She hadn’t been wrong in thinking the night would be different. It was proving to be so for several reasons. First and foremost: she was in her boss’s house—the man she saw five days a week and fantasized about every night. Second: she was more than delighted to get to know him outside the office, away from the company altogether. And third: she had never imagined seeing this side of him, so unmistakably domestic.Even though the night was only just beginning, a few things had already happened that led her to reflect until she felt slightly unsettled. There had been a moment between them—brief, but intense—when the look her boss gave her had not gone unnoticed. Truthfully, she didn’t have much experience in such matters; she had only had two boyfriends in her life. Still, that didn’t mean she was incapable of recognizing a faint hint of something more in his eyes.Perhaps it was simply her mind playing tricks on her, making her believe that his gaze had been charged with lust. Maybe s

The fact that he frequented some of the city’s most expensive and elegant restaurants didn’t mean he had an expert palate or anything like that. Truth be told, the meal her boss had prepared was pasta with sauce: nothing extraordinary and nothing she hadn’t tried before. Yet, it was the best pasta with sauce she had ever eaten—not just because the attractive man had made it, but because he had made it from scratch. On top of that, the wine was exquisite and paired perfectly with the dish.The evening had been pleasant, and when they finished dinner, she found herself again wishing that this kind of intimate gathering could happen again in the near future. Perhaps the wine was having an effect, because she had managed to maintain a lively conversation with her boss, even though the topics weren’t particularly significant. It was a trivial conversation, in a sense, but entertaining. Andrew had told her one of the many crazy things he’d done because of Francis, like agreeing to go to a b

They had moved to the living room; the second bottle was half-empty, and the glasses were empty.“Your house is really, really beautiful, Andrew.” —She laughed softly, letting a smile play on her lips—. “I mean it.”“I know you mean it,” he replied, taking the bottle. “One of your many qualities is honesty, Johari, and I like that. More wine?”“I could never lie to you, Andrew.” —She arched an eyebrow—. “And yes, I would like more wine. Thank you.”He took his time pouring the glasses, feeling his assistant’s gaze on him like fire burning from the inside out. He could almost feel the intensity of her look, and that familiar pull in his stomach stirred again.“I have to tell you this because I can’t keep it in anymore,” she said, lifting her gaze and holding her breath for a few seconds as their eyes met. “I’m not really sure what I’m doing, but all of this is feeling better than it should. Being here feels good. I feel too comfortable right now.”“Feeling that way… it’s a compliment f

Kissed him gently at first, but as the seconds passed, that gentleness gave way to desire. The wet, exquisite sound of their kiss, the small hands still at the back of his neck, fingers tangled in his short hair, tugging him forward—it was all sending waves of sensation through him; sensations he had thought he would never feel again, yet now, as he kissed his beautiful, efficient, and highly capable assistant, they stirred to life once more.Smiling, he pulled back from her exquisite lips, letting his tongue play against hers, eliciting a low, needy moan from her.He traced the caramel-colored skin of her arm with one hand, feeling its warmth seep into his fingers. Yet before he could do anything more, he watched her rise from the couch and stand in front of him. Suddenly, he feared his heart might leap out of his chest from the rapid beats as he took in her presence. He looked into her eyes first, then slowly scanned her body, stopping at her bare, toned legs. The urge to touch ever

Her hands went to her boss’s shoulders as he slid one hand between their bodies, and she immediately knew what he was doing. She wrapped her legs around his hips just as his hard cock finally sank into her.“Oh… God… Yes…” she gasped, feeling her vagina open to take all of the man’s thick, hard cock as he growled against her ear.“So wet, hot, and ready for me,” her boss muttered, his voice rough and heavy with desire.She didn’t know how to answer—and didn’t need to—because he began to move his hips. Slow at first, as if he were taking care of her. Another moan of pleasure slipped from her lips, and that seemed to be all it took for his thrusts to grow faster and deeper.Skin met skin, the wet sounds blending with the cries of pleasure spilling from her mouth. Her boss’s hands found hers, fingers threading together. She arched her hips, meeting every thrust, feeling his hard cock slide out and sink back into her soaked pussy.Before she realized what was happening, a muffled cry tore