Forever, Boss: Bad Boy Office Romance Series Box Set with Bonus Novella

by Juliana Conners

  “I’m sure she doesn’t know what you mean, Brett.”

  We both turn towards whoever it is and what I see leaves me stunned. The man to whom the voice belong towers over me and it’s the same one I passed in the hallway earlier. A chill runs down my spine and I find that my panties dampen despite my best intention.

  This guy is the proverbial tall, dark and handsome. I’m not particularly short, but he’s at least a head taller than I am. And every inch of him looks chiseled. From his to face to his… other places… I mean, I imagine. His suit is well-tailored enough that I can warrant a guess. But he’s not looking at me, instead staring intensely at Brett with a smirk on his face.

  “I-I-I-” Brett looks mortified.

  I try hard not to smile. I don’t understand why he is so nervous all of a sudden, but a part of me is glad. It’s his turn to feel uncomfortable for once. Now he’ll see how he was making me feel—if he’s even capable of showing empathy, which, I doubt.

  “I also believe the lady no longer wishes to talk to you.” Now he turns his attention to me and I have no idea what to do. “Do you?”

  I stare blankly and then, snapping out of it, I shake my head.

  “That’s true,” I say, glad I can finally spit it out. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

  “It seems you’ve been dismissed,” the man tells Brett.

  He makes an “uuh” sound as if he can’t believe I wouldn’t want to talk to him— he’s clearly incapable of picking up on my prior hints— and then he finally walks away, defeated. With him gone, I relax a little, but then remember I have another man to deal with.

  “I guess I should thank you.”

  It’s not the smoothest line, but is it necessary to be smooth? I find this guy attractive, but I don’t think I should let things go any further. He looks old enough to be my dad. A really sexy dad, with his salt and pepper hair and beautiful smile and piercing eyes.

  His gray hairs manage to make him look more dignified than old. I want to run my hands through it, grab onto it as he kisses me, touches my breasts, my—

  Wait. I should stop this line of thinking. Bad thoughts lead to questionable actions and I don’t need to go down that path.

  “So, are you going to?” The man arches an eyebrow at me seductively.

  Who even knew eyebrows could be seductive?

  “Am I going to what?”

  I’m kind of caught off guard and can feel myself blinking more than usual.

  “Thank me.”

  “Oh, yeah. Thank you. Thanks.”

  I open the beer Brett gave me and take a sip. His presence is putting me on edge. I have tasted alcohol before, but only when taking communion… Ugh, I’m slipping into depravity and addiction, all in one evening. Impure thoughts and drinking. What has gotten into me?

  I need this mystery man to leave, so I can regather myself and stop the dirty thoughts I’m having about me, him, and our bodies. But I also want him to stay. I can feel the heat from his broad, muscular chest and I desperately want him to touch me.

  “I’m guessing you’re new here,” he says.

  I just nod and take another sip of beer. I should probably stop. I can’t show up at home drunk. There’d be no way to explain that.

  “I could tell,” he continues. “You have the same slightly frightened look on your face that sometimes accompanies new employees.”

  “Do I really look that scared? That is not the look I was going for.”

  I sound really disappointed and maybe a little ridiculous, but I’m being completely serious. A scared newbie is not a good look. He laughs at me. Full on, deep belly laugh. I’m initially offended, but my demeanor is a bit odd, I’ll give him that. I never feel comfortable in my own skin and being at my first job and my first real party just makes it even worse.

  I join him and I like the way our laughter mixes. We both have a deep laugh, but mine floats on top of his. Like it’s complimentary.

  Compatible laughter? What a bizarre thought. But this entire day has seemed bizarre, so I just go with it.

  Chapter 5

  Erin

  “Why don’t I show you around?” the man says. “That way the office will seem less intimidating.”

  It couldn’t hurt, right? And I’d like to take a look around. This is the perfect time to do it.

  So, I agree and he leads me away from the party. I throw my beer away. Just to avoid any more temptation. Even though temptation is also what is leading me out of the room.

  He takes me on a tour of the top floor. I hope we’re allowed to be up here. I’m not sure who my guide is, but I highly doubt a top-floor executive would take an interest in me. There are a lot of offices, but we pass by all of them.

  He leads me into an enormous conference room. It’s nicely decorated with expensive looking chairs and an Arthurian-esque table.

  “Wow… is this where all the important meetings take place?”

  “I don’t know if all the meetings are important, but there are a great deal of them.”

  Hmm. He’s not only incredibly handsome but also funny.

  “So, you work on this floor?”

  He’s stayed by the door, but I’m walking around the table, running my fingers along the smooth wood. As I ask my question, I look up at him from under my lashes.

  “I do.”

  I’ve made my way around the entire table and now we’re directly across from one another, with nothing between us except the air. I lean against the table and we’re looking directly at each other. If he’s someone important here, why is he showing me around? Does he have something else in mind? Something a little less innocent than a simple company tour?

  “Would you like to know what I do?” he asks me.

  I shake my head.

  “No.”

  I say it so quietly, I’m not sure if he heard me, but I mean it. I don’t want to know exactly what he does. It’ll just intimidate me more.

  From his demeanor, I had a feeling from the beginning that he has major power in this law firm, but knowing how important he actually is would make the night feel a lot more real. As if we’re giving each other solidified roles outside of the two of us.

  Not that there is an “us.”

  He walks over to me and places his hands on either side of my body.

  “That’s an interesting answer.” He pushes in so close that now I’m sitting on the table. We haven’t touched yet, but I have a feeling we’re going to. The warmth I feel from his body makes all of my senses stand on edge. My heart speeds up and my breathing becomes hurried. He smells like fancy cologne mixed with office furniture.

  “Is it?” I respond breathlessly.

  He moves his face close to mine and I see his eyes go dark with lust. I feel the same lust running through me. But it’s wrong to go forward with it. It’s one of the seven deadly sins, for heaven’s sake!

  It feels too late. Almost all reason has left my body. All I want him to do is tear off my clothes and take me right now. Hard and fast and merciless.

  As if he can read my mind, he places a kiss on the edge of my jaw. I close my eyes and sigh. It’s so soft, an unexpected action given the passionate desire I saw in his features earlier. He travels down until he’s nipping at my neck, taking soft bites.

  The localized pricks of pain make me emit small sounds of pain and desire, but mostly desire. I feel one of his hands migrate up my leg and I’m momentarily brought back to reality.

  “Wait.”

  I grab his wrist and halt his progress. He removes his mouth from my neck and looks at me.

  “What is it?”

  I can see the restraint in his face. Whatever he’s feeling, it’s strong.

  “I don’t— I don’t think this is a good idea.”

  At my words, he backs away from me. Our skin no longer touching, I feel disappointed. I didn’t actually want him to stop, but I know I shouldn’t be doing this.

  “I’ve just never done anything like this befo
re…” I look down, embarrassed by my lack of experience.

  “Had sex on a table? In a conference room? Trust me, most people haven’t—”

  “I’ve never had sex!” That was louder than expected. I think I just shouted at him. A little quieter, I add, “I haven’t really done anything. Ever.”

  I feel my face getting hot. I can’t even look him in the eyes.

  “So, you’re a virgin?”

  I nod, and he says, “Interesting.”

  Sounds like I’ve just brought the night to an end. It’s for the better anyway. I’d have to be a harlot to let a random man do the types of things to me in a conference room that I want him to do to me, if only he could. If only it wouldn’t get us into trouble, both at work, with my parents and church, and not to mention with God…

  I jump off the table.

  “I’ll be leaving now, I guess…”

  “Get back on the table,” he commands.

  His voice is so deep and demeaning, I’m startled. I finally look back up at him, simply because I’m so shocked. But a chill is running down my spine and somehow making its way to a tingly area right in between my legs. I like how he’s telling me what to do.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Do you want to leave?”

  I shake my head.

  “I thought not. Don’t fight what you want. You want this, right?”

  Without even hesitating, I nod my head. It’s as if he’s cast a spell over me and I’m completely under his command.

  “Then do as I say and get back on that table.”

  I do what he says and sit back down.

  Yes, sir, I can’t help but think. I’ll do whatever he says, and even more.

  Chapter 6

  Erin

  “Now spread your legs,” he demands.

  Oh. This is going places.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Are you?”

  I make no movements or changes in my expression. I want to spread my legs for him but for some reason I want it to be more his choice than mine. I want him to command me to do it, just a little bit stronger.

  “If you want to leave, you can. If you want to stay, spread your legs.”

  That’s enough. Of course I want to stay. The part of me that wants to do something forbidden and naughty does, at least. And that’s the part of me I can’t seem to deny, thanks to this stranger who is telling me what I must do for him.

  So, I push my skirt up slightly and spread my legs. I can feel myself biting down hard on my lip, but the pain is distracting me from my embarrassment.

  I expect him to look down where my hands are grabbing the hem of my skirt, but instead he moves back towards me and positions himself between my legs. He brings his lips down on mine and this time he isn’t gentle.

  “I knew you would do what I told you to do.”

  His voice is still deep and commanding. Yet part of his tone sounds relieved though, as if he wasn’t quite sure. I feel powerful, knowing I can make this strong man weak just by opening my legs.

  His kiss is hungry, unrelenting, and unforgiving. I place my hands behind me, splayed on the table to balance myself. His hand cups my cheek and then travels down my body, lightly going over the dips and curves of my form. Soon he’s at my thigh and I can feel him pushing my skirt up higher. I break the kiss to ask him a question that seems too obvious as soon as it’s out of my mouth.

  “What are you doing?”

  I glance down to catch a peek at his hand and instead get an eyeful of his erection. It’s huge. My eyes go wide and I look back up at him. He sees my surprise and laughs.

  “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’m not taking it out. Unless you want me to.”

  The suggestion draws more frightened looks and he takes the hint.

  “I thought we could start with a finger… or two,” he says, in follow up.

  He takes his hand from my thigh and sticks it in his mouth. After he’s satisfied with the wetness of his digit, he brings it back down, but this time puts his hand up my skirt and finds the edge of my panties.

  He moves them aside and I inhale sharply. He’s watching my face the entire time and when he sticks his finger into my pussy, I make a sound I’ve never made before. It’s wanton and full of abandon.

  I throw my head back and let out a long exhale as he sticks his finger deeper and deeper inside of me. He adds a second and then a third and pumps in and out of me with great speed. He places his thumb on my clit and I shudder when a sudden wave of pleasure rolls over me.

  I shut my eyes at all the overwhelming feelings, but he orders me to look at him and I comply. I feel myself reaching the edge and then he removes his hand.

  “What are you doing?”

  My tone comes out more annoyed this time, since he’s delayed my gratification. Rather than answer, he puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks them dry.

  “I’m going to make you come.”

  “Mmmhmm…”

  He kneels down in front of me and hikes my skirt up all the way, so he can look directly at my most intimate parts.

  “I love how you obey me and show your beautiful body to me,” he says. “And now I want to see your entire, delicious pussy spread open wide for me.”

  I’m beginning to get a picture of what he has planned. He pulls my underwear off and throws it down on the floor, so now there’s nothing between him and my vagina. He’s so close, I can feel his breath on my folds.

  I’m still sensitive from his fingers and I end up fidgeting a little. He grabs my hips to steady me and licks up to my clit and I arch my back.

  “I’m going to hold onto your nice hips while I eat your pussy,” he says, into my folds where his mouth is making itself at home.

  It feels so good, I think I’m about to have an orgasm right then and there, but that would be unfortunate since I’m not ready for this to end. He keeps going, licking, sucking, and fucking me with his tongue.

  It feels amazing to just let go of my inhibitions and let this stranger pleasure me. It’s like we’re in a secret world that isn’t part of the real world, where I not only have permission to do what I want, but I’m actually being commanded to.

  I grab his hair and run my fingers through it. It’s just as soft as I’d thought it’d be. I’m not sure how an older man has such a full head of hair, but I love it.

  His tongue traces circles around my clit while his fingers push in and out of my pussy hole. Every time he brings them out, a long string of my juices follows. He is making me so wet and so crazy with desire that I can’t even believe it.

  “Are you going to come for me?” he asks me, as he continues to finger me while sucking gently on my clit.

  I can’t believe this is happening, but I think I’m about to orgasm in front of a guy I just met. On my first day of my new job. On the top floor of the office building where I work.

  Not the best career decision I’ve ever made, but I can’t seem to help myself. My mind has left my body and my body has left the planet. This guy is amazing, whoever he is.

  “Yes. Oh, yes.”

  I can feel my body getting tighter and tighter as I get closer to my release and when he flicks my clit with his tongue one last time, my orgasm washes over me and I come right in his mouth. He does a good job of holding onto my clit with his teeth, nipping it slightly as I finish coming.

  Finally, I fall back on the table, exhausted and spent. As I come down, I start to realize what I’ve just done. I sit up and try to cover myself with my skirt. I get off the table and look for my underwear, but it’s nowhere in sight.

  “Looking for these?”

  He holds up my panties— bikini-style granny panties, how embarrassing— but, it’s not like I expected anyone to see them today, let alone to take them off and eat my pussy— from behind his back and dangles them in front of me.

  “They’re really quite nice,” he says, as if reading my mind. “A little schoolgirl-esque, but still nice.”

  I make a grab for th
em, but he holds them high enough that I can’t reach.

  “I really need to get home,” I tell him.

  I hope it’s not too late. My parents will kill me if they find out what I’ve just done. I want to hide in a hole and never come out.

  “And you need these to get home?”

  I don’t understand why he’s doing this. He already licked and played with my pussy until I came. Does he want to go even further? Because that is definitely not happening. I’ve crossed enough boundaries for one night.

  “Yes. I need my underwear and then I can leave. Please.”

  I think he’s finally catching on that I’m not in any mood for playfulness. But then he winks and leans over and kisses me.

  “I was just playing,” he says, his breath smelling, tasting like me.

  I return his kiss, deeply and passionately, before falling into a fit of laughter.

  “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “I didn’t mean to be so uptight. It’s nice to… laugh.”

  I was going to say more than that. It’s nice to let go. Let loose and let someone give me a fucking orgasm. All the things I never do.

  But I end with “laugh,” and I don’t say any more, because the rest of it sounds so stupid.

  “I’ve just never done anything like this before,” I explain.

  “I know,” he says, kissing me again. “And I love it.”

  He hands me my under garments, but hesitantly, as if he still wants to tease me more. I’m wishing that we had all the time in the world, so that he could.

  “Thank you.”

  I turn around, so I can put them on. I still can’t believe I let him do all those things to me, even though they felt really good. I turn around and run right into a wall of muscle.

  “Where are you going?” he asks.

  I move back, so I can get a good look at him. His hair’s tussled from me running my hands through it and it’s a good look for him. More relaxed.

  I smile and touch his hair again, moving some of it out of his face. He seems to like it, but we both realize that this gesture is somehow more intimate than what we just did and I stop.