Page 54 of Hating the Boss

Brad cleared his throat and turned to me. “Sweetheart, why don’t you run along and let the men talk,” he said with a wink that almost pissed me off as much as his words. He hadn’t said one word to me since I arrived, and that was what he came up with?

The client chuckled, which made Brad’s misogynistic comment even worse.

It took everything in me not to glare at him, but I untangled my arms from around him and smiled. I laughed like some idiotic nitwit and walked for the door.

“I’ll leave you boys to it,” I said, closing the door behind me before I began fuming on the other side. I continued to stew in the waiting area outside of his office, thankful most everyone in the office had already left and wouldn’t see my sour expression.

Twenty minutes later, the client strode out and gave me shit-eating grin before heading for the elevators. When I was sure he was gone, I stormed into Brad’s office.

“How dare you!” I exclaimed, slamming the door behind me and walking to his desk.

“Aww, honey. Did I do something to upset you?” he asked, standing up and walking toward me with his arms outstretched.

“Do not ever speak to me like that again. I am not some mindless bimbo,” I said sharply.

“Or what?” he asked, taking another step toward me, towering over me.

“Or I’ll leave,” I challenged him. “The deal will be off and this whole thing will blow up in your face.”

He simply grinned, and as much as I wanted to smack the expression off his face, his arms wrapped around me and pulled me close, breaking my resolve. He whipped me around so my back was against his desk and he pressed his body against mine, making me gasp. His lips moved against mine, while running his tongue over my lips until forcing his way inside my mouth. I moaned at his taste, the way his tongue curled around mine.

His hands roved up my body until they cupped my breasts. He kneaded them through the fabric of my dress. Needing more, I reached around and undid the zipper, sliding it down my arms to reveal the black lace bra. Brad pulled away from the kiss and his eyes landed on my breasts that were practically at my chin, nipples straining against the black lace.

“Is this new?” he asked, raising a brow as his fingers ran up the delicate straps.

I nodded. “It came in a set. A pretty, lace pair of panties,” I said casually before delivering my next words carefully. “But I seemed to have forgotten them today.”

Brad’s jaw clenched. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice low as his fingers wandered back down the straps of my bra until they ran over my breasts lightly, like feathery kisses.

I bit my lip as I looked up at him through my lashes, practically begging him for more.

His fingers enclosed around my nipples, pinching tightly and making me cry out from both pain and pleasure. He suddenly grabbed my hips and turned me around so I was facing his desk. His hands still on my breasts, kneading them, he bent me over the edge of his desk. My face pressed against the smooth surface.

“You know what?” he asked as one of his hands reached down and pulled up the fabric of my dress, shoving it up past my hips. His hand came down swiftly, giving the bare skin of my ass a slap that stung slightly. I stifled a small scream and looked back at him. His eyes were wild as they stared at where his hand had just been.

“What?” I croaked.

“I don’t think you’d leave,” he said, meeting my gaze, challenging me.

I felt his fingers roam up my inner thigh, sending a tremor down my spine to the very core of me. They continued upward until they met my wet anticipation.

He leaned forward, his chest pressing into my upper back as his lips pressed against my ear. I sucked in a quiet breath. My heart pounding. My insides molten. I could feel his erection against me, hard with want.

“I know this because you’re dripping wet for me,” he whispered just as he dipped a finger into me. It felt like it was miles long with how slowly he moved and I clenched around it. My insides fluttered as he pulled out and plunged back into me until he was knuckle-deep.

I moaned, collapsing against the desk. As he continued to dip his finger into me, I could hear his other hand working at the zipper of his pants. Through the sound of my slickness around his finger, I heard them fall to the floor. He removed his hand and squeezed the flesh of my ass tightly. I lifted my hips slightly, asking for it.

“See? You’re begging for it,” he said.

I looked back and watched as he grabbed his cock, rubbing the engorged head against my wet slit teasingly. I thrust my hips back desperately and groaned. With his other hand, he reached up and grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck, yanking my head back. I whimpered, the grip on my hair rocking my insides as the strands strained in his hand.

Suddenly, I felt like I was being torn apart as he pushed into me, his thick length filling me. I could feel every inch of him, every vein, the slickness of his pre-cum, his balls pressed firmly against my clit.

I knew right then, I wasn’t going anywhere.

Chapter 22 Brad

The sky outside was a dark navy, sprinkled with what looked like stars, but were really city lights. I took in the view from the floor of my office, lying beside the window in a tangled heap of limbs and Sarah’s brown hair. I lifted my head and looked up at the clock on the wall. It was nearing 8 p.m.