Page 30 of Billionaire Alpha Bosshole

“What’s so bad about a boss and his assistant having lunch together?” he asks and then winks.

“You mean the boss who was openly cruel to said assistant?” I tease with folded arms.

He looks like he couldn’t care less about what anybody thinks.

“You worry yourself too much,” he says, standing up and walking over to me. “Why do you care what anybody says?”

He sits at the edge of his desk, takes my hand, and pulls me closer to himself.

My heart skips a bit. We’re too close. I can feel his breath against my skin.

“Jayden,” I try to speak.

“Shhh,” he shushes me, placing a finger on my lips.

My legs quiver at that and I fight to keep my composure. He puts his hand around my waist and pulls me even closer until I’m looking into his eyes and he into mine.

He begins to caress my neck with his nose as I shut my eyes, quietly enjoying the moment. The rest of the world seems so far away.

My senses heighten, and my attention is focused on the subtle, intoxicating fragrance of his Cologne.

It’s all too familiar. The unique blend of earthy notes and a hint of citrus dance in the air, teasing my olfactory senses.

With each breath I take, I feel as though I am unraveling the layers of his essence.

As I continue to stand there, my eyes half-closed, I can't help but smile at the melody of our moments together rubbing against each other’s bare skin.

I feel myself drawing closer, unable to resist the allure of his entire being.

Then his hand cups my breast so tenderly. He slips them under my shirt and makes his way past my bra, hurriedly caressing my nipples.

The feeling is too electrifying. I want him to stop, but at the same time, I want him to bend me over his desk and fuck the shit out of me.

“Jayden,” I whisper.

“You like it, don’t you?” he asks, staring me dead in the eye.

I let out a moan as my mouth lay wide open, trying to take in all of the pleasure he fingers offer.

When he moves his hands to go underneath my skirt, I pull away.

“Someone could just walk in here,” I say, rearranging my shirt.

I almost completely forgot that we are at the office. I struggle to steady my breathing as I pat my hair back to ensure it’s not out of place and straighten my skirt, the slippery wet fluid between my legs almost crippling me.

“No one would see us. I want you so bad.”

Hearing the words come out of his mouth nearly makes me pounce on him and tear his clothes to shreds. I want him too, but not at the expense of my job.

“Jayden, this is too risky.”

If only he knew how much I want him buried inside me.

There’s a knock on the door and it flings open.

Pamela walks briskly toward us, shooting me curious glances.

I try not to look so nervous as I look at Jayden. He keeps a straight face.

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