Sinful Thinking

Chris Evans - The Boss (part 5)

I stood gobsmacked as I stared at the huge apartment I'd just stepped into. Modern, sleek, and so expensive. Like, probably five times my annual pay expensive.

"This is- it's incredible!" I stuttered out and turned to face Chris, who was laughing deeply as he took his coat off - he made even that look sexy - and hanging it from a hook near the doorway.

"May I take your coat?" He gestured toward my jacket that I had wrapped tightly around me, and I suddenly realised how pleasantly warm it was I his apartment compared to the chill of the night air outside.

"Oh, um- thanks," I placed my bag on the floor and untied my coat, and went to remove it from my shoulders when I felt hands grip the material and slowly slide it down my arms. I felt Chris' cold hands against my skin and shivered slightly, his hot breath just fanning the rip of my ear.

My shy gaze average to the floor as Chris hung my coat up for me, and as I looked back up at him, I almost got a shock at how close he was. His soft features gazed down at me, my hands wanted to reach out and touch him.

"Would you like some wine?" Suddenly he spoke, and I realised I'd been holding my breath as we gazed at each other.

"That would be nice, actually," I smiled and nodded, almost in a sort of daze- my brain seemed to have shut down, all I could feel was the butterflies in my stomach. "May I, uh, sit down?" My eyes darted to the expensive looking sofa that faced a large section of wall that was just glass, like a huge panoramic photo of the city beyond. Chris nodded and said I could sit wherever I liked, of course I instantly thought, I would like to sit on your face. I ascended the small set of stairs leading to the lounge area of the large open plan apartment and stopped myself from gasping again at how lush it was. Sitting on the couch, I took a moment to try to compose myself a little. Whatever happens, you can do this. He's just a regular guy, with a freaking huge apartment, a shit load of money, who is also your boss. No probs.

Chris interrupted my thoughts by handing me a glass of white wine and sitting next to me. Smiling gratefully up at him, I took the glass from his hand and my stomach fluttered slightly as our fingers brushed against each other. For god knows how long, we sat and talked while we sipped our wine, joking and laughing. We made great conversation, and I felt more than comfortable as I sat with him and discussed whatever was on our minds.

I went to take another sip of wine, but realised my glass was empty. Probably for the best, I was starting to feel slightly fuzzy. Who wants to get sloshed in front of their boss and potential boyfriend? Not me, man.

Leaning over to place my glass on the coffee table, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful the city looked. I sent Chris a small smile before standing up and walking over to the huge glass panel wall, and I was in absolute awe at how stunning the city was at night. The lights lit up the sky and the sun had just set, leaving a dark pink hue behind, creating the perfect backdrop. Caught up in the beauty of the city, I didn't realise Chris was standing next to me until I saw his reflection in the glass move slightly. Looking up at him, I realised just how close he was to me: his face just inches from my own. I swallowed lightly and couldn't help but let my eyes wander from his beautiful blue orbs to his pink lips and back up to meet his gaze. We were both slowly leaning in to close the gap between us, and before I knew it his lips were on mine. At first, it was a slow, soft kiss, our lips moving in sync with each other. My eyes had fluttered closed, my focus being only on him. His left hand gently held my waist while his right hand cupped my cheek while he kissed me, my own hands resting on his broad chest.

I felt the hand that was on my waist move slowly down to my behind, and I let out a small gasp into the kiss as he slightly squeezed my ass through the right but stretchy material of my dress. Chris took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, the kiss becoming more heated as his tongue caressed mine. He pulled me closer to his body, my breathing quickening as our lips met with more desire and lust than before. My hands found their way up to his neck, my fingers playing slightly with the hairs at the back of his neck. He groaned deeply as my fingers made their way into his hair, tugging lightly as the kiss became more feverish and desperate. Suddenly I felt myself being pushed backwards, my back meeting the cool glass of the wall behind me. As I was pressed against the wall, our lips still locked, his hands moved from my hips and past my bum to my upper thighs.