serious, that he really meant what he said. "Marcus, I..." you started, but he didn't let you finish.

"Shh, darling. Don't say anything. Just let me show you," he said, his voice low and seductive as he took your hand and led you out of the restaurant.

As you walked through the streets of Milan, hand in hand, you could feel your heart racing with excitement and anticipation. You didn't know where Marcus was taking you, but you didn't care. All

that mattered was the feeling of his strong hand wrapped around yours, and the electricity that pulsed between you.

Finally, Marcus led you down a secluded alleyway and pushed you up against the wall, pinning you in place with his strong arms. He gazed into your eyes, his own dark with desire, and leaned in to claim your lips in a fierce kiss.

At first, you were hesitant to respond, surprised by the suddenness of his actions and the intensity of his passion. But then something inside you snapped and you found yourself kissing him back with equal ferocity, your hands wandering over his muscular chest and gripping his shoulders tightly.

His tongue slipped between your lips, exploring your mouth with an urgency that left you breathless. You moaned softly into the kiss, unable to resist the pull of his body as he pressed against you with a hunger that matched

your own.

As you kissed, Marcus reached down to grasp your hips, pulling your body tightly against his. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, and it only served to heighten your desire. Slowly, he slid a hand up your thigh, caressing your skin through the fabric of your dress.

You gasped at the sensation, feeling a rush of arousal flood through you. The sound seemed to spur Marcus on, and he continued to explore your body with his hands, trailing them over your curves and eliciting soft moans of pleasure from you.

Finally, he pulled away from the kiss, brushing his lips lightly against yours before leaning back to look into your eyes. You could see the raw desire burning in his gaze, and you knew that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

Without a word, he took your hand again

and led you down the alleyway, finally stopping at a small hotel tucked away in a quiet corner of the city.

As the door to the room closed behind you, Marcus didn't waste any time. He pulled you close and kissed you again, his hands roaming over your body as he began to undress you.

You were tingling with desire as he moved on to remove his own clothes. When he was finally naked, you took a moment to admire his sculpted body, the hard planes of his torso and the thick muscles of his arms and legs.

He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you once more. His hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding your most sensitive spot. You let out a gasp, the pleasure coursing through you almost overwhelming.

Marcus lifted you easily, carrying you to the bed where he lay back and pulled you on top

of him, his hands on your ass. You straddled him, feeling his hard cock pressing up against your wet core.

He leaned forward to kiss you, his lips meeting yours in a passionate embrace as he thrust his hips upward, making you moan with pleasure. His hands went to your breasts, kneading them gently as you began to move back and forth, grinding yourself against him in a rhythm that made you both dizzy with desire.

With each thrust, the tension within you grew, the pleasure building until you felt like you were on the verge of exploding. And then, with a final, deep thrust, you came, crying out as you clung to Marcus for support.

As your orgasm subsided, he rolled you over, positioning himself between your legs. He pushed into you, his cock stretching you in ways you never knew were possible. You wrapped

your legs around his waist, urging him on as he began to thrust in and out of you.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed in the small room, punctuated by your cries of pleasure and his low grunts of exertion. You were lost in the moment, consumed by the passion that flowed between you.

And then, with one final, hard thrust, Marcus came, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside of you. You held him close as he lay on top of you, your hands running through his hair as you both gasped for breath.

As your pulse began to slow and your breathing normalized, Marcus rolled over to lie beside you, pulling you into his strong arms. You rested your head on his chest, feeling his heart beating in time with your own.

"I don't know what just happened," you whispered, feeling

a little overwhelmed.

Marcus chuckled, his hand stroking your hair gently. "It's okay, babe," he murmured. "Sometimes the most amazing things happen when we least expect them."

You sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to him. For a while, you lay there in silence, enjoying the warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

Finally, he spoke. "I know I'm your boss, and this was probably a really bad idea, but I can't help feeling like we have something special between us. I don't want to let that go just because of some silly rule about not dating your employees."

You hesitated for a moment before answering, unsure of how to respond. But then you looked up into his eyes and saw the sincerity in them, and you knew that you felt the same way.

"I don't want to

let it go either," you admitted, biting your lip nervously.

Marcus smiled down at you, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "So what do we do now?"

You thought for a moment before replying. "Let's just take it one day at a time," you suggested. "We can keep it quiet and see how things progress. And if it becomes too complicated, we can always end things amicably."

Marcus nodded, pulling you closer to him. "Sounds like a plan," he murmured. "But for now, let's just enjoy this moment, okay?"

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. As you snuggled closer to Marcus, you couldn't help but feel grateful that you had taken a chance on him. And who knows? Maybe this crazy thing between you would turn out to be the best decision