Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 61939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry, Mr. Cross,” I said once we hit a stoplight.
“You’re sorry for what?”
“For running late.”
“Running late would’ve been five to ten minutes,” he said. “Maybe even fifteen.”
“Mr. Cross—”
“You’re two fucking hours late.”
My excuses lodged uselessly in my throat.
“My television interview was scheduled for nine,” he continued calmly. “But since my executive assistant wasn’t there with the final printed version of my speech, I pushed it back to this evening.”
“I said I’m sorry.”
“Sorry…” He tasted the words as if he’d never said them before, then he snapped. “Roll up the partition, Dave.”
The soft buzz of the metal divider was the only sound in the car for several seconds.
“Like I was saying,” he said, “My morning is off by two and a half hours, and that has never happened to me in over a decade.”
I said nothing.
“Do you have any idea what that means?”
Still, nothing.
“You know how I feel about time, Miss Stone,” he said. “And for you to blatantly attempt to screw me over—”
“If taking care of myself once every blue moon is screwing you over, then that says more about you than me.”
“I don’t like when you interrupt me.”
“You do it to me all the time.”
“I’m your boss.”
“For the next few weeks only.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what it sounds like,” I said. “I don’t care about your ridiculous 13B clause. I’m stressed the hell out, and I need relief in any way I can get it.”
“Quitting me would add to your stress, Miss Stone.”
“Want to bet?”
“You have bills, correct?”
“At this point, I’d risk being homeless for a while.”
“All because stress relief?”
“The lack of stress relief.” I rolled my eyes and took out my tablet. I tapped the screen. “We can get your morning back on track with two tweaks. I’ll push your customer service meeting and your advisory call up by twenty minutes, and I’ll sit in on the marketing department’s proposal for the new latte campaign. Fair?”
He didn’t answer me.
He took the tablet from my hands and set it aside. Then he grabbed me and pulled me across the seat until I was in his lap.
I froze there for half a second—straddling him, breath shallow, aware of how easily he’d moved me.
His eyes dragged slowly over my face. Not rushed. Not playful. Intent.
“Am I one of the reasons why you’re stressed out?” he asked, voice low.
“You’re the only reason…”
“I doubt that…” His hand slid up my back, slower this time.
His touch sent all my nerves running wild, and without saying a word, he pressed his mouth against mine.
His kiss consumed me fast and deep, and for a second I forgot where we were.
The car. The driver. The morning.
My breathing slowed as his fingers found the first button of my blouse.
Tearing away from my mouth, he kissed a trail against my neck, down to my chest. He slipped his hand into my bra and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
“Ahhh…” I gripped his hair while he twirled his tongue over my skin. He took his time sucking, biting, and savoring while his cock stiffened beneath me.
Heat pooled between my thighs, and he slid his hand beneath my skirt like he already knew.
He pushed my panties aside and pressed his fingers between my thighs.
When he slid inside me, I bit his lip to keep from crying out.
His thrusts were long and punishing, and I shifted my hips to give him full control.
He whispered something against my mouth—something I strained to understand between his kiss and his strokes.
My clit throbbed against his touch, and my knees weakened as he controlled my body with nothing more than his fingers. As he pushed me closer and closer to the edges, staring into my eyes and daring me to let go.
I couldn’t hold back if I tried, and before I knew it, I was screaming into his chest as I came on his hand.
He rubbed my back while my body slowly settled, and I tried not to think too hard.
I just let my boss finger fuck me in the backseat...
“Feel better?” he whispered against my ear.
“Yes….”
“Good.” He gently pushed me back, making me look at him. “You’re welcome.”
What?
Without saying another word, he yanked off my panties and stuffed them in his handkerchief pocket. Then he eased me off his lap and onto the seat.
“Adjust my schedule through six o’clock so I can end my day with a re-interview session with you at my place.” He adjusted his tie and looked at me like I was just another employee. “Seven o’clock.”
“I…” I shook my head, still on a high. “I’m not sleeping with you tonight, Mr. Cross.”
“Miss Stone, this will be a highly professional meeting,” he said. “I’ll already be at home due to my monthly session with my home staff.”
That’s true.
“That said…” He paused as Dave pulled into the parking garage. “Since ‘tonight’ isn’t open on your agenda, pick any date on my calendar and I’ll happily oblige to whatever night you pick.”