Workplace Romance Novels Novels & Stories

he cleared his throat and tried to drive away the awkwardness. "Right." Namgyu smirked and gave Jun the novel. "It's an erotica romance novel like the many others we've both read. But this is a little more spicy in my opinion." "More than Body Art?" "Almost as spicy as Body Art. This is about a CEO, like myself." he winked at Jun whose cheeks had remained a red mess, "...and a new employee. It's typical of the cliché boss and secretary love stories. But this is spicier. The CEO is a lustful dominant who has been looking for the perfect submissive. Someone who will enjoy being bruised and dominated mercilessly by him. He's a little sadist too."

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

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

“You know, you talk about him differently now. And you talk about him a lot.” Victoria frowned and denied it quickly. “I do not.” Julie shook her head slowly. “You do. In fact, you smile when you talk about him.” “That’s just your overactive imagination.” She countered. Julie ignored her. “I’ve written enough romance novels. And read even more.” Victoria immediately knew where this conversation was heading. “Oh no.” Julie nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes.” She began counting on her fingers. “Contract marriage. Cold billionaire. Independent female lead. They’re forced to live together.”

It was what I needed. The jacket covered me up and it touched my knees. "Gracious" I muttered as I looked as how spontaneous I looked in an expensive jacket. "Thank you." I said to him as I sniffed the colon on the jacket. It was 'Ocean blue' one of the most famous colon. I could tell because back then when I used to work as a bartender, I would sneaked to my boss's office and used his colon, it was same as his. I raised my head and looked at him, he was staring at his phone. Like he was waiting for something. It definitely would be the interviewer. He was well dressed and looked rich. If someone like him have come for the same job as myself, I doubt I will get a chance.

The place where the owner of the company she worked for resided. The place where Lucas Hernandez was. * Vlora seemed to frown when she found an employee who meet his boss yesterday steped on the floor where she was. From a distance, it could be seen how the female employee looks very agitated. She wondered what Lucas was calling her. But for what business? Business work or personal affairs? When Vlora found that the woman had approached her desk, she smiled and asked. “Can I help you?” The woman seemed to gulp her saliva once before answering the question.

Later at night, Christina waited for Ariel to get off from work and both of them went to a restaurant together. During their meal, Ariel constantly reminded Christina what to pay attention to when she started working for her new company. For a huge company like Bryson Corporate, there would be situations where they would bully newcomers. Therefore, Christina would have to put up with it if she wanted to stand firm, and she needed to smile at everybody she met. Ariel also said that a huge company was a place where people would backstab each other. She urged Christina to be careful of the maneuvers as she should never easily trust anybody. Christina really learned a lot from Ariel.

----------------------- 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?!”

Frowning, I find myself wondering what exactly is going through his head, and I know I’m going to learn soon enough when he makes his way toward me. “Mornin, boss,” he announces cheerfully. "Morning." I respond slowly, trying to make sense of his mood. “Did you need something?” “Actually,” he begins, leaning in closer. “I just wanted to ask what the policy was for workplace romance.” Immediately, I go on defense, as I know that he isn’t just asking this for fun. Either he was truly thinking of going after my songbird or there was something more going on here. “No fraternizing at work,” I say slowly. “If you insist on having a relationship, you will be terminated.”