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

by Juliana Conners

  “Never,” she says, shaking her head adamantly. “I’ve never had anything like that, since you. And haven’t even wanted to.”

  “Same here,” I admit, looking down at her, grateful that she had waited for me after all these years, even when she didn’t know I was coming back.

  “Well, your dad set me straight and let me know how much I still meant to you. And I felt really bad for saying we should go our separate ways. That was the worst idea I’d ever had.”

  “Yeah, it was,” she agrees. “But, I could see why you thought that. It wasn’t very nice of me to move all the way out here. I should have chosen love.”

  “So should I have,” I tell her. “I realized I wasn’t caring enough about your own goals and plans, to think you could toss them aside so easily just because you loved me. So, I decided to prove to you that I want to be with you for good. And, it just so happens that my firm really was looking to branch out to the western states.”

  “This is going to be such a huge law firm now,” she says, shaking her head. “How am I ever going to manage all those employees?”

  “I’m sure you’ll find a way,” I tell her. “Word has it you’re the best office manager of any firm, ever.”

  “Awww,” she says, as I huge her close to me. “That makes me almost as happy as everything else you just said.”

  “So,” I ask her, getting down on one knee and pulling out the large diamond ring that’s been burning a hole in my pocket all day. “I want you to know how serious I am about you. I’m moving office locations to be where you are. We can both have our careers, and each other. Monique, I don’t ever want to lose you again. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

  “Yes!” she exclaims, jumping up and down and then into my arms. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”

  I slip the ring on her finger and she holds it up, proudly. “Should I go show it off to everyone at the office?”

  “Maybe we should wait until the ink is dry on my merger paperwork before we break the news to them,” I laugh.

  “Okay,” she says, wiping a happy tear from her eye. “But I don’t really know how I can contain my excitement.”

  “So, let’s go celebrate,” I tell her. “Since you won’t let us have sex here in your office, where should we go?”

  “To my house,” she says, taking my hand and leading me to the door of her office.

  “Okay, good,” I tell her. “We’ll start there, and then once everything has gone through with the deal, we’ll christen your office.”

  “Really?” she asks, shocked, but she also looks happy. I know she’ll be my dirty girl for me, for life.

  “Really.”

  Epilogue

  Monique

  I lead Cal through the office and towards the parking garage, careful not to hold his hand or show any other signs of my excitement. But, as I pass Ruby and Madilyn, huddled together near the copy machine on my way out, I see them look up at me with two pairs of eyebrows raised in surprise, and then glance at each other, as if to say, “What?”

  I don’t even care. I have a feeling everything will work out just fine. I knew something was up with the top secret meeting, but I had no idea it would be this. I don’t think there’s a happier woman on the planet right now. Except for maybe…

  “My mom is going to be so thrilled,” I say, once Cal and I are in the elevator. “She thought I’d only ever be married to work, and not to you.”

  “Well, at least I only came in second place to something that’s not another guy,” he says, and laughs.

  “I guess we’ll have to go visit them and tell them the news. My dad will be thrilled too.”

  “Yeah, it’ll be good to see your dad. I really appreciate him talking to me.”

  “I know my mom can be difficult to deal with.” I’m saying this to myself as much as to him. “But, I guess I should still go see her once in a while, because I only have one mom.”

  “That’s very nice of you,” he says, leaning in to give me a kiss.

  Soon, we’re at my house and I can’t wait to have him inside me. He picks me up and carries me to the bed, just like I remember him doing long ago. He takes off my top and bra, and pauses for a moment, staring at my breasts.

  “Have they changed?” I ask him, after a minute of him not saying anything.

  “Not at all,” he says, reaching out to play with one of my nipples. I can feel my pussy start to drip for him, as he moves his mouth in to circle my nipple while playing with the other one. “They still taste exactly the same as they used to, too.”

  “I’ve missed you so much,” I moan, as he takes off my skirt and reaches down to feel my pussy.

  “I can tell,” he says. “You’re still so wet for me.”

  “I sure am, Boss.”

  I look up at him while he takes off his own shirt, revealing his body which is still super toned, and his tattoos.

  “I guess I will be your boss now,” he says, with a smile. “And we can have lots of kinky office sex. But for now, I just want to enjoy you, here in your bedroom, just you and me like it used to be.”

  “Yes, Boss,” I tease. “Whatever you say.”

  But as he lays me on the bed and starts licking my clit, I’m overwhelmed with pleasure. He circles it up and down and then gnaws on it while fingering me.

  “It feels so good,” I moan. “I’ve missed you so much.”

  “I can tell your pussy has missed me,” he says, slurping up my juices. “I’m going to make you cum in my mouth before I cum in your pussy.”

  “I’m not on the Pill,” I tell him. I hadn’t had the need to be.

  He shrugs and grins at me mischievously.

  “Seems like there’s baby fever going on at that office of yours,” he says. “Wouldn’t you like to join them?”

  “Well, I guess there is something in the water. And, I’m not getting any younger. We should hurry and make up for lost time.”

  “I’m on it,” he says, returning to licking and sucking on my pussy.

  He slips a finger into my ass hole, a favorite thing of his to do, and I squirm and moan.

  “Oh, my God, Cal,” I nearly scream. “You’re going to make me cum.”

  I arch my back to give him an even better position, and rub my pussy all over his face as he licks and sucks it. I feel complete release, better than I can ever remember feeling, as I cum into his mouth.

  “That’s my dirty little girl,” he says. “Good girl. Now, flip over and let me take you doggy style.”

  I do, and he spreads my legs open wide and then spreads my ass and pussy open, too.

  “I’ve missed this so much,” he says, as he grabs a hold of my ass cheeks and then thrusts his big, hard cock inside my pussy. “This feels exactly like the place I’m supposed to be.”

  It’s been so long since I’ve had him inside me that it hurts a bit, but soon all I feel is pleasure. I rock back and forth on his cock, as he pulls my hips and my hair, fucking me hard and fast, as if nearly crazed.

  “Yes,” he groans. “I needed this so much.”

  And I needed it too. I just never knew I was going to have it again. Not until that fateful day I saw “private meeting” on Asher’s calendar. If only I knew how good that meeting was going to turn out, I needn’t have worried so much. Sometimes I really should listen to my dad, and stop borrowing trouble.

  Cal

  I’m a man who likes to stay in charge, stay in control. But when my naked cock is buried in Monique’s raw pussy after all this time, it’s really fucking hard to do. I take a deep breath and then plunge further inside her, spanking her perfectly curvy ass as she bounces up and down on my cock and holds onto the pillow in front of her.

  “That’s it,” I tell her, looking down at my cock as it goes in and out of her wet pussy. Her juices are dripping all over it and each time it comes out with more of her slippery wetness on it. “Take my cock like you’ve always been so good at doing.”

  “It feels so good,”
she cries out, as I reach underneath her to play with her engorged clit.

  “I love how this feels,” I tell her. “I love you.”

  I couldn’t help but blurt it out.

  “I love you, too, Cal,” she says, as I grip her ass cheeks and spread them open even wider so I can watch my cock even better as it pounds and crams her tight, perfect pussy. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

  I never found anyone like Monique and I knew I never would no matter where I looked. I wasn’t able to date anyone else, kiss anyone else, fuck anyone else. I was waiting for this moment to happen between us again. Neither my cock nor my mind had any interest in anyone else.

  Now, it’s thanking me for my efforts in tracking Monique down and proposing to her. It’s harder than it’s ever been and it’s filling her up completely. I grab onto one of her nipples and twist it tightly as I feel myself throbbing and pulsing inside her.

  “I’m gonna cum,” she says, panting. “You’re going to make me cum.”

  “I’m going to too,” I tell her, as I feel a pinching at the base of my balls. “I’m going to cum in your sweet little pussy.”

  And just like that I shoot my load into her— many years of pent up frustration finally finding release. I pull my cock out and look at my white cum filling up and dripping out of her pussy.

  “That’s exactly where I belong,” I tell her. “Inside you. With you. Always.”

  “Forever,” she says, collapsing on the pillow. I lie down beside her and hold her tight just like I used to.

  “I can’t wait to do this again, in your office,” I tell her. “Again, and again, and again.”

  “Again and again, and forever, Boss,” she mumbles, right before she drifts off into what I hope is a very peaceful and happy sleep.

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  More Books in the Yours, Boss Series

  If you haven’t read the other books in my Yours, Boss series in which some of the books in this box set are from, they are included as bonus books for your continued reading enjoyment (Yes, Boss, Please, Boss, More, Boss and Babies, Boss).

  Yes, Boss: A Bad Boy Office Romance

  Copyright © 2017 Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.

  Chapter 1 – Madilyn

  A shiver runs through me as I step out of the elevator and into the open foyer of the Law Firm of Marks, Sanchez & Reed. It’s not just because the air conditioning is on full blast to combat the dry August heat and overcompensate to the point where the air inside feels chilly. It’s also due to a mixture of excitement and fear that is coursing through my veins.

  And horniness. There’s definitely a little horniness mixed in there and coursing its way through other parts of me as well.

  “Welcome, Ms. St. Clair,” the receptionist says, standing up and coming over to greet me.

  He’s every bit of a proverbial tall, dark and handsome hotty but his perfect hair and impeccable fashion taste— he’s wearing a bespoke suit and tie that puts my carefully chosen skirt suit to shame— signal that he’s gay, damn it.

  “I’m Claude,” he says, with what I swear is a slight French accent, “and I’ll show you to your temporary office.”

  “Nice to meet you.”

  I shake his hand and begin to follow him. As we pass the receptionist desk I note a framed picture of another man kissing Claude on the cheek. I’m happy for him but sad for me that my suspicions are confirmed.

  It’s not like you could sleep with the receptionist at your brand new job, I think, chiding myself.

  I’m on a mission. I need to have sex.

  But not with anyone at work. I’m not that stupid.

  “Did you say temporary office?” I ask Claude, willing myself back to reality.

  “Yes,” he says, leading me down the spiral staircase. “It’s right this way.”

  “What happened to…”

  I trail off momentarily. I had wanted to say “my office,” but that sounds presumptuous.

  “…the permanent office?” I finish.

  When I’d interviewed here, one of the firm’s named partners, Cameron Sanchez, had showed me an office he said would be mine if I ended up getting the job. It was a large office with an impressive view of the Sandia Mountains and I’d been eagerly awaiting the chance to decorate it and make it my own.

  “You do have an office but that wing is in the process of expansion,” Claude says.

  “Expansion?”

  Am I getting an even bigger office?

  “Under construction,” he says, with an awkward shrug.

  It’s obvious that Claude is just as confused as I am. The poor guy was only assigned to give me the bad news and show me to my “temporary office” and here I am badgering him with questions.

  As we head down to the next floor it also becomes obvious that I’ve been temporarily housed with the paralegals in a cubicle area of a large shared space in the middle of the floor.

  “Here’s your temporary office,” Claude says, and hightails it back upstairs. “Sandy will help you get set up.”

  I wish I could call out after him that it’s not nice to pretend a cubicle is an office and then run away once the truth comes out. But he is so damn cute that I’ll let that one slide.

  A tall blonde woman with frizzy hair says, “Hi, I’m Sandy. Paralegal extraordinaire. Welcome to ‘Cubicle Hell,’ as it’s known around here.”

  “Ha.”

  I half- smile at her, not sure what to say to that that would sound appreciative of her humor yet not sound insulting to the firm. I finally remember to introduce myself.

  “Madilyn St. Clair,” I tell her, shaking her hand warmly, although she doesn’t return my effort very enthusiastically.

  “You’ll just work here until your wing is ready,” she says.

  “And how long will that be?” I ask her.

  She shrugs.

  “No tellin’.”

  We’re in the middle of an area bordering what looks to be a somewhat busy intersection for firm traffic. People pass us by and look at me with curiosity.

  One of the passersby is an overweight guy in a dumpy looking suit who sneers at me and says, “Good luck moving in before Christmas. And welcome to Marks, Sanchez & Reed, where the newest associates are obviously the least priority.”

  “Don’t pay Steven any mind,” Sandy says, rolling her eyes. “He’s a senior associate who’s not going to make partner. He’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

  She walks away without saying goodbye or telling me what I’m supposed to do now. I sit down on the pathetic excuse of a computer chair and try not to look as dejected as I feel.

  Today is supposed to be my fresh start. My bright new beginning.

  I’ve dumped the ex, started a new job and vowed to live a more fulfilling and exciting life. Which includes having sex for the first time ever.

  I try to turn on the computer but it won’t start up no matter how many times I make the attempt. Out of embarrassment, I was trying to ignore the bustling people walking past me but now I realize that no one else even seems to know or care that I exist.

  The first day of my new job is supposed to be the scary and exciting part but as I sit and stare at the obviously defunct computer, it dawns on me that I had no reason to shiver when I first got here. Nothing noteworthy is happening today.

  I can’t believe that just a few minutes ago I arrived for my first day as an associate lawyer, bright- eyed, bushy- tailed, ready to learn and eager to please, only to find out that there’s no room for me.

  Sure, I’ve heard rumors about associate life. Every law student does. When you’re a clerk, still in law s
chool but working for the firm over the summer, the partners wine and dine you, anxious for your commitment to work for them if you’re lucky enough to get a permanent offer.

  I’d spent my summer clerkship at a different firm— almost, but not quite as, reputable as Marks. The first law firm had made me an offer to be a permanent associate after graduation, but I worked my ass off during my third year of law school and I’d gotten my GPA up to Marks caliber.

  Even though I’d achieved my goal of getting an associate offer at the best firm in Albuquerque, now I’m wondering if I’d only won some kind of booby prize. The lack of respect sure seems to take a nose dive for those moving from the summer clerk level to the new associate level.

  Someone walks by and dumps a bunch of files on my desk and then says, “Oh, you’re not the new assistant?”

  I look up to see an older woman in horn-rimmed glasses with her hair pulled up into a bun. I blink and realize I recognize her from my interview. It’s Gloria O’Malley, one of the equity partners.

  I stand up, flattered that she’s talking to me.

  “Ms. O’Malley, I’m the new associate lawyer—“

  “Oh, I was looking for the new assistant,” she says, barely looking down her nose at me. “I think her name is Melinda, which caused some confusion. When she gets here, ask her to start sorting these files alphabetically, will you?”

  She walks off in the same direction that Sandy had, leaving me to stare in disbelief at the mountain of files discarded on my desk.

  Wow.

  So this is how it works now.

  I guess this is my introduction to life as a law firm associate. And apparently I have a lot to learn— even if it’s how to be ignored and do nothing all morning.