Page 6 of Foreplay with the Boss

My cock twitched at the idea of her doing anything I told her to, and its vote was bending her over my desk right here and right now.

Luckily my other head was in charge, even if its hold on making good decisions was shakier than usual. “The shoes are fine. Professional work attire is all that I ask, and you look very professional.” And also like you’ve just been fucked eight ways till Sunday, and I’d like to be the ninth.

Of all the women I could meet on the train, of all the offices she could walk into, why’d it have to be mine?

“I’m afraid my attempt to make a good impression totally failed.”

“You definitely make an impression,” I slipped and said.

Her eyebrow arched. “Look, I know you must be thinking I’m some spoiled girl whose daddy had to call in a favor to get her a job. Did he explain that I…?” She glanced down at her lap, where she was wringing her hands. “I have a hard time being as assertive as I need to. Which I suppose I don’t really have to tell you, since you saw it on the train.”

Some internal war raged inside her head, or maybe it was a pep-talk because she raised her gaze to mine and worked at keeping it there. “But I promise, I’m a hard worker. I’ll earn my job on my own merits, but I’m asking you to teach me how to be more assertive. How to be the kind of boss people listen to. If I don’t learn how, my dad’s going to pass the company on to this other doucheba—sorry, that’s not professional, and now you’re going to think that I’m lying about the fact that I actually am.”

“In my professional opinion, there are plenty of douchebags in our profession.”

She cracked a smile, and I told the warmth trying to spread through my chest to knock it off. “Anyway, my father will pass it on to him, but the company has been in my family for years, and I don’t want to let them down.”

And the hits just. Kept. Coming. Now I had to feel bad that my plans to restructure the company were going to not only leave Stu Taylor without an office to run but Kat—er, Katrina—wouldn’t be getting the job she was gunning for, either.

The least I could do was give her the needed skills to land another job, and I swore right then and there, that I would.

“I’ll teach you everything I can in the time we have,” I said. “You will?”

“Isn’t that why you’re here?” She nodded.

“Maybe say it out loud, like you mean it—people tend to take that a little more to heart.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

She lifted her chin a few inches. “Yes, I want to learn from the best, and that’s you.”

I’d like to say I was above feeling a surge of pride over that, but I wasn’t. It was the truth, too. I was the best, mostly because I didn’t let emotion get in the way. In the end, she might hate me for it, but my training would help her land on her feet after everything went down.

She uncrossed and re-crossed those riveting legs of hers. “And what I lack in assertiveness, I make up with passion, tenacity, and endurance. One of my other goals is to make things easier on you as well, so this arrangement feels less like pity and more mutually beneficial for both of us.”

She was killing me with words that could be applied all too easily to the bedroom. Mutually beneficial, passion, tenacity… I’d love to see any of those things in action, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from saying that endurance was something I was well-known for. “Well, then. Let’s get started.”

I stood and gestured for her to walk out the door of my office, so I could get her settled at the desk I’d positioned steps outside of my door.

My inner masochist came out because instead of looking away from the sway of her hips and the way the fabric of her skirt hugged her ass, I went ahead and drank in the view.

She claimed she wanted to make things easier, but I was sure nothing about this arrangement would be easy. Not with my thoughts constantly straying to her body and all the things I’d love to do to it.

No, hard was definitely the operative word.

CHAPTER 5

Kat

Don’t have dirty thoughts about the boss, don’t have dirty thoughts about the boss, don’t have dirty thoughts about the boss… I kept on chanting it inside my head as I stepped inside his office on Wednesday morning. We’d worked together for two whole days, and I’d only imagined him stripping off his suit and undoing those buttons on his shirt once or twice.

Okay, maybe three or four times. An hour.

I told myself it’d just been too long since I’d had sex, and even that barely qualified since I never got to cross the finish line without helping myself while Neil cleaned up. Even then, though, it wasn’t like sex had ever been a big part of my life. Unless you counted my fictional tastes, and those books were what got me through the long, cold, lonely nights.

“Good morning, Mr. Stone.”

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