The day was going smoothly—normal. Her boss had finished his meeting with the AutoZone deputy manager, and the man said goodbye with a polite nod to her and a firm handshake to her boss. Nothing happened beyond a few fleeting glances between them before her boss retreated back into his office until noon. At 1:30 p.m., he rushed out of his office, running late for a business lunch with an old colleague. There were more glances, but nothing out of the ordinary, which she considered a blessing.When her boss returned almost two hours later, he barely greeted her before locking himself back inside his office. She didn’t take it personally. That was the daily routine—moving from one place to another, meetings, video conferences, briefings with department heads at Chrome Machine, important calls with various CEOs, and countless other responsibilities. Nothing unusual for someone at the helm of a well-known national company. Her job was to make sure he followed the agenda to the letter.Even

She felt butterflies flutter in her stomach at that realization, which led her to wonder if she had a weakness for men in positions of authority. Though, truth be told, there were no other men in her life. She only had eyes for her boss—and that… frightened her a little.“Is something wrong?” her boss asked, arching a brow.“No, sir. Everything’s fine,” she replied, lowering her gaze to the portable planner.Silence settled between them, and she took it as a moment of inward reflection. She knew her boss wouldn’t stop until he found a solution to the situation with the vice president. As for her, she wasn’t willing to let the handsome man shoulder once again the hundreds of tasks he had started delegating. She had noticed the changes in him—both emotionally and physically. She couldn’t deny that since he began delegating work, he rested more: he slept better, ate properly, found time to exercise… She had noticed, and without a doubt, he looked more attractive with each passing day.“W

She wasn’t sure how to feel. She didn’t know whether to continue floating in a sea of warmth or to wake up and return, once again, to reality. The truth was, she was so happy, lying on her side with her back pressed against a heated chest. She could feel an arm around her waist, holding her firmly against the warmth of a muscular torso, keeping her in place. Half-conscious, she was vaguely aware of everything and would have been completely content to stay there forever, enjoying the presence of her boss’s hot body pressed against hers, the shared warmth under the sheets, and the peacefulness of sleep.It would have been so nice to remain there, in the large bed, sharing heat—but sleep slowly faded, and reality welcomed her back again.“Good morning,” her boss intoned, his voice gruffer from sleep.“Good morning,” she replied, unable to move a single centimeter from the warmth of the naked body behind her.“Did you sleep well?”Knowing he couldn’t see her face, she gave a small smile.

He was certain he could honestly say that New Year’s Eve parties were not his favorite part of the year. They marked the culmination of another year. Another year at the helm of Chrome Machine. Another year overflowing with stress, setbacks, and the list went on… It also meant another year of life—or, in his case, one less. Not that he was pessimistic; after all, he wasn’t getting any younger.New Year’s Eve also provided the perfect excuse to celebrate his birthday.In truth, for the past two decades, the company had held New Year’s Eve celebrations for all employees, but since he had taken command, he had also begun to mark his own birthday alongside it.Exhaling a quiet sigh, he gazed at the massive artificial tree in the center of the courtyard. He studied it for a few seconds before continuing toward the grand open doors of the ballroom. Inside, everything gleamed—lights of every color, decorations, and ornaments suited to the season. Long tables were set at the far ends, each wi

He had given in to temptation, to the burning desire to have her again, to hold her in his arms, in his bed, and end the night with a long, reckless session of passion. And with the light of a new day, that same desire was still on the surface, and he surrendered once more, leading to another round of fiery intimacy in the kitchen.Wow…Honestly, he lost control the moment he saw his assistant wearing his shirt, preparing coffee. He felt like a teenager with hormones running wild, letting instinct override any rational thought. He had let himself go… again.By the time he realized it, his assistant was already on the kitchen counter, legs draped over his shoulders, while his hands roamed the inside of her smooth, coffee-colored thighs, listening to the sharp moans that still echoed from the mouth that had moments ago taken his thick, hard cock.He gave in fully to passion and delirium. He kissed, licked, and caressed every inch of her body, reveling in the shivers of pleasure she emit