All Chapters of The Night My Boss Owned Me: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SeleneHis fingers are pure magic. The way he knows exactly where to touch me. Exactly how to touch me like my body was made for him. As I come down from my orgasm I hear the pilot say something, but I’m too high to hear. I can feel every inch of my DNA pulsating from his connection. This man is unadulterated trouble. The very best kind. “We are now free to walk around.” Rowan whispers in my ear. My eyes flutter open. Looking out the window, I can see now that we are above the clouds. “How did you do that?” I ask breathlessly. “I just know what your body needs. That’s all.” “Then this shouldn’t surprise you at all.” I unlock my seat belt and straddle him. Facing him as I reach between us to free his hardened erection in his slacks. He begins unbuttoning my blouse, ripping it from my body. Pulling my breasts free from the lace cup bra I’m wearing. I raise my body, leaning into him. He takes a breast in each hand, squeezing them roughly. Just how I like it, taking m

Selene“Logan seems like a really awesome girl.” I tell Rowan as we head from the conference. It was a really nice day of sessions and networking. I cannot believe how much money the Cannes Lion organization put out for this. Then when I saw that our VIP tickets were over ten thousand dollars I almost passed out. I mean who in their right mind would spend that kind of money like that. I can tell you who. Not anyone who grew up poor like I did. It was just my mother and I. My father was in and out of our lives but never a good man. It was as if he showed up around tax return time to get what he thought he deserved for helping produce me. That was the one time I knew I would see my father. Any other time through the year was purely a surprise. Never a good surprise. He showed up when I started working my first job. He saw me at the grocery store and had to come around two weeks later just to ask for money. Then he and my mother would flip my room until they found where I hid my mon

SeleneNothing like meeting your new mother-in-law while trying your best to defile their son. Not just that but the only son she has that was wed without her being present. Now I have agreed to a whole new wedding with her in charge of it. Honestly, I would say anything to get in the good graces of his mom. It would be nice to have a mother figure who wants to be a healthy part of my life. Really, how can I tell her no when I was just trying to have sex with her son on her own yacht that I now see is called ‘Le Fils’ which is my son in French. I have really have got to pay more attention. One more slips up and I wont even ask Rowan to rescue me on my next kidnapping. I will simply accept my fate and hope it is one of those hot book kidnappers from that dark romance that Ivy is always trying to get me to read. “Well just know that I am here and ready. I have your information and I will message you. I hope to see you both before you leave back to New York.” Margaret tells us as sh

SeleneIt’s been three days now in Nice, France and we are finally done with the convention. When it comes to what we have been up to it involves a lot of meetings. Rubbing elbows with other ad giants around the world oh yes and sex. A lot of sex. I honestly don’t know what happened. Somewhere along the course of this trip and all the sex we had been having, Rowan changed. He is more demanding of me in bed. He is insatiable. Especially after the seminar he led. Seeing him lead a conversation on how to produce million-dollar ads was riveting. Walking across the stage with his black slacks on that are perfectly tailored to his chiseled body. His broad chest that I truly felt like evert woman was lusting over. I swear I even saw a few men drooling. It was the accent. That bloody British accent that sent them all over the edge. Weirdly though I was more turned on at the idea of them appreciating something that is mine. All mine. I was so turned on when he finished, I gave him a blow

RowanI swear I love the way she smiles. I love everything about her. But I also feel like sometimes too much happens too soon around me. Especially when it comes to her. Our connection. Our off chances of meeting each other. There is something in her. Just beneath the surface that she is always holding back. There are layers to this woman. Layers she is not willing to share. Surprising her with a train ride was easy. I listen to her before I fall asleep every night. She goes on and on with all these childhood stories. The good ones. Its always just the good ones. She told me how she would read so much as a child. That she loved those choose your own adventure books where she could come up with her own story. Changing it to whatever she wanted. She also mentioned the dream of traveling through Europe with a back pack and a passport. Though I don’t have time to give her all of that, I can give her the train ride. The way her eyes lit up. She is someone who hasn’t been tainted