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Page 22 of Tempt the Boss

“Oh, fuck!” I squeal. “Keep going. You feel so good.”

“You’re so tight, baby. I could live inside you,” he rasps, hips swinging back and forth, his balls slapping against my ass. “Fuck you’re so tiny.”

I’m about to agree, to beg Chris to never stop filling me up with his giant cock, when suddenly the door bursts open.

“What the fuck?” Chris yells, still buried balls deep in me. But it’s too late because the man’s already starting to come, and hot gusts of bubbly white explode in my fertile channel. “Fuuuuuck,” he grunts, his dick twitching as those balls drain dry. “Fuck!”

Th intruder isn’t even embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry,” a feminine voice says snidely. “I should have knocked.”

“Julie,” Chris starts, but she slams the door before he has the chance to finish his sentence.

“Shit,” he repeats. He pulls out of me, massive cock dripping with a mix of our juices. “This is bad.”

I sit there, unable to move for a moment, pussy still dripping his cum. But then my body flies into motion. I step away from Chris to hastily slip my skirt and shirt back on. “How could you not lock your door?” I demand. “Why don’t your employees knock?”

“I have an open-door policy, usually,” he says, shrugging like it’s not his fault. “It’s not like I normally have sex with authors on my desk.”

“Well, at least I’m special,” I say bitterly.

“Ali, come on. I’ll talk to her. She won’t say anything.”

I snort in an unladylike manner. “You really expect me to believe she hasn’t already told everyone out there that you’re banging your new acquisition right now?”

Chris sighs. He puts his pants back on and sits against his desk. “You’re right. But I’m the boss. I can change the rules.”

I’m already shaking my head before he finishes. “If you can change the rules, you would have already. This isn’t the first time we’ve done this. It’s the second. No make that the third.”

He reaches for me. “Ali, come on.”

“No,” I retort, avoiding him. “I can’t do this. What if the board tells you to take back the offer on my book?”

He lets out a wry smile.

“You signed a contract. The ink’s already dry. Trust me, that won’t happen for a number of legal reasons.”

My laugh holds a brittle tone. “Your board could just tell you to screw it and eat the cost. And then I’d be ruined. Who would want to publish my book after they find out what happened here?”

He rolls his eyes and it infuriates me.

“No one will find out!” he says calmly.

But panic is rising in my chest as I feel my dreams slipping between my fingers. “It’s probably trending already on social media! Hot new author fucks publisher, gets her book pulled.”

“Julie wouldn’t let it out of the office.”

I throw up my hands, infuriated. “You don’t know that.”

The alpha male runs a hand through his hair, leaving the black strands attractively tousled.

“Ali,” he begins, frustrated.

I don’t want to hear what he has to say, though. I walk to the door, ready to own up to my decisions and face whatever this stupid mistake will mean for my career. Because what have we done? I didn’t just sleep with my publisher once in violation of the rules. I did it three times, and in his office to boot. With the door unlocked. Whatever bad things are coming my way … I feel like I deserve it.




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