Page 17 of The Councilor

I took a sip of wine, my thoughts reverting to the time I’d spent with the man. “Really? I didn’t know.”

“Where have you been, girl?” Angie was in her usual teasing mood. “That man is fuckable up one side of the street and down the other.”

I almost spit out my wine, forced to wipe beads from my chin. “Oh, that’s just what I need to hear prior to returning to work tomorrow. I need to concentrate on my work.”

“You are a fuddy-duddy. Technical term.” Jackie shook her head. “It’s okay to think of your boss as a hot man.”

“And to have sexy fantasies about him.” Angie was already laughing.

“Both of you are terrible. Just terrible. He’s my boss. It’s a forbidden kind of thing. You know?” I doled out a heaping spoonful of my favorite food, inhaling the aroma until I felt like I was drunk on the sauce.

“Forbidden? In what language?”

I casually gave Jackie a stare, unable to keep from grinning. “In just about every single romance novel.”

“That’s your problem,” Angie pushed as she pointed a finger at me. “You live vicariously through romance books. You need to actually experience life. You’re not getting any younger.”

“Oh, thanks. I feel so much better now.” At least the three of us could laugh. Meanwhile, the bad girl inside of me was drifting back to the highly sexual thoughts I’d had about the man.

“I wonder what his cock looks like,” Jackie added so out of the blue that I did spit out some food.

I couldn’t grab a napkin fast enough. The terrible thing was that I’d been wondering about that since I’d walked into his office. “Jackie. That is not appropriate. That could get me fired.”

Angie huffed. “Please. You are a find for anyone. He’d be flattered.”

“What, if I asked him to show me?” The two women were much more amorous than I was. But neither one of them had hung around a man for longer than a few weeks, Angie forced to endure a not so nice guy a couple of months before.

“Yes,” Angie said with that evil grin on her face.

“No. And stop it before I have a panic attack. I need to face him tomorrow.”

“Come on. You can’t tell us that you didn’t have at least one inappropriate thought about the man. Just one little one.” Angie held up her finger, placing it against her lips. We knew each other’s secrets, our likes and dislikes. I’d been the one to allow them to cry on my shoulder while suggesting whatever asshole in question hadn’t been good enough for them.

I munched on a bite, allowing my mind to swirl around his sexy smile and expressive eyes. He did have a way of evoking wicked fantasies.

As he pulled me onto all fours, I gasped and clawed the bedding. The man had full control of my body, something that should frighten me but didn’t.

“I’m going to fuck you like a sweet little whore. That is what you want, Raphaella. Yes? Do not lie to me.”

“Never.”

He cracked his hand against my bottom, the action startling. “Try again, princess.”

“Fine. Yes. Yes.” He had no idea how much I wanted that.

“Good girl. Now, I’ll reward you for your honesty.” As soon as he thrust the entire length of his cock inside, I let out an intense moan.

Which is exactly what I did in real life.

“Oh, boy. You are having fantasies.” Jackie was flushed, fanning her face on purpose.

“Confession time or else.”

Angie winked again and I shivered. “Okay, fine. So I’ve had a few… maybe a dozen naughty images floating in front of my mind. Mostly about his big, thick cock. Happy now?”

Their squeals indicated way too much excitement, but it felt good to share my pure wickedness with them.

“You’ll need to confess more but that will do for starters. By the way, you do look hot in the glasses. It creates the illusion of a sexy yet deprived intern in need of having her virtue taken.” Angie jerked back before I could slap her.

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