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Authors: Livia Lang
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for anything else, I'll head back to my desk and finish up those emails for you."
Ryder definitely needed something more from her. He needed her hot mouth wrapped around his dick and her nose pressed against his pelvis. He needed her to sit on his face until he couldn't breath. Yeah, he needed a lot of things from her.
However, the rational part of his brain knew that he didn't have any reason to keep preventing her from doing her real job. The rational part of his brain knew that his obsession was getting out of hand.
"You're free to go. Thanks so much for your help. I'm sure it'll help me a lot."
"Anytime, sir." She smiled and walked toward the door, her wide hips rolling seductively as she left.
As soon as the door closed, he ran his hand over his chin. Things couldn’t continue like this, he knew that. His infatuation was growing every time he learned something more about her. And now that he knew she was single, the drive to claim her was stronger than ever.
There was only one thing left to do. He had to get shy Ivy White into his bed – for the sake of his sanity and the company’s future.
2
H is chance came two weeks later.
The advertising campaign for FITnFAB's spring line was in its final stages, and he was spending many long hours in the office. Even when everyone else had long gone home, he still poured over the images picked out for the campaign. Everything had to be perfect, as a billion dollars of merchandise sat in warehouses, ready to be sold.
A few days before the release, he was still hunched over his desk at midnight. A knock at his office door surprised him. Looking up, he found Ivy opening the door timidly.
"Sir? Is there anything else I can help you with? I know you want to get out of here soon," she said, stifling a yawn.
"Still here? Ivy, I thought you would have left with everyone else ages ago."
"You know I don't leave until you tell me to," she said with a small smile.
His heart lurched. The loyalty and patience she showed was unmatched. Who else could he trust except her? In the spur of the moment, he decided to take a wild, unprofessional, and very dirty chance.
"Well, there is something you can help me with," he said smoothly, standing up and straightening his tie. "Why don't you sit on the couch and we can talk?"
She sat down, putting her hands demurely in her lap. She was wearing another one of her A-line skirts that hugged every plush curve of her body. The thing looked painted on, and yet it hit below her knee and followed every one of the company's dress code policies. Ryder could never get over how she was so stunningly sexy and also infuriatingly by-the-book. While other women tried to break every rule possible to let their boobs hang out, or show off their long legs, Ivy never bothered. And yet Ivy was the only one able to catch his eye.
"Do you want a drink? I'm going to make myself a scotch," he asked as he walked over to the bar behind his desk. He hoped the alcohol would give him the liquid courage he needed to claim his mark that night.
"I'm not much of a big drinker, honestly." She shrugged apologetically. "Especially at work."
"Well, we are drinking to the launch of our new campaign. If all goes well, we'll clear a record number of sales in the next two months. I think that is worth celebrating, don't you?"
After a pause, she nodded, giving in. "Well, I guess that is worth letting loose a little bit for. But just a small drink for me."
"Don't forget, I'm the boss. You won't get in trouble with me," he chuckled, beginning to fix the drinks.
He handed her a cranberry and vodka, then settled down next to her. They were so close he could subtly press his leg against hers, feeling the heat of her thigh radiating through his pants. It wasn't the only hot part of her body he wanted pressed up against him, that was for sure.
"You’ve done a great job for the team since coming on board earlier this year. I've really appreciated all your hard work, you know."
She
Ryder definitely needed something more from her. He needed her hot mouth wrapped around his dick and her nose pressed against his pelvis. He needed her to sit on his face until he couldn't breath. Yeah, he needed a lot of things from her.
However, the rational part of his brain knew that he didn't have any reason to keep preventing her from doing her real job. The rational part of his brain knew that his obsession was getting out of hand.
"You're free to go. Thanks so much for your help. I'm sure it'll help me a lot."
"Anytime, sir." She smiled and walked toward the door, her wide hips rolling seductively as she left.
As soon as the door closed, he ran his hand over his chin. Things couldn’t continue like this, he knew that. His infatuation was growing every time he learned something more about her. And now that he knew she was single, the drive to claim her was stronger than ever.
There was only one thing left to do. He had to get shy Ivy White into his bed – for the sake of his sanity and the company’s future.
2
H is chance came two weeks later.
The advertising campaign for FITnFAB's spring line was in its final stages, and he was spending many long hours in the office. Even when everyone else had long gone home, he still poured over the images picked out for the campaign. Everything had to be perfect, as a billion dollars of merchandise sat in warehouses, ready to be sold.
A few days before the release, he was still hunched over his desk at midnight. A knock at his office door surprised him. Looking up, he found Ivy opening the door timidly.
"Sir? Is there anything else I can help you with? I know you want to get out of here soon," she said, stifling a yawn.
"Still here? Ivy, I thought you would have left with everyone else ages ago."
"You know I don't leave until you tell me to," she said with a small smile.
His heart lurched. The loyalty and patience she showed was unmatched. Who else could he trust except her? In the spur of the moment, he decided to take a wild, unprofessional, and very dirty chance.
"Well, there is something you can help me with," he said smoothly, standing up and straightening his tie. "Why don't you sit on the couch and we can talk?"
She sat down, putting her hands demurely in her lap. She was wearing another one of her A-line skirts that hugged every plush curve of her body. The thing looked painted on, and yet it hit below her knee and followed every one of the company's dress code policies. Ryder could never get over how she was so stunningly sexy and also infuriatingly by-the-book. While other women tried to break every rule possible to let their boobs hang out, or show off their long legs, Ivy never bothered. And yet Ivy was the only one able to catch his eye.
"Do you want a drink? I'm going to make myself a scotch," he asked as he walked over to the bar behind his desk. He hoped the alcohol would give him the liquid courage he needed to claim his mark that night.
"I'm not much of a big drinker, honestly." She shrugged apologetically. "Especially at work."
"Well, we are drinking to the launch of our new campaign. If all goes well, we'll clear a record number of sales in the next two months. I think that is worth celebrating, don't you?"
After a pause, she nodded, giving in. "Well, I guess that is worth letting loose a little bit for. But just a small drink for me."
"Don't forget, I'm the boss. You won't get in trouble with me," he chuckled, beginning to fix the drinks.
He handed her a cranberry and vodka, then settled down next to her. They were so close he could subtly press his leg against hers, feeling the heat of her thigh radiating through his pants. It wasn't the only hot part of her body he wanted pressed up against him, that was for sure.
"You’ve done a great job for the team since coming on board earlier this year. I've really appreciated all your hard work, you know."
She
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