5 comments/ 23325 views/ 5 favorites Beauty and the Boss By: AlyssaLane Layla was in her last semester of college and working hard at getting done with her business degree. She knew she had to pick an office to do her internship but was becoming increasingly lazy at the prospects of actually scouting offices. Since her husband left three months prior for a job 1,000 miles away in New Jersey, Layla was increasing lonely and increasingly horny. She has managed to stay faithful to her husband but was definitely wearing out batteries quickly on her vibrator. Layla pulled the list of possible offices to work at. She called one and went for an interview. She made sure her skin was perfectly bronzed and smooth. Her shoulder length auburn hair hung losely on her back and smelled of flowers. She tinted her lips pink with sticky lip gloss for a barely sexy feel and went to meet the owner. Mr. Price seemed nice. He was a good family man with a successful business. It was exactly the kind of experience Layla wanted. It was a far drive from her apartment, but she knew she would make the best of the time she had to spend there. On her first day in the office, she was training with the front desk assistant, Tami. Tami was kind but a bit rough around the edges. Layla chalked this up to shyness and learned what she could about the printing business. She wasn't interested in printing, but had learned that Mr. Price owned four offices. Layla was hungry for success. Mr. Price could teach her how to get there. As Layla was walking down the long corridor to her office, she ran into a man she had not met before. He was tall. Very tall. And handsome. When she looked up to meet his eyes, she couldn't help but stare at his beauty. Layla quickly darted a half smile at this tall muscular man and attempted to walk by him, but he stopped and introduced himself to her. "Hi, I'm Mr. Carrick. I'm Mr. Price's business partner." Layla stammered a quick "hello" and "nice to meet you." She automatically felt her temperature rise and began to feel her panties become wet with desire. Layla was stunned. She didn't know Mr. Price co-owned the company. She was even more stunned at his beauty. Mr. Carrick was olive complected with piercing green eyes and had a smile that could melt an iceberg. All that afternoon, Layla caught herself day dreaming about Mr. Carrick's uncharacteristic beauty and how she immediately knew what she would masturbate to that night. Over the next few days, Layla primped herself more than anyone should for work. She wore makeup that she would only wear when she was going out for a night on the town. Layla wanted to get fucked and hard by Mr. Carrick. Each morning she went to work, she was disappointed to see Mr. Carrick not around. She casually asked Tami what Mr. Carrick did for the business acting as if she was interested in his job, but really she was taking mental notes on his whereabouts. Tami relayed that Mr. Carrick was the brains behind the operation. He played the numbers game for the offices and rarely showed up. He worked in one of the other offices most of the days but would come to their office once a week for a meeting. Layla was saddened by his lack of appearances, but knew that once a week would be better than not seeing his beautiful face at all. Before leaving the office that evening, Tami stopped Layla and told her that they were having an office party at the end of the week to celebrate meeting their quarterly stats. Layla agreed to join assuming that Mr. Carrick would be there. When Friday rolled around, Layla wore a skin tight grey pencil skirt and a white button down blouse that perfectly accented her large breasts. She had amazingly toned legs from years of running and put them on display with a pair of black four inch pumps. Layla was hoping to make an impression on Mr. Carrick. After business hours ended, Tami locked the doors and turned up the dance music. Wine and beer were flowing freely and everyone was in attendance from all the offices, including Mr. Carrick. Layla quickly decided that she would start a casual conversation with him to see if she could find out anything at all about him, especially his availability. After a couple of drinks, Layla conjured up the courage to talk to Mr. Carrick. He was devastatingly easy to talk to. He was brilliant and handsome. Layla had to have him! She had to pinch herself over and over again to stop day dreaming about throwing him on the floor and ripping off his clothes. She imagined he had a huge cock to fit his large frame. It was all she could hope for. As the minutes and conversation passed, Mr. Carrick mentioned that he had a few kids at home. With this, Layla assumed he was married and decided to back off. Layla wasn't happy in her own marriage, but wouldn't put anyone else's marriage in jeopardy. When the party was winding down, Mr. Carrick asked Layla to help him wash some of the glasses in the break room. She quickly agreed. Any moment alone with him would add to her fantasies later on that night. As she washed a wine glass in the sink, Mr. Carrick sidled up close to her side. He leaned over and gently smelled Layla's hair. She froze. She felt her body stiffen with desire and her hands tighten around the wine glass. Having him that close to her was more than she could have wished for. Mr. Carrick said, "You smell amazing, Layla." Layla replied, "Thank you Mr. Carrick," very demurely like a school girl. "Call me James. I insist." A smile crept up on Layla's pouty lips and she said, "of course, James." James laid his hand on the small of her back and gently caressed her making his way towards her tight round ass. She nearly melted in the palm of his hand. Layla took this opportunity to completely abandon her wiles. She turned towards him and said, "I usually don't let men touch me like that. Especially if they don't have my phone number." James quickly responded "well, I guess you should give me your number now then" with a sexy smile that she couldn't resist. They exchanged phone numbers and left for the evening. Layla couldn't sleep that night. She got her vibrator from her closet and used it to bring herself to climax four times before being completely spent. The next morning, Layla was busy doing regular Saturday morning chores of laundry and grocery shopping. As she was settling in her bed with a book after all her chores were done, she received a text from James. He was going to go over expense reports and wondered if she would be interested in learning how to do them. Layla pounced on the opportunity to have James to herself for an afternoon. She quickly took a shower and sprayed herself with vanilla perfume. It turned her on to smell sweet like vanilla. She hoped it would work on James too. When she arrived at the office, James was sitting at his desk. He gave her a sexy smile and asked her how her weekend was going so far. "It's been good, but I have a feeling it's about to get much better." James smiled and nodded. He patted his lap and beckoned her to sit on his muscular thigh. Layla strode to him and sat on his lap. She could feel his massive erection beneath his khaki pants and began to feel the wetness build up in her black silk panties. Layla wrapped her arms around James' neck and lowered her lips to his. In an instant, James and Layla passionately kissed for what seemed like hours but was likely only a minute. James swirled his tongue around her mouth and licked her lips. He began to bite her lower lip. Layla couldn't help but moan with pleasure. James slid his hands from her waist to her breasts. Her full mounds were ready to be fondled and her nipples were as hard as granite. James gently caressed Layla's breasts. She moaned even louder. Layla moved her mouth to his neck and began to lick him and kiss him ravenously. James again wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up and placed her firm ass on his desk. He lowered himself onto her and began to grind his massive cock against her very wet pussy. Layla was ready to be fucked but James wanted to play first. He slowly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her body. He knelt down on the floor and placed his mouth on the inside of her thighs. He slowly licked and kissed his way towards her pussy. She could feel the wetness drip outside of her. James made his way to her panties and pulled them aside with his teeth. Gently, he slid his fingers up and down her slit as he flicked her swollen clit with his tongue. Layla moaned and writhed on the desk. She was going to come and it was going to be strong. James increased the depth of his licking and Layla approached orgasm. In an instant, her moaning got louder and Layla clamped on his head with her thighs and she went into a fit of orgasmic glory. As her body jerked about, James pulled away from her and watched as she grabbed at her breasts and attempted to get her breathing under control. Every muscle in her body was completely relaxed. It had been a long time since she felt that good with a man. James was a dream come true. After a minute, Layla smiled her usual crooked smile and sat up. James was touching his huge cock and was gearing up for round two. But this time, Layla wanted to play. She undressed him first exposing his amazing rock hard chest and then slid his pants off to reveal a huge and very ready cock. She pushed him against the wall and slid her tongue down his washboard stomach. She made her way to his cock and gently stroked it with her hands and teased him by flicking the tip of his cock with her tongue. James couldn't take it any longer. He put his hand on the back of her head and thrust his cock into her mouth, fucking her face. Layla loved being dominated. She let him fuck her face until he was close to coming. Layla didn't want his orgasm to end that way. She needed him inside her throbbing pussy. Layla pulled her mouth away from James and said "I need you in me, James. I've needed you in me from the moment I met you." James smiled and helped her to her feet. He said, "Layla, I had to have your pussy from the day we met." James and Layla held each other for a moment, his throbbing cock resting between them. James sat on the floor and asked Layla to sit on his cock. She quickly obliged. Layla slowly lowered herself onto James' massive cock. She had never been with a man with such a huge cock. It hurt at first, but she hoped to get used to it soon. James said, "Wrap your legs around me." Layla, still with his dick inside her wet pussy, wrapped her legs around James' sculpted waist. At that moment, James began to slowly raise and lower Layla on his cock. Her breathing was heavy and hot. She had never felt pleasure this amazing in her life and she didn't want it to end. Layla buried her face in his sweet smelling neck, but he said, "Look at me. Look in my eyes." Layla turned to look into her lovers eyes. They were pristine and beautiful. If she had never believed in romance before, she sure believed in it at that moment. Layla fell deep into James' eyes and enjoyed every second of their sex. Layla looked at James and pleaded "get rough with me!" James' eyes lit up like Christmas! He scooped her up and roughly placed her on the floor and began to pound her pussy like it had never been pounded before. Her breasts bounced and her nipples ached. James took her breasts in his mouth and sucked on them as he laid into her pussy over and over again. Layla screamed and moaned with pleasure as she orgasmed again. James looked deeply into her eyes and with one very deep final thrust, James came in her tight pussy. His body shuddered with ecstasy. Sweat dripped from his brow and Layla gently wiped it away with her trembling finger tips. They laid on the floor holding each other for many quiet moments. Their breathing still heavy, Layla said "It's been a pleasure working with you Mr. Carrick." James replied with a half smile, "Layla, the pleasure has been all mine." And with that, they kissed. Beauty and the Boss Ch. 02 It had been three weeks since Layla and James shared their first erotic moments together. Layla had lost many hours of sleep lately. James constantly ran through her mind. His piercing eyes and intoxicating musky smell lingered on Layla's mind constantly. She fell asleep thinking about him, dreamt about him, and woke up wishing he was cozied up next to her. James was making more frequent appearances at the office where Layla worked. He would use seemingly pointless excuses to stop by, even if it was only for a moment. James and Layla always stood a little too close to each other. They would intentionally brush up against each other in the hall and Layla would lean over his shoulder while he was reading an important document. She would rest her large voluptuous breasts on his back when she gently leaned forward. Her silky brown hair brushed along his cheek and he would move ever so gently towards her to smell the floral scent of her locks. Layla was becoming impatient. James was indeed married and they had agreed to not contact each other until it was safe to do so. The last thing James wanted was to get caught cheating. He enjoyed making love to Layla but would absolutely hate the misery of being found out. James had not initiated a rendevous since that first afternoon of bliss. Layla had had enough of the waiting. She needed James, and she needed him now. That evening, Mr. Price, Layla and James attended a trade show. Layla was determined to approach James with a proposition. Layla used the loud atmosphere to mask her conversation with James. She leaned into him and whispered in his ear. "James, I miss your body." "And I miss yours baby." "We need to get together" Layla said with determination and an ounce of pleading in her voice. "I know, Layla. You know it's hard for me to steal away for a couple of hours without my whereabouts being questioned." Mildly disappointed and feeling slightly rejected, Layla huffed and said, "I know. But I could really use some stress relief. I'm taking a big midterm in two days." Layla was being playful and shot James her perfectly crooked smile. He couldn't resist her. "Ahhhh, so you need some stress relief? I'll see what I can do," said James. Layla could see the wheels turning in his head. She planted the right seeds. The rest of the evening was eventless. They all parted separate ways. Layla was happy to be headed home. She needed lots of sleep and tomorrow was her day off. The next morning, Layla was awoken by her cell phone vibrating. She wanted to ignore it. She wanted to just roll back over and fall asleep and hope to dream of James once more before she got out of bed. Against her own wishes though, she retched over to her nightstand and through bleary eyes read the awaiting text message: "I've got some free time this morning. Any thoughts?" It was from James! Layla was ecstatic! She replied nonchalantly with, "Yeah, I'm free. Where? When?" James replied, "Drive towards the office. I'll send you an address and a room number." Layla was mildly surprised that James was getting a hotel room for them. She had hoped that she would get to lay in a bed with him instead of lay on the hard uncomfortable floor of his office. Layla hopped in the shower as fast as she could and did a pretty bang up job of her makeup. She put on a comfortable pair of jeans, a grey fitted tank top that perfectly accented her flat stomach and large breasts, and the sexiest pair of black heels she could find. She didn't want to keep James waiting at all. She tried to drive the speed limit but kept driving faster than she should. Half way through her drive, James sent her a text with the hotel address and the room number. It was at that moment, that her wishes had been granted. Layla parked her car behind the hotel. She walked around to the entrance and shot a smile at the front desk clerk. Layla spoke first. "Room 212?" The clerk smiled as if she knew what was about to happen and waved her hand in the general direction of room 212. The walk towards room 212 felt long, but Layla knew the anticipation was dragging time for her. She counted up the room numbers until she finally reached 212. The door was cracked open, so she walked in and locked the door behind her. The narrow hallway that led towards the bedroom suite was darkly lit. Layla hastened around the corner where she found James sitting in an over sized brown leather recliner. He had his feet propped up and he was watching the History channel. Layla looked at James, then at the TV, then back at James. She waved her hand and gave him a casual hello. As with last time, James patted his lap and beckoned Layla to sit with him. She slowly walked over to him. Seizing the opportunity of his already reclined position, Layla laid on top of James. Their eyes locked and then their lips locked. Layla cradled her arms around James' neck and held him tight. James pushed his tongue into her mouth and licked her ferociously. He nibbled on her bottom lip. This made Layla let out a carnal growl. James caressed the small of her back and moved his hands down her round tight ass. Layla began to grind her very wet pussy over his growing erection. James followed Layla's movement. Their bodies formed a beautiful ebb and flow of seductive movement. James' moaning began when Layla slid her hand down the front of his pants. James wanted to take control of the situation so with one fell swoop, Layla was up in the air and tossed gently on the bed, landing on her back. James followed and threw himself on top of her. Their wet kisses lasted for a while. They loved to kiss each other. It was like grade school all over again and they savored every moment. It didn't take long for their clothes to fall completely off their bodies. Layla wasn't even sure how her shirt came off, but she didn't stop to think about the logistics. All that mattered was that she was with James and she was utterly naked. James removed his last article of clothing; a pair of navy boxer briefs. Once these were tossed aside, Layla was able to bask in the glory that was his enormous cock. James roughly pushed Layla's legs apart. He squarely fit his hips against hers and grabbed his cock. James caressed Layla's clit with his head. She loved how good this felt. She was very wet and very ready for him to enter her. James teased her for some time. He would insert his long fingers into her pussy and rub her clit. He worked her up to the point where her body was thrashing about the bed. Layla began to thrust her hips hard into James' fingers. He took this as his cue to finger fuck her hard and fast. Layla felt the wave of an impending orgasm wash over her entire body. In an instant, every muscle clenched in exquisite pleasure. Layla's body fell still and the only movement came from her trembling lips. Quiet sighs of satisfaction parted with her lips. James sat next to her and enjoyed every moment of her orgasm. He placed a gentle hand on her thigh and lightly squeezed. This brought Layla out of her orgasmic trance. At once, Layla wanted to please James just as he pleased her. Layla sat up, her perfect breasts glistening in the dim light. She crawled her way over to James and touched his bare rock hard chest. She pushed him onto the bed and mounted him. Layla stroked his hard cock before placing it inside her wet pussy. James closed his eyes and leaned his head back. His breathing was heavy and his grip on Layla's waist tightened. Layla slowly rose up and down on his cock. With each movement, James would push up towards her to get just a little bit deeper. James pulled Layla towards him to kiss her. Layla tried to not break stride, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to fuck him and kiss him at the same time. His tongue flicked and his mouth sucked her lips. He fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples. James wrapped his arms around her body and in a very fluid movement, laid their interlocked bodies on their side. James continued where Layla had left off. He pumped his cock in and out with increasing speed. His hands grabbed at Layla's hair and he pulled so hard her head jerked back. Layla moaned and yelled at him to pull harder. James didn't hesitate to oblige. They fucked like this for many minutes. James' body was ready to come. He had reached a pivotal point and needed to explode inside Layla's warm pussy. Deeper and deeper, James's cock went and with a final thrust, he spilled his hot load in her pussy. A layer of dew glistened over Layla's body in the aftermath of their sex. James ran a single finger up and down her stomach sending chills up her spine. Layla laid their with one hand draped over her forehead and the other wrapped around James' neck. She took these moments to smell his thick locks of brown hair. She loved the way he smelled. They laid there for many moments drifting in and out of a light sleep. Layla woke up first. She listened to her lover's heart beat and pulled him closer. This movement woke James up. He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. Layla could feel a tear come to her eye. She wasn't sure why she got so emotional when James would gently kiss her that way. But she didn't mind it. She gave him her classic crooked smile and quickly thought of something else to get her mind off of her emotions. James returned the tight embrace and patted her on the ass. Layla laughed and said "We should do this more often." James replied, "We should do this every day." Layla nodded and said, "Honey, we do this everyday in my mind." With that, James chuckled and left the bed to take a shower. Layla knew she had to leave alone, so she hastily got dressed and left the hotel room. She left a note on the bed for James that said, "Thanks, Mr. Carrick. You were amazing. xoxox, Layla" She ran down the hall and to her car. She didn't look back, but she could almost feel James' eyes on her as she was leaving. For the rest of that day, Layla was stoked. She went to bed that evening completely satisfied. That night, she wouldn't have to use her vibrator. Beauty and the Boss Ch. 03 The days passed and Layla became used to James' gentle touch and his kind eyes. Their passion was turning into an understanding of mutual satisfaction from something that had been missing in both of their lives for some time. After an evening of drinks with their coworkers, Layla and James managed to lag behind long after their last companion retreated. They slowly sipped their drinks. Layla took in the fruity scent of her wine, while James inhaled the heady musk of bourbon. They sat close to each other intoxicated by each other's presence but wary of their surroundings. James would tell a joke or a funny story and Layla would take that opportunity to give him a smile that reached her eyes and touch him gently on his leg. He would always return her gentleness with his own kindness by caressing her arm. There wasn't often a break in their conversation. They usually talked about work and how much she was learning at her internship. He seemed truly interested in taking her under his wing and guiding her to success. Layla knew this. She appreciated his generosity and friendship. For once, there was a silence between them. Layla gazed deep into James' crystal eyes. She was jerked back to the realization that James had a family to go back home to. Layla let a soft sigh leave her lips. James noticed. "What's on your mind, dear?" James was always genuinely concerned for her thoughts and feelings. Layla pushed her silky hair behind her ear. "You probably should go, baby. I imagine your wife is wondering where you are." "No, I told her I went out with the office for drinks." Layla wasn't expecting his honesty. They had never discussed their relationships with their spouses. Actually, Layla went to lengths to never mention his wife. Occasionally she would ask about his children, but didn't pry too deeply. The more of an emotional connection she made, the harder it would be to walk away from James when that time came. "We should go anyway. It's getting late." James nodded in agreement. They left the bar walking closely to each other. James made it a point for his sport jacket to be in contact with Layla's white silk blouse that perfectly accented her sensuous and sexy curves. "You know, I'd be all over you if we weren't in public." "Oh, well. Then perhaps we should sit in your car. After all, you are parked way over in the corner and there aren't any street lamps over head." Layla winked at James enticing him with her sparkling eyes and devilish scent. James quickened his step. He adored kissing Layla. Her mouth was a perfect heart shape. Her lips were as pink as could be and as soft as pure cotton. They hastily got into James' car and turned on some background music. Layla couldn't quite make out what song was on but bobbed her head to it anyway. James chuckled to himself. Layla was always bobbing to a tune in her head. He loved her musical ways. She was always humming or tapping her fingers to a beat. Her voice was a constant melody in his mind. Her playfulness was just what he needed. "Come here sweetheart. Let me kiss you." Layla leaned over the drive shaft thankful that it was low and out of the way. She rested her head on his shoulder and took in his intoxicating scent. Each breath she took was like drinking in his life. Each breath that they took together, each heart beat, brought them closer to an understanding that they had never known, but were soon to find out. With two fingers under her slender chin, James lifted Layla's full lips towards his. At once, he drew in the breath that she let escape from her mouth. He pressed his firm granite lips against hers and kissed her passionately. Layla felt herself become instantly enticed and excited by his passion. She was getting very wet and wanted to rip her clothes off right there. James traced the curves of her body with his fingertips. He stroked up her spine sending chills up her back further exciting her senses. All the while, their kisses were becoming more ferocious and desperate. Layla, practically on top of James, pressed her undulating breasts against his rock hard chest. Her nipples rose to stiff peaks. James couldn't help but notice the excitement in her body. Her creamy breasts rested below his chin and he wanted to suck and nuzzle them, feel them, caress them, taste them. As easy as lifting a child, James brought Layla's creamy mounds towards his mouth. He took in her smell with a deep and elongated breath. Slowly he licked her skin following the curves of her breasts down into the valley between her large mounds. Her skin tasted like warm honey and he couldn't get enough of her. Gingerly, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse allowing her breasts to breath. Layla's chest was rising and falling rapidly with her excitement. James fondled her and kissed her. He pushed aside her snow white silk bra to expose the granite pink peaks that erupted from her breasts. James took her hard nipple into his mouth and nibbled gently and tugged. Layla let out a moan of pleasure that bordered on pain. Her mind was spinning with satisfaction. James swirled his tongue around her breasts taking in her taste and enjoying the pleasure that he was sure he was imparting on Layla's core. In an almost imperceptible whisper, Layla moaned "I need you, James." "You have me baby. I'm right here." Layla lazily shook her head. "No. I need to taste you." "You don't have to." "But I want to." James was silent. He enjoying when Layla took hold of his cock in her mouth. She was very good at it. Layla was a giver. She made sure he had every ounce of pleasure possible. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to sweety." "But James, I want to. I get just as much pleasure out of it as you do. But just say the word and I won't if you don't want me to." James half smiled. He didn't want to take advantage of Layla. She was a good girl. But she seemed to really want to take the full length of him into her mouth and he wasn't about to deny her that. Slowly they continued to kiss. James unzipped his pants and removed his long cock. He stroked it softly until Layla was ready to take over. Layla found James' hand and in rhythm moved up and down his shaft with his hand. James threw his head back and closed his eyes. Layla moved her mouth towards his neck and kissed the length of his masculine jaw. Her soft tongue outlined the muscles in his neck and traced over the strong pulse beneath the surface of his creamy skin. She took in one last deep breath before plunging towards his massive length that was ready to be sucked. Layla flicked at his head with her tongue making sure to tease him and make him squirm with pleasure. Still stroking his long cock, she swallowed the full length of his being. She took him in, stroke by stroke building his anticipation. He felt the fire build up in his thighs and chest. Layla was increasing her speed coaxing him to come in her mouth. James grabbed at Layla's tight ass and held on to her. Layla decided she was ready to be dominated. She reached with her free hand towards the hand that was fondling her ass. She took his hand and placed in on the back of her head. James was utterly surprised and excited. He let out a guttural groan that came from deep within the very center of his being. James controlled the movement of her head on his cock. He was getting close to feeling immense pleasure. It was almost unbearable. James moaned, "Take it in. Just a little deeper baby." Layla responded by slurping harder and faster on his cock. James was reaching the point where every muscle in his body was rigid with anticipation. His thighs were licked with fire. His chest ached and with a final thrust into her mouth blazing white hot liquid spewed from him and trickled down Layla's throat. She continued to milk every inch of him as his body contracted with the most erotic pleasure he had every felt. Layla slowed down her pace to let James enjoy his orgasm. His breathing was heavy but sounded satisfied. She was satisfied. She enjoyed bringing James to feel whips of lightening and fire within his manhood. His breathing almost back to normal, James lifted her chin and took her face towards his. They kissed again, more lazily than before, but still satisfying. Layla rested herself against his chest. James wrapped his warm comforting arms around her slender frame and held her. "I like you, James. I enjoy spending time with you." "I like you too Layla. You're a wonderful person. And you're smart. I like how you challenge me intellectually when we're at work." Layla gave him her usual crooked smile when she was flattered. She felt herself blush and turned her head so her silky curtain of hair concealed part of her face. "Layla, can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure. What's wrong?" "Well, nothing is wrong. I'm just interested to know, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to. But, I want to know why you are cheating on your husband." Layla's heart skipped a beat. She knew this conversation would eventually come up. She just hoped it wouldn't be for some time. Instead of answering him directly she posed the question back at him. James cocked his head to the side and smiled. "Fine, I'll tell you first, then you can tell me." James started his stories as he started all of his stories. "The long short of it is this...I got sick a few years ago. I was in the hospital for a month. The doctors didn't have much hope for my survival. My family was flying in from everywhere because they didn't think I'd survive whatever mysterious illness I had that they couldn't diagnose. And you know what my wife did? She shopped. She spent my money. She visited me twice while I was there for a full month. There I was, half dead and she was too busy to visit me. It was then I knew it was over. I love her. But I'm not in love with her. I know if we were in dire straights, she would run for cover and never look back. It broke my heart and I never forgave her for it." Layla had tears building up behind her eyes. She could feel the pain in James' past and reached out to hug him. "I'm so sorry James. That's awful." "I'm over it, but I can't divorce her. At this point it's cheaper to keep her. She would take me down for every last penny I have. That, and she is a good mother so I'm trying to keep some semblance of a family life for my kids." Layla nodded in understanding. Her heart went out to him. He deserved so much more. Silence ensued in the car. James broke it by saying "Your turn!" Layla sighed. She had never revealed why love was missing from her relationship to anyone. It was embarrassing, but James gave her his truth and he deserved an honest answer. With a long deep breath Layla began. "My husband is gay." James' mouth dropped. He stuttered and stammered. He thought she was joking. "Shut up!" "Nope. I'm being dead serious." "You can't be. I don't believe it." "Believe it, sugar. I've always had my suspicions. And then I went snooping on his computer and found incriminating emails. I'll spare you the details because they make my stomach wrench. Just suffice it to know I was duped. I confronted him about it. It was messy but we don't really talk about it anymore. He's my best friend. We get along really well, like brother and sister. Getting married was a mistake anyway. I'm not the marrying kind. But there's no point in leaving him. We rely on each other for everything and I'm ok with that." James could see that Layla's blood pressure was rising. She was getting upset reciting the truth about her marriage. It infuriated her, but she was stuck. James held her close and calmed her down. He looked into her eyes with a kind of compassion that she needed at that moment. She appreciated him. Layla pulled away from James. She needed to cry, but didn't want to do it in front of him. She muttered something about him needing to get home. He hugged her again and wished her a goodnight. Layla got out of his car and slowly trudged towards her car. It was going to be a long and painful night. Beauty and the Boss Ch. 04 Layla drove home slowly that night. Her mind was spinning with the realization of her doomed marriage. She hated to put the truth out into the air. It lingered there and dropped on her heart like a ton of bricks. She thanked God it was Friday night. She was desperate for sleep. Her plan was to sleep in on Saturday morning. She fumbled for her keys and clicked open the locks. Layla entered the long hallway of her apartment. She walked to the skinny antique hallway table and dropped her keys in the catch all bowl. She looked up towards the mirror above the table. She looked tired. Her eyes were dark and lacked life. Mascara had dripped down her cheeks during her crying fit on the ride home tonight. Her auburn hair lacked the silkiness she desired. Perhaps it was all in her head, but either way, she wasn't pleased with what she saw. She took off her heels and walked to the bathroom. A hot and steamy shower was just what she needed before bed. Once in the bathroom, Layla turned on the shower and lit some candles. The relaxing aroma of apples and pomegranate filled the small room. She took in a long and inviting deep breath. She was already beginning to feel better. Layla undressed tossing her clothes across the hall into her bedroom where they landed on the floor. She stepped into the bathtub and beckoned the hot water to cover every inch of her bronze body. Layla stood there for many moments with her eyes closed. She let her head droop down and allowed the water to beat against her stiff shoulder muscles. She was thinking about James, wondering why she hadn't met him years earlier. She could still feel his hands all over her. She traced the pattern that his hands took and gave herself goosebumps. Her hands caressed her breasts and her fingers traced her flat stomach. She was turning herself on, and quickly stopped. She wasn't in the mood for much of anything tonight. Layla bent over and grabbed for her floral scented shampoo. As she leaned forward the hot water beat against her tight ass bathing it in warmth. Layla massage the shampoo into her hair and let it sit for a minute. She didn't want her shower to end. She was enjoying the relaxing effect that the water had on her soul. As she allowed the water to touch her hair, she felt the soap slowly trickling down the curves of her body. It followed her spine and went down her ass and curved on it's final decent towards the inside of her thighs. Layla loved feeling soap drip down her body. It was a sensuous feeling that she could give herself every day. Layla drew in a deep breath. She washed her face and turned off the water. The small room was steamy and the glass was fogged. Layla grabbed at the blue cotton towel that hung on the door. She methodically dried her body parts reaching all the places that James went as of late. Her hair still damp, she ran a comb through it and decided she couldn't be bothered taking the hair dryer to it. It was late and her bed was calling to her, beckoning her to drift to a peaceful sleep. Layla entered her bedroom. It was a nice room. Not too big and not too small. She had mastered the cozy feel of a bedroom and enjoyed the relaxing effect that it had on her mind. Even though winter was approaching, Layla slept naked every night. She used her snow white Irish duvet to keep her warm instead of cumbersome pajamas. Layla slid into bed. The dark blue flannel sheets seemed to wrap her in warmth almost immediately. She felt comforted and was ready to get some sleep. She drifted off quite quickly. Her dreams came and went. Often they were of James. Tonight she dreamt of them on a beach off the coast of some European country. They were alone laying on a large orange beach blanket. Their naked bodies basked in the hot mid day sun and they rolled around playing and teasing each other. Their kissing was hot and heavy. James ravaged her mouth and pressed the full length of his being against her wet core. Off in a distance Layla heard vibrations. She tried to ignore it, but the noise was getting louder and unbearable. She stopped kissing James to look around. A phone appeared on the beach blanket. It was vibrating. Layla reached to pick it up. As she said hello, she woke up, startled and confused. She still heard and felt the vibrations. She looked over at her night table and her phone was blinking and vibrating. Against her will, Layla answered it in a most groggy and annoyed voice. "Hello?" "Hi. I hope I didn't wake you." "James? No, no it's ok. I was just dreaming of you." "Dreaming, eh? Well, how about you open your front door and let the real me in." "You're at my front door?!" "Yes. I hope its ok that I'm here. My wife went to her moms house for the weekend with the kids." "Yes, of course it's fine. Let me get on a robe. I'll be right there." In the dark, Layla searched for her robe and found it laying over the chair in the corner of her room. She placed it on her body and didn't bother to tie it at the waist. She stumbled down the hallway and unlocked the door. There was James. His beauty took her breath away. She was silently thankful that she took a shower before bed. She would have hated looking like a sad clown in front of James. She ushered him into her home. She took him by the hand and led him to the kitchen. "Can I get you a drink or a snack?" "No, I'm fine. I just wanted to see you." Layla smiled her perfectly crooked smile. She enjoyed that James needed her just as much as she needed him. "I was worried about you baby. You left looking so upset tonight. I couldn't bear to know that you were alone in your bed." "I was upset and I appreciate your concern. I feel better now though. It's just a hard reality that I have to get used to." "So, if you feel better than maybe I should leave?" "Don't leave. Please don't go. Stay with me tonight." "I thought you'd never ask." James winked at Layla and glided across the floor to meet her. He bent down and gently kissed her on her forehead. As usual, tears built up behind her eyes. James pressed his body against hers and said "You look cute in a robe." "Oh, please. I look frumpy." "Hardly. You're adorable. Let's get back to bed. I'm sorry that I woke you up." "Don't worry about that. If I'm going to be jarred out of a dream about you, then at the very least it should be by you!" James laughed and placed his large hand on the small of her back leading her towards her bedroom. Layla let her robe slide down towards the floor. An almost imperceptible gasp escaped from James' mouth. He was taken aback by her natural beauty. Her hair was messy and she had no makeup on. She was complete perfection in his eyes. It took everything he had to not pounce on her right then and there. Layla noticed that he was ogling her body. "You like?" "I love." "Come here and touch me James." In an instant James was scooping her up and placing her gently on the bed. He kicked off his shoes noticing how very naked she was and how very clothed he was. Layla helped slide his pants down revealing a pair of green boxer briefs. She pulled his white t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside and used her feet to slide his boxers off. James' erection was full and throbbing. He couldn't wait to be inside her. "Forget the foreplay. I need to be in you now." Layla chuckled. "Oh, James. You really know how to romance a lady." James smiled. His perfect white teeth sparkled in the moon light that streamed in from her bedroom window. He pressed the long hard length of him into her waiting hot core. Layla gasped and tightly shut her eyes. James didn't take any time to ease her into sex. His massive being was something she had not experienced before. She enjoyed it, but definitely needed a loading period per se. Tonight, she wouldn't get that chance to stretch and accommodate his large cock. James pounded her wet core and she clamped down on him like a tight sheath. James shuddered at how good she felt. Her warmth, her body, her arms that so desperately clung to his chest. They kissed ferociously and moaned louder and louder. Layla was feeling fire lick at her insides. Her muscles were rigid and ready to accept every ounce of pleasure that James offered her. James grabbed at her bouncing creamy mounds and pulled on her hard granite peaks. That was enough to put Layla over the edge. She allowed her body to take all of him in and she came, over and over again she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her body. Her muscles tingled with excitement. Her breathing was heavy to match James'. He enjoyed watching her have an orgasm. He loved knowing that he could take her to the highest peaks of pleasure. Just watching her body move with his in a rhythmic motion pushed him towards eternal pleasure. White hot lightening seared at his groin and with a deep final thunderous thrust, James released his hot liquid into Layla's awaiting sheath. James and Layla laid in her bed still connected. Their legs were tangled together and neither attempted to move. They copied each other's breathing and listened to their hearts beating as one. James kissed Layla's eyelids and rolled over to his side. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her so close to him that not even a single strand of hair could slide between them. Layla reveled in the aftermath of their sex and pulled her duvet up around them. James kissed the back of her neck and wished her sweet dreams. With that, they fell into the most blissful sleep they had ever had.