Under My Boss's Authority: Office Romance Collection by Jamie Knight (small books to read .TXT) 📕

the chauffeur. He opens the door and I settle in. I keep my eyes on the road as we drive off.

Chapter Two - Henry

Well.

This sucks.

Julia’s body is one finely tuned machine, I’ll give her that. The sway of her hip as she walks away, a tug of the skirt behind the small of her back, and the innocent caress her arms give her light and supple breasts are all enough to make any man fall. I want to be that man.

For weeks I have wished for a moment of clarity, for some kind of sign to make a move on Julia. Today after I had breakfast made for her and sent the workers upstairs to work on the dusty rooms, or their weekly gossip, I asked her to sit with me and work.

We have been avoiding the whole social distancing phenomenon as I definitely know we are seeing no one else. What I mean by ‘seeing’ is having company over. I know I see no one. I hope she’s seeing no one.

She got so close that I could smell her hair. It smelled like it needed my hands to rub it.

I trudge from the window when the cab leaves with her inside of it and sit by my wooden chair beside the fireplace. We ground into each other today by accident.

She knew where her ass was. I knew where my groin was. We knew where we were, at the proverbial water cooler.

It felt good. Three seconds of contact was enough. It was funny how we went back to the table still thirsty and empty-handed. Well, it was funny, anyway, until her phone rang, and she walked away towards the kitchen.

My hand is down my waistline and it feels good to fondle my hard cock with her on my mind.

Julia Cast is one of those women who seem to appear out of a dream when you look at her. Her face is thin and narrow at the middle, like a model who moonlights as a preschool teacher. She smiles when you least expect her to, and she laughs only when the joke is perfect.

It has taken me three years to learn about her and who she is as a person, and after all that time I still feel as though she still holds back so much from me. I like that. Mystery engulfs the pleasure a man needs to feel fulfilled.

This room will not cut it.

I shut the folders and secure them in the safe above the fireplace. Marcy and Sarah, my father’s housekeepers, are busy somewhere on the grounds, sniffing around about some neighborhood gossip, I bet.

Comfortably I tread towards my special bedroom downstairs and lock myself in it. I strip down to my socks. I light the room up with red candles and exhale.

Then I pick up the bottle of lube from the stand and settle into the soft fuzzy chair, knees apart. My cock is still hard from being so close to Julia, and I stroke it with my eyes closed.

I see her. I imagine her curvy, naked body in my mind’s eye, and I think about what I’d like to do it. I imagine bending her over and putting my cock into her tight, wet pussy.

I’d play with her clit while I fucked her.

I’d make her scream my name until she came…

But right now, I’m coming, just thinking about her.

That girl really does something different to me. She makes me surrender all thoughts and desire over to her.

I hate that she owns my heart and my mind.

I want to be the who owns her.

Chapter Three - Julia

I should learn from this. Preparedness is not only a virtue, but it can also be a universe of disappointment.

The door feels rough underneath my flaccid and clammy fingers as I push it. Its weight is light and feathery, and I stamp my foot into the fluffy doormat with the misshapen black and creamy cat design on it.

The wood clicks and I chink the key in, locking myself, and my disappointment, indefinitely indoors.

Maybe not indefinitely.

Today was supposed to be the day it all met in the middle.

Literally.

After so many years of dreaming about being with him, I really thought he make take me.

Henry was supposed to grab me by my hips and pull me in and kiss me and fuck me.

That was his moment to shine, to own me like a rag doll and squeeze my body like he would his mortal enemy. Fuck chivalry. And fuck me for needing to leave, to worry about finances and an uneasy feeling I had about someone being at my house. I needed to go check it out, but it was a very inconvenient time.

Especially because my gray panties are soaked in the middle.

Thighs spread, I lean back on the wooden cabinets at my house and rake the still sopping damp panties between my legs. Oh, it feels nice. The pure contrast between hot and cold, my fingers and the floor between my toes, jerks me backwards, and I stare at the rough-coated ceiling for a brief moment, and then shut them.

Exhale. Inhale. Hold.

I see darkness. I see red and blue lines mirrored in the vast black sea. I taste orange on my thin dry lips, and swallow a gust of shallow air.

I shudder at the grasp of finger and lip and finger. I feel it. The gush of wetness melting down my inner thigh.

Probing, I lift the hood and gyrate my thumb. Ah. It feels good, exceptional. I pinch the lip with a shy nail and let it fall. Pleasure.

Dry air surrounds me. I swallow it once again and pull my clit aside, shoving a knuckle’s worth of my finger into my pussy hole, wishing that it could be Henry doing it to me instead. Oh God. It’s warm, slippery. I smile.

A noisy echo bounces off inside my head. A faint image blurs into solidity. Thin face. Slanted eyes. Thick, strong nose with an ignorant bump at the far