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- Herausgeber: December Drake
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Tessa and her husband are still reeling over what happened, and what they've learned about themselves.
Now her boss is back, and he's ready to show them that there's more. So much more.
But first, they'll have to let go, and truly give themselves to their desire.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
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Copyright © 2023 December Drake
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This book is a work of fiction. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
Shared with Her Boss: Part Two
December Drake
Contents
The first couple of days after Director Turner left for Tokyo, Tessa and Stephen clung to each other.
Stephen kissed Tessa constantly. Touched her. Held her like she was his anchor. He didn’t speak again about how Jackson Turner had blatantly ravished her, and sent her home to him. Still, she’d often catch Stephen watching her.
His nostrils would flare, his large muscles bunching with tension, and she’d know he was thinking about how Jackson had taken her.
Tessa would deliberately linger under her husband’s gaze, her breath quickening, as she waited for his anger to bubble over. Hoping he would grab her, and pin her down the way he had on Monday night, crazed with fury and jealousy.
Yet by the time Stephen reached for her, he was back under control. He’d make love to her gently, sweetly. As though she were made of glass.
But his muscles would tremble with the force of his restraint. And she’d try not to long for the way he’d torn the clothes from her body, and pounded her.
Her boss would be back from Japan on Friday.
Jackson had left a message that he’d be coming in late that day, to account for his jet lag. She had until then to mentally prepare herself.
Or, so she had thought.
Some important building permit had been denied, and the Smith & Taylor board was in an uproar. Jackson had come straight to the office from the airport Thursday night, and had been battling fires ever since.
When she arrived Friday morning, his office doors were thrown open, the sounds of an ongoing call blaring over the conference system.
From her desk, Tessa could see the throw pillows stacked on one end of his office couch, where he’d slept. Takeout containers filled the trashcan. She picked up her phone and called for the cleaning service.
At the sound of her voice, Jackson stuck his head out of his office as he tore a dry cleaning tag from a fresh suit jacket. “Have the meeting notes arrived from Legal yet?”
“Y— yes,” she stammered, after clicking into her email.
“Clean them up, and forward them to the board within the hour,” he told her as he looped a tie around his neck and began to knot it.
He smelled of the body wash from the company gym, not his usual cologne. Tessa swallowed, busying herself with the meeting minutes. She’d never felt so aware of him as a man before.
His tie knot was slightly crooked. She’d normally let him know, or assist him. But that was before Monday.
Now, Tessa had no business getting that close to him. Her hands would shake; she wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye. He would know what she was thinking about, and then he’d be thinking about it, too.
He made one final tug on his crooked tie. “I need you to assemble a full packet of the Brockson project for the board meeting. Legal will be there, so make twenty-five copies, to be safe.”
“Yes, Mr. Turner,” she replied as she wrote it down, but he was already gone, his double doors falling heavily into place and muting the sound of the ongoing call.
Tessa exhaled. This was for the best. Busy was good. She secretly hoped the permit crisis would drag out a full week.
Maybe by then, they could both laugh and shrug over what had happened. A cooling memory, of when they had temporarily lost their minds.
At close to five o’clock, she jumped when he buzzed her phone. “Bring me the packets for the last two projects.”
“Yes, Mr. Turn -”
The intercom clicked off.
She hurried to his office with the packets, hoping it was the last task of the day. He was at his espresso machine when she set the folders on his desk.
The office smelled of him, and it filled her nose. She couldn’t help the sudden heaviness she felt between her legs as her pussy throbbed.
Her fingers lingered on his desk. Where she had knelt, gasping, while he ate her out. Where he had laid her out, and fucked her.
Tessa’s mind and body were spiraling. She turned away to escape danger, and collided directly with Jackson.
She stumbled back. “Excuse me, Mr. Turner.”
At least he wasn’t holding hot coffee, she thought, when she noted he had removed his suit jacket and tie. She looked away from the few inches of his bare chest she could see above his partly unbuttoned shirt.
“I thought we’d gotten past ‘Mr. Turner.’ Should I teach you how to say my name again?”
Wetness rushed between her legs at the sound of his low, husky voice.
Jackson looked over her shoulder. “Are you remembering what I did to you, on that desk? Because it’s all I’ve been able to think about, since I set foot in here last night.”
A panicked sound escaped Tessa. “That can’t happen again.”
“Oh?”
He stepped close until their bodies touched, then reached around her to pick up the two folders she’d set down.
“Why not?” Jackson flung the folders to the side without looking away from her, and they landed on the conference table with a slap.
Tessa jumped at the sound. “Because I don’t want that. It was a… a one-time thing. I only want my husband.”
“Is that right?” he murmured. “So if I stick my finger in your cunt right now, it won’t be wet for me?”
“No,” she gasped. Her hands flew to her skirt, tugging it further down.
Jackson looked down her body, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. She wondered if he could smell her arousal.
“I think I need to call your bluff,” he whispered hotly, and yanked her against him.
Tessa squirmed as his other hand slid over her ass, and under her skirt. She’d worn her thickest stockings today, as though they would protect her. From him.
But the feel of his hand as it rolled down her stockings and panties over her hips only made her wetter.
He squeezed her bare ass cheek, then buried his longest finger in her pussy.
Tessa whimpered, and tried to stop clenching around him.
He hummed thoughtfully. “Seems a little wet, to me. I think I should investigate further.”
“No. You don’t need to… ah,” Tessa moaned, as he knelt suddenly and latched his mouth onto her pussy.
His finger was still in her cunt, and another joined it, thrusting into her as his mouth devoured her. She grasped the back of his head, breathy sobs falling from her while she tried to remain upright.
Tessa had wondered if her imagination had exaggerated her last encounter with him; if she’d just been too weak.
Now she knew. There was no defense against the expert way his mouth worked her over. The rough stubble on his unshaved face added the tiniest pain to the pleasure, and she fought to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head.
Jackson’s tongue lashed her clit in little circles. Then, he bit it.
“Oh, god!” Tessa shrieked as she came apart, her knees buckling.
He caught her legs before she could fall, then rose with her in his arms, spreading her on his desk while she trembled, her pussy clenching hard around nothing.
He wiped her wetness from his chin. “That’s my girl.”
Jackson tugged her stockings and panties fully off her legs, leaving her bare-assed on his desk as he unfastened his pants. He removed his phone from his pocket, and tossed it onto the desk beside her.
Tessa’s hands flew to her face. “Why are you doing this?” she asked between her hands. “Are you trying to seduce me away from my husband?”
“Away from him? God, no. You belonging to him is what makes this so goddamned good.”
She lowered her hands, frowning. “That turns you on?”
Jackson rubbed her sensitive clit, drawing shudders from her. “You have no idea, Tessa.”
He leaned forward, caging her with his arms. “The three of us complement each other perfectly. I get off on cuckolding your husband,” he told her bluntly. “He gets off on the way I humiliate him while doing it.
