My Bangin’ Boss – Contemporary Office Romance Read Online M.K. Moore

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Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 55(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
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“That sounds lovely. I can’t wait to see the rest of it.” He shuts the door behind us and then comes to stand behind me so close I can feel the heat radiating off of his chest and onto my back. Goosebumps cover my body, and my breathing becomes heavy.

“Here, let me take your coat.” His deep baritone voice comes out right next to my ear. A shiver runs up my spine, and the little hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. I can’t help the breathless sound that comes out of me. Oh my god, why is that so hot? He slowly pulls it down a little, his fingers lightly graze my arms, and I about come out of my skin. Damn, if he can make me feel this way with just a light touch, I can't fathom what it would feel like to have all of him. Wait, when did I start thinking about having him? Get your shit together, woman. He hangs up my coat then grabs my bag that I just now realized had doped to the ground. “I’ll just put this on the couch until after the tour.”

“Okay.” He shows me the two bottom floors that house the three other bedrooms in the house, along with the kitchen and four additional bathrooms. As I go along in the house, I fall more and more in love with it, and I can see the potential to make this a forever home for a family.

We make our way up the last flight of stairs, and I follow him down the hall towards the last room in the house. Perhaps the most dangerous one at that because all I can think about is how good his massive shoulders would look between my thighs. By the time we reach the master bedroom, I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, and my palms get a little clammy.

Dear Lord, is it getting hot in here? How am I going to keep my hands to myself?

Chapter Five

Joshua

She’s still wearing the skirt and fuck me, heels from earlier, but she’s ditched the blazer. The silky white tank top leaves nothing to my imagination. I can see through the material, and her lacy purple bra is calling out to me. My fucking cock could hammer nails; it’s so hard right now. I don’t think she knows just how beautiful she is or what she does to me.

I stood back and let her walk ahead of me. It may have seemed like I was being polite, but no, I needed to see her in action. Her ample ass swayed as she moved. It does even now. I am getting a side view of her as she walks around my bedroom touching innocuous things, like the dresser top and the bottom of the sixty-inch television mounted to the wall, the one and only thing I’ve done in here besides the bed, of course, even my nightstands aren’t in the proper place. She’s touched things all over the house like she’s been memorizing my things, and I love it. She’s an enigma—both innocent and sexual. I can’t put my finger on it, but quite simply, she must mine.

“Well, you’ve seen everything now. What do you think?”

“I think the place is gorgeous, I see a lot of potential in all the rooms, but the outside desperately needs repainting. That orange is terrible, but maybe a soft blue would be nice.” She says, walking towards me.

“Okay. Doable. Anything else?” my voice comes out a little gruffer than I intend it to, as she comes to a stop just out of arm's reach. Fuck, I would paint the whole thing bright pink if that would make her happy.

“Lots and lots. I will get some mockups ready for our next meeting. Dinner smells amazing, by the way.”

“Chicken pot pie,” I say, moving closer to her.

“You made a chicken pot pie?”

“I sure did. No canned chicken either,” I say, chuckling.

“That’s amazing. How much longer?” she asks, a wicked grin on her face.

“About forty-five minutes,” I reply after looking at my watch.

“That long? Whatever will we do with our time?” she asks, turning to look at me, or rather my chest again. When she licks her pouty pink lips, I lose it.

“Fuck it,” I groan as I close the distance between us. I have to kiss her. I want to do a great deal more than that, but I’ll start here.

Her eyes widen as I put my hand on her hip and lean down. When our lips touch, she smiles against my lips, then she relaxes into my touch, opening her mouth to me. My tongue sweeps in, causing her to moan. I lose track of how long we kiss for, but every second that I don’t get inside of her is a second too long.


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