Sleeping With The Boss Novels & Stories

Zoe served me a Benedict breakfast and I dug in, letting my mind wander. After a few minutes, I noticed Zoe's awkward stance. She was staring at me in an odd way. “Is something wrong, Zoe?” I asked, noticing the way she would stare at me and then avert her gaze when she thought I was looking like she'd done something wrong. She hesitated for a moment, pressing her lips together before exhaling sharply. “Okay, I'm going to say it.” She said as if she'd been waiting for me to notice her unease. “I know you slept with the boss,” she said and then proceeded to quickly clamp her mouth shut like she'd committed a mortal sin.

Except that the company doctor had to check me to conclude that I had no cracked rib or broken collarbone. Something that my own boss had already corroborated before with his touch and with his tongue. “Just that? Nice?” “Yes, mom,” my tone seeks not to ask more, so stick to what is necessary. “So what is between you and him? How's he doing?” How do I explain to my mother that I am sleeping with my boss who is a potentially Home person and who, in addition, potentially has a daughter? “For now, it's been fine.” She nods.” “Are you?

I start, my voice soft but steady, "but I do know one thing. The whole time we talked, every single conversation somehow came back to you. I didn’t think much of it then, but now I can see it. I think he loves you, Leila. Maybe that’s why he went along with the fake dating thing—to make you realize how you really feel about him. Which is weird by the way." I sigh, leaning back on the couch. "Although that was my reason for suggesting that stupid game in the first place. But the outcome wasn’t exactly what I imagined." Leila narrows her eyes. "What do you mean?" I look at her, debating for a moment before deciding there’s no point hiding anything anymore. "I was sleeping with my boss," I admi

"Please tell me you found the file?" "I did and I am on my way already." "Thank you. Be quick please." "Yhyh." "My boss is about to chop off my head." I chuckled and then replied, "chop off your head? I thought you had sex with him." "Well, yeah, we did. But the son of a bitch said he doesn't want to mix business with pleasure and he never sleeps with any of his employees." I could hear the anger in her voice. "But he did sleep with you." I laughed again.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He leaned forward. “This doesn’t have to be complicated.” “We had sex last night.” “I recall.” “In your bed.” He tilted his head. “No complaints then.” “I didn’t know you were—” I gestured at his desk. “This.” “Well, now you do.” I covered my face with my hands. “Oh my God.” “I don’t sleep with employees.” I let out a sharp breath. “Yeah, well, I don’t sleep with my boss.”

My body shuddered in a silent, violent climax. Dominic gave one final thrust. He pinned his cock to my chest. A guttural grunt tore from his throat. Hot, thick fluid shot over my collarbone. He leaned down and licked a drop off my skin. "Get some sleep, wife," he whispered against my neck. "I go fishing with my father-in-law at dawn."

“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”

My panties were burning a hole in my pocket and a question was burning a hole in my mind: WHY THE HELL HAD HE BEEN CARRYING MY PANTIES AROUND WITH HIM IN AN ENVELOPE? I looked at the time on my phone. It has only been 20 hours since I slept with him. It felt like my entire world came crashing down around me. I need to get home, at least, I'll be free of him there. I drummed on my steering wheel and turned on the radio in hopes it might distract me. I felt sick. I needed chocolates. I turned to the nearest gas station convenience store and raided the closest shelf of chocolates. I had no shame at this point. I had slept with my boss in a hotel and then he was walking around the office with my

’ The way he’d laced his fingers through mine right in front of Jaclyn… I flipped onto my side, hugging a pillow to my chest. ‘Right. That’s enough. Stop moping. He’s not coming. He’s just a very good-looking, very clever bloke you’ve shagged a few times. Who also happens to be your boss. That’s all. You want to sleep with him. You don’t want to date him. Remember that. Now, go to sleep.’ I commanded my body to relax. I arranged the duvet. I found the optimal sleeping position. Forty-seven minutes later, I sat bolt upright in the pitch black.

She squinted her eyes like she was trying to read my soul. “Then who? Spill. What’s got you looking like this? You didn’t just get some…” She lowered her voice and leaned in. “…good loving, did you?” I laughed nervously and turned my attention to my monitor. “You’re crazy. It’s nothing like that.” “It’s exactly like that, but you’re not gonna tell me, are you?” She teased. “Nope, I’m not.” I replied and I meant it. It’s not like I can tell her I had just done the most insane, and unbelievable thing. I can’t tell her that I was sleeping with the boss... and not just that, my best friend’s fucking father.