Sincerely Up Yours – Grumpy Boss Comedy Read Online Penelope Bloom

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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I laid back, gasping for air, feeling completely destroyed. Aftershocks of my orgasm ran through me for several minutes as we both laid there, him still inside me, his head resting on his arm beside mine while he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he said finally.

“Yes, that was fucking,” I agreed.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest straight into me. “I think I know how people who try hard drugs for the first time feel now.”

I turned my head, lifting his hair out of his eyes so I could see him. Our faces were so close that I could’ve counted his eyelashes. “Did you just pay me a compliment, Mr. Lockwood?”

“Come on, Darcy. If my cock is inside you, I formally give you permission to just call me Dominic.”

“Hmm,” I said, giving a playful little wiggle down there. His eyebrows scrunched together and he gave me a warning look. “Careful. Unless you’re ready for more, I wouldn’t tempt me.”

I grinned. “I feel like my mind is still fumbling around in time and space right now, trying to find its way back to my body.”

“Good.”

“Does that earn me at least one interview question?” I asked.

He chuckled. “I suppose it does.”

“Alright. Why did you want to fire me so badly?”

“Because the first time I saw you, I knew you were trouble for me. You made me curious. Distracted. Horny as hell,” he added with a sexy smirk. “I knew if I didn’t get rid of you, I’d wind up right here. Right now.”

“Hmm,” I said. “Right here and right now doesn’t seem so bad, does it?”

“No,” he agreed. “If only this could last.”

His words hung between us, echoing into a growing silence that stretched out as drowsiness overtook me. I’d woken up insanely early to attempt my second run at Dominic’s park, and I think Dominic just fucked the ever-living sense out of me. A nap sounded absolutely divine, and I felt my eyes getting heavy.

23

DOMINIC

I rolled over and saw Darcy asleep beside me. The misty cold morning had turned to sputtering light rain. It pattered on the windows and ran down in rivulets, obscuring everything outside until it felt like this room was the whole world. I wished it was. I found myself smiling at the thought of simply living out our days here–of leaving work behind and all the complications that came with it. It was still Saturday and I wondered if I could keep her to myself all weekend.

Her brown hair was covering most of her face, so I gently pushed it away to look at her. She stirred and moaned softly in her sleep, but didn’t wake.

Darcy fucking McClain. She was my dirty little addiction. My smart-mouthed drug. My little forbidden vixen. She was everything I should have been avoiding, but all I wanted to do was keep her close.

I rolled to my back, listening to the sounds of the rain pattering outside as my thoughts ran wild. What the hell was my plan, though? As much as I might want to pretend, the real world was going to come knocking sooner or later.

The worst case scenario was my dad figured us out. He’d move me off the project and most likely try to assign me to another business halfway across the country. It would be a pure power play. He’d want to show me that I couldn’t have Darcy, and he’d do anything in his power to take her from me. It wouldn’t have anything to do with Darcy herself. He didn’t even know her. He’d just want me to see that only he could blatantly abuse his power that way–to ignore the rules and fuck around with an employee. He wanted me to play by his rules because it stroked his ego when he had me under his thumb, and that was all there was to it.

Just the thought of my dad trying to split me from Darcy made dangerous feelings well in my chest. I needed to be careful. Very careful. I needed to remember this was likely only infatuation. We were just chasing chemicals, and once the high faded, I’d still have to pick up my life from where it was and move on. I didn’t want life after Darcy to be one where I’d shit all over my dreams just for a fun ride. Even if that ride might have very well been the best of my life by far.

Darcy rolled toward me and took in a deep, sleepy breath. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. “I love the sound of rain.”

“Yeah,” I said. I was on my back with my hands on my stomach and Darcy had put her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes again. “You know I used to have a brother. He died when I was fourteen. His name was Percy.”


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