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
Seducing Miss Sinclair (7)Her fingers pressed into my folds, spreading the mess I’d been holding back since the moment I saw her drop her panties. I was drenched, throbbing, and ready to explode.She teased me, her fingertips gliding through my slit, circling my clit without mercy.“You’re soaked,” she whispered.“You haven’t even started yet,” I breathed. “I want you to make me cum with those pretty fingers.”I reached behind her head, pulling her back to my chest, guiding her lips to my nipple again while her hand stroked me below. Her mouth suckled hard while her fingers slipped inside, and I knew then that she was going to ruin me.Sinclair didn’t say a word. Her mouth stayed locked on my nipple, her tongue teasing it in circles while her fingers slipped between my legs and sank deep inside me. The moment she entered me, I let out a breathless moan. I was so wet her fingers made soft, obscene sounds as they slid in and out of my aching pussy.Every stroke made my thighs tremble.
Seducing Miss Sinclair (6)As I leaned forward and took her gorgeous tits in my mouth, my hands slid down the curve of her waist and over the round, tight cheeks of her ass.I squeezed, letting my fingers dig into her soft skin as she moaned under my touch. I couldn’t get enough of the way she trembled for me. But I had more plans for that perfect body.Reluctantly, I released her nipples, my lips trailing a hot, open-mouthed path down her stomach. I paused to circle her navel with my tongue, just to hear her breath hitch, and then I kept going lower.I wanted it all. I slipped off the couch and dropped to my knees, pressing a kiss just above the crease of her hip, where her faint tan line teased me with the contrast.The scent hit me first. Her pussy was flushed and dripping with raw need. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with her sweet, musky arousal. Then I opened my mouth and dragged my tongue through her folds.“Fuck,” Sinclair moaned, her voice shaking with pleasure as I began