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A broken air conditioning unit heat’s up Darin’s restaurant. But the temperature only rises after he gets home with his employee, the brat.
Larissa is no stranger to pleasing a stiff boss. Wet in the shower, spread out on the floor, or tossed on the bed. The fires heats up and  burns between them with an all consuming lust. The embers of their love linger long after his huge unprotected rod blasts in the sensual brat’s taboo fireplace.

Brats and protectors both fantasize and act out on their fantasies in the Forever His Brat Series. No blood relations needed to have fun in these shorts. Climax fast with this erotic sharing love short.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

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BOSSING MY HOT BRAT

Forever His Brat Series

By Sharon Love

Second Edition, eBook Edition.

© 2018 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.

This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER.

All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older and all sex acts are consensual by all characters involved.

Sharon Love is an Author of Adult Tagged

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BOSSING MY HOT BRAT

By Sharon Love

“Heat radiated off my employee, Larissa. Showing her who was boss, I worked her hard until her sweet taste was all over my cock.”

The heat was unbearable when the air conditioning in my restaurant went out. I was losing customers left and right. No one wanted to eat fried chicken in place where snow cones melted in the walk-in freezer. I had to do something and fast.

“When are they coming?” I asked my head waitress, Larissa. She was on the phone with the AC company. I was entangled in a web of extension cords for the half dozen fans I’d borrowed to cool the dining area.

“Wednesday. That’s the soonest they can schedule us,” she answered, holding the phone to her ear.

“Tell them we'll be out of business by then. Damn!” I ripped the phone from her hand, drenched in sweat, fueled by frustration and I threw more than a few choice curse words at the scheduler. “Wednesday it is,” I said, defeated.

“What do you want us to do?” Larissa asked, with Jules and Kimmy the other waitresses, backing her up.

“Go find some customers,” I barked, then I stormed off out the front door to cool down.

It wasn’t just the broken air conditioner that had me sweating. Larissa turned up the heat every time she got within thumping distance of my cock. She had to feel the steam between us too. There was real chemistry at play.

Before long, myself and the female staff pooled our thoughts together. Which Kimmy didn't exactly contribute much to, but she had huge jugs and that in itself gave me an idea for a solution.

Also, because of my attraction to Larissa, I sort of had the habit of watching her bounce around the place. She’d unbuttoned her uniform that morning, and I noticed her bathing suit top underneath. So, I formed a quick plan for the two of them to execute.

“Take your blouse off,” I said to Larissa.

“What? Why?” she asked, blindly untying her apron.

“Go flag down some cars at the corner.” As I made my suggestion, she folded her top off her shoulders. Her perfect tits jiggled in the sunlight underneath the tiny triangle bikini. I handed her back her apron to tie around her waist. She woke my cock by pulling her hair to the side and allowing me to tie it myself. Holy hell she was hot.

“Can I go too?” Kimmy, asked, stripping out of her blouse. She was wearing a black lace bra and her knockers were bulging to stay covered by the fabric.

Hot damn, four perfect tits, no waiting. Pull yourself together Darin. You’re in the parking lot. I wiped my brow and shook off the temptation to drag them both inside the restaurant and fuck their brains out.