Seduced by my Bosses: Hot Steamy collection

In lust with my boss 1

Sally’s POV

I’m in pure, aching lust with my boss Luke Hudson.

Tall, broad-shouldered, and oozing raw masculine power. Every time he walks into the office, it’s like the air changes. My breath catches. My thighs clench. He’s the kind of man who doesn’t just command attention he devours it.

Hot. Dominant. Completely irresistible.

But I know his type. I’ve seen the women on his arm flawless, leggy blondes with model figures and polished grins. I’m not that. I’m average height, with curves that refuse to be tamed and breasts too full for most of my blouses.

So I stay silent. I pretend not to care.

Instead, I come home, peel off my clothes, and lie in bed with one hand between my thighs and the other gripping a toy pretending it’s him. I close my eyes and imagine his voice growling my name, his mouth on my skin, his fingers replacing mine. I thrust, moan, and shudder, chasing the orgasm like it’s his mouth driving me over the edge.

I know it’s wrong. But in the dark, with my fantasies wrapped tight around me, he’s mine. Even if only in my dreams.

Every night after work, it’s the same routine one I crave more than I care to admit. I toss my clothes you aside, slide under the sheets, and reach for my toys with trembling fingers. My body already knows what it wants who it wants.

Luke.

I close my eyes and picture him hovering over me, that smug, dangerous smirk on his lips as he pins me down like I belong to him. I trail the toy between my thighs, pretending it’s his thick, demanding c**k pushing into me slow at first, then rough and relentless.

I imagine his mouth on my breasts, sucking hard, biting just enough to leave his mark. My back arches. My legs tremble. I moan his name into the darkness, desperate and wrecked.

I don’t stop until I’m gasping, shaking until my climax rips through me like his voice would if he ever whispered filthy things in my ear.

It’s not enough. It never is. But it’s all I have.

For now.

A knock on my office door jolted me from the haze of my fantasies.

“Sally, you’re needed in the conference hall. There’s a meeting,” Jennifer’s voice floated through the door.

“Thank you,” I replied, forcing my voice to stay steady.

I grabbed my jotter and pen, shoved my messy thoughts into the back of my mind, and walked to the conference hall like nothing was out of place.

During the meeting, I tried to stay professional—pen scribbling across my notepad, nodding at key points but it was hard to focus. Luke’s deep voice echoed in my ears like a sensual soundtrack, and every time he leaned forward to speak or rolled his sleeves up his forearms, I had to cross my legs tighter.

By the time the meeting ended, I was barely holding it together.

I made my way back to my office, shut the door, and turned the lock—or so I thought.

My heart pounded as I sat down, legs trembling from anticipation. I couldn’t wait. I needed release now.

I reached into my drawer and pulled out my newest obsession: a 10-inch, veiny dildo, thick and intimidating, just the way I imagined Luke would be. I had planned to christen it tonight in the privacy of my bedroom. But after that meeting? After hearing him speak, watching his lips move? I was soaked.

I hiked up my skirt, no panties in sight. I spread my legs wide and propped them up on my desk, the cool air brushing over my heated skin. I pressed the tip of the dildo against my aching clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made my breath hitch.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I imagined Luke storming into my office, eyes dark with hunger, voice like sin. “Open wider for me, Sally. That’s it. Take every inch.”

My free hand gripped the edge of the desk as I pushed the toy inside me, inch by inch, until I was filled completely. My head lolled back, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting in pleasure. I moved faster, chasing the release, imagining Luke behind me—slamming into me, growling in my ear, his fingers tugging my hair.

“Luke…” I moaned, breathless.

My climax was building fast, coiling tight in my stomach, my thighs trembling with each thrust.

But just as I was about to break right at the edge the door flew open.

I froze.

Eyes wide.

Toy buried deep inside me.

And standing there in the doorway…

Luke Hudson. My boss. His icy blue gaze dropped from my face to between my thighs. And he didn’t look away.