Super Hot Supervisor: A Steamy Workplace Romantic Comedy (Tender Tarts Book 1)

by Mandy Harbin

  Oh, she could only guess it was as many times as she’d envisioned being in his.

  Ian crawled onto the bed above her. His tall, toned frame hovered over. He supported his weight with one arm, barely touching her, as his lips found her nipple. She cried out when he bit it lovingly and suckled it, drawing it to the roof of his mouth, his free hand finding the other one.

  He alternated kissing, sucking one nipple and then the other. Back and forth, until she was writhing beneath him. She lifted her hips, making contact with his engorged cock. He growled around her nipple and thrust his cock against her. She clawed at his back, loving the feel of touching him, of him touching her. On a groan, he leaned away and reached for his jeans, pulling out a condom and rolling it on in record time. When he hovered over her again, she rubbed her pussy against his hard length, aligning him at her entrance. He flexed his hips on impulse, and she gasped as he breached her.

  He pulled his mouth away from the breasts he was ravishing and stared down at her, his swollen lips inches from hers. Their gazes locked and he pushed in farther, thrusting slowly. The look in his eyes almost undid her. They were so full of emotion she almost believed he did love her. But she wouldn’t get her hopes up. She had to be smart about this, try to detach herself from her feelings.

  He thrust hard, his eyes narrowing as he grabbed her hip and angled her for deeper penetration. “What are you thinking?” His next thrust was even harder than the last and she cried out at the pleasure. He kissed her ear. “Something sad crossed your eyes.”

  She shook her head, not wanting to voice her thoughts. She slid her hands down his back and squeezed his ass as she shoved her hips up, grinding into him. He groaned, his question clearly forgotten, and drove into her with maddening force.

  “Oh God, Ian!”

  “You feel so good, baby.” His mouth was everywhere he could reach. Her throat, her breasts, her ears, her lips, kissing her urgently while she clutched him as tightly as she could. “Cassie, I love you.”

  No. She didn’t want to think about that. She shook her head and held her breath, not even letting air in her lungs for fear his soul would find its way into her heart.

  He slowed and looked at her, caressing her face. “You don’t believe me?” he asked, hurt crossing his eyes.

  “I don’t want to think about that.”

  He nodded, resolved. “I want a chance to prove it to you. I know I’ll have to earn your trust again, but baby, please know that I’ll never do anything to hurt you ever again.”

  Her breath caught and tears formed, leaking over. Everything just seemed so hopeful, yet hopeless. Ian kissed them away as he gently started thrusting again. The frantic urgency subsiding, he made love to her slowly, reverently, whispering how beautiful she was and how sorry he felt for hurting her. They held each other tightly as they kissed and climbed toward that precipice together.

  When Cassie went over, screaming his name, Ian kissed her hard, his hand sliding down to gently collar her throat. It was a mark of possession, and she found it extremely erotic, dragging out her orgasm as he thrust harder into her, shouting his own release.

  As they both came down, he stroked her hair, kissed her lips, and she clung to him, not wanting to let him go.

  “I do love you, Cassie. I want you to be mine again. Forever.”

  She was overwhelmed by the emotions rushing through her. But in a good way. She no longer wanted to hold back. “I-I love you too, Ian. That’s why this has been so hard.”

  She felt his muscles relax at her admission, and he nodded his head against hers. “Never again. I’ll never hurt you again. I’ll show you I can deserve your love, baby.”

  He kissed her before rolling over and pulling her against him, stroking her hair. She sat quietly, wondering what would happen now. They loved each other but lived in different states. She guessed they could go back to their digital romance and get together on weekends, but that didn’t sound very appealing after having felt his touch.

  “They fired Mac,” Ian murmured, playing with her locks.

  “Oh yeah?” She wondered how many more would be on the chopping block during this restructuring.

  “Mm-hmm. After he threatened to fire me if I said anything to the executive staff about what happened, I decided I could play just as dirty as him. I went to Mr. Winthrop and told him that your help was instrumental in the changes to the application and that Mac didn’t tell me he was going to keep that from them. I reiterated my idea that we keep several positions from the southern office open, and he agreed it was a good idea.”

  Cassie’s brain was churning. “Y-You asked to keep some of the people onboard?”

  “Yeah, baby. I did the plan according to how Mac wanted me to, and I agree that it makes financial sense to close your office, but I felt it was necessary to keep some personnel. Mac shot that idea down. But when I explained to Mr. Winthrop my plan, he was impressed. So impressed, in fact, that they fired Mac and offered me his job. Well, part of it anyway. They’re splitting it up, separating the business management and project management duties into two positions.”

  She gasped and turned to face him. “Wow. Congratulations.”

  He leaned up and kissed her quickly. “Well, it wasn’t as clean as that,” he said, chuckling. “I pulled up all of Mac’s mistakes and showed Mr. Winthrop how many jobs were botched by him where I had to come in and clean up.”

  She laughed. “Nice. I’d have just uprooted his plants.”

  “What?” He chuckled.

  “Nothing.” She shook her head. “So what happens now?”

  “Well.” He pulled her back down to his chest. “I want you to come work with me,” he whispered. “They want me to handle the business aspects of the operation, so I’d like you to be in the project management position that was split off from Mac’s old duties.”

  “What?” Cassie asked incredulously, looking at him.

  He swallowed nervously. “I love you, baby. I know you have a life here, but I want you to make a life with me. We can take this as slowly as you want, but I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  “You’re giving me a job?” Okay, so he just poured his heart out and she jumped to the part about her not being unemployed anymore. A girl has gotta eat.

  He nodded. “It’s yours if you want it. I’ve already cleared it with the executive staff. And if you agree, you get to select the positions we keep from your office.” His lips twitched, fighting a smile. “Except for Sasha. She’s not staying in her old position. I’ve already asked that she be promoted to my old job.”

  Cassie gasped, covering her gaping mouth. Ian had gone to all this trouble to make things right while she was busy moping around her house. He did this for her because he wanted to be with her. She smiled. She really wanted to be with him too, and now it seemed she’d get to do that. Then she laughed, thinking about being able to keep working with Sasha.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Let’s tell Sasha this was my idea. I owe her for making her spank me that night. This should clear that debt.”

  He nuzzled her neck. “Hmm, I can’t wait for you to do something bad so I can tan that ass myself.”

  She giggled, squirming in his embrace. “Well, apparently I kissed a guy a couple of times last night. Does that count?” she asked playfully.

  He pulled away, staring her down, a look of mock anger crossing his face. “You’ve been making out with some guy while I’ve been pining away for you?”

  “In my defense, I was really drunk. And Sasha was the one who wanted me to fuck him, and oh my God, I’m going to shut up now,” she said as she saw the playfulness leave his expression.

  He grabbed her lightning fast and slung her over his knees. “I’m going to spank you until you remember who you belong to, baby.”

  She laughed as he started swatting her, which quickly turned into moans, which quickly turned into an afternoon of her surrendering herself to his possession.


  There really was no doubt who she belonged to.

  Epilogue

  Sasha loaded the last of her bags in the Uber she’d called to take her to the airport.

  California bound.

  She couldn’t believe she was leaving her southern roots for a big city, trading in supped-up trucks for charming cable cars. It was a scary thing.

  It was a liberating thing.

  No doubt about it, though, it was time for a change. When the opportunity presented itself, she seized it. Of course, it was that or the unemployment line, but she didn’t need nudging. Her career was her life. It always had been, but after what happened with her ex, she could use a fresh start.

  A reboot.

  Sasha shivered at the thought of that horrible man as she climbed into the car. Some scars never disappeared, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t use a little help forgetting they were there. Yeah, the sooner she got settled into her new life the faster she could close the chapter on her old one.

  She’d taken the first step by accepting the job. The next step would be finding a place to live. Cassie had told her a little too eagerly not to worry about it. Whatever that meant.

  Oh, you know. Her friend had probably already found Sasha an apartment in a building filled with hot, single men. Cassie would be sorely disappointed if she thought Sasha was going to be busy playing the field. There would be none of that mess. Her field was off limits still. Like seriously. She’d walled that shit off brick by brick after Dwight, and it’d take a tornado to knock them down.

  California didn’t get tornados. It was the perfect place for her.

  With each passing mile, she felt something she hadn’t in months. Lighter. The tension she’d carried eased, if only slightly.

  She had already decided there’d be no more hardcore men. Ever. That rule would never change. Not that anyone could crush her carefully crafted walls, but why chance it?

  No, when she was ready, she’d find a meek little thing who wasn’t controlling or demanding, or she wouldn’t be with anyone at all.

  She was okay with that, too.

  “Please, Sir. I-I can’t take it anymore.”

  Aaron Cope looked down at his sub for the night and suppressed a sigh because he knew just how true Gabi’s words were. He, too, felt as if he couldn’t take it anymore. He loved being a Dom and thought he loved the idea of no commitments. He was known around the club as a hard ass who didn’t put up with shit, which meant he usually had subs vying for his attention—a fact he generally reveled in. But he was quickly discovering that more often than not, he felt alone even when he was fucking a woman. A sub for a night wasn’t a true possession… She was a distraction. Not that the feeling stopped him from exerting his dominance and engaging in hot sex with a willing sub. He wasn’t crazy. But lately when it was over, he tended to feel unfulfilled on some level. He had hit a proverbial brick wall in his sex life. No more progression, no more discoveries.

  He ground his teeth. Regardless of how he felt, there were rules, and he would not tolerate a disobedient sub, no matter how new to the lifestyle she might be … or how tedious it was all feeling to him of late.

  He stepped around the St. Andrew’s cross she was strapped to and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Gabriella, you are not to speak until I ask you a question unless it is to use your safe word. Do you wish to use it?”

  She squirmed, and fuck, looking at a beautiful woman bound and marked by him never failed to make him harder than steel, which made him both hot and irritated at the same time. Why couldn’t he just embrace his lifestyle like he always had? Aaron clenched his jaw and fisted his hands. He had a fucking sub to discipline. He’d deal with his emotional shit later.

  “I-I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “I asked you a question, Gabriella.”

  “No, no, Sir. I don’t wish to use it.”

  Aaron nodded at Gabi and caressed her chin where he’d been holding it. “Very well. That’s ten more for speaking out of turn. Count them off and thank me for them.”

  Aaron walked around and grabbed the flogger he’d been using. He took position behind her again and drew back, landing exactly where he’d aimed.

  “One,” she gasped. “Thank you, Sir, for disciplining this sub.”

  Before she’d finished the last word, he’d swatted her again, and again, until her punishment was complete and her ass was bright red. She was moaning and wiggling, obviously aching for him, and he was ready to put an end to her torture. His too, because no matter how he’d been feeling, he was still turned on and ready to fuck.

  He was shirtless already, so he unbuttoned his leathers and donned a condom. Before plunging into her, he grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and put his mouth at her ear. “Gabriella, you’ve done well tonight. I’m going to fuck you now.”

  He didn’t wait for a response, not that he expected one. He hadn’t asked her a question, and if she spoke out of turn again, she’d just be prolonging her sexual release. Oh, he’d whipped other subs before until they’d come without him ever fucking them, but Gabi hadn’t let herself go completely, hadn’t experienced that subspace of euphoria that’d allow her the ultimate gift of submission. Though he hoped she would in time. Maybe when she found a Dom she wanted permanently. In the meantime, he’d enjoy her tonight like he did many others, and let her go when their scene was over.

  Maybe it was time for him to think about finding a permanent sub of his own. The thought of that scared him, though he’d never admit it to anyone. He loved being single—well, at least he had loved it.

  He took her forcefully, holding her naked hips as he plowed into her from behind.

  “Oh, god, Sir.” Gabi moaned and writhed what little she could move, her pussy like a vise around him as she came. And soon enough, he was digging his forehead into her shoulder and coming into the condom. He could’ve prolonged it, made it last for hours more, but he was ready to be finished with her. With this. Whatever that meant.

  He slowly pulled out, discarded the condom, and unbound her from the contraption that he’d so loved to use.

  “You pleased me tonight, Gabriella.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He gathered her into his arms and sat with her on his lap, coddling her like he did every sub after conducting a scene. It was important to make sure a submissive felt that connection with her Dom in order to help her—or him, as the case might be with others—feel grounded, appreciated, nurtured, protected after giving that gift of submission.

  Aaron loved this life. He only wished it fulfilled him as it had before.

  Fucking brick walls.

  Continue Sasha’s and Aaron’s story in

  California Crush, which is out now!

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  Mandy Harbin is a USA Today Bestselling author who loves creating stories that explore the complexities of everyday relationships…with some kissing thrown in. She is a Superstar Award recipient, Reader’s Crown and Passionate Plume finalist, and has achieved Night Owl Reviews Top Pick distinction many times. She also writes young adult romance as M.W. Muse because teens like kissing, too.

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