Page 16 of My Forbidden Boss

I wince as I grip my cock so tight the throb goes straight to my balls.

I grit my teeth and hammer myself, gripping hard enough to hurt and it only makes it better, makes the image behind my closed eyes brighter, my obsession more pronounced. My groan echoes off the fogged glass of my shower stall. My abdomen clenches, my balls squeeze and ropes of cum spurt out of me. I shudder with the force of my orgasm, gritting my teeth and clenching my eyes. My palm slaps on the glass as I pant great gulps of air as my release swirls down the drain.

If I thought my hand would relieve my obsession, I’m sorely mistaken. All I’ve done is stir the hornet’s nest and I’m stung all over.

For Christ’s sake, I’m her boss. Her twenty-years-older-than-her boss. I have to get my head together, be professional at the very least. The woman obviously needs this job and I enforce a no relationship policy at Blue Sky. Not a good look for a boss to date his PA.

Not a good idea for a man in his forties to date a teen.

Fuck.

I finish my shower, rub myself down as though I’m descaling lime and head down to my car, pick up the pace once I hit the early morning traffic and slide into my space in the underground car park. From the passenger seat I grab the coat I brought with me before I make my way to the forty ninth floor. I see Adeline put her worn purse under her desk, remove my coat and place it on the back of the office chair. She’s wearing a black pencil skirt that shows off her long, slender legs and pert backside that stretches out the material to perfection and oh my god! My dick swells in my pants as though I didn’t jerk off thirty minutes ago and I find myself standing in the middle of the corridor staring at her ass.

She notices me, offers me a nervous smile and thank God I’m holding the coat in front of the bulge between my thighs. My chest lightens knowing I’m her sole focus. The rough edges inside me are soothed as I step up to her. She picks up a cardboard tray I hadn’t noticed from her desk.

“I bought breakfast. Bagels with cream cheese and salmon. I also ordered you coffee. Black with a touch of creme.” Her forehead folds. “I hope that’s the way you have it. Most orders at Bob’s Burgers are coffee with creme, and that’s how I have it. It’s pretty standard.”

“Bob’s Burgers.” There’s so many work-related things I need to talk to her about, but they’re gone from my mind as though they never existed. She’s offered me information about herself and I latch onto it.

Her cheeks flush a delicious pink I want to lick. “Oh. Just my…previous…employer.”

I take a mental note to research Bob’s Burgers and suspect I’m not going to like that she worked there. I hand her Steph’s coat. “Here. For you.” I like Adeline in my coat, but it’s too big, too male. I want her in something feminine. Something in her size. I would take her out shopping but that would overstep the very fuzzy line I drew in the sand. The line that keeps getting washed out and redrawn much further up the shoreline.

Her eyes widen. She looks from my proffered coat back to my face and waves me off as though I’m holding a grenade and not an item of clothing that will keep her warm. “I…I can’t. It’s far too good.”

I frown. Nothing is too good for her, but I eye her worn, slightly ill-fitting clothing that is far too old for her and a little out of date. She’s either bought these second hand or borrowed them because a woman her age isn’t old enough to wear out office clothes like those.

“It’s my daughter’s coat and she has fifteen of them. She’s probably forgotten about it and won’t miss it all,” I say. I keep the coat out because I’m not taking no for an answer.

Her eyes flare. “Your daughter?”

I inwardly curse. I don’t want her to put me in the daddy basket. I don’t want her to see me as a father to a woman her age, or remind her about the age gap at all, but if she wants to call me daddy while I’m balls deep in her, I won’t mind.

Apparently, I am that pervert.

“Take it, Adeline. I made it clear last night I don’t need a sick employee because she’s not dressed properly for a New York winter,” I say.

She reaches out, hesitating, her fingers almost touching the cloth. “Are you sure it’s okay? It looks expensive.”

I’m sure it is expensive. I’ve never worried about expense when it comes to Stephanie, or her mother. I’m not that sort of man. I made sure my alimony was overpaid so Louise could care for our daughter properly when she was young, and when Louise went back to full-time work I still paid. Steph is my daughter and I’m not going to refuse funds because I’m not with her mother.

“She’s at college in California. She doesn’t need it,” I say.

Adeline hesitates and it’s not the reaction I’m used to. She’s almost scandalized. No, not scandalized. She’s trying to understand why I’m giving her the coat for one, and uncomfortable because of the expense of the coat. I wonder what the hell type of home life she’s had if she can’t accept a gift for her own good.

She brushes the material with her fingertips, but doesn’t take it. “Oh. It’s so soft.” I expect her to take the coat, but instead she lifts mine from her chair and hands it back to me. “I can’t accept something so good. Take yours back. I promise I’ll find something suitable soon.”

“Soon?” She needs a coat now.

“I…yes…there’s a shop I know…I’ll go there,” she says.

That’s not acceptable.

I make the decision she can’t. I take my coat from her and place Steph’s coat over the back of the chair. “Now that’s settled, come into my office and have breakfast with me. I want to go over your duties for the day.”

I go into my office, satisfied when I hear her soft footsteps behind me. “Let’s sit here.”

The table and chairs I guide her to overlook the New York landscape. I don’t want my desk between us. I want to pretend that we’re not in my office at all, but I’m having breakfast with her because she stayed the night with me.

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