All Chapters of Bad Boss: An Office Romance: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I wanted to ask more, but I held my tongue. He didn’t say anything else, but I knew he wouldn’t. Not with Mindy and Cody so close to earshot.“I’m going to get some sun,” I said, shuffling past him to my towel. Miraculously, I managed to keep my hands to myself while I maneuvered around him.Taking a book out of my bag, I laid down on my stomach where I had situated my towel. Opening the book, I began to read. The cushion I was laying on was off the front of the boat, a bar being the only object keeping me from being able to roll into the water.To my surprise, Mack came over and sat on the seat below where I was laying, his chest at the height of my feet. I chuckled while I looked over my shoulder. He had the other book from my bag in his hands. “Help yourself to my things.”He shrugged. “I’ve been meaning to read this one.” I raised a brow at him. It was a book about empowerment in the workf

KelseyMy gut was twisted and nauseous from the sudden change in Mack’s temperament. It wasn’t the normal cranky and grumpy mood swings I’d grown used to, it was sad and afraid, a face Mack Craft never wore. I’d kept my composure while I laid on a lounger down by the lake with Mindy for the next few hours. Holding my tongue whenever Mack decided to make his appearance wasn’t going to be easy. Space. I knew he needed it, but my grasp on his cliff was about to slip, and I desperately needed him to give me his hand. His pain was becoming mine, and although I’d pieced together the root of his hurt, details would give me perspective on why he was the way he was, and maybe I could help him heal. “We should probably start getting ready for the party,” Mindy sighed, standing from her lounger. Cody was snoring next to her. She swatted his shoulder and startled him awake. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” I desperately needed a shower but was worried I’d run into Mack when he still needed hi

Kelsey“Mr. Craft will be with you shortly.” The woman sitting at my former desk batted her eyelashes. Ms. Carmicheal was peppy and perky, having more grit than the last assistant, Ms. Biggle.She wouldn’t last more than a month.I took a seat across from her desk, giving her a smile, doing my best for it to not appear full of pity. No doubt Mack had already given her an earful about her casual attire and coffee skills. Setting down two to-go trays from Mack’s favorite restaurant, I smoothed over my new dress and crossed my legs. I bought stilettos a few weeks ago and hadn’t worn them because of the snow until now. They gave me a couple more inches than normal. The suede fabric was a fire engine red, matching my lipstick. Mack loved it when I wore the bold color.The stench of Au Hi Tuna and Sriracha seeped through the bottom of the takeout container, a smell I was used to. By the contorted face of Mack’s latest assistant, he hadn’t instructed her to order him one yet. “Would you li

“You’re the only woman allowed in my office,” he repeated, running his nose along my jaw. “The only woman allowed on my conference table.”“I better be,” I hushed against his ear, biting down on the soft skin to contain my moan. For as confident as I was, Mack knew I had insecurities when it came to other women making advances on him. He was gorgeous and successful; flocks of women were always throwing themselves at him.His arm began to thrust deeper inside of me, his fingers taking control over mine. His hands brought out the best orgasms, along with other appendages. “Do you have one?” I asked out of breath. His brows furrowed slightly while he analyzed my question, then smirked when the lightbulb clicked on in his head.Our mouths connected, our tongues mimicking the movement of our hands. The sensation was excellent, but I wanted more. I needed him inside of me. Reading my mind, he let go of the nape of my neck and reached into his pants pocket.I grinned against his lips when

MackMy Friday night was spent fidgeting in my home office, debating if an impromptu trip to Kelsey’s apartment would work out in my favor. I understood she was a creature of habit and needed her sleep, but lately, the idea of playing house with her was becoming more and more appealing. Her reaction toward us coming out as a couple didn’t help with my latest desires. She froze in her chair, her eyes widening as if she’d seen a ghost. Why was the thought of being in public together so offensive to her? I didn’t think the issue was commitment. I knew she wasn’t sleeping with anyone else, we’d made a promise to one another that our intimacy would remain exclusive. But lately, that wasn’t enough. I needed more from her, and us not being on the same page was causing me anxiety. It wasn’t the same pent up, lost and guilty anxiety that stole my breath, the kind that came on when I’d internalize the death of my father. This anxiety was new, one that made me think twice about speaking freely