Hooked on My Boss

MERET "Harder, Meret. Tell me you want it." The voice was low, thick with a gravelly friction that vibrated straight through the crown of my head to the small of my back. "Does your husband have any idea what you dream about while sleeping next to him?" His thumb dragged across my lower lip, slick with my own breath, before his weight pinned me back against the leather. Broad hands. Merciless grip. The sharp tang of expensive sandalwood and dark whiskey filled every corner of my lungs. "He has no clue what I'm about to do to you." I gasped, arching up to meet the punishing rhythm of his hips— My eyes snapped open. A cool breeze cut through the bedroom blinds like a harsh, unwelcome glare. Next to me lay my husband, deeply asleep. There were no heavy hands. No leather desk. Just the lingering ache of an unsatisfied pulse between my thighs. Fuck. Six months. Six whole months of waking up tangled in the same sheets, flushed, breathless, and pathetic. Most mar

MERET Oscar Wilde once wrote: "The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it." If that was true... Then I was in serious trouble. Because I had exactly two choices. Walk away. Or destroy everything I'd spent the last three years building. The terrifying part was that my body seemed determined to make the choice for me. Stop staring. Take your eyes off his cock. Walk away, Meret. What's the worst that could happen besides getting fired? Beaumont Global Holdings wasn't the only company in the country. I was twenty-seven years old. I could find another job. ...Couldn't I? But what if Adrian Beaumont decided to make my life a living hell? What if he made me pay for watching him in the bathroom? What if he told people about it? The questions crashed into one another, each one louder than the last, until I could barely hear myself think. Adrian watched me in silence, his dark eyes fixed on my face as if he could see every frantic thought t

ADRIAN People like to pretend obsession arrives all at once. It doesn't. It begins quietly. A glance that lingers a second too long. A voice that stays with you long after you've forgotten everyone else's. A woman who walks into your office for a job interview wearing a navy blazer one size too big because she couldn't afford one that actually fit. That was the day I met Meret Sterling. I should've hired someone else. Instead, I hired her. Not because she gave the best interview. Not because she had the strongest résumé. I hired her because I couldn't stop looking at her. There was something about Meret that fascinated me. Something I couldn't quite explain. So I started noticing the little things. The way she forced a smile to hide her nerves. The way she kept twisting the wedding ring on her finger whenever I asked a question she hadn't rehearsed. The way her eyes searched my face, trying to figure out what I was thinking. After I hired her, I

MERET How could I possibly be alright, Sarah? My boss had just driven two fingers into my pussy on a high-gloss mahogany boardroom table, made me scream loud enough to wake the dead, licked my slickness off his hand like it was fine dining, and then tried to unbutton his pants before I slapped him across the face. My thighs were still trembling, my underwear was ruined, and I could still feel the echo of my orgasm pulsing between my legs. But sure. I was doing great. Just another productive Tuesday morning at the office. I forced a bright smile onto my face. "Fine," I said, adjusting the binder in my arms. "Just waiting for Mr. Beaumont to finish approving the deck." My eyes drifted toward Adrian, who still stood by the doorway. His expression was as smooth and unreadable as polished marble, but the tight flex of his jaw betrayed the storm brewing beneath the surface. He was furious. Who wouldn't be? I hadn't meant to slap

MERETWell.This was awkward.I'd imagined several possible reactions to seeing Adrian Beaumont again.Anger.Fear.Maybe even relief that I'd finally escaped him.What I hadn't imagined was opening my front door and finding him standing there like a man who had every right to be in my home.He looked annoyingly composed.I, on the other hand, was one heartbeat away from slamming the door in his face.Which, considering our history, was probably the safest option.So naturally, I didn't."How do you know where I live?" I demanded, keeping the door between us like a shield."Your address is on your personnel file, Meret. Right under your emergency contact." He tilted his head, his gaze dropping briefly to my bare collarbone. "Did you think I wouldn't check?""I didn't know you had started taking such a personal interest in human resources," I rasped."Only when the resource is worth the trip," he murmured. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"I swallowed hard before stepping aside.Adri