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I give a soft moan, enjoying his warm minty breath against my skin. “Yes!” I automatically wrap my arms around his neck. “We can't do this.”

“I remember how your pussy tasted,” he licks the length of my neckline and I shiver.

My entire body ignites. I cannot help but imagine Sterling between my spread thighs, making me repeatedly cum. We only had sex once, but I will never forget that night. He’s a connoisseur at making love.

I can hardly speak as I remember every vivid moment of our encounter. “I'm your employee. This can't happen,” I mutter.

Our gazes clash.

Sterling caresses my cheek. He bends and sucks my earlobe into his hot mouth, nibbling before whispering, “It would be so easy for me to have you right there on my desk.”

As I gasp, he takes my open mouth with his. Our tongues duel, and he kisses me deeper while holding me closer. I let out a soft moan when his hand cups my breast. My panties aresaturated at this point, and I crave to feel him deep inside my core.

I'm falling under his spell when Sterling suddenly lets me go.

“Be here tomorrow morning at seven o'clock sharp, Ayana.”

I take in gulps of air, trying to calm down. Then, I nod, straighten my shoulders and walk out the door, wonderingwhat the hell just happened?

As I make my way out of the building, my mask of calm confidence fades. I get inside my car and release a nervous laugh. I cup my hands to my cheeks. I would have allowed him to bend me over on his desk and have his way with me if he hadn’t stopped.

“Woman, you are in some deep shit.”

CHAPTER 7

Sterling

I’m truly and royally fucked.

I watch the roundness of Ayana’s ass as she walks out the door closing it behind her. My hand closes around my mouth, and I briefly close my eyes before opening them again. I’m surrounded by her sweet, delectable scent. I’m hard as a fucking rock. I cup my length and give it a firm squeeze. Shit!

I loosen my tie, yanking it off my neck, and place it on my desk as I inhale a long breath. This can’t be happening.

I stare at the computer screen, unable to focus on work. Sensuous thoughts of my delectable assistant keep floating through my head. Her beauty, as well as her body, is alluring.She’s more appealing than any woman I’ve ever met before, and I’ve been with a lot of women in my time.

She’s quite the handful of soft curves, sweet pussy, and the softest lips that I want to taste repeatedly. Beautiful women don’t normally phase me. I have never lost my head over a woman before. I have never even come this close to feeling this deeply about a woman.

But there is something about Ayana Banks. I just need her to obey and give in to my demands. I want her to quit of her own free will, even if I must use underhanded tactics to urge her along. If Ayana gives an inch, she could own me heart, body, and soul. That would be a first for me.

The tension running through my body makes me want to go after her. I want to fuck her in a way that will have her walking funny for days. Her eyes begged me to take her and satiate both of our needs.

I groan and give my dick another squeeze. I need to get a move on because I have a meeting in—I glance down at the Rolex at my wrist—about five minutes.

I walk into the meeting with a shitty disposition but pull myself together. No other woman has gotten under my skin like Ayana. It will be interesting to see if she falls under the pressure of me being her boss. I smile at the thought.

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen.” I make my way to the head of the table and begin the meeting in a better mood than I was earlier.

CHAPTER 8

Ayana

My eyes fly open. I bolt straight up in the bed. Anxiety fires through me. I rub my eyes and turn my head, blinking until my vision focuses on the alarm clock numbers.

"Damn it!" I throw the blankets off me and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I want to kick myself for forgetting to reset the alarm.

With no time to spare, I throw on the clothes I had laid out the night before and brush my bedhead in the car on the way to work. It’s my first official day in my new position, and it’s starting off rough.

Last night, I struggled to sleep, caught up in a web of worry about how I will handle my feelings for Sterling on top of the pressure of my new office responsibilities.

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