Under My Boss's Direction: Office Romance Collection With New Novel by Jamie Knight (books to read to be successful .txt) 📕

new, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it at first. To the point I wasn’t actually sure what was happening for the first little while, just that my pleasure level went through the roof. Ryan's hand started stroking my asshole with his thumb as he fucked me. Adding the pleasure of the nerve-endings found there, to the already incandescent joy of his gorgeous cock moving in me.

“Like that?” he asked, as he had with everything else.

“Yes!” I blurted, unable to contain my enthusiasm.

Encouraged, he did it more, pressing a little harder, making me yelp with the joy of it all. A sweet tremble running through me like ripples on a pond.

I reached a beautiful orgasm, my head actually lifting, at least as far as it could, as I moaned, feeling like a she-wolf in heat. Ryan was close behind, filling me up with his thick, warm cum.

The water cascaded off my back, the cool tiles under one hand as I bent over in the shower, two fingers submerged to the third knuckle in my pussy. As close as I could get to approximating the size of a cock, though from the looks of it, at least in my imagination, Ryan’s looked like it would be more like three or four fingers worth. I smiled at the idea as I carefully withdrew, spent but happy for the experience. Weariness joined the relief as I toweled off. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I not only intentionally went to bed, passing out on the couch or at my desk the usual way of things, but went to bed early, the morning light not even visible through my window.

Chapter Two

Days passed without note. Even with a more regular sleep pattern, facilitated by my new ritual to the thought of Ryan before bed each night, there was enough to keep my days more than occupied. Were it not for blessed distractions, like food, calls and the need to release some long acquired sexual frustration, it was possible my brain could have fried from sheer focus and stress.

Not really a good result for anyone. Least of all me, a factor I was taking into consideration more. Not least because of the impact my untimely demise would have on things at work. The city could fall into chaos. At least so my ego told me, even though there were some things it was beyond the scope of one person to completely resolve, no matter how important they were, and I certainly wasn’t one of them.

I was just one of the many staff members who helped the actually powerful do what they did. No one was an island, unless you counted hermits, but who really could? They’d have to find them first.

The rhythm of work lulled me, the very fact that there was something to be done, a purpose to be served, gave shape and meaning to my existence. Ever since I was little, I was always very much one of those people who thrived on structure. The worst part of camp every year was the so called ‘free time.’ I had no idea what to do with myself and mostly just fret until some semblance of organization reasserted itself.

It was probably at least part of why I took such immense joy in planning the St. Paddy’s Day parade, usually doing the whole thing myself. Others got their ideas in, too, of course. No plan being perfect first try, there were always things that needed to be tweaked. I was a bit of a control freak but nowhere near being precious. The first concept was mine and that was enough. Much to the relief of most of the other staff at the office, the planning of the parade generally seen as an elephantine task rife with pitfalls.

Not least because of the expectation of the citizens. Most seemed happy to let me do most of the work, only making adjustments when needed. It was a system that worked well for everyone. No wonder my stomach lurched when I got the notification.

Right there, on my calendar, as though scrawled on the city gates in my blood, the announcement of the forth-coming St. Paddy’s Day parade. The one I hadn’t had a moment to plan, let alone consider, swamped as I was with other work. Work that had been assigned by Ryan, around the same time he asked me for my contacts.

“That bastard!”

Radiating with a burning rage that could have registered in kelvin, I dialed his direct phone number and waited to unleash the fury of hell upon his puny, mortal head.

“Hello?”

I skipped over the pleasantries and launched into my tirade. “How dare you steal my parade idea! Well, not my idea, I haven’t thought of one yet, but the St. Paddy’s Day parade is my thing. Everyone knows that.”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry about that. I’ve been trying really hard to impress someone at work and I got carried away. I know how important the parade is to the city, and to her.”

I could almost hear my heart rip in two. It was stupid really, to ever think he liked me the way I liked him. I still didn’t doubt his friendliness was genuine, not the usual shaking hands and kissing babies bullshit, but that was all it was. He didn’t see me as any more than a friend, which was really more than I should have hoped for with him being my boss and all.

I couldn’t help but feel a little stupid. Like a schoolgirl with a crush on a handsome teacher. It was never going to happen the way I’d hoped, but I could always fantasize.

Remembering my professional demeanor, I tried a different tack, still wanting to stay on his good side, despite my outburst. “Do you need any help with it? I mean, it looks like