I Do The Boss (Managing the Bosses 5)

"Mmmm, yeah you are, baby. Naughty lil’ thing. Coming in my office in this nightie when you should be working. Now I get to work you instead." He stood back up and gripped her ass, using the thick flesh to tug her back for deeper impact each time he drove into her.

The delicious tension of being opened up by him and worked deeply left her skin sensitive, her nerve endings frayed. He continued to take his time, fucking her slow and deep as she let him know just how good it was with her whimpers and groans.

He stilled for a minute and dug his nails into her. "Oh shit. I'm so close."

"Come for me then." She pressed back, bouncing on his erection as he groaned loudly.

"You did that on purposes." He was smiling; she could hear it in the tone of his voice.

"Of course not." She arched her back and lifted one leg to press her knee to the top of the desk as he softly grunted and gripped her tightly. His pace picked up, and the sounds and smell of their sex left her swooning for more.

Alex slid his strong hands around to cup her breast and moaned into her ear as he came with her.

It took a few minutes to find her balance when he moved back, leaving her to rest with her dress hiked up and thighs quivering.

"I need that every day. We should just set up an eleven o'clock time on the calendar. An hour of making love to my woman." He brushed his hand down her back before working to get himself put back together.

"No way. Then you'd never come home." She pulled her skirt down and lifted her shirt to show him just how well her breasts filled up the pretty nightie as she backed away from him. "You like?"

"Oh my, my, my. I'm coming home tonight. I want to see this thing in full effect. Damn, woman. That's incredible. You're so hot." He licked at his lips and smiled. "I'm gonna taste you on my lips all day long. Mmmm."

She blushed and pulled her shirt down before picking up her tablet and walking to their adjoining door. "You're corrupt."

"Only with you, baby. I'm a good guy everywhere else." He winked at her before sitting down at his desk and typing something on his keyboard.

Jamie closed the door behind her, grabbed the black bag, and went to the restroom to clean up. The sound of yelling caught her attention as she walked out.

Making a quick stop by her office, she dropped off the nightie and jogged to the front as she realized who it was yelling.

Stephen.

"Just go get her. I don't care what her schedule says." He glanced toward Jamie as she rounded the corner.

"Are you looking for me?" She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side a little. If the sadistic bastard thought he was going to intimidate her, he had another thing coming. She wasn't the overweight sensitive girl she'd been when they were together.

She was a grown woman with a future and a new life. His trying to destroy that left her wanting to cross the room and strangle him in front of a host of witnesses.

"Yes. I am." He took a few aggressive steps toward her before pausing. "How dare you have your big-shit boyfriend sue me? I did nothing but tell the papers the truth. You're a needy whore and all this Cinderella bullshit is getting old. Alex Reid is nothing but a miser, a money hoarder, and you're his latest whore. You think you matter to him? You don't. As soon as he's done using you up, your ass will be out too."

"Does it make you feel better about yourself to demean me?" She wrapped her arms around herself, not at all concerned with what Stephen thought of her or her future. She still had the warmth of Alex racing through her system, the wetness of their passion between her thighs. Nothing was going to change the way he felt about her; or her, him.

Stephen was grasping at straws.

"You ruined my life." He pointed a shaky finger at her. Jamie had never seen him so upset, so volatile. It was a little concerning, but with Alex ten feet away behind his closed door, what could the asshole do? Nothing. "Not only am I facing a lawsuit over being a truth-teller, but your asshole boss bought out my father's company yesterday. What was the point of that? Hmm? To show me just how little I am? I sent you here to be a secretary, to help an old friend out, and what did your fat ass do? You got him to fall in love with you, or so you thought. You're an idiot if you believe it. No one could love you."

"Hey! That's enough." Kristen picked up the phone. "I'm calling security."

Jamie took a few steps back and opened Alex's door before turning back to Stephen. "Sorry you feel that way. It’s past time for you to leave."

"Fuck you. Fuck all of you." He reached behind him and pulled a pistol from the back of his pants, pointing it at Kristen. "Put the phone down. No one’s calling security unless you want to burden your friends here with cleaning your pretty face up from the floor later."

Kristen slowly put the phone down as Jamie moved toward Stephen.

"Stephen, calm down. This is out of control. You don't want to hurt anyone, Stephen. That's not you."

"You don't know anything about me. You've ruined everything. I hate your fucking sister. She's a whiney bitch, and by far the worst lay I've ever had. You didn't teach her anything, Jamie? How greedy of you." He waved the gun at her, and she was sick over the fact that she'd opened Alex's door. A silent prayer ran through her that he wouldn't come to see that the noise was about.

No such luck.