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

careful to never be alone with her, always leaving my office door open when we were together, with Holly just down the hall, and I never made any sort of contact, even accidentally, no matter how much my spirit might call out for her touch.

I wanted Jonna, no doubt about that, needed her, even, but the choice between being with her and continuing running the label was not a clear-cut one. Especially when I wasn’t sure she felt the same way.

I told myself not to think about her too much, focusing instead on cooking myself some breakfast before my work-out. My house was bigger on the inside, or at least I liked to joke that it was. Despite its relatively modest size, the place I called home had a lot of rooms, ranging in size from tiny to huge, and I tried to make the most of it.

Among the accoutrements added was an exercise room. The in-home gym was the main reason I had yet to succumb to the scourge of the ‘middle-aged spread,’ even though I still had a while left until I qualified.

Out of curiosity, I’d done one of those ‘when will I die?’ tests, and was relieved to find out that, barring a freak accident, my number wouldn’t come up until I was 90.

I was halfway through cooking in my kitchen when all of a sudden, I heard whistling.

What the fuck?

The sound came from nowhere, a tune picked at random, I supposed— my experience with whistling being rather limited, despite my musical background. Everyone I knew had my full permission to knock me out if I was ever caught humming, let alone whistling.

But then I realized the sound was coming from me.

The mushroom popped and sizzled in the cast-iron skillet like a firework display. I had been carefully shifting it with the stainless steel flipper to avoid any unpleasantness. God only knew where I would have heard “I’m A Believer” lately, but out it came as I cooked another high protein, no meat breakfast, Jonna never far from my mind as I did so.

In fact, she happened to be appearing in several scenarios, in various states of dress. It was like a music video in my head that only I was able to enjoy as I ate my breakfast once I had finished cooking it.

Now that I was properly fueled for the morning, it was off to my altar of fitness, to try and defy time for another day. I didn’t need to worry, really. It was a lucky feature of my bloodline that everyone looked younger than they were. To the point that people literally didn’t believe my brother and I were both our mother’s children.

That was partly because of the ten-year age difference between us, but also due to the fact that our mom always looked at least ten years younger than she was. Despite remembering when Nirvana was still on the charts, I was still regularly mistaken for a millennial. Except when I grew a beard.

Thoughts of Jonna, a fantasy image of her, followed me into the workout room. Her eyes were always on me, a sweet smile on her lips, as I chose my weights.

They had come in a set I’d ordered online. The shipping costs were murder, but it was worth it in the long run, despite my skepticism that I would ever use all of them. I was wrong about that— I was into the mid-range weights in the first month.

She stayed with me through the warm-up and all, sitting in a lotus position, wearing nothing but unmentionables, patiently waiting for me to finish. I wasn’t going to cut my routine short but I didn’t want to disappoint her either, even in my mind.

Setting the weights back onto the rack, I used my newly free hands to attend to the emergency that was occurring in my shorts. A wave of sweet relief crashed over me as my cock came free. The fresh air tickled the head and sent tingles all through me. Laying down on the warm-up mats, I joined Jonna in the theater of my mind.

She rose to meet me, getting onto her knees, so her mouth was level with my throbbing cock. Her mouth was already open as I lay my hand on the back of her head to slip it into her warm little mouth. My good girl sucked me beautifully, starting at the head and moving down the shaft.

Getting about halfway down, she started to suck harder. Slowly at first but gaining in both speed and intensity as she gulped down my cock. I took hold of her ponytail, seizing gentle control. She gave her power over to me willingly, letting me guide her movements as she sucked me off, obeying my very whim and directive without hesitation or question.

She closed her eyes before it came. My load flooded into her mouth as she swallowed it all down, not missing a drop.

Withdrawing my cock from her mouth, Jonna still licking desperately at the head, I leaned down and kissed her. The sexy, curvy goddess returned my affections with equal gusto, sucking greedily on my tongue.

Leaving her on her knees, I turned her around, so that she was facing away from me, and put her down on all fours. I lifted her hips, so her sweet ass was in the air, giving me full access to both her tight little holes.

I didn’t want to hurt her, and took the path of less preparation, burying my face into her tender, pink pussy, making her moan, loud and long. Her sounds were only getting louder as she approached orgasm.

Giving her a few minutes to recover, gently stroking the small of her back as she trembled with the aftershocks, I caressed the head of my cock against her tender opening. My fantasy Jonna reached back with both hands