Page 70 of Foreplay with the Boss

I slid inside her, growling at how amazing she felt. “You fit me so perfectly, Kat. In every way.” I laced my fingers with hers and pinned her hands above her head so I could look down at every inch of her sexy body as I rode her, fast and hard like she’d demanded.

Amazing sensations zipped through my body, one after another. My balls tightened and I gritted my teeth, determined to keep my grip on my control until she’d had her fill.

“Right…there…Yes, yes, yes.” She shuddered, her orgasm taking over her body, and I drove into her tight pussy again and again, making sure she got every ounce of pleasure possible.

Then I let go of my control.

We fell to the couch, a mess of tangled, sweaty limbs. I curled her close as I worked to catch my breath.

“Say you’re mine again,” Kat said, dragging her fingertips over my lips.

I kissed them and then slipped my hand over her hip, fitting her to me. “I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”

Epilogue

KAT

“A Mr. Stone is here to see you.” My stomach completed a somersault, and I worked to keep my voice even. “Send him on in.”

I turned to Sarah to finish our conversation, the last thing on my to-do list for today— well, on my work to-do list. “I need that to hit my inbox by tomorrow by three at the very latest.”

“But I’m supposed to have dinner with my boyfriend tonight, and?—”

I pursed my lips and gave her the stern look I’d finally perfected. Part of me still wanted to say oh, well, then go ahead and take another day. Enjoy being in love and all that jazz. But then I’d be the one under duress, and the clients wouldn’t care why, just that I wasn’t ready on the date I told them it’d be. “If you did it the way I asked the first time, you’d have time to do that. I guess the question is, do I need to give this project to someone else, or can you handle it?”

She swallowed. “I can handle it.” She didn’t exactly look happy about it, but she gathered her stuff, pausing to check out Jameson as he neared the open doorway of my office.

Not that I blamed her. He always looked sexy, but his bright cornflower blue tie made his blue eyes even bluer, and the lines of his suit spoke of his athletic build and power all at the same time. He always managed to suck every ounce of air out of a room, and he did it in a way that made you glad to struggle to catch your breath.

Sarah nodded and rushed past him, head down. He glanced after her, then looked at me. “Good job.”

“I’m sure I did a good job, but which job are we talking about?”

“You just had to lay down the law with your employee, I can tell. And she left slightly affronted but also determined—the perfect combination.”

“Well, I had a good teacher.” I twisted my blinds to shut off the view of my office and closed the door, double-checking it was locked. Then I gestured to the chair across from my desk. “Have a seat, Mr. Stone, and we can get started.”

He reached for me as I started past him and I shot him the same stern look I’d used moments ago. “Didn’t you hear me? Have. A. Seat.”

His eyes darkened, and then he sat in the chair I’d indicated.

Through a lot of brainstorming and work, we’d managed to save about a third of the jobs in the Hartford branch. It wasn’t the magical miracle that happened in the movies, but at least the people who were pulling their weight were rewarded. Several families had to relocate, but that was life, even if I wished it was a little easier, sunnier, and fairer once in a while.

Jameson offered me a marketing position at his office, but the power balance would’ve been off, and let’s face it, we could only use his office as our sexual playground for so long before it got out of hand. Another marketing firm offered me the manager position I was in now, and once in a while I even consulted on a few of Jameson’s accounts.

Balance was the name of the game.

I perched on my desk, held up a finger, and glanced at the clock. Three, two, one… Six o’clock on the dot. My intercom buzzed. “Is there anything else before I head home?” Lisa asked.

I’d pilfered one of the Hartford branch’s employees so she could come work with me, and she was happy to relocate to Boston, saying she needed a fresh start.

“No, thank you. Have a good night.”

“See you tomorrow—oh, and I’m bringing cupcakes so we can celebrate landing that new account.”

“I’ll grab the wine.” We had to celebrate the wins, after all. With it officially past quitting time, I turned my full attention to my sexy boyfriend, ready to get back to business. “Now, where were we?”

I rested one of my heeled feet on his knee, and his harsh exhale made it clear he’d discovered the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear under this skirt.

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