Sex Dream About Boss Novels & Stories

And yet I felt like I was the only one who noticed that Jeremy was not the harmless sheep we all thought he was. I had a hundred questions, but only one mattered. “What does your boss want from me?” He smiled then. Not kindly. “Didn’t you say you would eat shit if it paid?” he asked lightly. “Well, you will eat whatever he dishes out. The difference is that my boss is not disgusting like those potty party bastards. He prefers sexual pleasure, however extreme. Don’t worry, though. You will not die.” He winked, like that was supposed to help.

my boss bellowed out clearly annoyed. As soon as the door to the office closed and they were gone my pulse quickened. I was alone with my boss once again. The thought that he may have drawn me and dreamt of me was stuck in my mind. I knew it was impossible but just imagine if he did, I would probably have something to smile about at work for once. If someone that hot thought of me then I would die happy right now. "Please ignore everything they said, especially about that drawing. They mixed you up with someone else and blabbed about something impossible." my boss declared visibly frustrated at having to explain himself.

Alexander Pov I have become so addicted to her pussy for a while as it is so tight anytime I enter her pussy in her place, club mostly in the office. The thought that it is against the company policy for employees to have sexual encounters with their boss is what marvel me but who is the boss? I'm the boss and also the director of the company after my Dad handed it over to me before his death, whereas she shows her worth and the need for her time to the company, unlike the secretary who is so reluctant about her time in the office.

Speaking of, I could feel his glare scorching me from up the bed. Shouldn’t this be the other way around? “What the fuck?” My boss snarled, gripping the comforter to his chest as if he was the one who was groped all night. “Did something happen between us?” I was busy entangling myself from the sheets and rubbing the pain from my muscles as I was woken up like some random whore he picked up from the bar. “This is a fucking nightmare,” he groaned. I glared at him. His snores definitely said otherwise.

Sex that was directed by the universe—sex that she could not say no to, nor would she. That was probably why when Abram called the second time, The Boss said yes to his late-night, impromptu meeting request, breaking the flow of their budding romance that had become dangerously interesting—yet she wasn't disappointed. Now each of them had to go back to handling business, for business had been good to them. It gave them prosperity and a reason for the hearts to take part in a place where only the mind was usually invited. She dialed back a number, a number that had called her several times while she had been with him, a number that represented a job, but what once in recent days had the poten

Katrina I just met a handsome man, what a lucky day today. Is he taken or married? I hope he's not. We have arrived at 25th floor of this building. I went off searching for the CEO's office, when the man walked ahead of me. He's walking in the direction of the CEO's office. Don't tell me, he's here for the interview. It can't be! He opened the door of the CEO's office. I walked after him and knocked the door infront of me. "Come in" says inside the room. I opened the door and shocked to see him in the swivel chair of the CEO. Is he the CEO? Uh..uhm I am Katrina Jones. I am here for the interview. "Have a sit Ms. Jones." I sat down infront of him. He flip the pages of my CV. "So, you are grad

"Anything, everything. Tell me about you, your daughter. Your secrets, I want to know more about you. I want to know everything about you." "I really don't understand why, Grant. What is all this about? I am very sure this is not work ethics and you most definitely would not ask any of your other employees their secrets. But if you really want to know, I'm just a plain, single mother who loves her job and who has goals in her life. There's not much to tell, and I don't feel comfortable with you knowing so much about me on a personal level, as you are my boss." Gemma felt herself confidence rise and decided she is in control. She will not allow him to overpower her anymore and make her feel u

I could finally solve the entire Rubix cube, and I didn't realize when I fell asleep with the cube in my hand. When I woke up due to the alarm, I saw that as I said, Zaiden had cut the call. I freshened up and drove to the office, not believing I slept when my boss was watching me, more like he was teaching me something. Did knowing his secret brought me closer to him? As I was walking in the building, I bumped into someone due to my lack of attention. "Sorry," I mumbled and looked at the person. He was a brunette, his brown eyes looking at me with a bright smile. From his look, I knew he wasn't working in the Storm Fashion Industry before, so I asked, "Who are you?"

and to my surprise when I woke up from my daydreaming it was a phone bell on he desk boss was calling me in the cabin. I quickly went to meet my creepy, zombie boss who never lets me breathe on the job. I wish someday this dream can be true or Ramona and Me could remain a fairy tale only. ***** There was a celebration of the boss's 2nd wedding anniversary at his house and all the staff was invited including me and my chances of wooing my boss’s gorgeous wife, can be accomplished maybe the dream can become reality. Finally, my fantasies can breathe. I saw Ramona’s immaculate beauty. Dressed up in a western gown, deep slit on one side of her dress, exposing thigh and high heels complimenting

He chuckled again, clearly unfazed by Anton’s presence. “You two,” Anton snapped, pushing up his glasses as he scowled. “Why are you still standing around flirting when it’s already work time?” His voice carried a note of exasperation. Wait—Anton was our boss? In this dream? This was one bizarre dream, and I wanted out. But… if it meant I got to be with Damien like this, maybe I didn’t mind staying just a little longer. “Apologies, boss,” Damien said with an exaggerated salute, barely suppressing his grin. “We were just talking. I’ll start my rounds now.”