1. Best Boss

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The tight production deadline for the next shipment has me chained to my desk. I'm rarely home, just enough to sleep, sometimes to have a whole meal. If I didn't love designing new technology for big name companies, I'd be insane.

It helps that I have a good team to work with. A team that recognizes the daily challenges and wants to make the workplace better for everyone. Hey Tony, knock knock.

I look up to see Angela. She's my boss, but I've caught myself fantasizing about her more than once. She carries herself with such confidence and inspires everyone to do their best.

She empowers people, is a real leader, and is genuine about it. A rare combination of gentle and powerful that leaves me dizzy. You're still here? It's nearly 10pm.

She should be home, relaxing. But I can't deny I enjoy the soft brush of her fingers across my hand, or the chemistry and excitement that builds between us when we're bouncing ideas off each other. It's hard to be focused on the project and not on her beautiful lips, her curves, the sparkle in her eyes.

I offer her the chair on the other side of my desk and rub my jaw. Despite the ache I feel when she's around, I have to be professional. I don't know where this issue in the beta test is coming from.

I finish laying out the issue, and Angela taps a pen against her lips before sucking the tip. I nearly moan at the view. The hazy look to her eyes as she tries to figure it out, while her other hand drums on her bare knee.

Her skirt has edged up enough to show some of her lower thigh, and it's getting harder to focus. There's been something building between us, I'm sure of it. We go back and forth, suggesting options, bouncing ideas off each other, until Angela smiles, stands, and nods her head towards the door.

Tests can wait until tomorrow, let's enjoy a few minutes before we head home. I follow Angela to her office, taking her in. The curve of her legs, the way she struts, but manages to make it look casual.

She grins at me over her shoulder as I follow her. She bends over, giving me a heart-stopping view, and pulls out a glass of wine and two glasses. Angela gives an excited wiggle as she sits with me in the two chairs in front of her desk.

She pops the cork and pours the wine. When she leans over to give me the glass, I lose myself in her scent, magnolia and citrus. The light reflects off her window, but it doesn't hide the lights of the city below.

Angela leans, kicks off her heels, catching my attention, then leans back in her chair, her feet on the desk. Heels look good, but feel like hell. I take a long drink, they do look damn good.

She laughs at me for drinking so quickly and curls her toes, her delicate feet, her slender ankles, sexy legs. She doesn't need heels to impress. I need to make a pedicure appointment just to get a foot massage.

I'm tempted to beg you for one. A foot massage? Exactly.

I move my chair closer to her and pat my lap. Why not? Angela bites her lip and rests her feet on my thighs.

Electricity shocks my system as I rub the soles of her feet. The way she presses into my hand, her body relaxing, it's sexy as hell. Just like the soft pink across her cheeks, the way her lips part.

I swallow and look away from her. I have to behave, right? I slide my hands up her ankle, rubbing deeper and then along her calf.

Her skin is silky soft and I wonder if her thighs feel the same way. Her hips. I rub both her feet, her ankles, her calves.

She finishes her glass of wine and then meets my eyes. The air has changed. I'm completely focused on her, not a single thought of work.

We've been talking about our lives, not work, and it feels a hell of a lot like a date. Unless I'm reading it wrong. Angela, I don't want to step out of line, but she looks directly in my eyes.

I feel my cock twitch. My hands wrap around her knee and I pause. Haya, please.

My cock stirs again. That's a yes. She feels exactly what I do, I can tell.

I lick my lips and knead my fingers into her thigh. Fuck. Angela, just like this.

Soft and warm in my hands. It undoes me. My hand slips further up and Angela pulls herself into my lap, grabbing the back of my neck to kiss me hard and deep.

I kiss back, following the strokes of her tongue as passion and lust move through me like a fire. I suck her tongue and memorize the taste of wine on her mouth. While she nibbles my lip, she guides my hand further up her thighs until my fingers brush her damp underwear.

Her fingers show me exactly where to touch and I follow without question. She grinds into my hand, nipping and kissing as we work together to get her off, but it's not enough. Angela makes me greedy.

I push her underwear to the side and meet her eyes. She grins and nods, pushing her hips into my hand. I groan.

Oh, you're so beautiful. I kiss her neck as I tease her clit with my fingers. So smart.

I circle her entrance slowly, watching her lips part as her head bends back. I lick my bottom lip. So sexy.

I pump two fingers into her and her thighs tighten around me. She undoes two buttons and tosses her shirt to the side. Angela pulls her arms from her bra, then pushes it down so her breasts spill out.

Her hard nipples catch my attention and I wrap my lips around one. I swirl my tongue and suck hard as she rides my fingers. Her soaked pussy squeezes my fingers as she holds onto the back of my neck, kissing me until she throws her head back, eyes closed in ecstasy.

Her fingers slide into my hair as her pussy tightens and she rides faster. I work a third finger into her and press against her G-spot. Come for me, Angela.

I want to know that I've made her come, to make sure it's me that brings her to the edge. Angela meets my eyes, then her lips part, and her eyes close as her pussy spasms around my fingers, drenching my hand. She bucks on my lap, tightening her hold on me as she rides out her orgasm.

She bites the inside of my shoulder to quiet herself, but I want to hear every sound. I want to know she's mine, even if it's just for now. Yes.

How'd that feel? The world relaxes against me. I rub her back with my free hand while slowly easing my fingers out of her.

I bring them to my lips as she watches and suck her sweetness clean. I want you to fuck me every way you can think of as long as we can. Just tell me when.

She licks her bottom lip and her hand strokes over the hardness in my pants. When her eyes dip down, I start to hope that I'll get some release, but then her phone rings. Who the hell would call at this time of night? We're not here.

She smirks, but picks up the phone. Apparently, Chyna never sleeps. She keeps palming me through my pants as she talks, but I'm so lost in her lazy fingers teasing my cock, I don't hear a thing.

When she gets off me, I blink myself back and she's putting herself back together. I'm sorry. I have to deal with this.

You need to get some sleep and more fun. She winks at me and sits on the other side of her desk. I take that as my cue to leave, for now.

I have to convince myself that this isn't all a dream, that Angela wants me as much as I want her, and I can't wait to give her everything she wants.