My Addiction To My Boss Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

My Addiction To My Boss Chapter 7

I take a drink of my coffee as I hurry towards my office building. I'm trying to avoid the rain, but my jacket is soaked. It's supposed to rain for the next few days, and I'm honestly pretty excited. But of course, I forgot my umbrella in my haste to not be late for work. Damien and I had a late night last night... so I slept through my alarm this morning. He's going to be the death of me. I yawn my hello to Jo as I walk to my desk. I hang my jacket on the coat rack by my desk and slide my bag into my bottom drawer. Damien had an early meeting, so he's been here for almost forty-five minutes. I lean to see into the conference room and see him talking with the clients. I smile to myself and watch his muscles contract under his shirt as he moves to take the paper. God, he's beautiful. I log into my computer and start to go through emails when I feel the familiar tingle between my legs. He's turning me into a nymphomaniac, I swear. He'll be in that meeting for at least another half hour... I slowly slide up my dress so Jo doesn't notice and grab my phone from my bag. I slide down in my seat and spread my legs before taking the photo. I press send and watch him, waiting for his reaction. I feel a pang of disappointment when he doesn't open it and sigh softly. After a moment he pulls his phone from his pocket and I see his surprise when he opens it. He looks over at me, jaw on the floor. "Holy shit, Jane. Good morning to you, too." I smile and pull my panties to the side before ...

... sending another photo. He closes his eyes for a minute after opening the message and he leans back in his seat. "You're gunna kill me..." I slowly slide two fingers in and take a photo, writing, "I wish these were your fingers... xoxo" "Hi, someone at the front desk told me I could find Jane Adams here. Is that correct?" I hear his voice before I see him and my eyes shoot over to Jo's desk. She's pointing toward me, a smile on her face, and Eric is thanking her. Our eyes meet and I drop my phone onto the desk. I wipe my fingers off on a tissue from my desk and adjust myself before standing. I walk around my desk to meet him, and I can feel Damien's eyes on me. "What are you doing here, Eric?" I ask, my arms folded across my chest. "You haven't answered my calls, texts... even emails. It's been almost three years since you've spoken to me. I just wanted to see how you are." "You don't need to worry about me... And maybe I haven't answered you for a reason." "Hey, I apologized... multiple times. I don't know what else you want me to do," he says and steps closer to me. "And I accepted your apology, but that doesn't make everything you've said just disappear. You fucked up, Eric. You told me that shit for years... How can you expect all of that to just go away? And did you never once think that maybe I was already thinking all of those things about myself? I killed mom and dad, I get it. No matter what you say, you're never going to not blame me. So just get the fuck out of here, ...