Books About Office Romance Novels & Stories

"What are you reading?" she decided to ask. The beautiful woman walked into the office. Aaron made space between the chair and table so she could sit on his lap. He closed the leather book and placed it on the wood, ending his reading. Granger's office was modern, but it had personal details that the rest of the house did not have. The pictures on the wall had color and life. The portraits on the table recalled happy moments with his mother. It was as if, unlike any other room, this one was special.

His assistant was still standing there, watching us carefully. I smirked slightly. “Well, this explains a lot” I said casually and Michael frowned. “What does that mean?” I nodded toward his office. “You have office romance going on and you didn’t tell me?” His eyes widened instantly. “What?” His assistant coughed awkwardly behind him and Michael turned slightly red. “There’s no office romance.” “Really?” “Really.” “That’s disappointing.” Ramon stepped out of the office then, clearly uncomfortable but curious enough to stay close. Michael noticed him immediately.

The second I round the corner, Wes from project management strolls out of the breakroom, looking… weirdly startled. “Sloane,” he says. “Wes,” I say, keeping my eyes on the printer as the machine whirs to life. Wes is the same guy who spent a month trying to ask me out before settling for a girl in his own department. Even though office dating is against company policy, which is hilarious, everyone here dates everyone. Someone else steps out from the breakroom behind Wes, adjusting her blouse. Carla. Not Wes’s girlfriend. “Sloane,” Carla says, trying to sound casual even though she’s breathless. “What are you still doing in the office?”

We had been living together for a week. Work. Home. Dates. Late nights at the office together to catch up on work. Usually just the two of us, as the other interns frequently found reasons to bail early. It was probably just as well. Most nights ended with us fucking on his office couch or desk. We were joined at the hip. Always together. I kept waiting for someone to burst my bubble and tell me I was dreaming. "Office romance is strictly forbidden, Mr. Winston," I said coyly, grinning at him while my hands slid down his torso, appreciating the ripples of muscle under my fingers. "We better not get caught," I flirted, turning to straddle him.

Writing it down feels like trying to capture lightning in a bottle, but I must try or I fear the sheer intensity of it will burn me up from the inside. After we left the office, he took me to a posh, clandestine Italian place for dinner. We didn’t speak of what had happened. We didn’t talk about the firm. We didn’t talk about Emma. We talked about books, about the trip to Vienna he took when he was twenty-five, about the wild, stupid things we’d both done and regretted. Back at my apartment, the door had barely clicked shut before he had me pressed against it, his mouth was on mine. It was a collision of hunger and pent-up need that lasted through the night.

"Amber, if you want to kiss me in the afternoon, that's fine with me. To be honest, office romance isn't my thing, but if it makes you happy, I don't see a problem with it." How dare he flirt with me, my God? I detest when he tries to flirt with me, but I don't understand why. When I hear his flirting remarks, butterflies start to flutter all over my body. Office romance? What does he mean? "We are not doing any office romance here. Stop this foolishness by just blinking your eyes." "So tell me, why are your lips on mine?" "No, it's not mine. It's yours. Stop putting your lips so close to mine."

Turns out that Russell fucked me once over his desk in his office and simply couldn’t get enough. Apparently, the whole experience had felt so good that the man wanted a repeat and he was willing to do anything to get it, not that he would have to do much to convince me considering the fact that I was almost just as willing as him…maybe even more so than him. I always considered office romances to be very hot and to think that I was living my own very office romance fantasy was nothing if not surreal. Oh, and the books definitely didn’t lie. Doing the nasty when knowing fully well that there were people close by and there was a high chance of getting caught made the sensations even more heig

“No. A bookstore.” “I could —” “No, seriously…I'm fine. You've done more than enough by keeping me company.” “I'd like to insist. It was a pleasure to explore the intricacies of an office romance with you.” Office romance. Me and Cassian. Stop fucking thinking about him. I should dismiss this kind man and go about my quiet day, but I know that my thoughts will lead right back to the man I shouldn't want, and I'll spiral again. “What books do you like to read?” I ask, watching his lips curl in a small smile.

quotes about their "torrid office romance." My phone buzzed again with another message from Hazel: "There's more! Check these out!" She sent three more links to similar stories. "Media Frenzy: Billionaire CEO-Assistant Relationship Rocks Corporate World" "Office Romance Gone Public: The Risks of Dating the Boss" "Power Imbalance or True Love? The Ethics of Executive-Assistant Relationships" I clicked through each one, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. Relief that none of these were about Alexander and me, but also a creeping sense of dread. This could be us. This could so easily be us.

“I think having a fling with someone in your office would be fun. Sex in random spots? Secret rendezvous? Sounds hot.” I scowled at her. “Didn’t you and Timothy from accounting have a fling?” She frowned and rolled her eyes. “Ugh, he was so not into that. He didn’t even want to hold my hand while we were alone in his office.” “I forgot he couldn’t handle you. Not like a certain barkeep…” I goaded. She wiggled her nose, but eventually grinned. “Was it that obvious on Friday?” I held in my snort. “Yeah, I know when you’ve been hot and bothered. What’s going on with you two?”