Page 1 of Seduced By the Boss

Chapter One

“Soaking wet as always.” His voice is low.

My fingers tangle in his hair as he inserts yet another finger, his mouth inches from my clit. I grind down against him, wanting more. He chuckles and it vibrates against my pussy.

“Please,” I beg.

“Patience, Saylor.” His voice thick with lust, but he doesn’t make me beg him again, his teeth nip at my clit and I buck beneath him. He finger fucks me and I’m in utter ecstasy. The man sure knows how to send me into the heights of pleasure.

My pleasure builds as he begins his relentless assault on my clit, biting and sucking it all while he’s still finger fucking me. I can’t fight the feeling anymore as my orgasm builds. When his teeth bite down against my clit, I detonate, grinding against his mouth. He doesn’t stop, he continues to lick and suck my pussy until my aftershocks subside.

He stands up, his fingers at his zipper. I watch on as he frees his cock. It’s thick and hard. The anticipation of waiting for him to take me has skyrocketed, the man continuously teases me.

He climbs on top of me, the feeling of his weight on me only enhances the anticipation.His lips graze against mine, and a whimper escapes me. I lean into him, wanting more; no, needing more.

“Please, Everett,” I beg, sounding breathy.

“You love when I eat you.” It’s a statement.

I moan, unable to form a coherent word.

“No matter how I give it to you, you take it, don’t you?”

I nod, his eyes dark and heated, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I love it when he talks dirty to me.

He smirks as he positions his cock at the opening of my pussy, I hold my breath as I wait for him to slide into me, it’s a feeling that I love. There is nothing better than having his thick cock inside of me, filling me up with his cum.

BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP.

I come awake with a start. Crap. Not again! Why on earth do I keep dreaming about that asshole? Shaking my head, I reach over and switch off my alarm. Ugh, when are these dreams going to end? I climb out of bed, badly in need of a shower. The worst thing about these dreams I’ve been having? They leave me horny as hell.

Walking into the office, I’m shrouded by darkness. I’m the only one here as usual. As I live an hour away from work, I have to leave earlier so I can miss the traffic. Working in Augusta and travelling from Portland is a nightmare when it comes to traffic. Working for Everett Barrett has enough perks to make it worth my while. The man is drop dead gorgeous, his voice is like sin and when he’s in a good mood he’s the nicest guy you could work for. When he’s in a bad mood, I try and stay out of his way, he has a penchant for words and sometimes those words hurt. The worst thing about working here isn’t Everett; it’s his mom and his ‘family friend’ Zara. They both think I’m beneath them and should be at their beck and call.

My phone rings, startling me from my deep thoughts. “Mr Barrett’s office, how may I help you.”

“Cancel my Everett’s appointments for Monday morning and tell him that he’s to attend brunch.” She doesn’t say hello, nor does she say goodbye when she hangs up, hell she doesn’t even let me speak.

I cancel his appointments per her demands and look at the clock, it’s ten am and no sign of Zara. Although I’m not surprised as she’s always late. Everett walked in at 8:10 and walked past me as he was on the phone, not even greeting me or acknowledging my presence. As usual. The ding of the elevator door opening brings me out of my daydream and I hear heels clicking on the marble floor. Inwardly, I groan knowing it’s Zara’s and the end of my peace and tranquillity.

“Saylor,” his deep sexy voice calls through the intercom, bouncing off the walls in my small, square box of an office. God, that voice could do some serious damage, but he sounds like he’s in one of his pissy moods again; just what I don’t need. I was hoping he’d be having one of his rare good days, I need to leave early today for a weekend of fun and debauchery. I told him a while ago, hell it’s on the damn schedule, so he’d better not try and keep me late today or I will let him have it. I lift up the phone and place it between my ear and shoulder, needing to get these emails off today. “I need you to come in here.”

“Okay, Mr Barrett, I’ll be right in.” Crap. okay, there goes trying to get off early. I’ve so much work to do and there is no way Zara will do it, I always end up doing all of my work and half of hers. She’s completely useless. I mean the only reason she got this job is because her mother and Mr Barrett’s mom are friends. Then again if you’re the only heir to the Monarch Candle company, as Zara is, then you’re going to have friends in high places. I just never understood why she’s even working here. Not only has she got money coming out of her ears, she’s also crap at her job. Most days she’ll spend it online shopping. There has to be another reason,but I haven’t figured it out yet.

I walk past Zara’s desk to see her give me a once over before turning her nose up. She doesn’t like me and I couldn't care less; she hates the way I dress and always has a comment about something. I’ve learned the art of fake smiles, they work wonders when dealing with her. The thing Zara doesn’t understand is that not everyone in this world is filthy rich like her father. Hell, most of us live pay check to pay check. I know I sure do.

Walking into Mr Barrett’s office, I suck in a deep breath. Every time we’re in the same vicinity my heart rate spikes and I get butterflies in my stomach. I blush thinking of all the things he did to me in my dream last night and I know that the color is rising up my face. He’s sexier than a Greek god. One look from him has my knees going weak and I have to hold on to something just so I don’t fall. “Sir, you wanted to see me?” I try and sound as though I’m not a hot mess whenever he’s around.

“Yes, Saylor, once you’re finished sending those important emails you can leave early.” His smooth, deep voice flows through me and I get the tingles again. I remember how his moan sounded last night and I have to squeeze my legs together to stop the want running through me. It would be highly embarrassing if he could detect my need.

My voice is shaky as I try to pull myself together. “Yes, sir, thank you.” I can’t believe he’s actually letting me leave earlier than I had asked.

“Pack a bag, I need you this weekend. I have a conference.” I’m sorry, what the hell did he just say? “I’ll need you to accompany me.” Do you know how long I’ve waited for him to say those words to me? Forever. And now he says them on the one weekend in months that I’m busy. Someone doesn’t like me today.

“I’m sorry, Mr Barrett, I can’t. I won’t be here this weekend. I had requested to leave early today.” I don’t know why I’m apologizing, when I haven’t done anything wrong.

His eyes narrow, “Where are you going? Why is this the first I'm hearing about it?” He sneers at me and just like that he’s back to being the Everett Barrett that I hate. The arrogant man that thinks everything revolves around him.

I cross my arms against my chest and look at him, he's sitting behind his desk as though he's not got a care in the world. “My best friend’s bachelorette party. I have had it booked in the calendar for months. I'm sorry, Mr Barrett, I can't go and you can't expect me to.” That’s the first time I've told him no in the six months that I've been here.

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