Page 22 of First Comes Love… Then Denial

“What is the job?” I asked.

“Whatever you want to do. If someone else has the job, I’ll just fire them,” he shrugged.

“Zane!” I laughed and whacked his arm playfully.

“Just saying,” he grinned mischievously.

“So since you’re making up the position, I’m guessing you are making up the pay too?”

“Candice,” Zane smiled, “I’m serious about you coming to work for me.”

“Is this so we can sneak off and have quickies,” I joked.

Quickies at work with Zane sounded amazing. The ideal job and fantasy. Sneaky sex with the smoking hot boss. It was like something out of a porn.

“Hadn’t crossed my mind until now,” he smirked and nipped the crook of my neck, sending a wave of heat up and down my spine. A moan left my lips.

Zane’s huge, rock hard cock pressed between us. My pussy throbbed and wetness slicked my thighs.

“Zane,” I whimpered as he tugged my head back by my hair.

“Yes?” he asked huskily.

“Make me feelgood[4].”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, lifting me up and tossing me on the bed. “I’m ready to take what’s mine.”[5]

After countless orgasms, a two-hour nap, and lunch Zane and I were in his fancy white sports car headed to my place. He offered to buy me new clothes, but I wasn’t allowing that. I didn’t want him wasting his money on me. The clothes in my closet were basically brand new since I was always wearing my work uniforms.

“Um… Are you sure you want to come in?” I asked, digging my keys out of my purse.

“Relax, Candice,” Zane glanced at me, smiled, and then turned his attention back to the road. “I’m not some trust fund, silver-spooned dickhead.”

Did I talk in my sleep, last night?

“I never called you that… to your face.”

“There’s the sassy woman I’ve grown to like,” he teased, making my heart race.

He liked me?

Deep down I knew I was reading too much into things. This was just some casual fun. He probably just meant that he liked my sassy personality not me as a woman. At least not in a romantic way.

“You are lost in thought again, Candice,” Zane laughed. “What are you thinking about?”

“Do you like me?” I blurted like a fucking moron. A groan followed just as quickly. “Ignore that. I’m not sure where that came from.”

“Relax,” he chuckled, then held out his hand with the palm facing up. I glanced at his hand. “If you give me your hand, the answer will be revealed.”

He sounded like some old-fashioned magician. I couldn’t help but giggle. Nervously, I placed my hand in his. He intertwined our fingers then brought our hands up to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of my hand.

It amazed me how a simple touch could give me the butterfly effect. I felt like a little school girl. I faced the window so Zane couldn’t see the cheezy smile plastered on my face.

“Of course I like you.” Zane’s confession only made my girly smile bigger.

“Good to know,” I whispered, trying to contain my excitement.

“And what about you?”

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