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If you saw the #hotboss, Mum, you’d be wanting to think with your body too.
Me:
OMG! Jules, stop. Now I’m going to have nightmares.
Mum:
I don’t know where I went wrong with you, Jules.
I drop my phone into my bag. That conversation could go on forever if I continue to engage. Then I kick off my shoes. As great as those heels look, they bloody hurt like hell. I’ve been waiting all day for the relief. Except it’s only going to hurt worse when I have to shove my feet back into them. I need to remember to pack a pair of sensible shoes. Now that I’m going to have my own office, I can keep things like that in there. Most importantly, I can lock myself away from the temptation of my boss.
Twenty minutes later, Nathan returns. “You waited?” He looks surprised.
“I want to see this office. Get a head start for Monday.” I stand and pick up my bag and shoes. I’m not putting my feet back into them yet.
Nathan looks down at my bare feet. An odd look crosses his face.Please don’t tell me the man has a foot fetish.I can’t deal with that. It would be a major turn-off for me. The idea of someone sucking on my toes is just a big, fatno. Not for me. I’m not kink shaming. If that’s your thing, then that’s fine. It’s just not mine. That being said, if it’s Nathan’s thing, maybe it would cure me of this insane crush I have on the man.
“Do you have a foot fetish?” I ask.
His head snaps up, and that icy gaze connects with mine. “I have many fetishes. Feet are not one of them. Come on.” He turns around.
I follow him through the offices. It appears mine is on the opposite side of the hall. I’ve walked past this door a bazillion times this week, except it didn’t have my name on it like it does now.Bentley Johnson.In gold cursive lettering on a black plaque sits in the centre of the door.
I pull my phone out and snap a photo. Nathan smiles at me. “You ready?”
“I’ve been ready since Monday,” I say. I wait for him to unlock the door. He opens it, holding an arm out and motioning for me to walk inside. It’s small, a quarter of the size of his office. But I’m a first-year associate. It’s more than what I expected. Honestly, I thought I’d be stuck in a cubicle somewhere. “Oh my god! I can’t believe it. This is mine?” I point to my chest.
“Pretty sure that’s your name on the front,” he says, crossing the threshold and closing the door.
I’m suddenly aware of his proximity in an enclosed space.Is it hot in here?Shit, I should leave. I know I should make a hasty escape. Even as I watch him take very slow, very measured steps towards me, I know I should leave. That look in his eyes… It’s not professional. The way my heart is beating erratically in my chest. Even less so.
“What are you doing?” My question is barely a whisper as he stops right in front of me.
“What I’ve been dying to do since fucking Monday,” he says.
“What’s that?” I have to tilt my head up to look at him.
“This.” Both of his hands reach out and cup my cheeks. “It’s past six. It’s officially the weekend. You’re off the clock, which means… I can do this.” His lips crash onto mine. My body involuntarily leans into him and my arms snake around his neck, pulling him closer. All while my mind is yelling ‘traitor’ at me.
The minute his lips touched mine, there’s no resistance. Not from my body anyway. His tongue slips between my lips, and my mouth opens willingly, greedily. My moan is followed by a guttural growl from Nathan.
I need more. I want more.
Like he has access to my thoughts, Nathan picks me up by the hips and sits me on the desk. His hands grasp my blouse, and before I can protest, buttons are flying across the room as he splits the fabric open.
“These tits of yours, fuck me. Glorious.” He stares down at my heaving chest. His fingers unhook the clasp in the middle of my bra, pushing the straps down my shoulders. Nathan takes my breasts in his hands, his fingertips tweaking my already-hard nipples. “I need a taste,” he says, dipping his head.
My back arches, and my hands land behind me on the desk as his mouth closes over one of my peaks. “Oh god!”
His tongue circles around my nipple, his teeth grazing ever so lightly. The sensations travel directly to my core, igniting me in the best way. His free hand pulls and twists my other nipple. It’s too much. It feels like I’m going to explode. Moving his mouth across my chest, he switches up, lavishing this one with just as much attention as the last.
“Fucking amazing,” he says around a mouthful of my breast, his eyes glancing upward and locking on mine.
His lips begin to descend as he takes his time, licking, biting, sucking the exposed skin on my stomach. Then he drops to his knees, his face front and centre with my pussy. His hands land on my inner thighs and he pushes my legs open wider. When the tightness of my skirt restricts my movement, he grunts and reaches behind me. I watch in horror as he brandishes a pair of scissors.
“Ah, hell no!” I scream. “You are not cutting this skirt.” I shove at his shoulders, causing him to sit back on his haunches. It gives me enough space to stand. Unzipping my skirt, I slide the material down my legs along with my panties. I shrug off the ruined fabric of my blouse, then do the same with my bra, before I sit myself back on the desk, exactly where I was. Opening my legs as wide as they will go, I gesture for Nathan to continue.
“Fuck me. So fucking hot.” Dropping the scissors, he picks up where he left off. “I’ve been dying to get a taste of you, Bentley. Fucking craving it.” His fingers caress my inner thighs as he stares at my pussy.
