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I would damn my assistant, Tessa Risen, but I do that enough already. Although it’s not totally in a bad way. More like dayum every
At this point pretty much everything she wears or does makes me and mini me rise to attention.
the one where I hold a second soy milk peppermint mocha under my fancy-ass office desk and insist she come and find it.
Jealousy had me gripped by the balls and even though I knew she wasn’t interested in him, I needed him to know he couldn’t have her.
“She’s welcome to call me Daddy, although it’s not a requirement.”
“For when I’m between her legs eating her pussy and destroying her for little boys like you.”
“Do you want to sit down at this table and wait for dessert? Or do you want to come home with me and let me eat you for dessert?”
No regerts. Not even one letter.
Once you go stubble, nothing else is worth the trouble.
fucking growls.
“Do you like knowing they can look up at any moment and see you? Do you want them to know I’m fucking you? That you’re mine?”
They’re having their green and red cocktails, passing the time until Santa makes his journey, while I’m having a different kind of cock. Right in front of them.
I now have two addictions this holiday season: white peppermint mochas and Tessa.
I’ve never been one for exhibition, but if it makes Tessa come harder than a freight train on my cock, then I’m in.
There’s something primal about coming inside her.
My heart that belongs to her.
Not when I… Shit. Not when I fell in love with my boss. So much for keeping things uncomplicated.
It hit me last night like a slapshot straight to the face. I’ve been in love with her since the first day she walked into my office; it just took me a while to catch up.
