Workplace Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Now, how can I make it up to you?” My brow lifted as I tapped my lips. “Hmmm…I think I know a way.” His smile turned wicked. “Oh?” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “You're supposed to be brilliant, CEO Moreau. Figure it out.” He laughed and carried me toward our bedroom. And for the next several hours, the world outside disappeared. There were no Castillos. No Sinclairs. No conspiracies. Only soft sheets, whispered promises, lingering kisses and the warmth of my husband's arms around me...only us.

It was a grounded certainty. I'd seen that look before, in my previous line of work, but it looked more or less like an overall pissing contest. With him, it felt more innate. “It's Eva now that we're talking business.” I quipped, leaning forward. “Let me understand something. You've known me for…what? A few hours max? During which, I've insulted you for assholery- well deserved by the way, told you that you should leave first chance you've got and mere minutes ago, tried throwing you out of my apartment. You've experienced all that and you still thought; ‘ah, there's the woman I should marry’?”

then he kisses the back of Toma's hand. "O-Okay? Uhm, uhh… what's with you?" Toma felt weird by Noru's action, so he gently pushes him off. "You do know that I like you, and I still do by now. I may feel upset that you see me as an option, but it'll be a win-win if you get rejected again and become mine." Noru said with a grin. "How's that a win-win?" "It's a win-win since I'll get to have you forever, and I promise to make you happy." Toma could only stare at Noru that moment and admire his sincerity. It could be the perfect moment to choose him and be really happy… they could actually be happy…

Rose cleared her throat. “The CEO romance genre can be split into many subgenres which adds to the number of writing possibilities which explains why it’s attractive to authors. Zach asked last week about why the male main character is always a rich man, CEOs fall into that,” she explained. “Workplace romances are popular, that’s possible with a CEO story. There’s an almost infinite number of popular combinations when one character is a CEO.” That was the most Zach had ever heard the quietest editor say. He could tell she was right. It was easy to add versatility to the genre as anything was possible as long as one character was a successful CEO.

It’s been a month that we always do sex after her class and we go to her condo to continue it’s our routine now to have sex always. Sometimes my co-worker asks me if I am stressed because I’m so haggard . “Grace? Are you always stressed out? You always looked haggard ”my friend asked me when were having a break time “No. Why is it so obvious? ” "Hmmm if you look at it, yes, because your hips and your chest are a bit bigger, our co-workers that you always have sex"

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

Turns out that Russell fucked me once over his desk in his office and simply couldn’t get enough. Apparently, the whole experience had felt so good that the man wanted a repeat and he was willing to do anything to get it, not that he would have to do much to convince me considering the fact that I was almost just as willing as him…maybe even more so than him. I always considered office romances to be very hot and to think that I was living my own very office romance fantasy was nothing if not surreal. Oh, and the books definitely didn’t lie. Doing the nasty when knowing fully well that there were people close by and there was a high chance of getting caught made the sensations even more heig

quotes about their "torrid office romance." My phone buzzed again with another message from Hazel: "There's more! Check these out!" She sent three more links to similar stories. "Media Frenzy: Billionaire CEO-Assistant Relationship Rocks Corporate World" "Office Romance Gone Public: The Risks of Dating the Boss" "Power Imbalance or True Love? The Ethics of Executive-Assistant Relationships" I clicked through each one, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. Relief that none of these were about Alexander and me, but also a creeping sense of dread. This could be us. This could so easily be us.

“That’s disturbing.” His eyes twinkled. “What? That they’d make up slut stories or that they’d give me a blow job in my office?” I flushed, remembering the reality of what we’d done on both his desk and conference table. “Both.” “Well, in case you were wondering, all slut stories are mostly false, along with me receiving a blow job, although, that is a fantasy of mine.” “Slut stories?” I teased. He smirked. “No, getting a blow job at my desk.”

"Absolutely not. I'm not sleeping with my boss, Em. That's career suicide." "Fine, fine," Emilia sighed dramatically. "I'm not forcing you to do anything. Just throwing suggestions out there. For all we know, Alexander Carter might be single and looking." "And I might sprout wings tomorrow," I countered. "Besides, a CEO dating his employee? That's the stuff of romance novels, not real life." "Exactly why it would be so hot," Emilia said with a laugh. "The forbidden office romance, secret elevator kisses, steamy encounters in the copy room—"