by Jamie Knight
Under My Boss’s Desk
Office Romance Collection with New Novella
Under Him 4
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
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This collection contains Under His Watchful Eye, Below Deck and a brand new never before published book, Under His Suit.
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Table of Contents
Under His Watchful Eye
Chapter One – Liam
Chapter Two – Anna
Chapter Three – Liam
Chapter Four – Anna
Chapter Five – Anna
Chapter Six – Liam
Chapter Seven – Anna
Chapter Eight – Liam
Chapter Nine – Anna
Chapter Ten – Liam
Epilogue – Anna
Below Deck
Chapter One - Carrie
Chapter Two - Max
Chapter Three - Max
Chapter Four - Carrie
Chapter Five - Carrie
Chapter Six - Carrie
Chapter Seven - Max
Chapter Eight - Carrie
Chapter Nine - Carrie
Chapter Ten - Max
Epilogue
Under His Suit
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Sneak Peek of Under My Boss’s Orders
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Under His Watchful Eye
Love Under Lockdown, Book 13
A series of standalone quarantine romance books.
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
All rights reserved.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
Chapter One – Liam
I must have spent three years trying to get her attention- Three and a quarter if I am being exact.
I have tried calling her to my office for the pettiest of things, finding small mistakes that would force us to spend more time together, trying to make her heckles rise, even finding small faults in her work. What have I gotten throughout the years? Pure indifference.
She always does whatever I tell her to without a single complaint and then goes back to bury herself in her computers, or papers, or presentations again. It is like nothing can ever get to her in her little world.
What she doesn’t know is that her indifference has made me both hate and love her all the more. She has always managed to make me hate her a little for her inability to feel emotions, and love her more thanks to fantasizing what it would be like to entice her out of the little world in her head.
Yet now Anna Mallon is doing what feels a lot like flirting with me.
Her eyes are looking straight at the camera fixed on her home desk, looking so cheeky that I want to kiss the little smirk off her lips. She looks so innocent yet so naughty that I want to do all sorts of wicked pleasurable things to her.
Right as I look, she reaches with her index finger to swipe the beaded red dot on top of her chest and brings it up to show me. She must know I am watching because she is holding her index finger to the camera.
Fuck.
When I told her that she had something on her chest some minutes ago, I was expecting the usual indifference. This was nothing like I expected, but in this case, I am glad to be disappointed.
I want to know what is going to happen next, but my eyes can’t stop looking at the very impressive cleavage she has put on full display. Very unlike the usual grey or brown high cut official blouses, but again, I am not exactly complaining. I am holding my breath waiting to see what she will do next, when she does something most uncharacteristic of her.
The little minx smears the jam on her lips, staining them red before licking it off slowly. She has me on the edge of my seat and I just about cum my pants off when she lets off a little moan the minute she tastes the jam.
My hands come up to cover my eyes as I groan into the back of my hand.
She knows what she’s doing.
She has to know what she is doing to me.
I’m about to call her and order her to be at my house in the next ten minutes when the phone rings. I rub my face again before shutting off Anna’s camera screen and picking up the phone.
“Liam Thorne. Speak!” I bark into the phone.
There is a pause before the other side responds, “This is Michael from IT, Sir.”
I feel a little bad for the guy. He has nothing to do with my impatient mood, yet I am taking it out on him. Letting out a deep breath, I soften my tone.
“Talk to me, Mikey.”
I hear him clear his throat before he continues, “My team and I have been poking around, and we have confirmed that there must be a mole inside our company.”
Thorne Tech has been experiencing a number of hits in the form of leaked out information in the past three months. While the breach is not that extensive yet, it has been costing us money and our stock has gone down.
That is why, as a precaution, we started monitoring all employees who have might have access to important information under the guise of making sure all our employees are working the hours they are supposed to be working during the pandemic period, in which they are all quarantined and working from home.
It is also the reason I have access to Anna’s desk camera.
“How can you be so sure?” I ask.
Is that my voice? Because it sounds a little distracted, even to me.
“Because nobody could have known about our buying Brown Tech except for those inside our company.”
Makes sense. But then again, we have been thinking the same thing all along. It doesn’t seem to be a new development. I hate for my time to be wasted but I try not to sound too curt to Mikey, who is a good guy just trying to do his job.
“Okay, then, let me know if there is more. In the meanwhile, go over everyone’s records and activities for the past twenty days. Anything that is useful, let me know.”
There is another pause, before he says, “That could take a while.”
“Do it.”
I hang up the phone and my fingers go straight to my hair.
It is not the first time our company has had a saboteur, nor will it be the last. We deal in new tech and of course there are people who want to get their hands on it before it is even out there. But this is the first time we haven’t caught it early and that is worrying me.
I need a distraction so badly before I go into overthinking mode and this entire pandemic is making things even harder. I am about to go raiding the liquor for a shot of whiskey or two when my brain shuts down completely.
Right there on my screen is a message.
A simple ‘Hey there.’
The first message I have ever received from Anna.
She has worked in my company for three years and I have done everything I could to get her attention d
uring each and every one of those years. All she has done during that time is ignore my very existence.
For three years I wanted her to look at me like I looked at her, to notice me. But she never did.
I always thought she didn’t like me. I mean, apart from “yes, sir,” “no, sir,” and “right away, sir,” there are not many other words I have ever heard from her until today. Her message sounds so casual and so unlike her.
Despite my good sense, I find myself typing back to her.
“Hey yourself.”
Seconds tick by and I still sit there glued to my screen. An email or two come in about work and I answer them quickly and absentmindedly before returning to our Skype screen. She is online, but she is saying nothing.
After an entire minute has passed, there are three dots on the screen to show that she is typing something. So, I wait.
And I wait.
And I wait some more.
Nothing comes through.
I find myself typing something I might regret.
“You look different today.”
After I send it, I read it and wonder how she might interpret my message. Will she view me like a stalker of some sort? Will she…
“Did you like what I was wearing?”
I find myself nodding and smiling like an idiot before I realize she cannot see me.
“I really do,” I type to her, then decide to throw caution to the wind and add, “You look too sexy for words.”
There is silence again from her end so I quickly add, “Can I call you?”
I might have taken things too far on that one, because she quickly answers with, “Please don’t.”
My face just about falls at how fast she says no before she adds again, “My boss is monitoring me to make sure I work all the hours I should be working.”
I see what she’s doing there. Playing games with me. I love it. It makes me want to teach her a lesson so that I can win the game. My cock gets very hard at the thought.
“Besides, I am blushing so badly right now that I might choke on my own words,” she adds.
Before I think more about it, I find myself typing back, “Why is that?”
“Because crushes have a way of rendering us useless, Sir.”
It is stupid. Of course it is stupid that her simple sentence brings a smile back to my face.
She likes me.
Anna Mallon has a crush on me.
“Then I won’t call you. YET.”
She sends me a smiley face, then logs off right as I scramble for the camera screen to focus on her.
I can’t help wondering to myself: Why now?
I wish I was strong enough to spoil it by asking her this question. But even though I’m usually a strong, take charge guy, when it comes to Anna Mallon, I am weak and greedy.
I am weak because I don’t want to scare her away and spoil this flirty side of her, but I am also greedy because I want her under me, on top of me and beside me on every surface of my house. I want to put my hard cock into her wet pussy and fuck her like she has never been fucked before.
As I look at her delicate features and her grinning face, I know.
With her first simple message, Anna just gave me an opening, and I know I won’t stop until I have her.
And I am a greedy bastard because for three years, I have wanted her. I never thought I could have her but I didn’t ever stop wanting her.
Now that she has made it known that she wants me too, I won’t stop until I am buried so deep inside her that she won’t be able to get me out.
Chapter Two – Anna
Have you ever felt like you were living on a rainbow?
Or felt so good that you would do anything to keep feeling?
That is how I feel each time I’m chatting with Liam Thorne after work. During the quarantine period, we’ve almost fallen into a routine where we work all day and chat with each other after work about anything and everything.
In this time, we’ve talked about everything from our feelings for each other, to work, to music, to dreams. Our conversations have been both deep and general and I couldn’t be happier, but I can’t shake the feeling that Liam is being careful with me.
Not even once have we talked about anything that hints at sex.
Why is that?
I don’t know.
We have had a crush on each other for quite a while. He has confessed to having a crush on me right from the start, and I would be lying if I said I haven’t wanted him for just as long. But I was very careful to guard my feelings and not let on.
The office setting would have prevented any affair we could have had because we are all like a close knit family, but now that we are in a quarantine period, we can do what we want and nobody will notice. In our computer screens, we are not a boss and one of his employees anymore. We are just a man and a woman who like each other.
So, forgive me if I am wrong, but is there any liking between a man and a woman that doesn’t come with wanting each other?
I like him so much that I don’t want to spoil it before I know what this is budding into. But when you have spent the last three years with the boss of your boss starring in every one of your X-rated fantasies, isn’t it normal to wanted to star in your real-life X-rated moments as well?
I settle at my desk, wondering if I should tell him about the conflicting feelings in my head, but he beats me to it. There is an email from Liam Thorne, CEO of Thorne Technologies.
Before the pandemic struck, we spoke entirely on email and it was always work related. During the entire time we have been in quarantine though, Liam has never sent me an email.
The contents of it are simple:
From- Liam Thorne
Subject- Mistaken Project
Date- 5/14/2020
To- Anna Mallon
On behalf of the marketing department, you were supposed to send me marketing research on the take of millennials on project Winfare.
Why then am I looking at an acquisition report on Carl Tech?
Liam Thorne,
CEO, Thorne Technologies.
I read it, then re-read it again before it finally sinks in. Hurriedly, I check the file I sent him, and sure enough, there is an acquisition report staring right at me. Quickly, I type back, feeling a little deflated. He sounds so official.
From- Anna Mallon
Subject- Mistaken project
Date- 5/14/2020
To- Liam Thorne
I could not apologize enough for making such an obvious mistake, Sir.
I will send you the research report right away. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know.
Anna Mallon,
VP marketing, Thorne Technologies.
I hurry to send him the file and wait for anything else he might say. I am still waiting a few moments later. But he instead answers via the messaging feature in Skype.
“Do you really want to make it up to me?” he asks.
I am feeling so guilty and disappointed in myself that it doesn’t strike me that he hadn’t sent that on email.
“I really do. I will even stay up late and try to curb the damage if there is any I have caused,” I answer.
My mind is telling me I might be doing extra work tonight. It is what he has always had me do each time there was a mistake on my part in the past.
“My secretary has already taken care of it,” he responds.
I breathe out in relief, but another text comes in, “But there is something I will need you to do for me.”
“Anything, Sir.”
There are three dots and then, “Let me video call you.”
I would be lying if I said I haven’t wanted that as well. It has been a while since I saw him, and I miss him.
So, before can I change my mind, I tell him, “Alright with me.”
There is a pause that makes me worry before he texts something that robs me of my next breath.
“Will you strip for me?”
I a
m probably crazy because there is a sharp jolt of desire that shoots through my lower belly, making me gasp.
Holy shit.
Here I’d been complaining to myself about how I want more and this is what I get? Before he changes his mind and starts taking things slow again, my fingers type out:
“I will.”
Six o’clock finds me still sitting in front of my desk with my laptop right in front of me. Thank goodness the day is over because my mind is shutting down to all productivity and opening up to the world of possibilities.
My freshly showered hair is still a little wet, I have on a layer of light make up and I’m wearing a sheer dress that probably shows more than it hides. Beneath it, I have on a lace bra, and matching red panties. I want to look sexy, so I have on a pair of the sexiest shoes in my closet- black leather heels.
Throwing caution to the wind, I turn on the music to some track by Controlla, open my Skype window, and video call him myself. I started this so I might as well keep it going.
He may not know it, but I have fantasized a lot about Liam over the years, and what being with him would be like. You see, while Liam has been the one pushing me at work all these years, it was always me seducing him in my fantasies.
I have a lot of fodder for this flame. The question is, will he like it?
He answers almost immediately, and I freeze.
On a normal day, Liam is attractive enough to make a woman stop thinking. Today, Liam looks good enough to cause an accident.
He is seated on what looks like an executive chair, spotting a slight shadow of a beard on his chin. His hair looks a little mussed up and my fingers twitch a little, making me want to run them through his hair.
It looks a little longer than his normal tidy cut, but I think I like it even more this way. His blue eyes rake me up and down as I slowly stand up and move away from the computer, looking almost glued to me.