  &quot;I ummm, think I need you to look these over in your office,&quot; I chirp brightly, deliberately getting up to walk sexily into his room without a backward glance. I make sure I walk to his desk in full sight of the open door and bend over enough to slide the file down, just enough for my jacket to ride up, exposing my tight skirt, hugging my butt, lifting one foot slightly as though I'm reaching out, so my legs look shapelier in the confined material. The door shuts behind me almost immediately, his hands running up my thighs and igniting passion; I'm turned and thrown over his shoulder instantly, letting out a small squeal and giggle as he marches me toward that internal door.
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      I stretch out in my chair and arch my back, my desk is littered with papers, my laptop, files, and an overwhelming amount of random crap. It's been a hard few days, not made any easier b

  &quot;It makes no sense to me having you beside me at work, then you going home to Queens at night … I want you home with me, to kick back and unwind. Here, we're starting to get back into our roles as boss and PA … I want my girlfriend when we're not working.&quot;
      &quot;Sarah's going to try and talk me out of it&quot; I sigh, watching him play with my fingers one by one, enjoying the sensation. &quot;She'll think we're rushing things.&quot; I look up at him and shake my head when he shrugs, his answer to everything. Infuriatingly so.
      &quot;I'm not going to force you, Emma … Go see her, collect what you need for this week anyway then let me know what you decide … I won't be mad, but I want you to know that it will happen.&quot; He moves forward, kissing me quickly before letting me get up to leave. I ruffle my fingers lightly through his hair for a moment, smiling at the w

  &quot;Ready?&quot; He gazes at me as his car door is opened and holds out his hand. The Carrero building looms up in front of us and it feels like I haven't been here in weeks. So much has changed in such a short time. He slides out of the car, pulling me with him and straightens up as Jefferson shuts the door behind us. Normally, Jake would use the underground car park, but Jefferson has errands to run for him today, so we are being dropped at the front door. This is all very public, right outside the main entrance to Carrero House in the morning rush. I take a deep, anxious breath, pushing down the onslaught of emotions and nod and try not to run away.
      I tense as we enter the building, the urge to pull my hand out of his as heads turn at our arrival. Faces beaming our way, quiet whispers, and stifled grins as people pretend not to be staring. We are obviously the talk of the bu

&quot;I ummm, think I need you to look these over in your office,&quot; I chirp brightly, deliberately getting up to walk sexily into his room without a backward glance. I make sure I walk to his desk in full sight of the open door and bend over enough to slide the file down, just enough for my jacket to ride up, exposing my tight skirt, hugging my butt, lifting one foot slightly as though I'm reaching out, so my legs look shapelier in the confined material. The door shuts behind me almost immediately, his hands running up my thighs and igniting passion; I'm turned and thrown over his shoulder instantly, letting out a small squeal and giggle as he marches me toward that internal door.
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      I stretch out in my chair and arch my back, my desk is littered with papers, my laptop, files, and an overwhelming amount of random crap. It's been a hard few days, not made any easier by my oversexed boss-lover and his attempts at dragging me into his cupboard at every opportunity. He

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