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SEDUCING THE BOSS_By S.E. DeVries
Ivy Smith never had a normal life - her mother died when she was just a child and her father was so addicted to gambling he'd lost everything they had, which caused her to bounce from relatives to homeless shelters. Now at the age of 25, Ivy was at a lost sleeping in her car when she stumbled across a job ad online.
"You're going to pay me a thousand dollars a week to be a maid? What's the catch?"
The White's - a rich couple who had more money than they knew what to do with. They seemed to have it all; gorgeous looks, expensive taste, and the capital to go with it. Ivy could have a taste of it all under one circumstance.
She was asked to do the unthinkable....
"I want you to seduce my husband."
She should have left, but that's when he glided through the door, sex on legs...Mr. White.
TAKE A PEEK INSIDE!
I crossed my fingers that it wasn't Sonya, his wife. Taking a few steps forward, I quickly grabbed onto the wall after stumbling a few times. It didn't help that my eyes were blurry in the darkness from sleeping. I rubbed them as I tried to clear the sleep from them. I slowly crept down the stairs towards Jared and Sonya's room where the sound was the loudest. The logical explanation would be that one of them was actually home but my highly imaginative thoughts were running ramped. I somehow had witnessed my own murder mentally in at least fifty different types of scenarios.
Should I call out hello? Maybe, but then again, what murderer is just going to be like "Yeah I'm in here fluffing the pillows. Be out in a sec!" God, get real Ivy. This isn't some cliché horror film where the blonde bimbo with giant boobs decides it's better to run up the stairs than out of the front door, I thought.
The light of the television flashed brightly out into the hallway, blinding me as I peered through the cracked open door.
Was that moaning? What the hell?
A high-pitched moan pierced the air yet again. I crossed my fingers that it wasn't Sonya and another man. Or worse, I didn't know if I could handle witnessing Jared and Sonya together in bed. I side-stepped out of the way of the light and peered into the room. My jaw dropped, my eyes widened at what I was seeing. Jared sat, in all his naked glory at the foot of his bed, gripping his cock and furiously sliding his hand up and down the shaft. He was impressively endowed. The defined muscles of his abdomen flexed with the quick, strained movement of his body as he arched his back. I noticed the small tuft of black chest hair in between his pectorals.
My pussy throbbed at the sight of him, and I couldn't deny that fucking this man wouldn't be so bad from a physically aspect. He was gorgeous. My panties were becoming soaked the longer I hid watching him. I yearned for the feel of those rough hands squeezing my ass, kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples. My insides clenched deliciously at the thought of his shaft buried completely inside of me. I sighed lightly as I pushed my hand under my dress, stroking my folds softly.
Jared's forehead glistened with sweat as his strokes fastened. The light of the television lit up his face. My tongue darted out, grazing my bottom lip, urging me to taste him. Without thinking, I stepped into the room, illuminated by the light. Jared's eyes made contact with mine, and he stopped touching himself. Dropping his hand onto his thigh, he looked startled with shades of red sliding over his cheeks from embarrassment.
"Ivy?" His voice came out in a choked whisper as his chest rose rapidly.
His cock twitched when my name left his lips. His eyes diverted to my chest, drinking in my erect nipples that poked the thin material of my night gown. I wanted him to see what he was doing to me. I bit my lip and fell to my knees in front of him. His eyes narrowed with confusion as I grabbed hold of his cock and began to slowly stroke it.
Seconds went by before he seemed to come back down to earth. He quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from his cock.
"Ivy, no," he stated firmly, rising quickly and causing me to fall back onto my butt.
He snatched his boxers off the floor and pulled them over his muscular thighs.
Wow, I’m pathetic. Nothing like rejection to send you off to bed, I thought.
"I'm a married man, okay? We're just having issues right now," he mumbled, trying to convince himself more than me it appeared.
"Oh yeah," I spat, rising to my feet. "I heard you two. What you were fighting over? Jared, she doesn't want you anymore. But I do."
He shook his head and refused to look at me. Black strands of hair fell in his face.
"That's not an excuse. Don't get me wrong Ivy, you're a very gorgeous woman, but I don't want to be that kind of man."
"Oh you will be." I heard myself mumble before I had time to catch myself.
He quirked a brow at me as I got up off the floor.
"Is that so?" He boomed, looming over me.
His breath was hot on my face, tickling my forehead. In order to get my money, he had to be.
"It's just, Jared... don't you think it's a little strange she hasn't wanted any sexual attention from you? Women have needs... regardless of who fulfills them," I blurted out quickly.
He glared at me, and trudged over to the door. He yanked it open and gestured with a wave of his head for me to get out.
"Get out," his jaw was tight as he spoke.
His stature portrayed just how angry he had become. I stared at him momentarily before leaving.
God, how was I supposed to seduce a man that knew I had a hidden agenda and was clearly honest and faithful?
***END OF SAMPLE***
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"You're going to pay me a thousand dollars a week to be a maid? What's the catch?"
The White's - a rich couple who had more money than they knew what to do with. They seemed to have it all; gorgeous looks, expensive taste, and the capital to go with it. Ivy could have a taste of it all under one circumstance.
She was asked to do the unthinkable....
"I want you to seduce my husband."
She should have left, but that's when he glided through the door, sex on legs...Mr. White.
TAKE A PEEK INSIDE!
I crossed my fingers that it wasn't Sonya, his wife. Taking a few steps forward, I quickly grabbed onto the wall after stumbling a few times. It didn't help that my eyes were blurry in the darkness from sleeping. I rubbed them as I tried to clear the sleep from them. I slowly crept down the stairs towards Jared and Sonya's room where the sound was the loudest. The logical explanation would be that one of them was actually home but my highly imaginative thoughts were running ramped. I somehow had witnessed my own murder mentally in at least fifty different types of scenarios.
Should I call out hello? Maybe, but then again, what murderer is just going to be like "Yeah I'm in here fluffing the pillows. Be out in a sec!" God, get real Ivy. This isn't some cliché horror film where the blonde bimbo with giant boobs decides it's better to run up the stairs than out of the front door, I thought.
The light of the television flashed brightly out into the hallway, blinding me as I peered through the cracked open door.
Was that moaning? What the hell?
A high-pitched moan pierced the air yet again. I crossed my fingers that it wasn't Sonya and another man. Or worse, I didn't know if I could handle witnessing Jared and Sonya together in bed. I side-stepped out of the way of the light and peered into the room. My jaw dropped, my eyes widened at what I was seeing. Jared sat, in all his naked glory at the foot of his bed, gripping his cock and furiously sliding his hand up and down the shaft. He was impressively endowed. The defined muscles of his abdomen flexed with the quick, strained movement of his body as he arched his back. I noticed the small tuft of black chest hair in between his pectorals.
My pussy throbbed at the sight of him, and I couldn't deny that fucking this man wouldn't be so bad from a physically aspect. He was gorgeous. My panties were becoming soaked the longer I hid watching him. I yearned for the feel of those rough hands squeezing my ass, kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples. My insides clenched deliciously at the thought of his shaft buried completely inside of me. I sighed lightly as I pushed my hand under my dress, stroking my folds softly.
Jared's forehead glistened with sweat as his strokes fastened. The light of the television lit up his face. My tongue darted out, grazing my bottom lip, urging me to taste him. Without thinking, I stepped into the room, illuminated by the light. Jared's eyes made contact with mine, and he stopped touching himself. Dropping his hand onto his thigh, he looked startled with shades of red sliding over his cheeks from embarrassment.
"Ivy?" His voice came out in a choked whisper as his chest rose rapidly.
His cock twitched when my name left his lips. His eyes diverted to my chest, drinking in my erect nipples that poked the thin material of my night gown. I wanted him to see what he was doing to me. I bit my lip and fell to my knees in front of him. His eyes narrowed with confusion as I grabbed hold of his cock and began to slowly stroke it.
Seconds went by before he seemed to come back down to earth. He quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from his cock.
"Ivy, no," he stated firmly, rising quickly and causing me to fall back onto my butt.
He snatched his boxers off the floor and pulled them over his muscular thighs.
Wow, I’m pathetic. Nothing like rejection to send you off to bed, I thought.
"I'm a married man, okay? We're just having issues right now," he mumbled, trying to convince himself more than me it appeared.
"Oh yeah," I spat, rising to my feet. "I heard you two. What you were fighting over? Jared, she doesn't want you anymore. But I do."
He shook his head and refused to look at me. Black strands of hair fell in his face.
"That's not an excuse. Don't get me wrong Ivy, you're a very gorgeous woman, but I don't want to be that kind of man."
"Oh you will be." I heard myself mumble before I had time to catch myself.
He quirked a brow at me as I got up off the floor.
"Is that so?" He boomed, looming over me.
His breath was hot on my face, tickling my forehead. In order to get my money, he had to be.
"It's just, Jared... don't you think it's a little strange she hasn't wanted any sexual attention from you? Women have needs... regardless of who fulfills them," I blurted out quickly.
He glared at me, and trudged over to the door. He yanked it open and gestured with a wave of his head for me to get out.
"Get out," his jaw was tight as he spoke.
His stature portrayed just how angry he had become. I stared at him momentarily before leaving.
God, how was I supposed to seduce a man that knew I had a hidden agenda and was clearly honest and faithful?
***END OF SAMPLE***
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