Boss Me Hard (Boss Me #2) Read Online Free

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    Sitting in my office the next morning, I grimace and rub my fingertips along my temples, my brow, where the lingering vestiges of last night’s party of one still taunt me. After getting home from my parents’ house, I holed up inside my condo and thought.
    Thought and drank.
    My head wouldn’t stop with all the shit running through my brain. My dad, my brother and Marianne, my mom’s sad eyes…
    Emme.
    Every time I let myself have a minute of quiet, the memory of Emme’s soft sighs creep into my consciousness, and I find I’m aching all over again to go balls-deep into her. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman this badly in my life.
    Last night, sitting in my den, thinking about all of this, I realized this undertaking with her is probably not the best idea I’ve ever had. Something about this woman knocks me off balance.
    I’ve never seen such a lack of artifice in a person before. The comparison between my family and her, the way she just opens up and lets me in without any real reservations, is something that leaves me questioning everything.
    Emme doesn’t seem like the type to be into a friends-with-benefits situation. No emotions, just raw, fleshly pleasure. And I know for sure I’m not ready for anything more serious than casual sex right now.
    I prop my elbows on my desk and rub the back of my neck hard enough to make the skin hurt. If I’m not careful with Emme…I get the feeling she could crack my chest open and leave me bruised. I don’t think I can risk that.
    My phone rings. I let it go to voicemail. Outside my office I can hear the morning sounds picking up as people come in, mingle, ask about weekends and brew coffee. I should be out there, being friendly, being boss-like. But instead, I’m holed up in here, trying to avoid the one woman I can’t seem to stop thinking about.
    There’s a knock on my door. I’m tempted to pretend I’m not here, then chastise myself for the ridiculous impulse. For fuck’s sake, what am I, a teenager? I’m not going to hide out in my damn office all day in an effort to keep from feeling up my personal assistant. This is stupid.
    “Come in,” I say in a tone that sounds far too close to a growl.
    The door cracks open in a hesitant manner, and I see curly brown hair, then Emme’s lovely face peering in. “Hi, are you busy?”
    Something in my heart squeezes at the soft hesitation in her tone. “No, I’m fine.”
    She comes in and closes the door behind her. Today she’s wearing slim-fit black pants with a bold red dress shirt, open at the throat. The color is striking on her, bringing out the delicate flush in her cheeks.
    Again, I’m amazed at myself, how I went so long before noticing the genuine beauty standing before me. How could I have been so blind?
    I square my chin and lean back in my chair, attempting to shake off the hunger threatening to burst forth. “What can I do for you?” My tone is cool, not belaying the heat humming just beneath my skin.
    She flushes and clears her throat. “Oh. I wanted to go over your schedule, since…I believe you’re double booked this afternoon. I was wondering which conference call I should reschedule.” She steps toward me, and the light scent of flowery perfume hits me. I find my lower belly clenching in response, my dick stirring just a touch.
    No, I order myself. Before I let myself get lost in her taste again, I need to cool the fuck down and make sure I don’t lose myself in the process. And yet…before I realize it, I’m leaning in toward her, my fingers sliding toward her hand, which is resting on the top of my desk.
    I hear her draw in a shaky breath, and her green eyes lock on mine. Her lips part, that delicate pink tongue licking the seam, as the flush on her cheeks grows darker. All the blood in my body rushes right to my cock. If I don’t get that mouth on my dick soon, I might just die.
    “Did you think about me this weekend?” I find myself asking. I can’t seem to control