The Boss Made Me Moan (6)His hand smoothed over my ass, then slipped lower. Not quite touching, but close enough to make me pant.“This doesn’t feel like someone who wants me to stop,” he murmured near my ear.“Dwayne…” I whispered, my breath shaky. “You’re my boss.”“And yet,” he said as his fingers hooked into the sides of my panties, “you’re wet as fuck.”He peeled them down to my knees. My breath caught. Shame and heat collided in my chest.“You didn’t follow the rules, Mia. I warned you what would happen.”I could’ve stopped him. I could’ve said no. But my body was already trembling, my nipples hard, my thighs pressed together like I could hide how turned on I was. I hated that he was right.His hand came down again, but softer now. A tease.“I want to hear you say it,” he said, voice low. “Say you defied me.”I swallowed hard. “I didn’t follow your instructions.”He gripped my ass, firmly and possessively. “And?”“I… I deserve to be punished.”“Good girl.” He leaned down, his b
The Boss Made Me Moan (5)My chest burned with humiliation. What the hell was wrong with Dwayne? After all the professional talk, and right after he had promised to keep a polite distance…why did he switch up on me? This? This was what he pulled?I stared at the shirt. It was low cut and way too short in a way that barely covered anything. There was no way I was wearing just that to bed.Had he planned this? Had he known about the bed? Had he used it to set this up?My hands were shaking, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want to cause a scene, not yet. He was still my boss, and he was still on a work call and in control.But if he thought I was going to blindly obey, he had no idea who he was messing with.I sat there fuming, waiting for him to finish, plotting exactly what I’d say once he hung up.But he didn’t hang up. Not for a long time.~~~~I waited. For over an hour, I laid there stewing in silence, exhausted and pissed while Dwayne rambled on with whoever was on the other end of
The Boss Made Me Moan. (4)I didn’t want to cry. But I did. I sat at the edge of that tiny bed, my hands covering my face, and let the guilt bleed out of me. I hated that part of me wanted something to go wrong. I hated that my body reacted to Dwayne the way it did. And I hated that Tim was back home, caring for our sick daughter, while I was here. I wiped my face roughly and stood. I needed to get this fixed. Fast. I made my way to the main building and walked directly to the front desk. My tone wasn’t polite. It was tight and clipped, teetering between panic and rage."I need to speak to your manager. Now."The receptionist's eyes widened slightly, but she complied. A few minutes later, a man in a blazer and khakis emerged from a side office."Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm the property manager. Is there a problem with your room?""Yes. A very big one. I'm here on business with Redbridge. My boss and I were assigned a room, for company reasons only, strictly professional. I am married.
The Boss Made Me Moan (3)Dwayne ended the call with a long, annoyed sigh. His eyes locked onto mine, his jaw tight.“Think they sounded urgent enough?” he asked. I nodded, exhaling slowly. “Yeah. So they want it finalized within the hour?”“Exactly.” He glanced at his watch. “We’ve got forty-five minutes to get it done. Please tell me you managed to talk to your husband.”I shook my head. “No. I tried last night, and again this morning. Sarah’s sick, and Tim’s been at the hospital with her. It’s been a mess.”He leaned back slightly, concern flashed across his face. “Shit. Is she alright?”“I think it’s just a fever, but I haven’t heard anything new yet.”“If you need to head out, don’t even think twice about it. Family comes first. You know that.”“Thanks. But I’m good for now.” I paused, letting the silence stretch for just a second too long. Then I said it. “Go ahead and put us in the same room. It’s fine.”His eyebrows lifted. “You’re sure? I don’t want to stir anything up with
The Boss Made Me Moan (2)At home that evening, chaos swallowed any chance of a conversation.Our daughter Sarah was sick and clingy. Dinner was rushed and cleanup took forever. By the time the kids were in bed, I finally sat next to Tim on the couch, heart in my throat.“I need to talk to you about something at work,” I said. My hands fidgeted with the hem of my shirt.Tim turned toward me, eyebrows raised. “Everything okay?”“Yes. It’s just... there’s an issue with the retreat. A rooming problem, actually.”He didn’t get the chance to respond. Sarah cried out upstairs, followed by the unmistakable sound of vomiting. We both shot up and ran.By the time we got her cleaned, comforted, and back in bed, it was past nine. I felt that window closing, but I was determined to try again.Then the phone rang. It was my grandmother calling, and she sounded weak. I couldn’t ignore it, so I told Tim I was heading out and drove straight to her place.I got back two hours later, drained and tired.
MIA'S POV•••••••••This is how I ended up in a cabin with my boss.For the past month, the atmosphere at Redbridge Creative had been tense. Ever since we were acquired by Stratton Global, layoffs had been coming in waves. People packed their desks quietly. Doors shut behind them and didn’t reopen.I sat at my desk pretending to focus, but I had already watched too many people clear out. I was one of the few department heads left, and as Director of Marketing, I was just waiting for my name to be next.Going back to work after raising two kids had been a huge shift. Tim, my husband, supported the move. He transitioned his accounting work to home so he could handle more of the parenting load, and I returned to what I loved: strategy, branding, campaigns. I started in an entry-level role at Redbridge and fought my way up in under a year.Dwayne Cheffon, my boss, had a lot to do with that. He pushed me, gave honest feedback, and never sugarcoated anything. He was firm and focused, and ha