Workplace Romance Books Novels & Stories

Every step had me wincing, but it was my one chance to snoop around while he was stuck in the bathroom and in all honesty, I was curious. I would bet he read books like forty eight laws of power and nonfiction gruel like that. I had nothing against them, I just did not see their appeal. Give me a- "Nora Roberts?" I fished out a book, checking out the titles. There were several. Several was an understatement. All the books in the bookshelf were romance novels. Romance! I covered my hands over my mouth, trying to rein in my giggles. What on earth? My big sexy hunk of a man read romance books? That was hilarious.

Every time he withdrew his fingers to the very edge of my entrance, he plunged them right back in, curling them upward to strike that deep, sensitive spot again and again while his thumb continued its merciless circles over my swollen clit. I'd never felt anything like this. Never experienced pleasure this sharp. This consuming. This terrifyingly good. My thoughts dissolved into nothingness until all that remained was the relentless friction of my boss's fingers driving me closer and closer to the edge. "Nnnngh... Please." "Please what, Meret? Tell me what you want," he purred. "Do you want me to keep fingering you like a dirty little whore on the boardroom table?" "Yes..." I whimpered, comp

That was it? I blinked. He wasn’t smiling or teasing, didn’t even give a peck. Fine, I get that workplace romance is prohibited but what in the name of Damon Salvotore’s sarcastic and uninterested method of greeting was that? The elevator doors shut. Fine, maybe he’s just nervous. I think I get that. People get nervous after major “life changing” events. Marriage, Job interviews, moving to a new country, meeting your celebrity crush or sleeping with your childhood best friend after years of roasting each other at work.

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

His eyebrows knit together, and he shakes his head no, “You don’t need to fret over that, Elyria. Your smile is more than enough for me.” My cheeks burn from his kind words, especially as he says them in front of some of the closest people in his life. I grab one of the books out of the bag and say, “Well, Alpha, is it alright if I get to the office and to my reading?” I didn’t pay attention to what I was grabbing. As Atlas grabs the book and examines it, I realize what it is and regret the decision to grab a random book. It’s a romance book with a half-naked man on the cover, a girl in a skimpy dress, and a wolf in the background titled ‘Taming the Alpha. ’

Part 1: The Boss Office Jane’s heart raced as she stepped into the office. The city lights spilled through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. But all she could see was him. Eric. Her boss. Her master in this arrangement. Dominant, commanding, dangerous — and yet impossible to resist. “You’re late,” he said, his voice low, sharp, and completely unyielding. “I… I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered, cheeks heating instantly. Her pulse jumped, and she felt a flutter deep in her stomach. Her body had already betrayed her, reacting to his voice and presence before her mind could even process it.

That was all it took for the hunger to come roaring back. Work at the café was hell. Every bend to grab a cup, every stretch to reach the top shelf made my short uniform skirt ride up, reminding me how sensitive I was. I kept sneaking to the bathroom during breaks, locking the door and frantically rubbing my clit through my panties until I came in quick, silent gasps. My panties were constantly damp. I texted Daniel constantly. “I came twice this morning thinking about your cock.” “My pussy is dripping at work. I need you so bad.”

Story Title: Midnight Contract Author: Feylume Genre: Office Romance, Billionaire, Power Play, Explicit Erotica Main Characters: • Isabella Hart – 26, ambitious, intelligent, beautiful with long dark hair and curves that drive him crazy. • Damien Cross – 34, ruthless CEO, tall, muscular, dark hair, piercing gray eyes, extremely dominant and controlling. Blurb: When her devastatingly handsome and ruthless CEO offers her a secret after-hours contract, Isabella discovers that mixing business with the most sinful pleasure comes with a dangerous price… and she’s addicted.

----------------------- The rest of the morning was a blur of schedules, phone calls, and Lily trying not to drown in spreadsheets. By noon, whispers were already circling the office. “Did you see her walk in with his jacket this morning?” someone muttered near the water cooler. “Maybe he didn’t fire her because they’re—” another voice whispered dramatically. Lily slammed her folder shut, glaring. “We’re not anything!” The employees scattered like startled pigeons. Melissa sauntered over, sipping her iced latte. “Denial. Classic stage one.” Lily groaned. “Why does everyone in this building think I’m dating him?!”

My neck was starting to hurt as he made me stare up at him from my position on the floor. “Same thing.” His thumb swiped on my lower lip. “Open your mouth.” ____ You can read the whole book, it's completed and available. Book Name: My Boss Is My Tormentor Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Billionaire Romance Office Romance Blackmail Bdsm. Con-noncon Controlling, Possessive ML Fiesty, Sassy, Virgin FL ____ A. Gupta