Page 6 of The Boss

I’m not in a clear mind. I must not be, because kissing my boss is the best idea ever.

“Alessa,” she whispers, her lips so close to mine I can feel her breath. “If you’d like to leave, I’ll understand. But if you stay…” She trails off, her voice as soft as velvet. Her eyes, deep and searching, hold me there, asking without words.

I can’t find any to respond, but the answer is clear in my body’s response to her, in the way my hands tighten against her, in the way I close the final gap and press my lips to hers. It’s soft at first, a slow brush, but the spark that flickers between us is undeniable. Her kiss deepens, all-consuming, and I’m more than willing to let myself fall entirely into her.

Kissing my boss? The best thing ever.

Chapter 4

Julianna

So we’re clear, seducing my intern was not something I had on my radar today.

But, oh, I have a problem. While Presley didn’t explicitly tell me to sleep with my intern… hmph. She knew what she was doing. This wouldn’t be the first time I let my high libido get the best of me and cause chaos in the office. Granted, those other interns… they never let slip what we had done. I made sure of it.

Alessa, though, is a bit of an outlier. She’s not someone I’ve had my sights on since her arrival. I haven’t lusted after her to the point that I can no longer help myself and must court the rage of HR, as hobbled as they are in this company. I wouldn’t have even thought to seduce her like this if it wasn’t for Presley’s cute challenge.Oh, she knew what she was doing.She knew that I couldn’t think about anything else if this woman – Alessa – came into my office and practically offered herself on the altar of our mutual sexuality.

Did Presley know something about this intern that I didn’t? Doesn’t matter. I have a habit of convincing any woman I want to at least kiss me. I’ve been the first and only lesbian lover of many women in this city.

Would it be the same with Alessa, the one who can barely fill out a spreadsheet correctly?

“When I see something I want,” I begin, backing her up against my desk, “I get it. No other alternatives. Period.”

She’s young. Slightly younger than I like to hook up with since I’ve always preferred someone either right at my level or a little above it. Aspirations, and all that. Even so, for a one-night stand, I could do way worse than Alessa.

She’s beautiful, anyway.

I’ve never noticed it before. All right, maybe I have. I’ve seen her come and go around the office, with her round face framed by locks of chestnut hair, perfect for styling and pulling. A throat that begs to be noticed. Posture that entices a grown woman like me whenever she walks into the room and sees her, legs crossed, at her desk updating spreadsheets and flipping through reports. If I were a baser version of myself, I’d slam her against the back of her cheap swivel chair and fuck her until she stopped begging for it – which would only happen when I’ve completely worn her out. But why stop there?

Thinking about that, with her already whimpering beneath me, gets me more aroused than I expected.

In the small amount of time I had between calling her up and Alessa’s arrival, I contacted the head of my security team and had him run a quick background check on her. I’m not only talking about her legal history. We’re talking social media, high school newspaper articles, interoffice comments from her professors, whatever the man has on hand at the last minute. He got back to me saying that Alessa is boring in terms of her sociallife. No significant other. A short string of friends who may have been lovers but are now out of the picture.

She comes from a middle-class family. Nothing insidious there. Her record is clean, of course, otherwise she wouldn’t have a job here. She’s not like anyone I’ve dated recently. Hell, since I was in high school. Not seriously dated, anyway. I don’t count the random hookups I have when I imbibe a lot and take the first pretty woman I see back to my hotel room.

Alessa is safe. Somewhat boring. Maybe there’s more beneath her surface, but… well, I’ll have to look, won’t I?

I kiss her again. The first kiss had been perfunctory, to gauge her reaction. She hadn’t resisted me. She has that glazed look now. When I kiss her this second time, it’s with the determination to seduce her skirt off.

Instead, the first thing I think as my lips sink against hers ismine.

I cut the kiss short. Her breasts heave up and down beneath me, but I’m too distracted to admire her cleavage.Mine.It’s been a long time since I felt that way after a first kiss with a girl.

Way, way too long.

So, I kiss her a third time, to make sure.

She’s not a shy kisser. Which is good, because it means she’s into it, for now. She might be making one of the most foolish mistakes of her life, but she also knows it’s a mistake worth making. Because it’s me. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out she’s already in love with me. Half the queer women in this building fantasize about me bedding them.

Mine. She’s mine.

You’re right, brain. She’s ours. Our perfect submissive darling. For tonight, anyway.

I do love it when someone instantly melts in my arms. That look burning in her heavy-lidded eyes… ah, she’s responding to my drive to dominate. Her legs ease open without a singlethought on her part. I almost wish she had her hair up so I could rip it down for her.

Not only is this going to be one of the easiest bets I’ve ever won, but I’m going to enjoy every moment of it too.

What to do… what to make her do…

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