Bewitching the Boss Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
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Instead of through my binoculars.

“I’ll schedule a one-on-one with your assistant on the way out,” I say, blowing him a kiss on my through the exit, glancing back once to ascertain that he’s panting at the sway of my ass. It’s yours, baby. You own it. My legs turn more and more rubbery as I stride to my car, collapsing minutes later into the driver’s seat, struggling to breathe. Shaking.

I can’t believe it.

I’m going to see Byron DeWitt again.

This attraction, this connection between us, wasn’t a figment of my imagination. It was real—and there’s nothing I can do about it, because of who I am. But I can help heal him.

I can leave him whole.

Intact.

Able to embrace happiness.

I’ll do this for the man I love or die trying.

Two

Byron

From the second-story window of my home office, I stare down at the driveway and watch the hot brunette climb out of her pink Jeep.

I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful in my thirty-two years.

Beautiful and young. Carefree. Bubbly. Social.

In other words, my opposite.

Jane.

She’s in icepick heels and a skirt that barely covers her incredible ass. She’s smiling. I recall that smile almost as much as the wicked hard-on she gave me yesterday at work. At work. I couldn’t stand up for three hours after she left, my dick was so stiff. My heart seemed determined to beat out of control long after she’d sashayed through the aisle of ogling coders and out the exit. It’s all starting again and she’s not even in the door.

Now, she leans across the driver’s seat to retrieve a folder from the passenger side, causing her skirt to travel upward and reveal hints of two supple buns. A nude-colored thong. And those thighs. They’re so long and tan—and shiny. How the hell does she get them like that?

I must be out of my goddamn mind having her in my home.

Already, my skin is flushed and clammy, the zipper of my pants having to work too hard to contain what’s inside—a problem that’s only growing by the second. When my assistant asked me where and when I would like to meet with Jane, I panicked at the thought of her making me hard in the office again, so I suggested we have this planning session at my home.

Bad idea.

I’m not sure why this gorgeous girl seems interested in me. I’m a software designer. An awkward geek who likes to talk code. Sure, I’ve got a lot of money, thanks to the transportation app I designed. But this beauty with the billion-dollar smile could date anyone. After all, a lot of men have money in the Valley. Men with social skills and interesting things to talk about. Connections at fancy clubs and restaurants.

My hand tightens on the windowsill, my forearm straining from the force of my grip.

I don’t like the idea of her in another man’s car. Or on his arm.

I don’t like it at all.

Am I jealous? I didn’t even know I was capable of that emotion. Especially when it comes to women. I’m too busy working to pay attention to things like dating or sex.

At least that’s what I’ve always told myself.

The truth is, I don’t know the first thing about the opposite sex and finding out seems daunting. What little I know about women comes from my sister, Nancy, so I know basic things like…they get periods, have more complex emotions and contain memories like encyclopedias. The rest of what I know is only specific to my sister. Nancy is…was the only female I’ve ever been comfortable around and I would give anything to call her right now. Ask her how I’m supposed to deal with the most incredible girl on two legs wanting to…be romantic with me.

I didn’t make that up, right?

The fact that Jane seemed to…extend an invitation to me yesterday makes my balls so tight, I can feel them in my fucking throat.

Now she’s walking up the pathway to my front door. From the second story, I watch her tits bounce around in her silk tank top and release a shaky groan. God above. How is this girl a party planner? She is the party. She’s the main attraction everywhere she goes, I’m sure. If I walked into a restaurant with her, people would assume she’s with me for my money—and hell, they would probably be right. That’s why she’s attracted—or pretending to be attracted—to me, might as well admit it. My dick truly doesn’t seem to care about the details. It just wants.

It’s ironic that I’ve sworn off gratification when I’m being offered the finest pleasure this world has to offer, right?

The doorbell rings downstairs and I blow out a breath, adjusting my erection so it’s no longer tenting the front of my slacks. I make my way down the curving staircase to the front door, hesitating with my hand on the brass knob for a centering moment. No matter what Jane offers me today, in a personal sense, the answer has to be no. I’m keeping this relationship strictly professional. I could say yes to what she’s tempting me with, but I would be sick with guilt afterwards. Nancy is gone. And I refuse to indulge myself so blatantly when she’s six feet underground. It’s not fair.


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