Darma Day

It isn't that I'm against the whole idea of settling down and starting a family, per se, it's more so that I can’t imagine doing so with any woman I currently know.

Cazzo. Her soft touch and hooded gaze has my dick thickening behind my zipper. There’s just something about this girl sitting in my office, lips parted slightly, thumb stroking at the palm of my hand.

I'm drawn to her like a magnet, and before I even really register what I’m doing, I go in for a taste of this sweet little bird that's perched on my sofa, slamming my lips down on hers. I swear I feel an electric current arc between us the moment they connect, and though I catch her little gasp of surprise, she doesn’t push me away. Instead, she deepens the kiss, her hands looping behind my neck as our mouths slide together in a growing hunger.

Licking at the seam of her mouth, I silently ask permission to take this further. Those pillowy lips spread and our tongues tangle, her legs circling my waist, pulling me closer, telling me how badly she wants this. Her nimble fingers scrabble at my chest, popping the buttons on my black silk shirt. Mirroring her actions, I break open her vest, plucking at the buttons of her white dress shirt beneath and pushing it off her shoulders.

Her head falls back as I trail kisses down her jaw, nipping at the soft flesh near her ear. I slide my hands up under the black lace bra to palm her perfectly round tits, and a soft mewl escapes her lips as I band an arm around her waist and pull her flush against me. My dick throbs at
the proximity of her covered pussy as I move us around to the front of the sofa.

I try not to make it a habit of fucking my employees; it’s just messy. But she doesn't work for me; she’s here with the catering company. I’ll likely never see her again after tonight

My stomach flips at his proximity and I draw in a deep breath to still my racing heart. Big Mistake. The intoxicating scent of manly soap, woodsy musk, and spice floods my nostrils, and my reaction is visceral.

My body definitely isn't on board with avoiding him.

He doesn't say a word the entire ride down to the parking garage, but I feel the heat of his gaze on me as I mindlessly scroll through my social media feeds.

Wren-"

My stomach drops as I spin around to see a stone-faced Bowie standing in the doorway of his office.

"Come in here. Now."

Ugh, for fucks sake, this day is killing me.

Cami shoots me a sympathetic look as I pass her desk and stride into our boss’ office. He's standing behind his own desk with his back to me, his hands in his pockets, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over Lake Michigan.

"Close the door," he calls out, turning around the moment I cross the threshold.

it's surprisingly hard to concentrate when your boss's dick is buried deep inside you.

"I used that to map from my software and - ahh," I gasp as he rolls his hips, thrusting up, edging me further. I wait for more, hoping this is killing him as much as it is me.

But he doesn't.

"And what?" His warm breath skates against the shell of my ear, sending a chill down my spine. I clench around him in response, slapping a palm against the top of his desk at the sensation.

"And...it's Allen! He's diverting funds off of profits to another account," I rush out. "Now will you please just fuck me?"

and the territorial need to claim her as my own overruled my senses.

The confirmation that Allen's weasley hands had been stealing from me made me black out with rage. If I wasn't dick deep in her pussy, I'd have been destroying my office, but instead, I took that anger and fucked her like a savage prick.

I shake my head as Bowie takes her place on the bed, lifting the take-out bag. "How ‘bout that date now, Bella?"

A warmth creeps across my skin at him calling me beautiful.

“Mr. Sorren-”

THWACK! His palm lands on my right ass cheek, stinging the flesh.

“AH!” I cry out, flinching forward.

He rubs his hand over the offended skin as he scolds, “Don’t try to hide from me. You’re going to get four more, a total of five. One for each video lesson you missed today. I’m going to count them and I want you to thank me for each one, understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Two.” His voice rumbles as he makes contact.

I gasp, “Thank you, sir.”

"I wasn't sure how you'd be feeling, so I got a variety," he says, pulling the lid off a container of soup and unwrapping a bundle of sliced baguette.

My mouth waters and stomach growls at the savory scent when I realize I haven’t eaten since breakfast. “You didn't have to do all this."

He pins me with a hard look. "My girl deserves more
than a pre-packaged deli sandwich and a pudding cup from the cafeteria."

My girl.

I drop my head, eyes trained on my hands as I pick at the skin around my nails. The tears I thought I'd pushed away are threatening to fall again. It's such a small gesture from Bowie, and maybe it's the stress of the day or hormones already toying with my emotions, but hearing him verbalize his claim on me has me swooning.

Bowie curls his fingers beneath my chin, tilting my face up to meet the unusually soft look in his hazel eyes. The pad of his thumb traces my bottom lip as the ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Especially if she's carrying my child."