Boss And Employee Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“If you want to be fucked correctly, Ms. Neely, then you’ll abide by them.” This was how it went in his office. I was Ms. Neely, the naughty employee who lets her boss fuck her. I should have been more upset with his language, but my body loved it. This was where my apprehension stemmed about Craft and my relationship. One moment, he’d talk like we could live happily after, while in his office it was all business, bossing me around even with sex. What if our out of work time turned into this when things got too comfortable?

It was spicy and overly showy, Rosa tried not to sneeze, he really was nothing like axel, It was in that moment that she realised the feelings she was beginning to have for her boss. It was impossible! The world didn’t work like that, only Mills and Boons had people falling in love as quickly as they dropped their knickers. No, she wasn’t in love with Axel but certainly felt something towards him and it frightened Rosa.

“This is straight out of one of those steamy billionaire romance novels you read!” “Yeah, except it’s my life,” I shot back. “And it’s not exactly romantic when your boss is basically blackmailing you into sex.” “Oh, honey,” Gigi said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “This is a whole new level of messy. What did you say?”

If Serena was Boss's girlfriend, things could get complicated. Greg had been in the business world for many years, and he still had the knack for reading people. Serena was not to be messed with. "Gloria, stay away from Serena next time. Her relationship with Boss is quite delicate, possibly his girlfriend." Throughout the years, they had never seen Boss stop for any woman. That day, he actively approached Serena and even made a statement that could be easily misunderstood. Boss's girlfriend? Gloria's heart sank. No wonder Serena dared to be so arrogant; she had just kicked a hornet's nest.

"Yeah, sure, he’s good-looking, but he’s a total playboy. I’m not into that. I want something serious. And let’s not forget—he’s my boss." Hazel waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, please. That’s prime romance novel material. Secretary falls for her boss? Classic." We all laughed as Fiora groaned. "Okay, what would the book title be?" I asked. Hazel grinned. "Love and My Boss." Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Forbidden Story of Fiora." I smirked. "Taming the Playboy." Fiora actually laughed. "Okay, that one’s not bad." The room lit up with laughter as we kept throwing out ridiculous book ideas. We drank, danced, sang, and drank some more. For

That was how it was usually written in those novels with CEO and employee romance tropes. Well, a billion was not a small amount, so she could really consider it.

On that morning, she was determined. Determined to make a choice. She couldn't love two men in the same way. One heart couldn't beat for two, and one body couldn't desire two bodies at the same time. Her dilemma was torturous; on one side, she had the most incredible man she had ever known, loyal, fair, honest, and romantic, and on the other side, she had someone who was intense, determined, and stirred feelings in her that she couldn't describe but consumed her entirely; she felt alive.

he introduced. I dropped my toast onto the plate upon learning that he was my new boss. "So, what they said was true..." Madeleine commented, "that the company president is handsome and young," she said, noticing how the blond man was looking at her. "Oh... so you're already talking about me," Stefan said with a mischievous smile. "Yes, and be careful that no she-wolf tries to 'hunt' you. There are many of those around here," the tan woman spoke. Her boyfriend nudged her gently. "You know it's true, Joshua," she said reluctantly.

He had just wanted some pussy. I continued down the page. *Shared kinks: weapon play, domination, oral, anal, toys, BDSM of all kinds with the exception of watersports or scat play, name-calling, degrada—* "Sofia?" I snapped the folder shut and shoved it under a stack of papers so fast I knocked my coffee cup sideways. My boss was leaning out of his office, one hand on the door frame, tie slightly crooked. "Do you have a minute?"

The air in the lobby turned to ice as he walked toward us, his presence so commanding that people actually stepped back to give him room. It was him! The man from the car. The man I’d used. The man I’d kissed! My world fucking crashed. Lucien Blackthorne wasn't just my new boss. He was the man who'd "lent" me his lips, and from the way his gaze locked onto mine the second he entered the room, he hadn't forgotten a single detail of my face. And he certainly didn't look like he was here to give me a promotion.