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  Double Bosses

  An Office Romance

  Parker Grey

  Copyright © 2018 by Parker Grey

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  Contents

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  Preface

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Epilogue

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  I’m hard on my students.

  All semester, Melody has been sitting quietly in the back of my class - a straight-A student with a perfect 4.0 GPA. A nice, polite, well-behaved, good girl.

  The kind of girl I want to see on her knees in front of me, begging with her big, wide eyes. Even though touching her could get me fired and barred from teaching college ever again.

  But when she asks me to be her thesis advisor, I say yes, and soon sweet, almost-innocent Melody is in my office, her ripe curves and pouty lips practically begging me to take her.

  Dominate her. Claim her. Make this straight-A student my dirty girl.

  It’s just an innocent crush…

  I know it’s a total cliche to have a crush on your teacher, but I can’t help it - he’s ruggedly handsome, incredibly smart, totally in control…

  …and even from the back row I can see the monster in his pants.

  I know I shouldn’t be paying these dangerous games with him. If we get caught, the consequences would be total disaster — but every time he growls my name, I practically lose my mind.

  Take me, professor. Make me yours.

  Get it now - totally free!

  They’re rich, powerful, and alpha af.

  And they like to share.

  Kade and Lawson are powerful, demanding, and they always get what they want.

  In the courtroom. In the office.

  And in the bedroom.

  What they want? Me.

  Their secretary.

  Even though I’m innocent and virtually untouched. Even though I work for them, and it’s absolutely against company policy.

  Even though there’s two of them.

  There’s no way I should give into their rough, rugged demands - both my bosses at once?

  But then again, maybe I could do with a little overtime…

  Chapter One

  Jenna

  “Ow!” I mutter as something sharp digs into my elbow, jerking my arm away from the edge of the bed.

  Next to me, there’s a small but annoyed snort, followed by a chirp.

  “Okay, okay,” I tell Gertrude, my very impatient cat.

  She responds by putting one paw on my shoulder, then headbutting me right in the face. Lovingly.

  “I’m getting up,” I tell her, without opening my eyes. “I swear, every day you try this fifteen minutes earli—"

  Mid-sentence, I finally open my eyes. In the half-darkness of my room, my bedside clock is glaring 8:35 in big, glowing green letters.

  I rub my bleary eyes with one hand, because that’s gotta be wrong. I went out with my best friend Sasha for her birthday last night, one drink turned into a couple, and I must be seeing this clock wrong…

  Nope.

  Now it’s 8:36.

  “Shit!” I yelp, and shove the covers back, accidentally flopping them onto Gertrude, who squawks in protest. I should be on the subway already, or at the very least, waiting for a train.

  Definitely not still in bed.

  “Sorry!” I tell her, already frantically running to my tiny closet and flinging it open.

  That’s when I remember that I was going to do laundry last night. But then, Sasha called from the bar down the street, and, well, now my already-slim professional wear pickings are even slimmer.

  Muttering to myself, I grab a white blouse, a tan skirt I don’t really like, and a pair of black pumps before turning for my underwear drawer.

  Where my only option is the ridiculous magenta leopard-print push up bra Sasha made me buy a couple of months ago when I actually had a date for once.

  The date didn’t see the bra. I didn’t wear the bra on the date. I didn’t even see the date again, because even if he was an investment banker with a trust fund, he was boring.

  I roll my eyes and put the bra on, dressing as quickly as humanly possible while Gertrude meows at my feet. I feed her, swipe some mascara over my lashes, drag a brush through my unruly strawberry blonde hair, and leave my tiny studio apartment in record time.

  I get to the subway at 8:55. It’s a thirty-minute ride, and then a five-minute walk.

  I’m late, obviously.

  When I finally get there, I open the big glass doors of Hamilton, Clarke, and Leonard as quietly and sneakily as I can, but it’s hard to be subtle when you’re opening an eight-foot-high door to a massive, perfectly polished lobby where people wearing thousand-dollar suits are already waiting.

  Alicia, the receptionist, looks up at me and raises one eyebrow. She looks perfect, of course, because she always looks perfect: black hair neatly in place, subtle makeup applied near-professionally, headset perched on the side of her head.

  I smile back, straightening my shoulders, trying to pretend like I’m late for a reason, like I had to… do some professional task on my way to work this morning.

  Pick up a legal briefing? Sure, that’s something I could have — in theory — been doing.

  “Good morning, Jenna,” she says coolly.

  I smile back, haphazardly.

  “Hi, Alicia,” I say, forcing perkiness into my voice. “Great day, huh?”

  Her eyes flick to the window. It’s overcast and shitty outside.

  “Lovely,” she says.

  I nod, heading down a hallway to her right so I can sneak to my desk the back way, through the break room and past the storage closet.

  I duck into the break room. The coast is clear, so I head through to the door on the far left, trying to stay casual.

  I open it, head out into the hall. The door to the supply closet is open, and I straighten my back, preparing to walk past quickly so that whoever’s inside doesn’t know it’s me.

  I’m halfway past when a powerful, slightly husky voice booms out from within.

  “Jenna,” it says with just the hint of a Southern drawl. “You don’t happen to know which staples my stapler uses, do you?”

  I freeze.

  Shit.

  Lawson Marshall, one of my bosses and a partner at Hamilton, Clarke, and Leonard, knows I’m late to work. Not only is he late to work, he probably went looking for me so I could get him more staples.

  I clear my throat and ba
ck up a few steps, peeking into the closet, hoping that somehow it’s not actually him, just his voice doppelgänger.

  “We seem to have two different kinds,” he says, looking down into his hands where he’s holding two boxes of staples. “Did you know staples could be so flummoxing?”

  He glances over, and just like that, my heart skips a beat, my stomach clenches, and other things…

  …ahem.

  Lawson Marshall, Esquire, has the sort of sandy-hair, blue-eyed, All-American charm that could have made him a movie star if he hadn’t become a brilliant lawyer instead. As I stand there, trying to remember the question — staples? — he shoots me a smile that makes my toes curl in my shoes.

  Stop it, I tell myself. He’s your boss. Just because he’s hot as Hades doesn’t mean he’s flirting with you.

  Finally, I point at one box of staples.

  “Those are for the big stapler,” I say, suddenly at a loss as to what the big stapler is actually called. “You know, the one we have to use if we’re making a booklet or have to staple a lot of pages together at once? Your office stapler uses the other one.”

  “I knew it had to be something,” he says, casually putting the wrong box back on the shelf.

  He takes a row of staples from the box and tosses it end-over-end into the air, then catches it casually.

  “Much obliged, Miss McAlister,” he says, turning the full weight of his gaze onto me.

  I stand my ground and maintain eye contact, purposefully not looking down at the perfectly-tailored dark gray suit skimming his body, or the way he obviously dresses left.

  Yes, I checked out my boss’s dick.

  I couldn’t help it.

  And I’m not sorry.

  “You’re welcome,” I say, surprised to find my voice.

  He walks toward me. I forget to move out of the way until he’s almost up to me, flicking off the closet’s light switch and throwing himself into momentary darkness.

  “In fact,” he says, his voice suddenly lower, an urgent note in it. “I’m so obliged that I won’t even tell Kade you were tardy today.”

  Kade Chandler is my other boss, another partner in the firm who works closely with Lawson. Really closely; they’re best friends as well as coworkers.

  I’ve heard other whispers about them as well, but it’s just secretaries gossiping in the break room. There’s no way what those girls are insinuating could possibly be true.

  And even if it were, what do I care? I’m their employee. Their personal lives are none of my business.

  A prickle goes down my spine, and I exhale, hard. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath. Lawson Marshall is a mere foot away from me, and I swear I can feel the animal heat rolling off him, something untamed, feral, ravenous beneath that well-fitting suit.

  “Thank you, Mr. Marshall,” I murmur.

  “Don’t mention it,” he says.

  Then he winks, and just like that, he’s gone, striding past me and back toward his office while I stand there, trying to shake off what just happened.

  Did something happen? Or was it just my imagination, because my boss is insanely hot and it’s been a very long time since I got intimate with anyone.

  Well, technically, it’s been forever, seeing as how I’m a virgin. I’ve done stuff with guys, but I’ve never gone all the way.

  If we’re being honest, I’ve never gotten particularly far. I just haven’t met someone who interests me quite that much yet.

  According to Sasha, I just need to get on a dating app, pick a random hot guy, and swipe my v-card already, but I’m not that kind of girl. I can’t just lose my virginity to just some guy, you know?

  Lawson disappears around the corner, and I remind myself that I’m at work and need to stop thinking about anything sex-related at all, even if it’s just the sad state of my own affairs, and get to work.

  Chapter Two

  Lawson

  I leave my door open so I can watch Jenna walk to her desk. She’s twenty minutes late to work, and although I know I ought to reprimand her for that, that moment in the supply closet more than makes up for it.

  Even if I had to find my staples myself, because her rush to get here has left her flushed and breathless, cheeks pink, chest heaving. I can tell she was careless getting ready this morning because the bright pink bra she’s wearing under her white shirt is perfectly obvious, and it complements the perfect swell of her ass and the pout of her lips perfectly.

  Her hips sway as she walks with the unconsciously sexy stride of a girl who has no idea I’m watching hungrily. Instead she’s glancing around the room of busily typing legal secretaries, looking at the clock, her hot-as-sin walk the last thing on her mind.

  My cock swells in my pants just watching her. Good thing I’m already sitting, because partner or not, sporting a raging hard-on while watching your assistant get in for the day isn’t a good look.

  I’ve got rules, after all.

  No fucking coworkers.

  And especially no fucking my own assistant. It’s against every single Human Resources policy we’ve got here. It flies in the face of the boring video on sexual harassment I have to watch twice a year.

  If I did and I were found out? I’d be fired instantly, no questions asked. No chance to explain.

  None of that stops my cock from getting even harder as Jenna bends down to put her purse into a desk drawer, and I involuntarily clench one fist and try not to think about the fantasies I’ve been having.

  Fantasies of Jenna, bent over my desk, that tight pencil skirt hiked around her waist.

  Jenna on her knees, hands on my thighs, as my swollen cock slips between her red lips and she looks up at me, pure hunger in her eyes.

  Jenna sitting on my lap, riding my cock reverse cowgirl, my hands cupping her breasts as Kade stands in front of us, his cock in her mouth as she moans—

  There’s a quick knock on my open door as the man himself walks in.

  “Have you seen the Abercrombie documents yet?” he asks. There’s no prelude, no good morning, how are you?

  With Kade, it’s always straight down to business, and it always has been — at least since we met in law school eight years ago.

  “I’m having a lovely day, and yourself?” I ask, grinning and leaning back in my chair.

  At the desk outside my door, Jenna sits down quickly and gracefully, smoothing her hair as she waits for her computer to start up. I will my erection away.

  Kade just rolls his eyes at me.

  “Yes, sure, hi, good morning, how are you, I’m doing great, birds are singing and shit— Have you seen these discovery documents, Lawson?”

  I cast one final glance at Jenna, then sit up straighter and grab the file from him, tossing it onto my desk.

  “Or are you too busy staring at your assistant to get any work done?” he asks, smirking.

  “I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about,” I deadpan.

  His smirk just gets smirkier, his voice lowering.

  “So you weren’t thinking about the way her tits would bounce when she rode you?”

  “I was doing no such thing,” I say evenly, lying through my teeth.

  Kade knows I’m lying, and as I open the folder, he leans over my desk, his voice going even lower.

  “You weren’t thinking about shoving that tight skirt up over her luscious ass, bending her over your desk, and making her moan your name?”

  Kade knows me way, way too well, and he sits on the far side of my desk, file in my hand totally forgotten. To anyone else in the office, it looks like we’re just discussing a case.

  “Or maybe you’re just wondering whether she can handle both of us at once? It’s been a while, Lawson.”

  I don’t say anything, because the mere thought of both of us taking Jenna together — the way our assistant would scream and moan, the way her body would be absolutely wracked with pleasure — is making me hard as a rock underneath my desk.

  And Kade is right. It has be
en a while since we shared a girl like that, made her lose all control. Months, almost a year, maybe.

  Past Kade’s form on my desk, my eyes alight on Jenna, totally oblivious to the conversation we’re having. Just looking at the back of her neck makes a prickle of desire go up my spine.

  Suddenly, I don’t care how much trouble I could get in for having an inappropriate relationship with my assistant.

  I don’t care if this girl could get me fired.

  I don’t care if my best friend and I are out of a job this time next week. I want to see Jenna like that, out of her mind with pleasure as we both fuck her at once, those wide, innocent eyes rolling back into her head as she comes again and again.

  I need that, consequences be damned.

  “Tell me about the Abercrombie files,” I finally growl at Kade, my eyes still on Jenna.

  He just chuckles and opens the folder.

  Chapter Three

  Kade

  “Miss McAlister,” I say, and Jenna jumps in her chair.

  Even though I’m a big man — a little over six feet tall and a former college rugby player — I tend to walk quietly, and that means sometimes I sneak up on people without meaning to.

  Jenna swallows quickly, turning in her office chair, then smiles slightly.

  “I wish you’d just call me Jenna,” she says, her big eyes looking up at me.