Page 51 of Bossalicious Bad Boy

"Please, don't stop," Clara pleads, her voice cracking with emotion. "I need this."

"Believe me, so do I," I tell her, increasing the pace of my thrusts. As much as I crave my own release, what really drives me is the need to bring Clara to the heights of ecstasy – to show her just how much she means to me.

"Oh, I'm... I'm..." Clara gasps, struggling to find the words as the wave of pleasure starts to wash over her.

"Clara," I murmur, feeling my own climax approaching like a freight train. Her body is quivering beneath me, but I can see the trust and surrender in her eyes.

She whimpers, reaching back to grip my hand that's still in her hair. The gesture is so tender and unexpected that it pushes me over the edge.

"Ah, fuck, Clara," I groan as waves of pleasure crash through me, causing my body to shudder with each pulse. I collapse onto her, our skin slick with sweat, and press my lips to her spine, kissing my way down as I catch my breath. Clara's heartbeat pounds against my chest, and for a moment, all other thoughts fade away.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice shaky but genuine. I can tell that this wasn't just about physical release for her, but also a way to feel connected and grounded in the chaos of our lives.

"Anytime," I reply, but even as the words leave my mouth, I know there's more to it than that. It's not just about sex or comfort; it's about the deeper bond we're forging between us, one that transcends our roles as boss and intern.

"Alex?" Clara asks, her voice soft and questioning. "What happens now?"

I sigh, knowing that the real world waits outside this office, and nothing has really changed between us. But I can't bring myself to let go of this connection, even if it means navigating unfamiliar territory.

"First, we clear your father’s name," I suggest, realizing that sometimes vulnerability and honesty are the strongest foundations for a relationship. “Together.”

"Okay," she agrees, her voice full of hope and warmth. As I hold her close, I finally understand that the walls I've built around myself aren't meant to keep others out, but rather to protect what's most precious – the people I care about.

25

CLARA

I can feel my heart pounding as I watch Alexander stride into the company records room, his tall, lean figure cutting through the space with an air of authority. There's something about his presence that always sets me on edge, but this time it's different. This time, we're here for a purpose, and I'm determined to find answers.

"Clara," he says quietly when he reaches me, his eyes immediately focusing on the task at hand. As much as I despise the Blaese family for what they've done to my father, I can't help but admire Alexander's dedication to uncovering the truth. It's not like him to be so driven by anything other than his company.

"Thank you for coming," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. "We need to talk about Michael Williams' downfall and Daniel Blaese's involvement."

"Right," he nods, scanning the rows of books around us. "Let's find somewhere quiet. I don't want anyone at the office hearing about our investigation."

"Good idea." I lead him to a secluded corner, where two uncomfortable chairs sit waiting for us. We settle in, surrounded by towering shelves filled with knowledge and secrets. It's the perfect place for our clandestine meeting.

"Alright," I begin, pulling out a folder stuffed with documents. "These are all the records I could find regarding my father's case. It doesn't make sense, Alexander. He was accused of embezzlement, but there's no way he could have pulled it off without someone else's help. And that someone has to be your father."

"Clara, I know how much this means to you, and I promise I'll do everything in my power to help you find the truth. But we need to be careful," he warns, his eyes dark and serious. "There are powerful people involved. People who won't hesitate to silence anyone who gets in their way."

"Trust me, I'm not afraid of them," I say defiantly. But despite my bravado, I can feel a shiver run down my spine. The thought of going up against the Blaese family is terrifying, but I know I have to push through the fear if I want to get justice for my father.

"Alright, let's start with the financial records," Alexander suggests, his voice low and steady. He reaches for a stack of papers, his fingers brushing against mine as he does so. It's a small touch, but it sends an unexpected jolt of electricity through me.

"Sorry," he murmurs, pulling his hand away quickly. I can tell he's trying to focus on the task at hand, but there's something in the air between us that wasn't there before.

"Let's just get to work," I say, trying to ignore the sudden tension. We spend the next several hours poring over documents and discussing theories, driven by our shared desire to uncover the truth and hold those responsible accountable. And as we work side by side, I can't help but notice how different Alexander is from his cold, ruthless reputation. Underneath that billionaire alpha male exterior, there's a vulnerability that I never expected to see.

But no matter how much my feelings for him may be growing, I can't forget the pain his family has caused mine. So I focus on the facts, on the evidence that will bring Michael Williams' downfall to light. And with Alexander by my side, I feel more determined than ever to find the answers we're searching for.

"Alright, let's start with what we know about your father," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I can feel Alexander's presence beside me, his focus on the task at hand both reassuring and unnerving.

"Right," he replies, flipping open a folder in front of him. "According to these reports, Dad was involved in some shady business deals that could have had major repercussions for my company. There were talks about removing him from the board — a move that was recommended by your father."

"Which would explain why my dad might have felt threatened," I add thoughtfully, tapping my pen against my chin. The wheels in my head spin as I try to piece together the puzzle before us.

Alexander's eyes meet mine, and for a moment, we share an unspoken understanding - a mutual acknowledgment of the weight of our investigation. Then he looks away, returning his attention to the documents, his fingers drumming impatiently on the table.

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