Bad Boss: An Office Romance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“Kelsey, don’t forget Mr. Craft takes his coffee black.”I offered a pleasant nod toward the intern who’s been here for only six weeks. She threw a wink and tossed her pin straight blonde hair my way, then swayed her nearly six-foot perfect frame toward the conference room.My smile quickly flipped to a frown, holding in my eye roll to the best of my ability. I had been in this reception chair for almost two years, way longer than I’d planned. Knowing how my thick-head of a boss takes his coffee was a given.Another few interns my age pranced after her, their clothing precise and professional to fit their well-kept bodies. My brand new shift dress didn’t quite have the same effect when walking past any warm blooded males like theirs did. Maybe I was stuck behind the reception desk because my confidence wasn’t like theirs, or because Mr. Craft had a particular eye for his interns.Who all happened to be tall, thin, and beautiful.I was lucky to be chosen for the program at the most su

Craft didn’t take his attention away from his screen. “Thanks, Leslie. You can head home for the day.” His dismissal was curt, and the young intern attempted not to look crushed. She looked well put-together, but that still didn’t mean anything. I’d seen many girls leave his office still in one piece, but sporting the glow one can only get from an orgasm.Leslie waited for Mr. Craft to turn and acknowledge her leaving, but he never took his focus from his screen. She lifted her chin as she walked by me, her emerald green eyes sparkling as if she was in a higher place than I was. I gave her as pleasant of a smile as I could in passing.Craft rolled in his chair to a stack of papers, thumbing through them while I stood like a moron in the threshold of his office.“Are you ready to go over the presentation for tomorrow?” I finally asked, stepping into his room and directly across from his shiny black desk. His jacket was off and draped over his chair. One hand was on his forehead while

His hands quickly latched onto my thighs, grasping underneath the hem of my dress. My breath whooshed from my chest in a rush, my hands still clinging to his hair as he lifted me onto the desk, knocking the laptop to the ground in the process. He spread my legs apart and hiked my dress to my hips, nestling his groin comfortably between them. My eyes went wide. His arousal was pressed to the thin panty covering my mound. My hips bucked forward against my will, begging for friction. I shouldn’t have wanted him so badly, and I most definitely shouldn’t have given into the sensation, but the quick pulse below my waist begged to differ. It was filled with a need, aching for the longing burst of release it hadn’t had in too long of a time.Craft’s lip twitched in satisfaction, his own hips grinding. The palm of his hand snaked to my lower back, holding me in place. “Don’t pretend we don’t have the same thoughts about each other,” he breathed across my cheek. “Don’t deny this.”My eyes roll

My chest heaved while I scurried down the steps and to the women’s bathroom on the floor below us. He wouldn’t find me there, not that he’d come looking for me. I held my hand over my heart, feeling it race with each step.I flew into the bathroom, setting both hands on the sink and stared into the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, and my eyes were wide, a sparkle twinkling in them that wasn’t typically there. Did I just let my boss get me off? Put me on my hands and knees on his conference table and screw me from behind? Then escaped before he could come?My legs twitched between my thighs, remember how perfect he felt inside of me. I closed my eyelids, willing myself not to reminisce about him taking advantage of me.But he didn’t take advantage, I let him kiss me, I’d undone his pants, not him. Could he hold this against me? Surely not legally. I’d be the one who could file a complaint. I’d never do that though; I was just as guilty in the situation as he was. We’re both adults, and

My lip twitched, my newfound confidence growing inside of me and giving me courage. “I don’t think I’m the one who’s going to get into trouble.”He tilted his head, his jaw tightening. Such a sexy jaw… “What exactly are you implying, Ms. Neely?”The mood shifted, quickly crossing from work bickering into subtle flirting. Our energy was beginning to crackle between us, the room seeming smaller than it really was. The desire was there, blatantly poking each of us to leap over his desk and go at it. My chest was heaving, willing me to make a move, yet my heels were anchored to the hardwood floor just outside of his office.He took the initiative, smoothly standing tall and gliding easily on his feet around his desk toward me. My breathing picked up its pace, anxious for what he was going to do. Turning and running home would have been the smart thing to do, but I was drawn to him, a dangerous magnet that would shock me when I touched it.He was in my face now, so close that if I tilted m