Under My Boss's Direction: Office Romance Collection With New Novel by Jamie Knight (most recommended books .TXT) 📗

particularly in polite company. The very thought of one of the kids in my school going to therapy would have caused a scandal the family would never recover from. If you couldn’t be happy, you pretended to be. Anything else was the height of rudeness.

“That’s fucked up,” I blurted, hoping I hadn’t spoken out of turn.”

“No argument there, pet. I suppose you get used to it after a while. I didn’t even think about it anymore. At least not telling anyone. I thought about what happened all the time. Remember when I said I was a black sheep?”

“Sure.”

“I didn’t just mean in terms of how I use my money, though I do genuinely try and do good with it. Mostly to address what the rest of the family has done, particularly to themselves and each other. I honestly thought my father’s will reading would turn into a bloodbath. My siblings and I were never the closest, and most of our aunts and uncles treated the whole thing like it was something out of a Shakespeare tragedy.”

“Sounds scary.”

“It was, you can only look behind your back for so long before you get a neck ache. So I got out of it. I left the world of petty squabbles and high society, opting instead for a career in local politics. Part of my campaign of penance for sharing a name with those fucking jackals.”

“At least I you got out.”

“True, I try to remember that. Even though it is more than can be said for some,” He sighed, “My siblings weren’t so bad, snobs for sure but that was more down to how they were raised. They hadn’t reached the level of Machiavellian evil shown by the older relations. I still remember finding my little cousin Amber in the bathroom with a needle in her arm, her face gone ghostly pale. It was ruled an overdose, but I wasn’t so sure. Turns out my uncle, her father, gave her the junk, as a graduation gift.”

“College?” I asked, horrified.

“High school.”

“Fuck.”

“Yes, he was. So much so, I went straight into his study and broke his wrists. He actually seemed surprised to see me. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on his face when the bones finally snapped and twisted. He uses voice-activated software now. I really liked Amber, she deserved so much better, most of them did. That was the day I washed my hands of it. I haven’t spoken to my parents for over ten years. My trust fund already converted to me, so there’s nothing they can do about it. My lawyers have made sure of that.”

“Must be a big trust fund.”

“Not anymore, I mostly gave it away to charities and public development schemes like Owens Park. Nice to have the name associated with something good for a change. Besides, I make enough as mayor to get by.”

I should have been scared, partially with the matter-of-fact way he’d recounted such horrific events. Though, far from a lack of caring, it struck me more like someone who was trying to hold back. To hold down the powerful emotions and see things as they were, not as he wished they could be.

Empathy and sadness mixed with admiration and love into a mix of emotions I couldn’t even name, let alone properly express. At least not in the form of words. I took his hand and squeezed, getting his undivided attention.

“What time is it now?”  I asked.

“Three forty-five.”

“So, it’s been seven days?”

“Technically, yes, I suppose it has,” he said catching on to the idea.

“What do you say we celebrate?”

“Yes please!”

Ryan swept me into his arms and took me, kissing and giggling right back to bed. I still had lingering sadness from what he had told me about his past. It never occurred to me that it could be so dark, or that was why he seemed so gentle. He really was trying to be one of the good ones.

The pleasure came up to greet me like an old friend, Ryan already starting his enthusiastic exploration of my body. Starting with my lip, he moved down to my neck, giving that a once over. Good little pet that I was, I just lay there and let him do what he liked, giving myself over entirely to his care and discretion, loving every second of it.

Ryan worked his way down my neck to my best, leaving a trail of warm kisses in his wake. I wanted to hold him, to stroke him, but he hadn’t given me permission, so I just lay there, hands obediently pressed onto the sheet beneath me and thoroughly enjoying everything he did to me.

“Oh!”

He took my first nipple in his mouth. Sucking it gently, he expertly worked the other between his thumb and index finger, before moving his mouth over. His fingers found his way to the first, still cool from his mouth.

Working my tits so wonderfully, I was convinced I might cum from breast play alone, he continued on his journey down my curves. He explored the area around my navel, even putting his tongue in there a few times. I moaned with pleasure, never even suspecting it could feel so good. He wasn’t done with me yet. Ryan had a very inductive approach to sex, as pleasant as it all was, we all know it was all just the warm-up. The opening act before the headliner took the stage.

He’d made it down to my pelvis, I knew he was getting close. Second later I could feel his breath on my pussy. What seemed at first incidental, started to seem more deliberate. Ryan was intentionally blowing on my outer lips, just to show me how it felt. As the tingles ran through my body from my pussy to my brain, I had to admit it felt pretty damn good. Another new