No Touching The Boss Novels & Stories

Just get on with it, I have a meeting to attend, Boss thought as his hand grabbed Lucas' full hair. But Lucas was stubborn, he played at his pace - silently pushing Boss' insistent fingers curling on his hair. And without a warning of what was to come, Lucas swallowed Boss' length in the depths of his mouth. Boss groaned loudly, his eyes shut for that moment - wallowing in the ecstacy of the overwhelming sweetness. How the hell had he been missing this? Boss' brushed his thumb across Lucas' lower lip. Lucas' hold tightened around Boss' beamer when the touch sent a shiver down his back.

Chelsey was so frightened that she didn't dare make a sound. She tiptoed toward the door, her grip tightening around the iron bedpost. Another voice outside the door said, "The boss told us not to touch her. Do you want to die?" "The boss said we can't touch her now, but he didn't say we can't touch her after getting the money. Hehe, we'll just bury her deeper in the ground after. No one will even know we touched her."

Ms CEO and Mr Secretary Chapter 2 Tim POV The scene in front of me isn’t just smooching, because right now in front of me is this disgusting man’s finger dipped in my boss’s shut up, both face stuffed on each other, my boss’s hand touching the fuck, his trouser close to coming off his legs, I slowly turn around closing the door and not going out. “Continue your doing, am not here to disturb.” I said to a shocked horny boss.

She slapped me. “Boss said not to touch her face.” Frank tells her. “Well, the boss doesn't need to know about this.” She says to Frank and he nods his head. “You do not speak unless spoken to, is that clear?” She asks me. I'm too shocked to speak so I just nod my head. “Good.”

The Boss spoke, his voice deep and hard. The way The boss drew the word decorate and stared at me made my skin crawl with bad creeps. I knew it wasn't any pleasant, I had to get away from these people or else they would kill me. "I've done nothing to you, please let me go." There wasn't anything wrong in dialogues so that approach flew out of my mouth. "Aww..so touching. I've done nothing to you. Plea-se let me go." The Boss mimics demonstrating fake tears and his boys roared in laughter, as their grips tightened on me.

When I got there I knocked but no one answered. " What a weirdo" I said to myself, then I saw someone walk up to me. " Hello ma'am," he said. " Hello" I answered back. " The boss is in a meeting right now, I am afraid you Will have to wait for him". "Oh jeez" I said to myself, " I really have to go and do something, you can just keep it for him" I said as I stretched the paper bag to him. " I am sorry ma'am but the boss does not like when others touch his snacks, he won't take long. You just have to wait for him In his office ``, he pressed a button and the door opened.

I set it down and turned around, and smashed my face against a rock wall. "OUCH!" I screamed and held my nose. Who put a rock wall behind me? My nose must be broken now. I looked up and almost had a mini cardiac arrest. I slammed against the Bossman himself! And of course, he has rock hard abs and chest. He stood in front of me, wearing nothing but a towel covering his manhood. I am so dead. "Miss Young, do you make a habit of barging into men's bedroom?" he glared at me.

Her lips were parted slightly, skin pale, alive for now. Something feral snapped inside my chest. I lunged instinctively, ropes cutting deeper into my wrists as the chair screeched against the floor. The men moved instantly, shoving me back, fists ready. “Touch her,” I growled, my voice dropping into something dangerous and old, “and I swear to God I will end you and everyone you love.” The boss didn’t flinch. “Oh, we won’t touch her,” he said calmly. “Not unless you force us to.”

“So don't blame innocent guys.” “Carter!” Frank Moore's voice cut through the office like a rusty knife. My boss loomed over my desk, his cheap suit reeking of cigarettes and… failure. He slapped a folder down hard enough to make my empty coffee cup rattle. “Drop the Z-list crap. I've got your next assignment.” I flipped open the folder. A glossy 8x10 headshot of a man stared back at me, all sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and a smirk that probably made stockbrokers wet their pants.

“You’re the one who called me in here.” “And look at you,” I said, letting my thumb graze just beneath her lower lip. “Acting like you don’t know.” Her lips parted—but no answer came. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath uneven. But she didn’t pull away. That’s what unraveled me. That slight lean into my touch. That barely-there exhale. I tilted her face up, just enough, just to be sure. “Say something,” I said, low and rough. Her eyes didn’t waver. “You’re the boss.”