Sex With Boss Stories Novels & Stories

"Is this the boss's lover? Up until now, the boss has always been tight-lipped about love affairs, I've never seen a woman come to the boss's company to cause trouble." After that, there were a lot of talks that seemed to want to interfere with this story. "Who is our boss? He is the king of AL. Any woman who wants to have sex with him wants to be Roger's woman. The kind of woman who sells her dignity for money. I've met a lot like that." "But no woman has ever dared to come all the way here to collect a debt from her boss. That girl is the first case." "Do you believe what she says is true? Is the boss such a thief?"

"And why would the boss step In to help you out like that? It has never happened before." "Can I let you in on a little secret?" I asked and he nodded. "We...." I swallowed with a pause. "Last night after the party, he drove me home but we ended up at his place. One thing led to another and we...we had sex." "Oh my fucking balls swimming in the ocean of Greece!" He squealed. "You had sex with the boss?"

I groaned softly and placed my head on the desk. "Hey, what's wrong? Did that asshole bully you? I saw you two come out from the elevator together" Maya whispered, clenching her fist like she would beat him up if I say yes. "He said he wants to be friends" "Well, fuck him and his friendship. Anyway, tell me, how was the boss? Is he hot? I heard he was... I'm sure he must be sexy too and..." Why is Maya talking about sexy? I rumpled a sheet of A4 paper and shoved it into her mouth.

"I'm just staying at Mr. Bornes’s house temporarily." The two colleagues exchanged a glance and slapped their thighs. "That makes sense!" "You must have had a tough time during this period, right?" My colleague's once critical gaze now showed understanding. "You've really been through a lot." I almost couldn't hold back the tears in my eyes, "It’s not that tough, I’m just serving Mr. Borne..." It appeared that slacking off and engaging gossip were irresistible tendencies for the workforce. Before the end of the workday, word had spread from the HR director down to the company receptionist, and everyone was aware of the reality of my "cohabitating" with the Osborn.

His eyes are so rich and swoon-worthy, it’s a miracle I’m still standing, when—in his typical fashion—Jameson Richards has my knees weakening and my entire body threatening to pool right at his feet. Fuck. Me. My eyelids squeeze shut for a few seconds, because that sentiment holds numerous connotations right now. Primarily, how am I going to explain to my boss that I’m being paid for sex? Then again, how is my boss going to explain paying for sex? And… Oh, my God! The grand slam here is: I’m about to have sex with my boss for money! I whirl around on my high heels, to hell with whether I spill champagne. In fact, I thrust the arm out that’s attached to the hand holding the champagne flute an

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! But come on, Sarah. You had fun. Admit it.” “I made out with my boss in public,” I hissed. “My boss. In. A. Club. I tongue-mugged a billionaire. Do you know how mortifying that is?” “You didn’t know he was your boss then,” she offered helpfully. “Yeah, but he knew who he was. He knew he was the damn CEO when he let me grind on him like a deranged maniac. He could’ve stopped me. He didn’t.” Mia blinked, then gave a sly smile. “You think he was into it?”

Today, I finally cracked and rushed into the restroom to deal with it. And that was when my boss, Fabian Peters, caught me in the act. I was already preparing for the worst, thinking I would be fired on the spot. But instead, he handed me money and told me to sleep with his wife. Staring at that thick stack of cash, I honestly felt like I was dreaming. When I hesitated, Fabian frowned. "What? You don't think my wife's attractive?" "No, no, it's not that," I said quickly, waving my hands. But before I could finish, he cut me off.

I couldn't stop thinking about him. His strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me down onto his cock. The way he'd groan my name, “Kamilla, fuck, you're so tight.” My first time sex with other people was with my boss , in his office after his birthday party. I'd gone to drop off a gift, and he was there alone, working late. One look, and the tension snapped. “Kamilla, you look incredible tonight,” he'd said, his voice low, eyes dark with hunger.

The silence stretched. “Define ‘slept with,’” Tasha said carefully. “I went to a hotel with him. A penthouse suite We had sex. Multiple times.” Eleanor finally looked up and she knew her eyes were shining with unshed tears. “And then I woke up this morning, panicked left money on the nightstand like he was a prostitute and ran.” “Jesus Christ, Eleanor.” “I know.” “No, I mean” Tasha ran a hand through her curls. “Okay. Okay, let’s break this down First question: do you remember consenting?”

I blinked rapidly, reading quickly from the paper and back at them. “You'll…” “It's simple, Rebecca. You will be our sex slave. It's not stated there because the paper could get into wrong hands” my boss cut in, calmly. I looked to his wife, her tongue wetting her bottom lip as she looked at me intensely making me swallow hard, my eyes widening before glancing to back at my boss. This wasn't a joke… right? I had forgotten how to breath. ‘A sex slave?’ ‘These things were real?’ My thoughts must have reflected on my face because my boss cleared his throat, throwing his head back to look at his wife who nodded at him in silent communication.