Chapter 1: Bent over my boss deskAt twenty-five, I was his executive assistant, disposable if things went wrong; he was twenty-nine, the untouchable CEO. HR policies screamed termination, if a boss and employee have a thing. But his hand was already under my skirt, ripping my lace panties down my thighs."You've been a fucking tease," he snarled, his mouth crashing onto mine, our teeth clashing, and his tongue forcing deep into my mouth, devouring it. His stubble scraped my skin raw as he bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood, the copper tang mixing with his whiskey breath. I moaned into him, my nails raking down his shirt, popping buttons.He spun me roughly, slamming me chest-down over the desk, my breasts crushing against scattered reports, and my nipples hardening painfully against the glass. My skirt bunched at my waist; his palm landed across my as…it was sharp, burning slaps that echoed, reddening my ass cheek instantly. "This ass in those tight skirts, parading it for m
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