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In My Billionaire Boss’s Bed Ultimate Decision
Peach SalingerI spend part of my day angry, then the rest of it brooding. By evening, my anger has subsided but it doesn’t stop me from cursing anytime I remember what the president said to me.He was going to pay me for the sex? What kind of person does he think I am? This is all my fault for letting him bang me in the restroom stall and making myself look cheap.You’re so stupid, Peach. Your first sexual experience and you already have your boss handing you a sex slave contract like you’re not worthy of his respect.Huge definition of fucked up!“Peach, we’re home.” Marienne says, snapping me out of my thoughts.I look around and realize our cab has just pulled up in front of the Arconia. We get off and pay the driver before heading into the building. “You’re good?” Marienne asks me as soon as we’re inside our apartment.“Yeah, I’m fine.” I reply and head to my room.In my room, I shred my clothes and take a warm bath. I slip into my pjs and lie in bed for a while. It’s hard to ke
In My Billionaire Boss’s Bed The Trip
Rhys Van Acker The airport is bustling with activities as I pace back and forth in the private lounge. I try to distract myself by the distant clatter of suitcases, and the low murmur of travelers moving through their own routines. Yet, all I can focus on is the slight twisting in my gut as I wait for Peach.I’m not sure she’ll show up, it’s 9:54am and she’s supposed to be here before 10am. I just hope my plan works. I already told Cole not to come until tomorrow so basically, I’ll be going to Tokyo alone with Peach—that’s if she shows up.If she does, then I get a chance to change her mind about the contract. My blood boils in anticipation as I continue to pace. But it’s ridiculous, really. I’m Rhys Van Acker. I don’t get swept up by what-ifs, but here I am, silently hoping on something.I really must be out of my mind.A sudden burst of movement catches my eye, and I turn just in time to see Peach step into the lounge. My breath hitches, but I force myself to remain still, lea
In My Billionaire Boss’s Bed Fantasizing
Peach Salinger I exhale sharply, breaking myself free from his daunting gaze. I take an abrupt half step back, and point to a door to my left. “I’ll take that room. Good night, boss.” I start walking away.“Good night, Miss Salinger.” he says automatically to my retreating back. As I walk slowly to the room filled with antiques from some ancient period in Japan, I’m left with the question—why is it so hard for you to pull yourself together whenever he’s around you, Peach?I’ve already let my anger towards him go—not that I have a choice. He’s my boss. But I turned down the contract, and he didn’t fire me for it so definitely, he’s moved on from it. So have I. Now simply to continue the boss-employee relationship. It’s not going to be easy with all the tension and the fact that Rhys Van Acker is so smuggy. But he’s also divine. I had checked him out during the flight—subtly, of course—hoping to find something I wouldn’t like about him. A huge turn off that’d at least kil
In My Billionaire Boss’s Bed Standing Up For Her
Peach Salinger The meeting with the Japanese clients was overwhelming and Cole didn’t show up either. It was just Rhys and me. Part of the negotiation was in their language and I’m unable to keep up at some point.But it just amazes me how Rhys speaks the language so well. There’s just something raw and sexy about seeing a mature man speak Japanese so fluently. By the end of the three hours long meeting, I’m exhausted. While Rhys discusses some more information about the project with some of the clients, I head out of the conference room to grab something to eat.I’m a little relieved that he didn’t notice anything unusual about me when I stepped out of my room this morning. Nobody needs to know you had a sex dream about someone you aim to keep a neutral relationship with.I grab a cup of coffee to go from a cute coffe shop on the third floor and head back to the conference room. Halfway there, my phone buzzes in the pocket of my slacks and I pull it out to see a text from
In My Billionaire Boss’s Bed Giving In
Peach Salinger Rhys walks over to the sink and turns on the faucet, wetting a paper towel before handing it to me.“Here,” he says, his voice gentle. “This should help with the stain.”I take the towel from him, our fingers brushing for just a moment. I feel my pulse quicken from that slight touch and I’m already reconsidering being in this closed space with him. This isn’t a good idea.I start to dab at the tea stain on my blouse. The material is damp and slightly sticky, and I’m all too aware of how close Rhys is standing.“I’m really sorry about all this,” I mumble, keeping my eyes on the stain. “I should’ve been more careful.”“You don’t need to apologize. It was an accident, and that client was out of line. If anything, I should be the one apologizing.”I look up at him, surprised. “Why would you need to apologize?”“For putting you in a position where you felt like you had to defend yourself,” he says, his gaze intense. “You’re more than just an intern. You’re talented, an
In My Billionaire Boss’s Bed The Surprise
Rhys Van AckerNext morning… I reach out, then open my eyes when my hands touch cool sheets. Slightly disoriented, I stare at the spot where Peach should be. I didn’t dream the night. It’s the sex, my dick says.It’s not the sex. Well, okay, it’s partly the sex. But I’ve never felt this way after sex with another woman. Making her lose herself isn’t just fun, it’s satisfying. I could spend the rest of my life doing it. I get out of bed and look around. Peach’s clothes and shoes aren’t strewn on the floor anymore. Did she go back to her room? For some reason, the thought annoys me,and then the annoyance annoys me more. I use the bathroom, brush my teeth and throw on a robe, then pad out of the room. My clothes turn out not to be strewn all over the floor, either. They’re draped over an armchair facing the TV. The memory of Peach kneeling and giving me head sends a hot rush of desire along my spine, making my cock stir.Down, boy. I’m not on the prowl right now.I registe
In My Billionaire Boss’s Bed Finally Meeting Him
Peach Salinger I’m overwhelmed by it all. Last night was heaven and it’s all I could think about for the 12hours flight. Rhys dropped me off at the Arconia and bade me good night before leaving.It’s a shame we didn’t get to talk about whatever last night was. But he seemed to be in a hurry and I didn’t want to burden him.Either way, I’m never going to agree to the contract. Sex with him is amazing, I must admit, but I can’t do contracts. I’m down for sex anytime he wants and it doesn’t change the relationship between us. We’re still boss-employee, or. . . whatever we were before, just, you know. With sex and blowjobs.I feel excitement bubble in me as I drag my suitcase to the elevator. I press the third floor button and wait. As I wait, I hear footsteps. Sharp, fast—definitely dress shoes, but not high heels.I gulp as the steps close in. The brushed stainless finish on the elevator doors reveals nothing, not even a faint reflection to let me know who this tall, broad-should
In My Billionaire Boss’s Bed Nothing Serious
Peach Salinger The following day is a Sunday and I wake up to a text from Rhys. [Lets meet up. We need to talk.]What’s the rush? I think to myself, as I glance at the clock on the wall. It’s almost 9am. I toss my phone across my bed and stretch. After taking a long shower, I slip into a pink dress with spaghetti straps that stops mid-thigh showing off my legs. I compliment the look with a pair of dark flats.I pull my long black hair into a bun and apply a little makeup. I stare into the mirror for a few minutes, I can’t even remember the last time I dolled up this much. I grab my bag and step out.Surprisingly, I didn’t stumble into the hamster’s cage as I step into the living room. Reggie had taken them with him before he left yesterday, why’s the cage here again?“Good morning.” I say as I step further into the living room.Marienne is still in her PJs. She’s standing by the dining table, buttering her toast and the amount of butter she’s using stresses me out—a pat that si
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