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Passion
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By The Boss 2: Spanking Miss Jones
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    Seduced
By The Boss 1: Pent-Up Passion
    Can
a sexy boss seduce his girl-next-door secretary?
    Jemma
Jones has been secretly in love with her boss, Adam Sinclair, for the
last eighteen months, ever since she started working for him. When he
invites her to lunch one day, she’s worried she’s going
to be fired. However, Adam has a different proposition in mind. When
he seduces her in the office that afternoon, their pent-up passion
overtakes them both!
    Excerpt:
    "Jemma
Jones squirmed on her
top-of-the-line office chair. She could hear the murmur of Mr. Sexy
Sinclair ’ s voice
through the wall behind her. Her
boss had an attractive , deep voice that
sent shivers through her, even when she tried to concentrate solely
on taking his dictation.
    She ’ d
worked at Sinclair Consulting for eighteen months, and every time she
saw her boss, Adam Sinclair, her pulse fluttered. He was tall and
fit, with dark hair, ocean blue eyes and a smile that did something
to her insides. He looked to be in his early thirties (she was
twenty-six) and as far as she knew, he was single.
    Unfortunately,
she didn ’ t think
he noticed her at all, except for the efficient way she ran his
successful one-man office. Every time he called her in for dictation,
her heart started beating a little faster. She supposed it was
unusual these days for secretaries to take dictation, since most
bosses knew their way around a computer keyboard, but sometimes Mr.
Sinclair would ask her to take a letter or short memo. And lately,
he ’ d been asking
her to take dictation more often. She was just glad she ’ d
decided to learn shorthand in order to make herself more marketable
to potential employers. She hadn ’ t
realized a side benefit would be having one-on-one time with her sexy
boss.
    The
sad fact was, she hadn ’ t
had a boyfriend for months. Her last relationship had fizzled out
before it had even started. Mitchell had been a real tightwad, always “ forgetting ” his wallet when they were out on a
date. Jemma would have to pay for both of them - until the last date
when she had gotten so fed up with the situation that she'd
deliberately left her wallet at home to force him to pay. And it had
worked. The restaurant manager had been on the verge of calling the
police when Mitchell had magically found his wallet buried deep in
his pants pocket and reluctantly paid the bill.
    Jemma
had been on the point of breaking up with him anyway, and this last
date had made the decision for
her. Instead of giving him a goodnight kiss, she'd given Miserly
Mitchell the old heave-ho. She considered herself lucky that she
hadn ‘ t slept with
him yet. She was pretty sure that if he was selfish in one area of
his life, he would be in others. And she definitely didn ’ t
want a selfish lover.
    That
had been six months ago, and she hadn ’ t
been involved with anyone since. In fact, she hadn ’ t
even had a date. At night when she felt lonely, she thought of Mr.
Sexy Sinclair and pleasured herself with her fingers until she came
with a shudder.
    “ Miss
Jones. ”
    She
started as her boss ’ s
smoky voice interrupted her flashback to last night ’ s
self-pleasuring and
felt her cheeks heat. Her
favorite fantasy involved sitting naked in Mr. Sexy Sinclair ’ s
executive chair, the soft leather caressing her bottom and the backs
of her thighs as she waited for him to join her for a special kind of “ dictation ” .
Whenever she thought about it, she always felt
moisture between her thighs, no matter where she was or what she was
doing.
    He
must have finished his phone call. Thank goodness he wasn ’ t
a mind reader.
    "Yes,
Mr. Sinclair? ” She
called, sounding way too husky for her own good. Her cheeks flamed
hotter.
    "Could
you come in here for dictation, please. ”
    “ Yes,
sir. ” Tamping
down her embarrassment, Jemma grabbed her dictation pad and pencil
and walked