Sleeping With The Boss Novels & Stories

It felt like one of those scenes in a movie where the two love interests reach for the same thing and some inexplicable current passes between them, leaving them staring into each other’s eyes for far too long. And just when I wanted to welcome the thought, reality came crashing back. This was my boss. A man I was still angry with. A man I shouldn’t be standing this close to because of the way he made a part of me that had felt dead for so long come alive. My fingers instantly let go of the file as though it were laced with thorns, and I took a small step back. I caught the slight crease between Cole’s brows as he watched me, his eyes studying me like he was trying to figure out my next move

"You can’t indulge in a relationship with the boss and expect everyone to continue to treat you like one of them. What the hell were you thinking? He's your boss! He’s a billionaire. You’ve confirmed their original expectations of you and now they are enjoying the gossip." What could she say in her own defense? That the kiss had been a form of punishment because she’d likened him to a dog called Dany? Or that he’d used the kiss to warn off the Collins because Scott believed he’d stood her up on a date? The first was really stupid and unbelievable in the cold light of a new day. And the second was just as ridiculous. "You have even more problems" Betty added as she handed her phone to her. "H

We have all returned to my boss's hotel. After we finished dinner, my boss took me to his room. He told me to stay and sleep with him. I was sitting on the sofa with a book in my hand. I didn't read the book. I engrossed my eyes in stealing glances at my boss, who was sitting in the chair behind the table in front of me. He didn't notice me; he is busy working on his laptop. I bit my lip with a racing heart, seeing his handsome face. He looks so hot in his black nightgown, which makes my breathing heavy.

’ I didn’t need any persuasion, and spent that night with her in their huge double-bed, intensely turned on by the thought that on other nights my sexy boss lay there in her arms. The next morning we showered together, went for a long walk in the nearby woods, talking and getting to know each other better, before shopping for groceries. We fucked again both before and after cooking, after which we lay entwined together on the leather couch, watching movies We were discussing when my boss’s drive in and she approached the front door, looking a little wary as to what reception she might get from her partner. From upstairs, with the bedroom door slightly open, I could hear the note of relief in

I sank onto the couch, arms crossed. Lisa groaned. “Why would you do that? This job was paying you well! You need the money!” I exhaled. “I slept with my boss, Lisa. Do you know how humiliating it is to show up at work, knowing people might talk? Knowing he probably thinks I’m just some desperate woman who slept her way up?” Lisa rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. If anything, Kian doesn’t look like a man who regrets that night. He’s literally trying to find you.”

"Stop playing dumb. Do you think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know what’s going on just because you’re barely home? I’m going to ask you one question. And you’re going to answer me honestly. Why are you still sleeping with your asshole of a boss, you stupid ass?" Brandon swallowed. He didn't have an answer. He honestly didn't know how to justify his irresponsible behavior. And he knew it was irresponsible. They had been ridiculously lucky that no one had come across them so far and the gossip hadn't spread through the entire building. No one would ever take him seriously as a manager or administrator if it became known that he was sleeping with a man. Not just any man, his boss.

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later, but like I said: he’s my boss. Nothing’s happening and nothing’s going to.” “Why the hell not? Him being your boss doesn’t mean you can’t date,” Pedro shot back, confused. “I don’t want people whispering that I’m sleeping with the boss for perks or that I’m some gold-digger,” she said, scooting up in bed beside him.

She asked calmly, now that she realized I wasn't in any danger, but to be honest, I think this is worse. I took a long breath before responding to her query. "He's here, the guy I slept with is here." "What exactly do you mean he's there? Do you mean in your workplace?" "Yes, he's my freaking boss! I had sex with my boss!" I yelled, scanning my surroundings for anyone who might have heard me, but when I realized I was the only person on the rooftop, I felt better. I could hear Julia coughing on the other end of the line, and I was certain she would be shocked by what I had to say.

“Don’t tell me you projected on the boss.” I sat wearily on the table. “It’s worse than that.” She stopped typing. “What can be worse than shouting at your boss?” “Having sex with him.” She gasped, drawing the attention of the other workers. She covered her mouth, stood up, and dragged me to a corner. “This morning?” “Last night.” She frowned. “You fucked Alex Kane last night and I’m just finding out?” I scoffed. There was nothing exciting about sleeping with your boss, walking into his office, and remembering how you sat on his table and cummed on it.

Her body hair stood on end when his hot breath hit her neck. "Are there any bosses and employees who sleep together in the same bed?" he asked in a whisper. She fell silent because of his question and then realized something. "Only us, Lyn. Admit it or not, we are more than that. You’re not just my employee; you are a girl that I admire, desire, and cherish.... So, tell me, did you feel the same? Or am I still just your boss in your eyes?" he whispered in her ear using a deep voice.