All Chapters of Blackmailing the Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My chest expands and my breasts push against my blouse as I stand. The idea that just occurred to me is ludicrous, asinine, and possibly the worst one I've ever had. But other than the possibility of losing my job—oh, and my dignity—it just might work. It might not only show Mr. Duncan Willis that I take my job seriously, but at the same time save me from sitting at the children's table or with a blow-up date at Scarlett's wedding.I square my shoulders, take another deep breath, and turn toward Mr. Willis's office.No longer inhabited by butterflies of lust, my tummy is now filled with bats, like those that explode out of a cave in some old Indiana Jones adventure film. "Come on, Kimbra," I tell myself. "It's now or never."With more determination than I thought possible, I walk toward his office door. My red shoes clip the tile at a fast pace. Despite my quick steps, it's as if the journey takes longer than ever before. In reality, his office is only on the other side of the large r

"Really?" I ask. "We have a friendly work environment, Miss Jones. We encourage our employees to get along. You yourself told me recently that our company has no policy regarding fraternization outside the office."Her boobs heave as she takes a deep breath. "Sir."My dick painfully thickens at the word. I can't stop the image of her calling me that on her knees, like she was at Gaston's...except in my image she's naked."I'm not referring to friendly conversation near the coffee station," she explains, interrupting my thoughts.Amused, I lean back against my desk and cross my arms over my chest. "What exactly are you discussing?"Her cheeks flush. "Sex.""Oh, sex. Well, what happens away from the office—""Not away from the office," she interrupts. "In the office. In the bathroom.""Sex? Are we discussing unwanted advances? Did someone force him- or herself upon another?" Little does she know, that is what happened. Granted, I wasn't exactly fighting her off, but it was her advance.

"A plus-one for one weekend. Got it. Still..." His eyebrows wiggle, as he pushes off the desk. Before I can blink he has one strong hand around my waist and pulls me toward him. "Miss Jones...Kimbra, please clarify for me. Am I hearing you correctly? Your rules include sharing a room at your parents', where they want me to deflower their little girl?"My neck cranes upward as heat fills my cheeks. I try to ignore the way our hips are plastered together. "I'm not a little girl and that flower has already been picked."He pulls me even closer and winks. "Even better. Too much responsibility. Perhaps there are other flowers still available?""Other flowers?"The hand around my waist lowers until it's firmly on my ass. While my mind screams inappropriate, my body craves more. I yearn to turn toward the window, wishing that it is opaque so that this can go further. I inhale deeply, my breasts now rubbing against his chest. "Mr.—"He touches my lips. "Duncan.""What is men's obsession with.

I shrug innocently. "I mean, it's hard to say...but it seemed...""Hard?" She laughs. "I bet the rumors are true. Now tell me why in the world you wouldn't find out?""Because I don't just sleep with someone on the first date.""Well, Miss Prim and Proper, I'll let you know that you will..." Before I can respond, she clarifies, "...sleep with him. Four nights: Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Right? If you never sleep, you'll be pretty damn exhausted.""Fuck!" The word comes out as a sigh and I fall back again. "Yes, in my childhood canopy bed.""And you have dated. The other night you had drinks at Gaston's?""He had a drink. I had water.""Which you drank?"I take a deep breath and lift my head so our eyes meet."So," Shana states as if it were fact, "this isn't your first date. You've known him for nearly three years. You even said you've had fantasies about him. Now you're going to have him all to yourself...sleeping in the same room, the same bed, for four nights." She til

Demanding yet sensual, his kiss is like the sweetest delicacy wrapped in cinnamon goodness. Breathing is forgotten as his tongue joins the assault. Without thought or hesitation, I accept his invasion, opening my mouth and welcoming his addicting taste. His one hand secures me against the wall while the other one wraps around my waist, pulling our hips together.When the elevator stops, Duncan takes a step back. With a sexy glimmer in his eyes, his smile lingers before he wordlessly turns toward the opening doors, leaving my lips bruised, eyes wide, and lungs gasping for breath.Shit, this man can kiss.With little regard for those around us, he places his large hand in the small of my back and guides me through the lobby. With just two kisses, I'm suddenly at this man's disposal. My body moves to his inclination before my mind has time to process.Duncan nods to the doorman as we exit onto the street and move toward the waiting car.Standing beside the car is an older man with a cap.