Page 55 of Hating the Boss

My stirring woke Sarah up, whether from a sex-filled daze or sleep, I wasn’t sure.

“Mmm,” she said groggily, lifting her head and looking up at me.

“Hey,” I said softly, nipping at her nose.

She giggled and batted me away. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost eight.”

“Seriously?” she asked, sitting up suddenly.

My eyes fell to her breasts, bare and bouncing with the sudden movement. I reached up and trailed her pink nipples with my fingers.

“Uh-uh, mister,” she said, with a shake of her head, pulling her amazing rack away from my grasp.

I chuckled as she tried to cover them with her arm, but there was still plenty left to view between her legs. Noticing my gaze wandering there, she clamped her legs shut as she searched for her clothes on the hardwood floor.

Well, dress and bra because, to my delight, she hadn’t worn any underwear. If I had known that when she walked in earlier, I would have hung up the phone and canceled my meeting.

“You are insatiable, you know that?” she asked, rolling her eyes playfully.

“I’m not the one who showed up here without any undergarments…” I reminded her.

Her cheeks flushed as she grabbed her bra. She slung it over her shoulders. It was a really good bra. The way the lace let just enough show, and the engineering on it made her already perfect breasts even better. She turned her back to me and wordlessly pointed at the clasp.

I reluctantly hooked the delicate hooks and ran my fingers down the small of her bare back. She arched back slightly at the graze of my hands, her brown hair tickling my wrist. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. It pretty much knocked the air out of me, the way her lips were parted in a perfect pout and her hair hung around her face, perfectly framing it.

Damn, she was beautiful.

And flexible. What we had just done on my desk was mind-blowing. I didn’t think I would ever look at the desk the same. At least, not without imagining her bent over it.

The way she had screamed my name against the surface of the desk will forever echo in my ears. I was just glad no one was here to hear her. Or me. We had both climaxed in a pleasure-filled symphony that had left both our bodies and throats wrecked.

Every night it got better, which seemed impossible since the first time I took her against the office door. We had practically had sex on every surface or wall of my office, or at least had made it a mission to. I couldn’t get enough of her. I was insatiable.

And it wasn’t just the sex.

I was growing excited to see her each day, whether she was bringing me lunch or sitting in on a meeting, or secretly performing her secretarial work. My nerves were always at an all-time high knowing I would see her each day. Knowing we would talk or bicker or banter in the way that bounced off each other in a sarcastic duet. She could handle me. I liked the way she got fired up and put me in my place most days.

She was smart and sexy and witty, and I knew telling her to “run along” today would piss her off and lead to amazing, angry sex. I knew it would piss her off because Sarah could keep up with any man, if not outrun them. She was dynamite.

But every night, after explosive sex, she had to leave in a hurry, making me wonder what the rush was. Tonight was the latest she had stayed. If she was worried about the cleaning crew, they wouldn’t be in until ten, which I had reminded her almost every night.

“Where are you off to?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows. I watched as her eyes roved over my naked body. The way she swallowed hard. For a moment, I thought maybe she would stay for another round.

“Home,” she said, averting her gaze and shimmying her dress over her head.

“What’s the rush?” I asked.

“I told you at my interview, I take care of my sister…” she said, standing up and not going into further detail. I hadn’t pushed her to, but I was growing more and more curious about her other life outside of the office.

“Right.” I nodded, knowing she wasn’t going to offer an explanation.

I rolled over and grabbed my clothes and began reluctantly getting dressed. A part of me wished we could stay here all night in this bubble we had created. One I hadn’t expected to enjoy so much since making this deal with her. Throughout all of the kisses and hand holding we had been putting on for show, a small part of me believed it was real. Wanted it to be. I hated to admit it, but I was starting to grow feelings for her.

I was playing with fire, but I didn’t want to be the one who got burned.

Not again.