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Crossing The Line

Author: Simply_B
last update publish date: 2026-09-08 17:39:46

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.

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  • Hooked on My Boss   Crossing The Line

    MERETHow did he know my shoe size?That was the first question that crossed my mind as I slipped my feet into the gold heels.The second was considerably more concerning.Why did they fit perfectly?I stared at my feet.Then at the dress.Then at the jewelry.Then back at my feet.This man had somehow managed to select my exact size without asking me a single question.That wasn't romantic.That was...Actually, no.It was extremely romantic.Which was the problem.I turned toward the mirror.Well.Shit.The woman staring back at me looked like she belonged in a five-star restaurant beside a billionaire.Not at home beside her husband.The burgundy satin hugged my body in all the right places. The gold heels lengthened my legs, while the jewelry caught the light every time I moved.Adrian hadn't missed a single detail.I hated how much I loved it.My eyes drifted toward the table.My wedding ring sat exactly where I'd left it.For one fleeting second, I considered putting it back on.

  • Hooked on My Boss   Crossing The Line

    MERETNietzsche wrote:"There is always some madness in love."Nietzsche never said anything about lust.If he had, I think he would've called it far more dangerous.Because love makes you stupid.Lust makes you reckless.And whatever was happening between me and my boss?That was both.I barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, Adrian was there.His voice.His hands.That look in his eyes when he'd told me he wanted me.And then there was Bay York.Three days.Seventy-two hours.Just him and me.The thought should've terrified me.Instead, it made my stomach flutter.I checked the time on my phone for what had to be the twentieth time.2:17 a.m.I was still awake.2:43.Still awake.3:06.Absolutely hopeless.At some point, I stopped pretending I was going to sleep and started mentally packing.Three days didn't require much.A few dresses. Business clothes. Toiletries. Underwear.And enough common sense to survive being alone with Adrian Beaumont.Unfortunately, common

  • Hooked on My Boss   Crossing The Line

    MERETYou never truly appreciate your own capacity for hypocrisy until your life depends on it.One second, my head was tipped back, and I was losing my mind against the marble island. The next, Adrian had disengaged with the speed of a seasoned criminal, and I was smoothing down my dress like a Sunday school teacher.I sprinted out of the kitchen, my bare feet slipping slightly against the polished hardwood as I hurried toward the entryway.I rounded the archway just as Ethan was unlacing his shoes.Act normal.Breathe.You are a wife who loves her husband.You are not a lying, unfaithful mess."You're back, babe." My voice came out breathless.Ethan looked up, his brow furrowing instantly as his eyes settled on my face. "Are you okay? Your face is beet red.""I—"My voice caught, producing a raspy, pathetic sound that I quickly disguised with a cough."I'm fine. Just..." I swallowed. "I think I'm coming down with something."The lie slipped past my lips before my brain could even ve

  • Hooked on My Boss   Crossing The Line

    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

  • Hooked on My Boss   Crossing The Line

    MERET Running away gets a bad reputation. People call it running from your problems. But what if your problem has a corner office, a tailored suit, and a habit of pressing you against mahogany tables? In that case, running isn't an escape. It's mercy. It's the only civilized choice left when you've proven you can't trust yourself around him. If you can't trust yourself in the room, you change the room. You draft a resignation letter. You delete the number. You pretend the last six months were nothing more than a fever dream you somehow survived. "Nmmm... fuck!" Ethan's muscles tensed for three brief seconds before he finally went still. He immediately rolled onto his back, gasping for air as though he'd just run a marathon. "Whoa," he panted, wiping the sheen of sweat from his forehead. I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling fan and waiting for the inevitable script. Let me guess. That was gre

  • Hooked on My Boss   Crossing The Line

    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

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