Page 19 of Claimed By the Boss

A whole new wardrobe wasprovided for her at his apartment, along with shoes and the relevant lingerie.

In the morning, she madecoffee, cooked their breakfast, and Gabriel drove them to work. She usuallywalked home, took a taxi, or the bus. Most often, it was walking. Recently,Gabriel had been taking her home.

Now, as she stood in themail room, sorting out her cart, she felt her cheeks start to heat. Before theyleft his apartment, Gabriel had reached beneath her skirt and felt the pantiesshe wore. He removed them and placed them in his pocket. According to him, ifshe wanted them back, she was to hand-deliver the mail to him. Nora didn’t knowhow she was going to do that seeing as she always handed them to Trudy.

She couldn’t believe shewas at work and not wearing underwear. It seemed completely absurd for her notto wear any lingerie. Well, she was in her bra, but no panties.

Each time she went to thebathroom and was alone, she tried to see if there was a way of anyone knowing.This was crazy. She was going to lose her mind at this rate.

Either way, her cart wasfull, the mail room was in working order, and the staff were happy. It was rarefor her to enjoy this kind of peace. Before she got this position, the mailroom always seemed in a state of panic.

Moving to the elevator,she clicked the button that would take her to the top floor. This made hernervous. She never used to be nervous about going to see Trudy. The woman was adream and so easy to talk to.

Her stomach started totense as she got to the final floor, and then the bell tolled. She thought shewas going to be sick.

Trudy was an observantwoman, and there was no doubt she probably already knew something was going on.Stepping out of the elevator, she wondered if she would see disapproval on herface. Disappointment maybe?

There was no Trudy at herdesk. Nora hesitated. This was unusual. When she delivered mail, Trudy wasalways at her desk, ready to receive it. This made no sense.

That meant there was onlyone place she could go—Gabriel’s office.

She took a deep breath.This was fine.

They had sex over theweekend. He took her virginity and they had sex multiple times. She was alittle sore, but it wasn’t a bad kind of pain. It was all fine.

She stepped toward thedoor, expecting to find Gabriel either not there or busy, or perhaps on a phonecall. He was in his chair, leaning back with this smirk on his face.

“Uh, Trudy is not at herdesk,” she said, stating the obvious.

“Running important errandsfor me. Is that mail for me?”

She had no idea how toreact. She had seen this man naked. Had been up close and personal with him.She’d felt him inside her. There were technically no secrets between them. Yet,their relationship, at her own request, was secret. She didn’t want anyone toknow.

In fact, this morning,over coffee, she had checked the employee handbook, and there was no mention ofinternal relationships. In fact, there was a side note that stated any turmoilin internal relationships was to be handled outside, and not to be dealt withinside working hours. If they broke these rules, both sides jobs would beterminated. It sounded fair. In a strange way.

Nora hadn’t known ofanyone to lose their job through a breakup. Technically, her and Gabriel’srelationship was completely fine. Apart from the fact he was the boss anddeserved someone better. Someone who had money and possibly a title.

Pulling out of herthoughts, she nodded her head and stepped forward. “Yes, yes, this mail is foryou.”

She was more than aware ofher panty-less state. She handed the mail over to him across his desk. Hedidn’t take it, and instead raised a brow at her, and she knew what he wanted.Of course, she knew what he wanted. It would be crazy not to know what hewanted.

Nora couldn’t help butglance behind her.

“We will not beinterrupted,” Gabriel said.

She had no doubt of him.Still, this was work, and to her, they were already breaking boundaries. Bossand employee seemed like a big boundary break.

Even though her nerveswere getting the better of her, she found herself moving around the desk andgetting closer to him. She held out the mail, and Gabriel didn’t take it. Hishand touched the inside of her knee. She couldn’t help but swallow as he slowlymoved beneath the skirt and didn’t stop even once as he cupped her pussy.

Nora tried to convinceherself to be cold, or made of steel, or iron, but the moment he touched herpussy, she was nothing but weak. She closed her eyes and let out a moan as asingle finger slid between her pussy. He groaned, and she clenched her hands,scrunching up the mail in the process.

He stroked a single fingeracross her clit, but then slid it down, going toward her entrance, and hepressed it deep inside her, making her moan. She couldn’t hold back, not thatshe wanted to.

He had complete controlover her. There was nothing she could do. She was putty in his hands. Weak.

He added a second finger.“I love how wet you are.”

“Gabriel?” she asked, notquite sure what she was asking for, but then he shocked her by pushing thechair out from the desk, and moving her toward him.

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